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Liu Qingquan didn't give him time to think about what to do, the sword light flashed, and it hit his chest, as fast as lightning, and he didn't snore, and he struck first.

Liu Qingquan knows this kind of opportunity, he must not hesitate and be soft-hearted, the trapped beast is still fighting, it is the most terrifying, and it will be eaten back at every turn.

Since Xiao Yuesheng invented the game of catching thieves among officers and soldiers, the Shui Yun faction has been full of energy, and the most fun thing about playing this game is that there is a reward, which is a temptation that they can't refuse.

Since then, the hands-on experience of the disciples of the Water Cloud Sect has increased greatly, and the creation of surnames has been completely stimulated, and each has derived a unique way of acting, which is exactly what Xiao Yuesheng hoped.

Although Liu Qingquan had never killed anyone, he did not lack hands-on experience, and he didn't give this man in black a chance to think of ideas, and directly drew his sword to attack.

Under the light, she was dressed in a moon-white silk robe, shining, her hair shawl, jet black luster, and the sword light was snow-white, like frost and electricity.

The sword light in the sky shrouded her like a fairy under the moon, and directly attacked the masked black-clothed man opposite.

The black-clothed masked figure was extremely fast, and then retreated, taking advantage of the situation to pull out the long sword on his back, resisting the fast sword that shrouded him, a string of clanging gold and iron clashing sounds, and in an instant, the two of them had passed more than a dozen moves.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was dressed in a moon-white silk robe, also reacted, and did not step forward to help, but drew his sword across his chest and slowly moved to the door, blocking his retreat.

Liu Qingquan's swordsmanship blindly seeks speed, like a storm, not at all like the graceful path of women's swordsmanship, but a little bit of Xiao Emei's chaotic swordsmanship, the sword light flickered, the cold air hit people, sprinkled with sword shadows in the sky, the masked man was like a flat boat in the wind and angry waves, precarious, but never fell.

In this small room, if the other party uses a hidden weapon, even if he is smart, he is afraid that he will not be able to dodge, so Liu Qingquan will take the lead and blindly attack, so that he cannot use his free hand and use any vicious hidden weapon.

In the air, the faint sweet smell has not yet dissipated, it is the smoke he just blows, he still can't believe that his smoke has failed!

It's just that at this time, he no longer has the heart to think about this, only knows to do his best to resist the seamless and poisonous snake-like tip of the sword.

Zhou Zhiruo was at the door of the house, only to feel that the cool air flow in his body was constantly running, and the speed was far from being comparable to ordinary time, and his internal force had nothing to do with it, as if water and oil were not disturbed, and the internal force was more agile and agile than usual.

The constant flow of clear water dissolves the smoke she inhales, so they are not affected by the smoke at all, if it is not for the effect of the hosta, even if they are prepared, they smell this smoke, I am afraid that they can only be slaughtered.

Liu Qingquan's sword control method is wonderful, the sword is as fast as electricity, it seems to have no strength, but the sword contains a yin to cold energy, every time the man in black blocks a sword, he secretly complains, and there is a cold on the sword, like a cold needle, piercing his internal force, straight into the meridians, the pain is abnormal, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

With a "snort——!", Liu Qingquan's fast sword finally broke through the opponent's defense, the tip of the sword stabbed the opponent's left forearm, the black clothes were torn, and the blood gushed out slightly, which was not intense, and soon stopped, seemingly a flesh wound.

The figure in black froze, his left arm was lowered, and he was no longer able to move, and the cold qi contained in Liu Qingquan's sword poured into his arm, as if he was frozen by cold ice, and he was no longer conscious.

This is one of the mysteries of the Bishui Jue, unless the internal force of the other party is condensed like iron, it is difficult to resist the invasion of the Bishui Jue, and the internal force of the Bishui Jue is different in the various meridians, constituting a balance of yin and yang, so that the face can stay forever.

The internal force gushes out from various parts, it is different, the five fingers, the same, quite a bit of the charm of the six-vein divine sword in the previous life, in the black-clothed man, only her slender index finger through the long sword, the sword speed is limited, and the power is still small.

Seeing that his left arm was no longer able to move, Liu Qingquan's sword momentum slowed down, and when he landed, he turned from fast to slow, from clever to clumsy, and a sword stabbed out, slowly coming, as if playing.

The black-clothed masked man in the shroud of the sword had words of suffering, only he could understand that the opponent's sword seemed to be slow, but it was only deceived by the eyes, but it was actually extremely fast.

It's just that every sword takes a shortcut, looking for the shortest line, and hitting his weakness directly, as if the two of them are chasing back and forth, and the person behind suddenly takes a shortcut and waits in front of him.

She slowly stabbed with a sword, and the landing point of the tip of the sword was exactly what he had passed, forcing him to change his move, otherwise, his wrist would automatically send the tip of the sword.

