"Ta-ta..."
While Chu Nianjiu, Lin Yuhuai and others were talking, a blind old man holding a bamboo pole slowly walked out of the crowd.
The bamboo pole in the old man's hand hit the ground, making a crisp sound. The sound spread out, and the packed crowd actually gave way to a road automatically, allowing the old man to pass.
"Ta-ta..."
The old man walked very slowly, as if his legs and feet were weak, but every step he took and every stroke of the bamboo pole seemed to contain a special rhythm, making people unable to help but focus on the sound of that step.
"Blind old man, you didn't expect him to come too?" Seeing the blind old man, Chu Nianjiu's lazy face gained a hint of solemnity.
"The blind old man, is he famous?" Wei Yueshan asked.
Lin Yuhuai answered: "It is very famous and powerful. The blind old man has been active in the Tianyong, Guangping and Hejian areas all year round. He is a famous killer. He recognizes money but not people. His killing methods are weird and unpredictable. Anyone who is killed has only the center of his eyebrows. It will leave a red dot, so it is called a little red, but I didn’t expect him to show up too, it’s so exciting!”
"Is it really that powerful?" Wei Yueshan muttered and looked towards the blind old man. He saw the blind old man walking to the shore. Without any pause, he walked straight into the river and continued walking forward.
The soft river water was like solid ground under the blind old man's feet, as if he were walking on flat ground.
However, when the bamboo pole in the blind old man's hand hit the water, the water waves rolled, and eighteen water swords appeared in the air and swept towards Ye Qing.
Ye Qing slapped it with great force, and the eighteen water swords were shaken into mist.
But the blind old man turned a blind eye. Well, he couldn't see it either. He continued to walk forward. With every step he took, the bamboo pole hit the water, the waves rolled, and the water sword flew past.
After eighteen water swords, there are thirty-six, after thirty-six, there are seventy-two, and after seventy-two, there are one hundred and eight.
The number of Zhou Tian, the water sword has no calculation.
"Thousand-Change Guishui Fiend, the True Scripture of Controlling Water?" Fang Xuanlang looked at the blind old man and said.
Thousand-variable Guishui Sha is a kind of Guishui Gangsha, one of the seventy-two middle-grade Gangsha, which can change in thousands of ways.
The Water Control Sutra is the unique skill of Changshan Water Control Palace. It can control water and control water with endless changes, just like the command of an arm.
"The blind old man is a disciple of Yushui Palace?"
"Hard to say."
An Runyu shook his head, his eyes serious.
On the stage, facing the endless water swords, Ye Qing's sleeves were flapped or rolled up, like hitting the flowing clouds. All the water swords were shattered by the foehn's energy before they came within three feet of him. The hot foehn wind evaporated the water droplets. , the water vapor is dense, rolling back.
But the blind old man seemed unaware and continued to stroll, tread water, and swim upstream.
When they reached the arena, the blind old man's figure suddenly sped up. He was ten feet away in the blink of an eye, and the bamboo pole in his hand stabbed Ye Qing, who was very close at hand.
The bamboo pole thrust out, as fast as lightning, extremely sharp, simple, direct, but impeccable.
The water mist was pierced by a bamboo pole, and the vast aura around Ye Qing was also pierced by the bamboo pole like tofu.
The bamboo pole pointed directly at Ye Qing's eyebrows.
There is no wind or rain and no ruthlessness, I am willing to kill immortality with one sword.
The blind old man's strongest martial arts skill is not the water sword that fills the sky, nor the water-controlling scripture, but this sword that has been tempered thousands of times.
Humans only have one life, and killing people only requires one sword.
Thousands of swords are never as good as one.
Therefore, since he started practicing martial arts and swordsmanship, he has always only practiced one sword, and he has practiced this sword to the extreme. There are no unnecessary changes, no unnecessary movements, only speed, accuracy, ruthlessness, and sharpness.
