"Bring it!"
"If you promise not to kill me or cut off my right hand, I will give it to you!"
"I guarantee it!"
"I don't believe your guarantee!"
In Renhe Guest House, Lei was taken out of an animal skin engraved with dense text and patterns, which made it difficult for Qing Lingzi to maintain his previous indifference.
But Lei Qui's response made him vomit blood.
Seeing the horizontal swordsmanship within reach, Qing Lingzi held the long sword and wanted to make a quick stab, but was afraid of destroying the top-level first-class swordsmanship in this volume of swordsmanship.
He had no scruples when he killed Lei Guo before, and he never thought that the opponent would wear the horizontal sword technique on his body.
He kept changing positions while holding the sword, but the thunder was blocked by the hide, almost completely blocking all directions from which he could avoid damaging the hide and kill the opponent.
This is indeed a swordsman who is very good at defense.
Even if Lei Bei's current state has never entered the magical realm, it would be difficult for the other party to be picky about his swordsmanship.
Horizontal swordsmanship is not invincible in the world, but horizontal swordsmanship is enough to restrain more than 90% of similar opponents.
Qing Lingzi could feel that the Snow Mountain Sword Sect's swordsmanship was almost completely defeated.
Whenever the opponent uses swords, spears, or spells, Qing Lingzi will not feel fear or greed.
This was the only sword he couldn't spare.
"How can you trust me?" Qing Lingzi gritted his teeth.
"Go to the king and swear not to kill me or cut off my right hand," Lei was called.
"Change my request." Qing Lingzi frowned and said, "I can acquiesce that the pursuit is ineffective, but if you ask me to make such an oath in front of the king, I will definitely be looked down upon by everyone."
"Then you go kill Tianjiu," Lei Bei said.
"I can't beat him!"
Qing Lingzi took a deep breath and felt that Lei was completely embarrassed by such a request.
He stepped on straw sandals and moved slowly in the guest house, looking for any possible angle from which to draw his sword.
"You stepped on my foot!"
Qing Lingzi shuddered in her heart until a leg was stretched across in front of him.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the blocker.
If in other areas, people would be chased during the day or reported, or enthusiastic knights would come to help, but this is Shouchun City.
As long as he wears the clothes of Huainan Palace's top guest and holds the corresponding token, he is the law enforcer of Huainan Palace.
There are many people who don't know the rules, but those who don't know the rules also die.
In the area controlled by Huainan King, when encountering people like him enforcing the law, not only the store clerks dare not say anything, but also the people eating in the lobby will stay away when they see him.
Qing Lingzi looked at the thigh, then looked up the thigh toward the other person's face.
"What do you want?" Qing Lingzi frowned.
"I need to apologize!"
"What gift do you want?"
"Horizontal sword technique!"
The short conversation also had an undisguised purpose.
Jinchang had a bewildered smile on his face, which made Qing Lingzi blink his eyelids.
He was afraid of damaging Heng Jian Shu's hide, but he wasn't afraid of cutting off a leg.
"Brother, we jointly contributed Hengjian Shu to Wenying Pavilion. Then wouldn't it be great for you to enter and watch with the authority of a first-class guest?"
He was about to grab the sword and cut it down when a middle-aged man wearing the hexagram robe of Mr. Accountant spoke up and suggested.
"Who do you think you are, dare to point fingers at me?"
Qing Lingzi glanced and the sword in his hand slipped.
The feeling of hitting the air came to him. He looked at Jinchang who appeared on a table a few meters away and felt that he had bumped into a difficult opponent today.
"It's not good to fight and kill. I'm just making a suggestion that is acceptable to both of us." Dong Zhongshu approached.
"What do you mean, I haven't agreed yet," Lei was shouted: "Which one of you can guarantee that this lunatic will not kill me or cut off my right hand?"
"You have to rely on yourself," Dong Zhongshu said, "We can only help you keep this hide first!"
"Qing Lingzi, don't say you want to monopolize Hengjian Shu, you have to know that there is Tianjiu on top of you." Jinchang interrupted: "Maybe if you take Hengjian Shu and go home, Tianjiu will be waiting for you at your home! "
"What Qing is doing...damn it, you actually gave him a sword!"
