yes, what kind of swordsmanship is this?

Qian Qingjian and Li Mochou glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

From the perspective of a bystander, Zhuo Qianyue's three swords were mediocre, as if they were stabbing indiscriminately, and the speed was not very fast, but the young man's sword skills were extremely exquisite, but how could he be forced to retreat step by step?

Even the sword technique of warding off evil shouldn't be like this, right? Those who use the sword technique to ward off evil spirits are all the unity of human swords, advancing and retreating like the wind, fast as lightning, how can there be such a slow and leisurely stabbing with the hand?

At this moment, Qian Qingjian even remembered the rivalry between himself and Qiu Qianzhang, could it be that Zhuo Qianyue and this young man were also acting? But who is this play for?

The next moment, Zhuo Qianyue stood in the evening breeze, looked at the young man and said proudly: "It doesn't hurt to tell you, this is the 'broken knife style' among the eight swords of the Zhuo family......! Whoa, you're so vicious......" swung his sword and slashed at his feet, and a poisonous snake was cut in two by the sword, and half of the snake's body flew to the side.

With Zhuo Qianyue's "ouch" shout, the scene was already changing, and the beautiful young man immediately exclaimed: "Snake, where did the poisonous snake come from?" The voice was sharp and piercing, no longer like a male voice, he immediately lost his body, and the single knife danced like a violent wind, and the remnants of the poisonous snake flew everywhere with the light of the knife.

Qian Qingjian, who was watching the battle not far away, could no longer guess the origin of Zhuo Qianyue's swordsmanship, and suddenly saw a poisonous snake in the field, he immediately woke up, looked around, and saw hundreds of poisonous snakes coming from west to east, I don't know when they had swam to Zhuo Qianyue and the beautiful boy's side, and in the wilderness farther west, there was a "whoosh" strange sound, and the evening breeze was mixed with bursts of strange smells.

This is definitely not the sound and smell that thousands of snakes can make, there are at least tens of thousands of snakes! Qian Qingjian immediately made a judgment.

In today's world, in addition to Ouyang Feng's White Camel Mountain lineage, I am afraid that no one can catch up with Qian Qingjian in contact with all kinds of poisonous snakes, Qian Qingjian has experienced Liang Ziweng's belly snake, Xiangyang's Bosi Qu snake, and later the snake group east of Xinyang, and he can be regarded as a person with rich experience in dealing with snakes, it can be said that Qian Qingjian has bitten more snakes than ordinary people have seen, so it is reasonable to be able to make judgments based on hearing and smell.

This must be Ouyang Feng's group of snakes, but I don't know why this snake herder's footsteps are so fast, and it only takes a few days to come from Xinyang East to Suzhou North! At this time, it is no more daylight than before, and there are thousands of poisonous snakes, which is not at all something that Li Mochou's Ice Spirit Silver Needle can solve.

Thinking of this, Qian Qingjian shouted: "Mo Chou, run east!", the giant axe didn't care about taking it anymore, flew to Li Mochou's side, and slapped the black donkey's buttocks, the black donkey was in pain, and immediately ran eastward, past Ke Yinnong and the others, and disappeared into the darkness.

Now that Li Mochou was out of danger, Qian Qingjian relaxed slightly, only to hear the sound of a bamboo whistle in the darkness in the west, and it was obvious that someone was driving the snakes to besiege to the east. It's just that it's dark, and I can't see the figure of the snake slave in the distance, well, as long as Ouyang Feng doesn't appear, Qian Qingjian is not very afraid.

When looking at Zhuo Qianyue again, Zhuo Qianyue didn't fight with the young man, the place where she was where the snakes attacked, only blinking, she and the young man were already surrounded by thousands of poisonous snakes, Zhuo Qianyue used her Ling Bo micro step while using swordsmanship to stab the poisonous snake.

There are too many poisonous snakes, the snake group is not Murong Fu, Zhuo Qianyue is not Duan Yu, the snake group does not care what Ling Bo Weibu Luo socks are dusty, as long as you Luo socks can't urinate, they will bite correctly.

