The night fog drifted away, and the smoke and rain were miserable.

Hearing only two clicks, the black-clothed vendor's throat was immediately cut by the condescending sword qi, and his sleeves were torn, turning into a flying butterfly.

They didn't even have a chance to draw their swords, their legs suddenly knelt on the ground, covering their necks and twitching constantly, blood gushing like a spring.

Good swordsmanship!

Gu Qing shouted, turned around and rushed to the vendor position on the street!

It turned out that Jiang Chunyu's long sword was as spiritual as Gu Qing's demon rope, and he actually knew his master! No wonder he could generously hand over the long sword to a stranger.

Gu Qing saw that he killed two people in a row between his gestures, his movements were chic and free, and his actions were fast and ruthless, and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous in his heart, what about him, I will kill one of you too!

"Don't hurt my apprentice!"

Song Yuanqing stepped on the corner of the table with his toes, and the Xuantie short sword in his sleeve shot away sharply, and the Wuji sword qi turned into a meteor in the night sky.

The street vendor was shocked when he saw that the two companions died in an instant under the cold sword aura, and suddenly found that Gu Qing's ghostly speed was rushing towards him, and without saying a word, he turned around and ran away in fright!

Gu Qing rolled his eyes, and an iron fist shot out of the air, sweeping towards the hawker's back.

The lightning-like dazzling sword qi had already shot in front of him, and Song Yuanqing's body technique was extremely fast, and it floated over Gu Qing's head, reversed the sword edge, and stabbed down!

The shining blade of a meteor pierced the cold moonlight and tore through all of Gu Qing's retreats.

Gu Qing had comprehended the power of Wuji Sword Qi, his left finger looked at the moon, and he met the sword edge of the senior brother, his toes suddenly kicked up a piece of dust on the ground, his body was half-squatting, his right fist was bent in his chin, and the Xuanmen True Qi was gaining momentum.

Call!

The fist wind is like a fierce wolf howling, roaring out in the scattered dust and smoke!

Song Yuanqing sensed the fierce fist wind, his face changed greatly, where did he dare to fight hard? With a soft roar, his body flipped upside down in mid-air, flying diagonally several feet away.

Gu Qing missed the blow and sneered: "Senior Brother Song has been practicing the flying body method for more than thirty years, and it is really different. ”

"Very good, the Xuanmen Iron Fist Song of the Five Elements Sect is the first time to see it, which is eye-opening! I am fortunate to be able to compete with Brother Gu today, and I have no regrets in my life!"

Song Yuanqing carried the sword in his backhand, and the robe hunted and the wind blew. He stood tall in the night wind, with a look of death on his face, and his bearing was extraordinary.

Gu Qing was stunned, I had a misunderstanding with the Cuitong Sword Pavilion, even if they were forced to fight each other, I couldn't see one and kill the other, Song Yuanqing was so heroic, how could I bear it?

Gu Qing slowly loosened his fist, feeling it in his heart.

There is a saying that recognises heroes and recognizes heroes, and people with a little eyesight can feel whether the other party is a hero or a bear just by being calm and calm.

Song Yuanqing deceived Jiang Chunyu's long sword away, and the purpose was also to avoid hurting the innocent.

"Xiao Chongzi's swordsmanship is unparalleled, and the junior disciples he taught are not ambiguous, and Song is clumsy and offended. But I vow to avenge Senior Sister Lin's shame, even if I am one against ten at this moment, I will fight to the death!" Song Yuan raised his hand and threw the scabbard to Jiang Chunyu, who was catching up behind.

The Xuantie short sword Xiao Xiao Hanmang, Song Yuanqing stood proudly, and the wind did not move.

Gu Qing has always had a temper, if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if you are polite to me, of course I will respect you for three points.

If it is now the second senior brother Tie Yi standing in front of him, I am afraid that Gu Qing will say, even if Lin Shanshan was killed by me, what can you do to me?

