Dong Qinglai turned sideways and pulled out his sword. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yin Shuiliu's eyes lit up, this was the second time he had seen Dong Qinglai's swordsmanship.

Fast.

Soon.

As soon as the sound of the unsheath started, the sword drawn out of Dong Qinglai's right hand had already been stabbed, and Qingyun's claws were actually the first to strike.

The three-foot-seven-inch-long sword body was like a white-shirted beauty at a glance, and the tip of the sword sank into Qingyun's right shoulder, left shoulder, left leg, and right leg.

In total, there are four places, and the time is only a split second.

Sword harvest.

Blood spurted out in an instant.

Before breaking the temple, Dong Qinglai pointed with his sword, letting Qingyun's blood drip to the ground along the tip of the sword.

"Only an opponent worthy of my respect, my sword will pierce the throat and save him a lot of pain. I'm sorry, Senior Sister Qingyun, you can only be regarded as the object of my listening, and I need to make you suffer somewhat. ”

Dong Qinglai's face was expressionless, and his voice was still hoarse and ugly, but at this moment, no one felt that he was a sand force.

Qingyun was the best among the twenty Huashan faction officials, and there was not a single one of the other nineteen people present who could outperform her in martial arts. Especially with such a one-sided sword, Qingyun was defeated in seconds.

In the battle just now, Qingyun was fighting the sword with his claws, but if Dong Qinglai was just an ordinary third-rate realm figure, then the sword in his hand, even if it was replaced by a famous brand weapon of the Heavenly Sword and the like, would not hurt Qingyun in the slightest.

"You ......"

Qingyun fell to his knees in front of the ruined temple in embarrassment, his eyes full of disbelief and horror.

Dong Qinglai's two swords stabbed on her legs were extremely vicious in terms of strength, depth, and location, making it difficult for her to hold on without kneeling.

"Dong Qinglai, you are so daring!"

The other Huashan faction officials next to them were all shocked, and they retreated in unison, and then they all flashed their swords out.

Their Huashan faction belongs to the Wuyue Sword Sect, everyone has practiced swords, and they have been immersed in swordsmanship for many years, how could they not see the speed of Dong Qinglai's sword just now.

"You belong to the same Huashan faction, you brutalized your fellow sect in front of so many of us, Dong Qinglai, you ......"

One of the Huashan officials sent a sword at Dong Qinglai and shouted in shock.

But anyone could hear his lust.

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Dong Qinglai took out his sword again.

This time his sword was in his hand, and there was no step to draw it, so everyone could see it very clearly.

Just a stab.

The official's shuriken was just about to meet it, and Dong Qinglai's three-foot-seven-inch sword stabbed into his chest against the body of his sword.

If you hurt someone with another sword, you still lose the opponent in seconds.

"I said that I am a villain, and I have other plans to worship Huashan, how can I be regarded as a member of the Huashan faction?"

Dong Qinglai put the blade of the sword in front of his eyes, staring at the blood on the sword's body, the burnt face and the red flower pattern on the other side were even more demonic.

He took the enemy with two swords like this, and the remaining eighteen Huashan faction officials looked at each other, and everyone's faces turned pale, and no one dared to speak out for a while, let alone say the sword.

In the past, Huashan waste materials, which were recognized by everyone, have become a nightmare for all people at this time.

Very terrible sword.

Yin Shuiliu looked at Dong Qinglai's bloodstained three-foot-seven-inch sword from a distance.

His "Tempest Sword Technique" and Dong Qinglai's killing sword technique are not at the same level at all, the other party's at least S++ level swordsmanship, and it may even be S+++ level, at that time, if there was no black robe to resist the opponent's sword tip breaking into the heart, he would already be a wisp of revenant soul under the opponent's sword.

And Yin Shuiliu's "Ancient Tomb School Sword Technique" learned from Li Mochou cannot be filled in with data, and before the penance is not completed, he has no qualifications to play a sword in front of the other party, let alone his enemy.

"No one should doubt my words now, right?"

There was no official from the Huashan faction to answer.

Dong Qinglai glanced around at everyone and nodded towards the grass where Yin Shuiliu was, Yin Shuiliu knew that if he made a slight move, the other party's thunder would stab in an instant.

"We live in this cruel world, most of us are misled by the system, and every day we either think about killing others or guarding against others killing themselves, which is an unspeakable sadness for us. ”

Dong Qinglai stretched out his three-foot-seven-inch sword into the rain and watched the bloodstains being washed away by the rain.

