At this time, the corners of Qing Jin's mouth showed a light smile, and he fell lightly down the wall, and everyone saw his movements, and there was silence in the field for a moment, only the breeze whistled slightly, and I didn't know how he was going. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I saw his footsteps lifted lightly, stepped out lightly, I don't know why, this light foot, when he landed on the foot, he made a clear sound of footsteps, his pace was slow, after walking out of six or seven steps, the footsteps were faintly condensed into a rhythm, trance a song of Jin Ge Iron Horse, the sound of killing the city of fire, combined with his cold momentum, an invisible coercion scattered out.

He walked all the way, and everyone was forced by his power and involuntarily retreated.

The leader of the assassins felt a chill in his heart, and if he had to turn around and leave in front of everyone, he suppressed his restlessness and asked in a cold voice, "How are you doing?"

Qing Jin smiled and said, "Naturally, you want to be close to Brother Tai?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a flash of green shadows, like a ghost, and a sword stabbed out, this sword was an understatement, ordinary, just an extremely ordinary sword, the sword momentum was not fast or slow, the sound was almost inaudible, and there was no brilliance.

But it was such a search for an ordinary sword, the assassin leader saw it but his eyes widened, the essence was shining, his forehead was beating, he cleared his voice, urged his skills to the limit, the long sword in his hand suddenly like a silver rainbow spitting, one after another sword flashed, as if weaving a net in the air, the dance was impermeable, the water could not be splashed, only a dense sound, like a series of blade clashing sounds.

The man snorted, his body changed, Huo Ran flew back, seeing Qing Jin looking at himself playfully, he did not chase after him and take the opportunity to make trouble, he groaned slightly, and a long howl came out, rising from the ground, like a bird flying away.

The Assassins heard the howl. It also receded like a tide.

Qing Jin stared at the direction of the man's departure, his body moved, and Huo Ran chased after him.

Qing Jin fought with him twice, and faintly found that his martial arts path had some traces of déjà vu, which made him faintly raise some doubts in his heart, and a possibility gradually emerged in his heart.

In fact, with Qingjin's martial arts. Although he couldn't take down this person in an instant, there was no problem if he wanted to keep him, but in that case, King Xing would inevitably kill this person, but if the conjecture in his heart was confirmed, Qing Jin wanted to spare his life, so it was not advisable to take him down on the spot, so he deliberately let him leave calmly, and waited until he arrived in a sparsely populated place outside the city. After taking down this person and testing it, whether to kill or stay at that time depends on his own will.

The man was galloping, and suddenly heard the strong wind whistling behind him, and when he saw that it was Qingjin chasing him, he couldn't help but be startled, and even raised his body to the limit, and the two of them were like lightning. You chase after me, as fast as a frightening flood. In the blink of an eye, he left Anlu City.

Qing Jin always hung behind him more than ten zhang away, and when he saw that he was out of the city, he had no scruples, his body changed, and Huo Ran raised his body method to the limit, and in an instant. The distance between the two is getting closer.

The man had seen that Qing Jin had always kept a distance from him, and he had not been able to catch up, and he thought that he was not good at light body kung fu, but now he realized that he did it on purpose.

He was horrified in his heart, but he also pushed his skills to the limit. It's just that the distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and suddenly he heard a clear sound behind him, and a cold light stabbed forward, like a meteor falling, and the sword qi was like a rainbow......

Such a sword after sword, the sword of Qingjin is like a rainbow, interspersed with coming and going, endlessly, without giving this person a chance to breathe, after a series of more than a dozen swords, Qingjin walked with the sword, and another sword stabbed out, only to hear a clang, the man's long sword fell to the ground, his face sank, and he was pointed at the throat by the sword of Qingjin.

Qing Jin showed a slight smile on his face, and when he raised his eyes, the man did not show weakness, and when he looked up, the two of them looked at each other, and suddenly a fine light flashed, and they were silent.

It's just that gradually Qingjin's eyes turned into a starry sky in a trance, not a thought, no waves, mysterious and deep, people gradually lost in it, the person suddenly reacted with an "ah", revealing a shocked look, and did not dare to look at Qingjin's eyes.

At this time, Qing Jin Huo Ran put away his sword, and chuckled lightly: "May I ask your surname, sir?"

The man was supposed to ignore him, but when he saw that he put away the long sword around his neck, and his words were very polite, if he ignored it, he looked like a child, he snorted coldly and said, "Don't dare, a certain family is surnamed Yang." ”

The corners of Qing Jin's eyes jumped, his eyes flashed again, and he looked him up and down, only to see his cold hair stand on end, and then he smiled: "It turned out to be Mr. Yang, disrespectful and disrespectful......"

When Mr. Yang saw this, he felt that he seemed to be joking at himself, and he said coldly: "How dare you, the prisoner under the stairs, you should not say this......"

Qing Jin didn't seem to hear the coldness in his words, but still laughed and said, "I don't know who Mr. is?"

This Mr. Yang glanced at Qingjin and said, "Shu ......"

Qing Jin's heart moved again, and he remembered the sentence in the codex, "Lucky senior brother escaped from the Sichuan realm!"

Seeing that this person was by no means like the junior brother recorded in the codex, could it be his descendant, and asked: "It's just that I heard that Mr. had a Shaanxi accent in his words?"

This person was stunned when he heard this, obviously no one had ever asked him like this, he sighed slightly: "Yang is from Shu, there is no need to lie to you, but my father is from Shaanxi, I don't know why Shaoxia has such a question?

Qingjin arched his hand and said: "Mr. is too careful, Li is from Shaanxi, so I have this question, I don't know if Ling Zun is alive?"

Seeing that Qing Jin was not slacking off because he was a prisoner, he was always polite, and he was inconvenient to speak coldly, and sighed: "My father passed away when I was young, how can I still be alive?"

Qingjin said: "That gentleman still needs to mourn, I think Mr. has a good martial arts, presumably the master must not be unknown." ”

This Mr. Yang glanced at Qing Jin meaningfully and said: "If you want to kill or chop, listen to it, if you think that you can find out my details and find out the person behind it, then you really underestimate me, and Yang only learned a little bit of crop man's style with his father when he was a child, and he has never studied with a teacher." ”

Qingjin's eyes lit up and said: "Oh, it turns out that Ling Zun is also a martial arts master, but I am lonely and unheard, I don't know if Ling Zun is from Shaanxi?"

This person saw Qingjin pulling around, I don't know what the purpose is, but now people are swords and I am fish and meat, and he still replied: "My father was sick all the year round before his death, and I didn't see him go back to Shaanxi, but I only knew that he was ...... near Zhongnan Mountain" (to be continued.) )

PS: Hopefully there won't be tomb powder spraying me