Jinchang interrupted, Dong Zhongshu stepped forward, and the animal skin coat blocked him. When Qing Lingzi turned his angle, his eyes had already caught a sword that did not belong to Lei Quiet.
Thunder quilts with swords and thunder quilts without swords are two different concepts.
He touched the blood stain on his face. The confidence that he was in control of the pursuit had faded away, and his face turned solemn.
As soon as the long sword was handed over, Qing Lingzi had already swept the sword towards Dong Zhongshu who was holding the sword.
But the sound of 'ding-dong-dang' sounded quickly.
I don't know what Dong Zhongshu and Lei Bei said. The animal skin got into Dong Zhongshu's hand, and Lei Bei held his sword to completely block his attack.
"Bah!"
Qing Lingzi shouted loudly, and the long sword flipped over in his hand, and the blade rotated continuously.
For Qing Lingzi, wrapping the thunder quilt's sword with a long sword, and then knocking away the opponent's sword, or breaking the opponent's sword, are one of the few ways he can deal with horizontal swordsmanship at the moment.
When he scolded, the power of his energy and blood bloomed at the same time.
The absolute gap brought about by the realm made Lei Cai slightly startled.
Although martial arts practitioners are far inferior to those who practice martial arts in terms of realm coercion, in close combat, the opportunities brought by this kind of intimidation are completely sufficient.
The sword blades intersected, with harsh collisions and sparks flying. Qing Lingzi felt a great sense of crisis in his heart when he interrupted Lei with the long sword in his hand.
Only when his energy and blood were being charged in all directions did he discover several thin transparent threads under his feet.
Unknowingly, his legs were so numb that he could not move, making it difficult for him to coordinate his body's free sword release.
"Sword Qi Slash!"
Qing Lingzi's heart tightened as the sound of Lei Meng breaking off his sword and shouting came.
In the air, transparent wind waves passed by.
This storm was so fast that Qing Lingzi could feel it coming in the blink of an eye.
He had just raised the sword, and the harsh collision sound almost made his right hand holding the sword numb.
"It's the top level of wind blade technique!"
A thought came to Qing Lingzi's mind.
But there was more of a huge sense of crisis in his heart.
He obviously made a mistake.
In this short period of time, he encountered two flanking attacks from opponents of the same level.
Qing Lingzi even guessed the identity of one of them in an instant.
"Jin..."
When he shouted Jinchang's identity, his numb right hand forcibly held the sword and danced wildly.
The sound of continuous collisions came, and Qing Lingzi saw Lei being shot by the broken sword in his hand.
Just as he turned his head to avoid the broken sword, a huge numbness of pain surged out of his chest.
In his chest, the previously broken sword blades had all been inserted, and he didn't even see when the sword blades flew towards him.
"If you die, you can guarantee that you won't kill me or chop off my right hand!"
Lei was glanced at Qing Lingzi, whose heart was broken, and then he looked back at his right foot, which was stained with blood as a result of kicking the sword.
When the huge pain from his toes to his heart surged into his heart, he couldn't help but call for help.
"Congratulations, you are now the second guest of Huainan Palace!"
Dong Zhongshu put away the animal skin and suppressed the flush on his face several times before he managed to suppress it.
His eyes glanced at the thin threads that quickly shrank behind Qing Lingzi's legs and feet. Dong Zhongshu had already guessed Jinchang's true identity.
"The wind blade technique that made Qing Lingzi's hands numb?"
Sitting at the dining table and retracting the puppet's silk thread, Jinchang's face turned slightly green.
If he guessed correctly, Dong Zhongshu, who had spied on him in Lingnan in the past, was here.
In the Han Dynasty, there were not many people who could use the wind blade technique, and those who could use it with more power than swords were even rarer.
But compared to the rumors from some Confucian students, the Dong Zhongshu in front of him seemed to be much more powerful.
His feet were restrained by him, and his hands were restrained by Dong Zhongshu. Qing Lingzi died neatly under the combined blow.
(End of chapter)