"Fairy Zhuo, run, we can't rush over!" Ke Yinnong in the east shouted anxiously, his soft whip made it like a spirit snake, desperately whipping the peripheral snakes, wanting to come in to save Zhuo Qianyue, but no matter how smart his soft whip was, it was only one, not only could he not rush into the snake formation, but he was almost bitten by a poisonous snake.

Fan Yiding was also struggling to swing his staff and sweep away, which was also to no avail. The encirclement of the poisonous snake is getting bigger and bigger, but it forces Fan Keguo and the three of them to retreat step by step, and they are even farther away from Zhuo Qianyue's side.

The beautiful boy danced a single knife like a few windmills, trying to escape from the snakes, but there were more and more snakes that rushed up, and it was useless to turn the stars, even if he turned a hundred snakes, there were two hundred waiting to bite behind. When the boy swung his knife, he let out several exclamations in succession, thinking that he had been bitten by a snake.

"Master Ke, you should withdraw first, leave me alone, I can't imagine that my Zhuo Qianyue has not achieved a miracle, and I actually died in the mouth of this poisonous insect, huh?"

At this time, a full moon had just risen, and the silver light of the veins was sprinkled on the earth, and when Zhuo Qianyue's figure was fluttering and turning, he suddenly found Qian Qingjian standing there as if nothing happened, and immediately drifted towards Qian Qingjian's side, "Qian Shaoxia, why don't you have a snake here?"

At this time, the beautiful young man also discovered this anomaly, and used the wind knife technique all the way, and after cutting dozens of snakes, he also rushed to Qian Qingjian's side, and stood on both sides of Qian Qingjian with Zhuo Qianyue on both sides.

When Zhuo Qianyue saw the arrival of this young man, she immediately changed her fairy demeanor in the past, and laughed and said, "Okay, then I will avenge half of my revenge before I die!" Before the words fell, Qian Qingjian was stabbed out with a sword.

In the eyes of the young man, this sword was unstoppable, unavoidable, but it couldn't retreat, because if he took a step back, he might be bitten by a group of snakes.

Zhuo Qianyue said: "Scoundrel!" When he was about to swing the second sword, his body was already limp and paralyzed to the ground, and the long sword also fell to the ground, and he fainted before he could say: "Save me, I will pass on your ......".

Qian Qingjian was also startled by Zhuo Qianyue's sword blade passing through his ears, and he didn't care about the young man on the other side hugging him, at this time, listening to what Zhuo Qianyue said before he fell into a coma, he guessed that what she failed to say must be the word "divine skill", and he was overjoyed, saying that he would save Zhuo Qianyue's life.

He was about to pull away the arm of the young man behind him and carry Zhuo Qianyue out of danger, but he felt that the young man behind him was also wilting against his body at the same time, thinking that he was the same as Zhuo Qianyue, he had been bitten by a snake, and he was in a coma at this time.

This kind of little white face dies one less than one, saving Lao Tzu from worrying all day long when he meets Lu Zhanyuan! Qian Qingjian ignores the beautiful boy, so he has to possess Zhuo Qianyue, at this time, Zhuo Qianyue is not a stunning beauty in Qian Qingjian's eyes, but a Northern Shengong, Ling Bo Weibu, and maybe ...... What the hell is the Zhuo Eight Swords? And the Broken Knife Style? Isn't that the Dugu Nine Swords?

As soon as his hand wrapped his arms around Zhuo Qianyue's waist, he heard a voice say: "Let go of her! Such a stunning beauty is also something that you, a mountain village nofu, can reach out and touch?"

Qian Qingjian looked up in amazement, a man in white was already standing ten steps away, looking thirty-five or sixteen years old, his eyes were slanted, his face was handsome, but he was heroic, and he was dressed up, like a rich and noble king's grandson. A folding fan in his hand has a few peonies painted on it, and he is holding it on his chest and fanning it slowly, and his expression is very chic.