"What a quick sword, what a powerful sword. No wonder anyone killed by the blind old man will only have a red dot left between their eyebrows."
Everyone in the restaurant was horrified when they saw the blind old man's bamboo pole stabbing Ye Qing between his eyebrows.
But what frightened them even more was Ye Qing who was fighting in Luoshui. They claimed that they couldn't block the blind old man's sword. Even if they could block it, they would be seriously injured.
But Ye Qing used two fingers to clamp the bamboo pole.
The bamboo pole that pierced through the eyebrows of countless people, was as fast as the wind, and as powerful as lightning, was like a soft noodle between Ye Qing's two fingers, and it was difficult to get in.
"Snapped"
Ye Qing exerted force with both fingers, and the bamboo pole shattered, along with the thin sword inside the bamboo pole, which was as thin as a leek leaf.
The moment the thin sword shattered, the blind old man retreated quickly. As fast as he came, he would retreat as fast as he came, or even faster.
"Whoosh..."
But as soon as he retreated to the edge of the ring, he paused because there was a bloodstain between his eyebrows.
Just like the people he killed.
The funny thing is that those people were killed by his sword, and he was also killed by his own sword.
When he retreated, Ye Qing used his fingers to pop out the fragments of the broken sword, killing him.
Ridiculous and sad.
"Haha, vulnerable, trash, next one."
Ye Qing didn't even look at the blind old man's body on the stage and sneered.
There was total silence around Luoshui Lei.
"Is there no one left? A bunch of trash, they still want to kill me like this, so go ahead and eat shit!"
Ye Qing waited for a while and saw that no one had come on stage to die yet, so he turned on the quarrel mode again.
"Isn't anyone here yet? I'm so disappointed. Forget it, you guys are a bunch of rubbish. Come on together."
Ye Qing crossed his arms, raised his neck slightly, and looked at the sky at 45 degrees, with a look of disdain and aloofness.
"Arrogant!"
"Boy, you are looking for death."
"You're so crazy, how dare you underestimate me."
"How dare you underestimate the world's heroes, brothers, come together and kill this kid."
Either Ye Qing's arrogant attitude and arrogant words angered those Jianghu people, or Ye Qing's so-called joining together gave those Jianghu people an excuse to rush in, or both...
As soon as Ye Qing finished speaking, more than a dozen Jianghu people rushed forward.
"Crying boy"
"Mrs. Pear Blossom"
"The old man withered"
"Ghost Willow"
…
Chu Nianjiu looked at the Jianghu people rushing onto the stage, and his face changed slightly: "Is Wu Huan crazy?"
The names he mentioned are all well-known figures in the world of Tianyong. Each of them has reached the late stage of Lian Gang and has extraordinary means.
This is only a small part of them. Even though the others are not as good as the mourning boy and others, they are not weak either. The lowest level is the Gang Refining realm. With so many people going up together, let alone the Refining Gang warriors, even the God-washing warriors. I guess I have to avoid its edge.
What's the matter, is it you, Ye Qing, who's lost his mind, or are you just thinking that those people can't lift the knife?
Lin Yuhuai, Fang Xuanlang, An Runyu and others also looked puzzled and nervous.
"Hahaha... That's so crazy. I really thought that after killing a few losers, I would be considered invincible!" On the other side, Xue Shiwu laughed loudly and said sarcastically: "You don't overestimate your capabilities."
Wen Zailai seemed to be smiling, but there were blue veins on the hand holding the folding fan, revealing his inner uneasiness. He wanted Ye Qing to die, but only if he died in the hands of Wang Ruiri. Once Ye Qing died, In the hands of these people, Wang Luo Ri will definitely blame him.
How could this Ye Qing be so arrogant and reckless?
Some were happy and some were worried, but Ye Qing on the stage was very calm.
Opening his mouth and spitting out, thunder shot out of the sky
, the thunderous light directly killed the current person.
