No one paid attention to him, he was like a clown.

Ma San and the others are all people with eyes, and in this case, they will not draw their swords.

As long as the broken sword does not die, then they are not responsible.

There is no responsibility, what kind of knives and guns do you move, not to mention that the other party is a master killer?

So Broken Sword's face became more and more ugly, and finally he didn't hold back, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't see through the sword.

He looked at Si Zhao and Yang Ting, who were about to fight.

Neither of them moved.

Sizhao hung his hands and stood on the street without momentum.

Yang Ting sat cross-legged on the ground, crossed his sword on his lap, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The atmosphere became mysterious.

When the people on the street saw that they were about to start fighting, they all dispersed immediately, and the street was empty for a while, but the windows above the restaurant were crowded with people, but Chen Yuanyuan was the only one with few people.

Without him, the Mai Killing God was here, and he didn't go away.

The sword was also resting on the neck of the broken sword, safe and secure.

It's just that every time he wants to move when he breaks the sword, he will have an illusion that although the sword does not have a sharp edge, as long as he moves slightly, this sword without a sharp edge will come back to life and kill himself.

So he's obedient now.

The sun was slowly moving, and finally someone got impatient and yawned, but because of the ferocity of the Mai man just now, no one dared to coax and speak.

Finally, Chen Yuanyuan keenly noticed that Yang Ting's fingers tapped lightly on the scabbard.

Si Zhao seemed to sense something, and the hand slowly stroked the hilt of his sword.

Yang Ting ordered again.

Si Zhao's hand trembled slightly, but he still leaned firmly against the hilt of his sword.

Yang Ting suddenly opened his eyes.

The index finger of the right hand flicked again.

The sword was unsheathed by half an inch.

There seemed to be a flash of sword light in the eyes that the head of the Sword Sect opened.

"Good. "This is the evaluation of the head disciple of the Sword Sect.

With a soft "bang", a small opening appeared on Sizhao's neckline.

Thinking about it is still unmoved.

Yang Ting lowered his head, and his five fingers kept beating on the scabbard, mixing into a monotonous tune, knock knock, knock knock.

If you listen closely, it seems to be a beautiful piece of music.

The sword was also slowly unsheathed half inch by inch.

The first disciple of the Sword Sect listened carefully, shaking his head and shaking his head, and his fingers were also beating with the beat, as if he was fascinated.

Chen Yuanyuan also heard this voice, but what he heard was different from everyone else's, what he heard was the cheering of the sword, the singing of the sword.

Yang Ting's sword seemed to be singing, as if it was cheering, as if it was dancing.

It seems to have come to life.

There were more and more openings in Sizhao's clothes, not only on his clothes, but also on his hat and leggings, which were full of gaps, as if an invisible sword was cutting beside him.

The bluestone road where he sat was also cut with layers of sword marks of different depths and shallows.

But he still sat like that, and his hand with his sword didn't slow down or speed because of it.

Even though his hands were cut all over with blood.

It's still so simple, it seems to be in the spring breeze.

Yang Ting's sword stopped after only one foot six.

Yang Ting didn't pull it out again.

His fingers stopped, too.

Time seemed to stand still, and Si Zhao's fingers had already touched the hilt of the sword.

The first disciple of the Sword Sect was still shaking his head.

Chen Yuanyuan was still listening carefully.

Broken Sword's face is still so red and purple.

A fly had just flown past the window, flapped its wings, flew towards the meal, and stopped.

It seems that everything has stopped.

Yang Ting slapped his palm heavily on the scabbard.

There was a sound of "coaxing", obviously there was no sound, but Chen Yuanyuan felt as if a volcano had erupted, a loud bang sounded in his ears, and the world lost its voice in an instant.

Chen Yuanyuan covered his ears hard, but he couldn't help but kneel on the ground and retched loudly.

Looking at everyone, I could only see them with their mouths open, but I couldn't see what they were saying, and I saw the blunt swordsman looking at him in surprise.

But Chen Yuanyuan couldn't hear anything, couldn't feel anything, and lost his sense of direction.

At that moment, Yang Ting's sword flew out.

It was a broken sword, as if it had been cut in half by some divine weapon.

But now it was this broken sword that brought out the earth-shattering sword intent.

The first disciple of the Sword Sect saw the sword intent and muttered in his mouth: "If you don't fly for three years, you will soar into the sky, and if you don't make a sound for three years, you will be amazing." ”

The sword shattered inch by inch.

For a moment, all the swords in the entire state capital began to wail.

What's more, the sword also began to shatter.

And now at this end, the sword intent tore open the void and descended in front of Si Zhao's eyes.

Si Zhao was not flustered.

He drew his sword as well.

It was like a rising sun breaking through the dawn and tearing through the darkness.

When the first light came.

Radiant.

It's like hope.

Everywhere, sprinkled all over the earth, driving away darkness.

Fiercely pierced the huge sword intent.

Pierced.

When the first disciple of the Sword Sect saw this scene, he was suddenly a little disappointed and a little excited.

A blood flower bloomed on Yang Ting's body.

Yang Ting didn't seem to feel the pain, and sat there in a daze.

The head disciple of the Sword Sect did not speak.

Si Kai said: "Flashy, too weak, tricky, never the trick." ”

The head disciple of the Sword Sect did not speak, but he did not stop his words either.

Gone with a summons.

The blunt swordsman also withdrew his sword and walked away.

left behind Yang Ting, who was lost and depressed, the broken sword that trembled in cold sweat, and Chen Yuanyuan, who rolled on the ground a little better.

The streets are bustling again.

It's just that no one dared to go over and look at Yang Ting, who was sitting in the middle of the street.

Except, Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan held two bowls of wine in his hands.

I wanted to squat on the ground, but I still failed, and I sat on the ground with my ass.

His face was also pale and pale.

Apparently it's not feeling good right now.

But he still sat here and handed Yang Ting a bowl of wine.

Said: "Drink this bowl of wine." ”

Yang Ting glanced at Chen Yuanyuan, did not speak, and did not take the wine.

Chen Yuanyuan smiled.

"Isn't it just losing," Chen Yuanyuan said, "who hasn't lost?"

Yang Ting still ignored him.

Chen Yuanyuan continued: "I know a person who has never won in half his life, and he has failed in what he does. “

"Go out and be an official, the boss doesn't love him, so he can't be promoted. “

"When I went out to do business, I was cheated by someone, and I lost all my money. “

Yang Ting finally became interested.

"Go on. Yang heard.

Chen Yuanyuan raised his wine glass to signal.

Yang Ting drank it all, and a flush appeared on his pale face.

"Can you say it now?" Yang heard.

Ma San and several people stood behind Chen Yuanyuan and looked at Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan also took a sip of wine, smiled hehe, and said, "Next, it's something we like to see." “