Zhou Zhiruo watched it with relish on the side, and was very interested in this kind of clumsy and ingenious swordsmanship, although he could see it, but he wanted to do it, but he sighed to himself, this is not only the magic of swordsmanship, but also the benefit of the sword man's vision.

Xiao Yuesheng is profound, unparalleled in the world, he read all the secrets of martial arts in the world, imprinted them in his mind, and then recorded them and put them in the three halls of Mission Hills Villa for his disciples to read and reference, so he also lacked interest in martial arts.

For the sake of the Shuiyun faction, he picked up swordsmanship again, and in half a year, he fed them with various swordsmanship in the world, although they didn't know the name of swordsmanship, their vision improved unconsciously.

The three of them didn't snort, only the sneering sound of the long sword breaking through the air, the two swords had no chance to fight, and every time Liu Qingquan went down, the other party had to change his moves.

The taste of such restraint was so wretching that it made people breathless, and the masked man in black could no longer bear it, and he snorted angrily, and the sword momentum changed sharply.

The sound of "huh-huh-" sounded, like a roar of the wind, his sword became extremely fast, carrying the roar of the wind, it was breathtaking, and the momentum was not weaker than Liu Qingquan's fast sword just now.

The howling of the wind made it seem as if they were in a wilderness where the wind was howling, and there was no shelter around them, and the wind seemed to sweep itself away.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was watching the game from the sidelines, frowned slightly and thoughtfully.

Seeing his swordsmanship roaring in the wind, she faintly remembered that she seemed to have heard her senior sister say that such a Qimen swordsmanship should be quite famous in the martial arts.

For the fast sword, Liu Qingquan is the most fearful, with ease, a sword in the east, a sword in the west, leisurely as a sword dance, a faint smile on the jade face, hair shawl, at first glance, it seems to be Chang'e dancing sword, graceful and soothing, elegant and moving.

Liu Qingquan's sword seems to be slowing down, and the sword in the east and the sword in the west point to it, which is exactly the path that the other party must take, and it is still the same as just now, he can only keep changing his moves and restrain his hands and feet.

Once his unique swordsmanship is unleashed, the other party can't stop it, and it will get faster and faster, like a river pouring down from high to low, and it can't be stopped.

It's just Liu Qingquan's sword, but it makes this torrent unable to vent, it is awkward, it makes the opponent's blood surge, and there is a faint sign of backlash.

"Drink ——!" His eyes brightened, and the gaze on the black scarf flashed violently, like two sword lights.

With the angry shout, his skill seemed to increase sharply, the sword momentum was faster, the afterimage of several long swords shrouded Liu Qingquan, and the roar of the wind became louder and more terrifying.

"Good swordsmanship!" Liu Qingquan couldn't help but admire, the sword in his hand was still leisurely, his posture was graceful and elegant, and it was pleasing to the eye.

This coquettish praise, listening to the other party's ears, is very sarcastic, the swordsmanship can not be used, the blood is surging and devouring, the heart is already sullen, and then hearing the ridicule of the opponent, he is full of anger, and he can no longer bear it, with a big mouth, a mouthful of blood spurts out, and covers Liu Qingquan.

At this time, seeing Liu Qingquan's light skills, the white shadow flashed, and the person was gone, and a little bit of hot blood failed to touch half a drop on her.

The white shadow flashed again, and Zhou Zhiruo, who was sweeping the formation on the side, stabbed straight with his sword, staggered with Liu Qingquan's figure, advancing and retreating, quite a tacit understanding.

The man's left arm was already slightly perceptual at this time, and he was just about to hand over the sword to his left hand, so that his right hand could probe the hidden weapon on his waist, but Zhou Zhiruo's long sword had arrived, and it was extremely fast, and he could not continue.

Liu Qingquan was holding a long sword on the side, wrinkled his nose, extremely disgusted by the smell of blood, and snorted: "What a cunning guy!"

"Good swordsmanship, Sister Zhou's good swordsmanship!"

"Okay, this trick is wonderful, kill him without a piece of armor!"

"Oh, alas, alas!"

Liu Qingquan's coquettish voice sounded in the house from time to time.

Liu Qingquan is different from Zhou Zhiruo's quiet and elegant appearance, he likes to talk, clapping his little hands on the side, constantly cheering and cheering, which makes the masked man even more impetuous, I really don't know when there are such two girls in the martial arts, with such martial arts.

Especially Zhou Zhiruo, it made him even more frightened, and his heart sank to the bottom.

The swordsmanship made by Zhou Zhiruo is the well-known Emei swordsmanship in the martial arts, and the ruthlessness of the exterminator and the protection of the calf into a surname are also well-known in the martial arts, provoking the Emei faction, which is tantamount to self-extermination.

Liu Qingquan's coquettish voice, although it was crisp and pleasant, was extremely noisy in his ears, and he couldn't wait to close her mouth.

With a "porphyry", Zhou Zhiruo's long sword pierced straight into the opponent's left arm, almost the same position as Liu Qingquan just now.