When the flying thunder broke through the sky, Ye Qing's figure also moved with it. He pressed his palm on the head of a man holding a long sword and used his five fingers to make the other person's head explode.
At the same time, a spear, a halberd, a hook, and a ax attacked him from all directions.
The spear is the spear of great sorrow. When the spear comes out, it screams like a strong wind, making heaven and earth cry.
The halberd is a halberd of joy. The halberd is opened and closed in a wide range, whistling and making a sound, like a person laughing in ecstasy.
The hook is the hook of farewell, the double hooks are like crescent moons, cunning, fast and cruel, the words of farewell can separate life and death;
The yue is a four-in-one and eight-way yue. The yue is open and closed in a grand and upright manner.
The four of them are the four famous brothers of sorrow, joy, separation and union in the world.
The four people, joys and sorrows, were twin brothers. They had the same mind and a tacit understanding. With one move, they blocked all Ye Qing's escape routes.
But I saw Ye Qing's figure shaking, as if from left to right, changing erratically. The Great Compassion Spear, Joy Halberd, Parting Hook, and the four-in-one yue all fell into the air.
The next moment, four phantoms appeared behind the four people at the same time. The phantoms shook, a blood mark appeared on the necks of the four people, and their heads rose into the sky.
"Haha... rubbish!"
Ye Qing flicked his scimitar with his fingers, and the scimitar chirped softly. Without looking at the four people, he took a step forward, and his figure swayed through layers of light and shadow, like a dream, like an illusion, like real or fake, moving left and right, up and down. Down, sometimes appearing behind someone, sometimes appearing on someone's head, sometimes passing by someone.
For a moment, Ye Qing's figure was everywhere in the sky. It was difficult to distinguish the true from the false and the trajectory. Wherever he passed, the light of the sword flashed, and someone died silently.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, in just a dozen breaths, the originally crowded Luoshui Lei became a little sparse, and blood flowed, dyeing Luoshui red.
"He is not alive anymore, let's all come together."
The mourning boy, Mrs. Pear Blossom, Mr. Guiliu and others, who were still proud of their status and did not participate in the siege, finally couldn't help the horror and murderous intention in their hearts and let out a low roar.
Master Gui Liu held a willow branch in his hand. As he waved the willow branch, willow trees grew on the ring.
The willow trees are light black in color, and the willow branches are covered with catkins that look like ferocious ghosts. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling are constantly heard as the willow branches dance.
Surprisingly, it is Gui Liu, a monster of resentment level.
The willow branches fluttered, winding towards Ye Qing like a life-threatening rope; after the catkins broke away from the willow branches, they turned into nothingness and flew all over the sky.
Mrs. Pear Blossom dances gracefully among the ghost willows, with her sleeves flying and pear blossoms lingering around her. Her figure is graceful, just like a fairy under the moon, captivating the soul.
"Devil Dance"
Ye Qing stroked his eyebrows with his hands, imagining the picture of Emperor Xi riding on the horseback, protecting his soul and resisting the influence of the devil's dance. People were rushing straight towards Madam Lihua.
The willow branches and catkins along the way were as brittle as dead grass and broke one after another, unable to stop him in the slightest.
The ghost willow is a grudge-level monster, but it is stronger than the catkins of the ghost willow. The catkins of the ghost willow can turn into nothingness and enter the human body silently, filling their internal organs and causing suffocation.
If you are prepared, the threat of Ghost Willow will be much reduced.
Seeing Ye Qing rushing towards her, Madam Lihua spun gently, her sleeves swirling around herself, layers of energy spread out, one after another, surrounding herself.
Ye Qing suddenly felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move forward.
"call……"
Ye Qing did not retreat, he took a deep breath, concentrated his energy and energy, and punched out, his cavalry was cutting into the formation, nothing could stop him.
"Breaking the Formation"
The layers of strength were pierced by a punch;
Also pierced was Mrs. Lihua’s body.
The strength and body are both as brittle as white paper!