For the elder brother Song Yuanqing, this battle is inevitable, because some people can play with the little sister of the same sect in the palm of their hands, while some people regard the honor and disgrace of the master as more important than their lives.

Once the madness comes up, Gu Qingtian is not afraid, he is afraid that you will not dare to fight with him, but today on the streets of Youyu Town, he had the idea of war-weariness for the first time.

If I can resolve the hatred with a calm mind, I should have had a good talk with Peng Lao Er back then, persuade him not to kill the people in Yanyang Village, and if the matter is calm, Elder Huo can be rescued from the dungeon, I should sit down and discuss with Cai Wenchang slowly.

But do I have a choice?

Gu Qing sighed and said coldly: "You asked me if I killed Lin Shanshan, and now I answer you, no! Then I will ask you, do you believe me?"

"I believe it. ”

Song Yuanqing nodded suddenly, and glanced in the direction of Ma Liulou intentionally or unintentionally.

His expression was very calm, maybe he already knew that Senior Sister Guo had arrived in Youyu Town with Gu Qing, but for the honor and reputation of the Emerald Pupil Sword Pavilion, he also had no choice.

The streets are deserted and full of fallen leaves.

Upstairs in Ma Liu, Wei Fengyu was asking Guo Ziyin softly, why don't you stop Senior Brother? The little bastard's iron fist is really not a joke, don't be joking.

Guo Ziyin's face was melancholy and sighed faintly.

I remember when I was twelve years old, the senior brother, the second senior brother, and the fifth senior brother took me and Senior Sister Lin and Senior Sister Lan to play in Qingcha Mountain. Senior Sister Lin accidentally stumbled and fell into the small river of the mountain stream, the water is not deep, but the col is very steep and very high, we were frightened at the time, and we all wanted to jump down to save Senior Sister Lin, but Senior Brother did not allow us to save it, he said, as a disciple of the Emerald Pupil Sword Pavilion, he must not embarrass the Sword Sect, and if he falls, he must find a way to climb up by himself...... We could only watch as my sister swam up from the creek with blood on her hands, crying and crawling, falling and climbing again, until the sun was about to go down, exhausted.

The senior brother said, well, Lin Shanshan, I will sit here and watch you, if you can't climb up today, don't tell people outside from now on, you are my senior sister Song Yuanqing.

Sister Fengyu, can you understand this when I tell you?

Guo Ziyin burst into tears, lowering her head and not daring to look at Song Yuanqing, because she knew very well in her heart that Senior Brother Song's temper was as hard as the bluestone of Cangji Dongtian, in order to avenge Senior Sister Lin and the dignity of the Sword Sect, he would definitely not leave Youyu Town.

Wei Fengyu smiled slightly, what men are thinking about all day long, I really don't understand, but I also have a story to tell you.

I love to play in the mountains and rivers, and that year I went to the North Sea Ice Rim and got separated from my pet little Bird Bird, so I went to a nearby cave to look for it, and I met three flaky bastards.

One of the little bastards lied to me that he had eaten my birds, and in a fit of rage, I summoned the snow wolves to besiege their cave. Hee-hee, to put it mildly, I'm actually bullying them...... Unexpectedly, the little bastard would not admit defeat, and I don't know where he got the courage to start a bloody battle of life and death with the snow wolf pack.

At that time, I was thinking that there are really many people in the world who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and whether they are heroes or bears can be seen at a glance, there is no comparison. Wow, I think this little bastard is so handsome! I like this kind of free and easy innocence, frank and unrestrained joys, sorrows, and sorrows, green shirts are not afraid of power, and love and righteousness are not afraid of life...... And the innocence in his heart can't be faked at all, and I know what he's thinking in the blink of an eye...... Do you think such a little bastard is willing to give in?

So, Sister Guo, maybe I am the only one in the world who can save your senior brother.

......

"Senior Brother Song, I have a proposal, can we only make one move?"

