When the words fell, Zhao Zhijing looked at it, at this time Liu Qing's hand was a long knife with a black scabbard, although the knife was not out of the sheath at this time, but a killing aura came to his face, it was not an ordinary knife, it was a knife stained with the blood of countless people, and he could still feel the blood-like smell in the sheath, which was the mark of a fresh life.

Feeling such an aura, Zhao Zhijing's face still did not change, just that smile, which was calm and happy. Zhao Zhijing said slowly: "Senior Liu, I think it's a misunderstanding, I really don't know who is Liu An, and the senior came to stop it, so I guess it's a mistake!"

Liu Qing's tiger-eyed pupils contracted slightly, and a momentum of non-anger and self-authority poured out on his face, only to hear him slowly speak: "Sect Master Zhao, is it because the nobles are too forgetful, or are there too many people who died at your hands, and you can't remember who is who?"

When he heard Liu Qing talk about Liu An, Li Mochou, who was dressed in a fiery red dress, suddenly had a solemn look on his face, and slowly opened his mouth and said slowly in Zhao Zhijing's ear: "Brother Zhijing, the fast hunter who rode a horse in the courtyard of the hut that day should be the Liu An he said, and was later killed by you with a sword and a horse!"

Although Li Mochou's voice is small, Zhao Zhijing and Liu Qing are rare masters in the world, even small voices can be heard, and naturally Li Mochou's words fell into the ears of the two.

Suddenly, the look on Zhao Zhijing's face was solemn, and he bowed and said: "Please also ask the seniors to forgive me, I really don't know that it is Brother Liu'an, if I know, how could such a thing happen, it is really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, I am sorry!"

Zhao Zhijing's words were full of apologies, but the calmness on his face did not show the meaning of apology at all, and some were just perfunctory and impatient to be at the same level and have equal dialogue.

If an ordinary person is insulted like Zhao Zhijing, he will definitely be furious at this time. But he was forty years old, his face was calm, he held the scabbard in one hand, and walked towards Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou step by step, saying as he walked: "Liu An is my disciple, my heir, and my son. When a person is old, he will not have too many expectations, and most of the time he is reminiscing about everything before, but the fact that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person is not something that ordinary people can afford. ”

"Sect Leader Zhao is also a person, he has his own cherished things, this person next to you wants to be your confidante! I want to come to An'er and like her very much, and ask the master to be an adult, let her go and be with An'er, wouldn't everyone be happy, Sect Leader Zhao, what do you say?"

The battle is not only about swords, nor does it have to be unsheathed, Zhao Zhijing and Liu Qing have already begun this battle when they meet, the momentum is a sharp sword, which can be used to kill the enemy, and language is also a sharp sword, which can also be used to kill the enemy. In the battle between masters, every tiny factor is the key.

At this time, Li Mochou, who was standing next to Zhao Zhijing, would already be a burden, and she couldn't help anything at this time in the fight between the two, and her presence would only distract Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing looked at Li Mochou's eyes with a hint of strangeness, and Li Mochou's heart suddenly filled with a trace of bitterness, he cultivated hard, but it was still useless at such a moment.

The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are not those young ladies who are deep in the boudoir, they know the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes, and they know that to survive in such a world, they need to have extraordinary vision and courage. Li Mochou held the scabbard tightly, the fingers holding the scabbard, the joints had turned white, and a trace of tears flashed in her eyes, but the next moment she had already controlled her emotions, and her figure left Zhao Zhijing's side in a flash, and quickly left the woods, knowing that the two of them could not see her.

"She's very smart, if An'er is as smart as her, she won't be like that!" Liu An stood a foot in front of Zhao Zhijing, and said slowly in the air, but one hand had already put me at the hilt of the knife, as long as Zhao Zhijing was not careful, he would usher in an extremely fast knife light.

Zhao Zhijing showed a smile on his face, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, the pupils in his eyes had shrunk into a point, a dark point, as if everything was the starting point.

The breeze was blowing, blowing the leaves, and everything was so quiet that only the rustle of the leaves could be heard, as if singing an extraordinary song.

The singing of the birds was silent, and the joy of the pet insects was gone. A leaf slowly fell from the treetops, like a flying butterfly, but the beauty was only for a moment, the leaf was torn between Zhao Zhijing and Liu Qing, and the energy squeezed it into powder and dissipated in the air.

The dissipation of the leaves is the hammer of the bell, which rings the morning bell to welcome the beginning of the day and the arrival of everything.

"Cangchangchang!" The crisp sound came into his ears, and the Purple Emperor Sword and the long knife shot out of the sheath one after another, and a purple light and black brilliance appeared between the two, and suddenly two long howls came, one was the dragon chant of the Hollow Valley, and the other was the roar of the Demon Jiao, piercing and very gloomy.

Zhao Zhijing's eyes were covered with dense knife light, and it could also be said that it was not light, it was a touch of darkness, a touch of darkness where no light could be seen.

Darkness will envelop the light, and people will suddenly feel a depression in their hearts, as if the end is coming. But Zhao Zhijing is not an ordinary person, he is not a person who submits to others, although he is not a swordsman who dedicates his life to his own sword, but he still believes in his sword, a long sword that can cut through darkness.

The hand that clenched the long sword did not loosen half a minute, nor did it grip it tightly like a life-saving straw, but only held the hilt comfortably and with a proper force.

The snow-colored white robe was windless and automatic, a fierce momentum soared into the sky, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, a long dragon chant suddenly sounded, purple brilliance shone, Zhao Zhijing stabbed out with a sword, like a light that cut through chaos, and cut through the darkness in front of him.

The long sword dragon groaned, the black knife screamed, the Purple Emperor Sword and the nameless black knife in the hands of Zhao Zhijing and Liu Qing quickly swung out, the sword qi and sword light cut through the sky, just for a moment, or for a long time, the two didn't know how many knives they slashed, and they didn't know how many swords they stabbed, but both of them had a feeling of joy rising in their hearts, and in front of them was a rare opponent, an opponent who might kill themselves.

This world is very small, and it is very big, so big that you don't know how many masters there are in this world, how many things you don't know, so small, so that you will always encounter disputes and meet an opponent who is like yourself, it can be said that it is very rare! )