Zhou Zhiruo was slightly stunned, this was the other party sending his left arm to the tip of his sword, which seemed to be deliberate, and the situation was quite weird.

The man was hit by a sword in his left arm, but his movements did not stop, and the long sword in his right hand was thrown at Liu Qingquan, who was laughing and laughing on the side, and quickly touched his waist.

With a "bang", the black powder in the sky was suddenly thrown out, instantly overflowing the entire room, and there was no room for dodging.

Zhou Zhiruo was sober-minded, her delicate body flew back, her breath was tightly closed, and she rushed to the door, while trying to dodge the poisonous powder, she intercepted the black-clothed masked man, lest he escape.

But hearing another bang, under the cover of the floating black powder, Zhou Zhiruo found that the window was broken, and the white shadow flashed, Liu Qingquan chased out, and there was no one in the house.

"Damn!" even if she was quiet and elegant, she couldn't help but stomp on her embroidered shoes, scolded with hatred, blamed herself, and let him escape by accident, and all her previous achievements were wasted!

I don't want to blame myself anymore, I still catch up with the urgency of the moment, so as not to let Sister Liu suffer, and said that this flower thief is just a light skill, and his martial arts are ordinary, and everyone in the world has been deceived by him, and he is indeed cunning!

She jumped short, the jade girl shuttled, and also drilled out of the window of the cave, but saw the figure in the courtyard standing quietly, and Liu Qingquan's graceful figure was standing faintly in the dark.

The window opened, the bright light shot out, her eyes gradually adapted, and she saw clearly in the courtyard, Brother Xiao was standing with his hands in his hands, a figure at his feet, and Sister Liu was standing beside her brother with a smile, looking at herself with a smile, her teeth were snow-white.

"Brother Xiao......" Zhou Zhiruo was a little embarrassed and a little ashamed.

"Let's go into the house and talk!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, his right hand reached out, and the figure on the ground suddenly seemed to be pulled by a rope, rising straight up, and his waist and abdomen fell into his hands.

Xiao Yuesheng lightly held the belt of the black-clothed masked man in his right hand and stepped into Zhou Zhiruo and Liu Qingquan's room.

She could see clearly that Brother Xiao was dressed in a green shirt, very neat, chic and elegant, and outstanding, as if he had not undressed and slept.

Some of the black powder in the room still floated in the air, extremely spicy and extremely pungent, and for some reason it was poisonous, but the clear stream in her body did not change.

She is not familiar with the wonderful use of hostas, and she does not know it, which means that these things are not poisonous and do not need to be dissolved.

Xiao Yuesheng's green sleeves flicked, like a gust of wind surging, and the black powder floating and falling in the room was completely rolled up, flying out of the window, clean, not a single drop, on the light purple carpet, the blood stains were almost impossible to see.

The left hand in the sleeve of the green shirt reached out, and gently lifted it inward, and the window suddenly "snapped" shut, and it was not damaged just now.

As soon as his right hand was released, there was a "bang", and the man in black fell to the carpet and never moved again, like a dead dog.

"This person shouldn't be a lonely and nameless person!" Xiao Yuesheng sat on the brocade pier next to the round table and pointed the underground person with his toes.

At this time, the two women took a breath, Xiao Yuesheng just now, there was no expression on his face, and he didn't speak, but he had a heavy majesty on his body, which made them breathless.

"Look at your dignity!" Liu Qingquan's beautiful face smiled again, the long sword stretched out, and the tip of the sword picked the black scarf on his face, revealing an extremely handsome middle-aged face.

He is rectangular, with thick eyebrows, straight nose, and wide mouth, and his appearance is far better than Xiao Yuesheng, which should attract many women.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at it and shook her head, she didn't know it.

She has always practiced in the Emei faction, and rarely goes down the mountain, even if there is something in the Emei faction, it is mostly handled by Ding Minjun and Pei Jinyi, so there is no need to bother this little junior sister, only this time is the beginning of her experience.

However, his swordsmanship seems to have been mentioned by his senior sister,...... I can't remember. Zhou Zhiruo shook her head again, regretting her carelessness, she didn't listen to it at the time, and she didn't remember it when she heard it.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, didn't care, got up and squatted down beside him, took out the things in his arms, only two bottles of medicine, opened it, sniffed it, snorted lightly, and smiled at the two girls who were staring at him and their eyes were like water: "Aphrodisiac!"

The two girls were blushing when they landed, and the two women had just done something with someone, their breath was rushing, and their cheeks were flushed, and they were ashamed, and they were suddenly as delicate as flowers, bright and moving.

After touching out the aphrodisiac, Xiao Yuesheng no longer cared about manslaughter, put the two bottles of medicine in his arms, got up and clapped his hands: "Treat it as if nothing happened, sleep in peace, stay for two more days, and then go back to the mountains." ”

"Do you want to live?" Liu Qingquan couldn't help clapping her hands excitedly, she really acted as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Zhiruo has been blaming herself for her negligence, and she is a little depressed.

(To be continued)