Gu Qing's words were very cautious, his fists were as hard as steel, but they were by no means hard-hearted. The senior brother in front of him is very respectable, no matter who wins or loses this move, as long as Song Yuanqing's heart knot is broken, even if he is beaten to death with one punch, he will have no regrets.

"Okay! My sword sect is divided into two kinds of finger power and sword qi, and no one in the three generations of disciples can exert his finger power, and Song has no ability in his fists and feet, so he has to win without martial arts, and use the Xuantie Sword to learn a trick from Brother Gu. ”

Song Yuanqing took a deep breath, the Xuantie sword blade whirred and swirled and danced in his left wrist, his thumb and little finger flicked lightly, and the sword shot into the sky, with a move of "meteor looking at the moon", a cold light appeared on the street!

Jiang Chunyu on the side tightened his eyebrows, secretly frightened, if the Wuji Sword Qi was issued with finger power, he was afraid that it would be difficult to meet an opponent in the Sword Sect, the swordsmanship of the Cuitong Sword Pavilion was broad and profound, and it was really exquisite!

The bleak street was windy, Gu Qing's right wrist was raised horizontally to his chest, and his innate Xuan Qi was concentrated on his arm.

The fallen leaves were pulled by the air current, hovering around Gu Qing, Jiang Chunyu only felt that his breathing was dull, as if the bones of his whole body had been elongated by half an inch, and in the blink of an eye, he would be torn to pieces by a burst of qi, and he was stunned for a while, where is Brother Gu sacred, how can he have such a strong and ferocious true qi?

Jiang Chunyu shrank his body and hugged the long sword, and involuntarily retreated a few steps, subconsciously avoiding Gu Qing's true strength aura.

Who is the hero and who is the bear?

Iron fist or sword qi, which is the real king?

Shhh

An ethereal whistle rose melodiously.

The moonlight seemed to dim for a moment, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, invading like a storm, fluttering its wings and rushing into the surging and powerful aura of true strength.

I saw a group of fairy rats and bats lined up in a straight line, scrambling to bump into each other, and immediately exploded their bodies by the true qi, and their black wings fell one after another, like colorful fallen leaves, and they couldn't see their fingers within three feet, and countless corpses were piled up on the street, and the smell was fishy!

I'm going!

Gu Qing was shocked, and retreated sharply in the direction of Ma Liulou with his hands dancing, the little county lord must not have an accident!

He didn't have time to think about it, he ran all the way to Ma Liulou, and suddenly stopped halfway through, only to see Ma Liulou upstairs, Wei Fengyu standing in front of the window and smiling, Chu Chu moving.

Gu Qing's eyes rolled, and he suddenly remembered that the whistle was blown by the little county lord.

The streets are full of fairy rats dancing, covering the sky and the earth.

Song Yuanqing's expression changed greatly, the Xuantie sword in his hand instigated and flew, cutting down all the terrifying fairy rats around his body, looking up at the night sky blankly, and sighed: "Song thinks he is upright and upright, and he will never wronged a good person, today the will of God is hard to violate, Brother Gu, my Senior Sister Lin's enmity will be entrusted to you!"

As soon as his voice fell, the Xuantie sword in his hand plunged into the dust, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee and bowed to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing was in a dilemma, if he told Song Yuanqing who was the culprit who killed his junior sister, he was afraid that Cangji Dongtian would be ruined, and he would never be able to raise his head in the Xingmang Continent from now on.

The Holy Land Immortal Mountain has always been the guardian deity of the tribal people, and this kind of thing must not be willful.

"Senior Brother Song, the sky net is magnificent but not leaky, you Senior Sister Lin know under the spring, and you can finally see the day when the real murderer is subdued. Gu Qing bowed in return with a solemn expression.

"Thank you!"

Song Yuanqing smiled, and suddenly his left arm sank, slashing across the Xuantie Sword Blade!

I saw an arm gushing with blood flying diagonally and falling into the dust.

Song Yuanqing quickly hit the acupuncture point on his shoulder to stop the blood flow, got up with a long smile, strode away, and disappeared into the vast night.