"Suffer death!"

Wu Yue roared, and the iron hook in his hand slashed straight down at Qin Huanhuan's neck.

The whirring wind cut through the delicate skin, and a beautiful woman who was captivating the country and the city was about to lose her fragrance.

Laugh at!

The sword that tore through the sky lit up and shot straight out, and the gray surging mist was cut through in an instant, and countless bamboos that were blocked in the middle were shattered into powder by the frenzied sword intent, and even a deep ravine was plowed out of the ground.

Wu Yue's heart was beating wildly, the cold hair on his body exploded, and the threat of death filled his whole body in an instant, almost subconscious, and the whole person just flew back.

Between the lightning and flint, this sword light passed between the two of them, constantly cutting through the fog and sinking into the depths of the bamboo forest.

When Wu Yue came back to his senses and just breathed a sigh of relief, he found that a fluttering black shadow was already standing in front of Qin Huanhuan.

"It's you!"

almost gritted his teeth, and popped out of Wu Yue's mouth word by word.

Qin Yue's cold eyes under the iron face were neither sad nor joyful, and he stared at Wu Yue indifferently: "It's me." ”

Wu Yue laughed angrily: "You killed the other few people?!"

Obviously, Wu Yue had already found the bodies of other black-clothed people in the bamboo forest.

Qin Yue didn't answer, and it was useless to say anything more at this time.

"Hahaha, what a ruthless method, but Wu Mou underestimated you, and said where did a master come from, it turned out to be his own people, as long as we die, the first-class martial arts and third-rate martial arts are all yours, the rivers and lakes are far away, don't you think you are too greedy!"

In the face of Wu Yue's reprimand, Qin Yue did not respond, although Wu Yue obviously misunderstood this matter, but in the face of the person who must be killed, Qin Yue did not need to explain anything.

The long sword was unsheathed, Qin Yue was like a feather, fluttering lightly towards Wu Yue, it seemed to be swallowing slowly, but in fact, it was galloping, and almost instantly, the distance between the two was shortened.

Although Wu Yue had just had a big battle with Qin Huanhuan, he still had the strength to spare, and he did not sit still, the iron hook in his hand was raised high, and his steps were half squatting, and he waited for his work to meet him.

Qin Yue's entire body spun in mid-air, and with the power of centrifugation, like a whip, he pulled the long sword over.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the long sword collided with the iron hook, bent over, and almost folded in half.

Wu Yue's eyes met those under Qin Yue's mask, and he suddenly shuddered.

Walking the rivers and lakes for many years, crazy, foolish, no one has ever seen it, but he has never seen such a pair of indifferent eyes, indifferent, as if he is not killing someone, but cutting a piece of pork.

It's a monster!

A thought suddenly popped into Wu Yue's heart, although they had been together for a few days, the group had hardly spoken along the way, and the rules of the Star Picking Tower also made him too lazy to understand the killers of these peers.

Qin Yue didn't care what Wu Yue thought in his heart, he held the sword in his left hand, and he had already used all his strength, and the sword was like a dragon, slashing or stabbing, picking or sweeping.

After more than a year of concentrating on martial arts, Qin Yue has also made great progress in swordsmanship, but there has never been a suitable person to help him hone his moves, and most of them are street bullies when he goes out to do a task, and he can't even stop a sword.

And now this hearty sword is what Qin Yue dreamed of.

In the face of the surging offensive, Wu Yue only had the strength to defend for a while.

Qin Yue's swordsmanship is completely different from Qin Huanhuan's, opening and closing, frank and open, forcing the opponent to only fight with him, and the fight is who is stronger.

Qin Huanhuan is different, although it is more beautiful and more deceptive, but compared with Qin Yue in terms of power, it is more than a notch worse.

Wu Yue held his breath in his chest, and the dignity of the master of the human list also made him unable to accept being beaten like this without the power to fight back.

"Too much deception!"

With a roar, Wu Yue shook the iron hook in his hand, blocked Qin Yue's long sword, and took advantage of this short gap to flick the iron hook and prepare to fight back.

But before he could take a breath, he found that Qin Yue in front of him actually took advantage of the power of parrying, took advantage of the situation, put the long sword in front of his chest, and at the same time wiped the blade with his right hand, and a little bright star appeared on the tip of the sword.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly came to his heart, and Wu Yue, who was still preparing to launch an offensive, hurriedly withdrew the iron hook back to his chest.

At this time, Qin Yue also moved.

"Dotted stars!"

With a soft snort, the sword that Qin Yue was holding on to his chest stabbed out violently, and the starlight at the tip of the sword slashed through the air, tearing through the fog and slamming into Wu Yue's iron hook.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wu Yue only felt that he was hammered in the chest by a big hammer, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person also flew out upside down.

Qin Yue struck while the iron was hot, and the whole person bullied up, and the stars lit up on the tip of the sword again, but this time the stars were much brighter than just now, and just by looking at it, he could feel the strong sword intent on it.

"Stars!"

With another soft shout, the long swords in Qin Yue's hand were pointed out one after another, sword after sword, sword after sword, one sword after another, one by one, looming, together, like the Milky Way in the sky falling to the ground.

Puff puff.

The stars flew out, reflecting the black fog around them like a starry sky in the night.

This set of swordsmanship was created by Qin Yue on the basis of the "thorn" formula this year, and he originally planned to make some changes to the "One Sword" to become more suitable for himself, but this move was too mature and perfect, and it was not at all what he could point fingers at his current realm, and finally ended in failure.

However, fortunately, in the process of analysis, Qin Yue's understanding of sword intent was more profound, and he created this set of sword techniques by chance.

Although there are only two tricks in this sword technique, the power is particularly good, and it is self-created, and it is even more handy to use, adding a little more power.

Qin Yue named this set of swordsmanship "Galaxy Sword Technique", hoping that one day in the future, this set of swordsmanship can be unleashed like the water of the galaxy coming from the sky, and there is no end to the mighty and mighty.

Seeing that Wu Yue, who had fallen into a crisis at this time, the corners of his mouth were still overflowing with blood, and he suddenly roared, his muscles and flesh were knotted, and the whole person was a little bigger, his face was congested, his face was flushed, and the gang qi that belonged to the third-rate master broke out, faintly turning into a dragon shape.

"The yellow-haired boy also wants Lao Tzu's life!

Wu Yue's whole person's momentum reached its peak at this moment, and the double hooks danced, stirring the surrounding fog to form a gray dragon with teeth and claws, and the dragon beard and dragon scales were lifelike.

It was Wu Yue's famous skill that had just defeated Qin Huanhuan's sword like a flying immortal, the trapped dragon hook!

Qin Yue looked at the huge dragon head in front of him, his face was not afraid at all, and his eyes were still cold.

You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder!

The long sword was returned to the sheath, and the left hand pressed the hilt of the sword, and the surging sword intent suddenly gushed out, and the sword intent turned into an almost substantial sword gang, and the momentum was no weaker than Wu Yue.

Wu Yue's face was hideous, he had already used all his strength, and with a long hook dance, the huge gray mist dragon rolled and bit towards Qin Yue.

Qin Yue stood quietly in place, the sword gang that had originally erupted had already converged, but it felt even more terrifying than just now, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

Seeing that the dragon's head was already in front of him, Qin Yue finally moved.

The sword came out, and the heavens and the earth were extinguished.