"There are many people who haven't even killed chickens, ducks and fish in the city in their previous lives, but they kill a lot of people here, and they feel excited when they see blood, but I don't, because I think it's the worst perversion. I'm a little luckier than you, I've been on a different path from you since the first newbie prize draw, so I can find my own way in this world. ”

"What?"

"Kendo!"

"It is my luck and your sorrow. My luck value is 90 points, I think there are few people of my kind in this world who are higher than me, your senior sister Fang Qingyu's luck is a scumbag, but her luck is really better than all of us, and this kind of luck is more critical than the luck value. ”

The officials of the Huashan faction couldn't help but be in an uproar, and Yin Shuiliu was no exception.

Luck is worth 90 points!

"Your exclamations prove my luck and your ignorance, because luck is not everything, and for me, it may be another kind of sorrow. When I was five years old, I began to practice swordsmanship secretly, abandoning my father's so-called family boxing technique, because my father's boxing technique is not even worthy of the qualification to carry shoes compared to the swordsmanship I drawn, can you guess what kind of swordsmanship it is?"

Three-foot-seven-inch sword.

Yin Shuiliu vaguely guessed who the swordsmanship was.

Someone in the Huashan faction secretly swallowed saliva, obviously with a dry mouth.

Dong Qingchu looked at the three-foot-seven-inch sword in his hand, with infinite affection in his eyes, and spit out the answer: "It's Ximen Blowing Snow's swordsmanship, just like the novel, it has no name, I call it a murderous swordsmanship, because the sword must kill people when it is unsheathed." It's a pity that my qualifications are limited, and I can't practice this swordsmanship in a short period of time, so I don't dare to blow blood, it's disrespectful to Ximen Blowing Snow, but I never deny my swordsmanship. ”

Jingling!

Someone's sword fell to the ground in the Huashan faction, and the man said in a trembling voice, "Why are you telling us this?"

Dong Qinglai glanced at the sword he had dropped to the ground, shook his head lightly, and said, "Have you read a book on psychology in your previous life?"

90 points of luck plus Simon Blowing Snow's swordsmanship......

Dong Qinglai is like a towering mountain, gradually and gradually overwhelming the officials of the Huashan faction.

The official who asked the question had a pale face, and in Dong Qinglai's questioning, he only knew how to look at the same door.

"It's okay, I'll tell you if I haven't seen it. ”

"Let's put it simply, since it's a martial arts world, let's take martial arts novels as examples. Those who have watched "Turning Clouds and Rain" know that the lone thief Fan Liangji is a self-autistic patient, he will catch a stranger every time he arrives, and tell him what he buries in his heart without reservation, so as to achieve the purpose of catharsis, and then kill him again, and then find the next ...... after a while"

Without waiting for Dong Qing to finish speaking, the remaining officials of the Huashan faction were bloodless.

Until now, how can they not understand why Dong Qinglai is babbling so much, it turns out that he is a self-autistic patient like Fan Liangji, a lone thief, and they are all "listeners" who will be executed if they listen to it.

In front of this kind of "Fan Liangji", none of the eighteen of them had Han Bai's strength, and what was even more terrifying was that under the deterrence of Dong Qinglai's swordsmanship blowing snow at the West Gate, they didn't even have the idea of a battle.

The first retreated without a fight, followed by the second, and then fled in groups.

It's a pity that the Huashan faction is not good at light work.

Yin Shuiliu looked at it and shook his head.

Dong Qinglai's Ximen swordsmanship is indeed terrifying, but he is only one person, if this group of Huashan faction officials is not shocked by Dong Qinglai, eighteen people join forces, everyone is desperate not to leave behind, how can Dong Qinglai be uncomfortable for a while.

Dong Qinglai learned Ximen swordsmanship, but he is not Ximen Blowing Snow, but I am afraid that his current swordsmanship is less than a few tenths of the Ximen Blowing Snow Sword God realm. With his indomitable swordsmanship and not taking the slightest defensive position, if the eighteen swords of the Huashan Sect joined forces properly, he was fifty percent sure that he would be able to break through the gap in him.

It's a pity, a bunch of stupid paralyzed, can they escape like this?

"What are you going to do if you haven't finished listening?"

Dong Qinglai made eighteen swords in a row, and eighteen people lay down on the ground of the broken temple. He didn't kill any of them, apparently the audience had to hear what he had to say.