There was a layer of morning mist between heaven and earth, hazy and erratic.

The long sword in Su Qing's hand was spinning randomly between his fingers.

Miao Shaotian still screamed in agony, like a thrown top, he fell hard to the ground, and rolled out as far as he could. Most of his ribs were broken. There was a sound of cracking bones, and there was blood in his mouth. Coughing out, presumably the internal organs have also been severely damaged.

He fell to the ground, holding two golden rings tightly in his hands. He tried to stand up, but fell down in pain. His face was distorted whether from pain or anger, and there was blood on his face. He became even more ferocious, with his muscles stretched out, and his flaming eyes bulged out. He was full of surprise, and he also had the anger that he realized clearly. He gritted his teeth and roared: "White Horse Zhang San, you, you don't deserve to die!" "

It turned out that the person who suddenly made a secret move was Zhang San, a white horse on the same boat with them.

The sudden change made Zhao Yidao and Zhu Dashao temporarily confused and in a dilemma.

The white horse Zhang San said coldly: "Don't blame me. A good bird chooses the right wood to rest. Besides, isn't that what humans are like? As long as I can live, others will die. As long as I can It doesn’t matter if I live on, if it were you, you would probably kill me too!”

In full view of everyone, he had already walked to Su Qing's side.

"You have always wanted to kill me, but I am not like you, giving you a way to survive. Whoever kills that woman first, I will spare his life!" Su Qing smiled and stretched out his hand, pointing towards Bai Yu quietly. Yuan Zixia escaped from Beijing.

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise and I will never break it!"

"Hmph, why do you want us to believe you?"

Young Master Zhu could no longer laugh at this moment, his round face was tense, his small eyes were wide open, showing nervousness and vigilance, and there was a light mustache on his upper lip.

Then, his body, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, seemed to have lost all weight. He was light and nimble, and with a slight step, he flew up, turned around and rushed towards Yuan Zixia.

Zhao Yidao also acted in the same way at the same time.

Not only that, he also struck out with a knife, decisively and without delay, and struck Young Master Zhu directly in the back.

The two people exchanged hands in the air. The two people who had been facing the enemy side by side just now turned against each other.

Bai Yujing's face was pale, with a sneer on his lips, but his eyes couldn't help showing sadness. What he was sad about was not these people, but the greed and desire of the world.

Su Qing was very calm, holding the sword and walking towards Bai Yujing.

"They are so pathetic!"

He sat next to Bai Yujing, looked at the two people who were fighting each other over who could kill Yuan Zixia first, and said something.

Bai Yujing glanced at him and said coldly: "They have no choice!"

Su Qing didn't seem to hear the ridicule, and said softly: "Actually, if they can unlock your acupuncture points first, they might still be alive. At least you still have a chance of winning!"

"It's a pity that they don't have it. What they want is a picture of a peacock!"

Bai Yujing closed his eyes, and the sneer in his eyes turned into a kind of desolation.

"Man himself is a selfish existence!"

Su Qing nodded.

"Yes, human nature is the most difficult thing to face directly, and I have begun to like to challenge human nature!"

He suddenly sighed softly.

"Who do you think will stay among the three of them? Who among us will stay until the end?"

Bai Yujing said: "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there is. If the former survivor is a woman, then I'm afraid we both have to be careful. If it's not her, then there will be a battle between us!"

Su Qing looked at Yuan Zixia on the other side, smiling gently, but her voice was very low, so low that only Bai Yujing could hear it.

He didn't seem to understand what it meant, and was stunned for a moment, but only for a moment, bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Zixia, staring at her without blinking.

"Who are you?"

His voice suddenly became very low, so low that only Su Qing could hear it.

"Well, just think of me as a passer-by!"

Being looked at by two grown men like this, any woman would be a little shy, but Yuan Zixia felt at a loss, like a restless rabbit, holding a roll of plain paper in her trembling hand, waiting for her

destiny.

Su Qing suddenly laughed and said: "No need to fight, just kill that woman and you can leave!"

The two people who were working desperately looked at each other and without saying a word, they all attacked Yuan Zixia. They were indifferent to the "Peacock Picture" and their lives were almost gone. Who would care about the Laoshizi drawing.

"ah!"

Exclaiming in surprise, Yuan Zixia was about to cry and looked over heartbrokenly. Her beautiful face was now pale and sad, pitiful and heart-wrenching. She didn't know whether she was looking at Bai Yujing or Su Qing.

But at this moment, Bai Yujing suddenly stood up. Su Qing smiled and drew his sword.

In the past, he only used soft swords, but today he uses this hard-ridged sword, the Changsheng Sword, the Zhao Dan Sword, a white rainbow and a green rainbow, like two pythons entangled and biting each other, already fighting together.

It turned out that Bai Yujing had secretly opened his acupuncture points at some point, and his face was extremely pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His expression was not cold, but he looked with pity and heartache at the woman who was about to die under the knife's palm.

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It seemed like he only wanted to save people and nothing else.

It was at this time.

Just when Zhao Yidao's knife was about to cut Yuan Zixia's chest, Master Zhu's hand was about to slap her heart.

Seeing Bai Yujing being entangled by Su Qing, with no way to retreat and no way to hide, Yuan Zixia suddenly sighed, a sigh that was plain, cold, and contained murderous intent.

She said: "Men are indeed unreliable!"

After saying this, Yuan Zixia smiled, her smile was extremely sweet, her red lips were lightly biting, her teeth were slightly exposed, and her bright eyes were shining, making people's hearts beat, just like her knife.

Her smile can already make people lose their souls, and her knife can even make people lose their souls.

She didn't have a knife in her hand, but she used Zhao Yida's steel knife.

Seeing that the knife was about to pierce Yuan Zixia's chest, this woman who had been motionless finally changed.

The purple-sleeved Luo Shang and the satin-like black hair seemed to be lifted up by a strong wind, like a storm. Young Master Zhu and Zhao Yidao, who were about to succeed, had a ferocious smile on their face, but it turned into shock, and then

They were so horrified that their souls were dying, and their hearts were trembling with fear.

The person in front of Zhao Yidao suddenly disappeared. There was only a smear of purple that covered the sky and the earth. It was the brushed sleeve, blocking his sight and blocking the light of his sword.

Suddenly he felt numbness in Taiyuan point, and he saw that his knife had been taken away by a slender jade hand. The sharp light of the knife was like a light shadow in the lake, and like a light dream in the afternoon. He cut back and slashed sharply.

It passed their necks.

A shocking sword.

The two heads, with expressions of disbelief, were thrown up high, and then rolled to the ground with blood splashing out.

The headless body fell down like a kite with its string broken.

Miao Shaotian, who had been moaning in pain, suddenly fell silent. He crawled on the ground, his flaming eyes almost falling from his slightly sunken eye sockets. His throat seemed to be stuck with a stone, staring at the sudden big hair.

Shenwei, a woman who killed two masters of the world with one knife, let out a strange hiss: "Ah~"

White Horse Zhang San was also dumbfounded, bewildered, and dumbfounded.

No matter how they thought about it, they never doubted that this woman of heavenly beauty, who used her body to deceive gods and ghosts, actually possesses such terrifying, no, terrifying sword skills.

As if he understood something, Baima Zhang felt cold all over his body. He suddenly felt that he, the corpses here, and the half-dead Miao Shaotian had all fallen into an extremely complex, extremely clever, and extremely terrifying trap.

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But what makes him even more desperate is that even now, he still understands how he fell in, just like a group of fools, running around in this trap.

He looked at the woman holding the knife with an extremely strange and incredible look, and then asked still uncertainly:

"Are you the boss of Qinglong?"
Chapter completed!