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Su Qing sits high on the Buddha's head.

He said that he would abandon his weapons. Some people who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make a name for themselves and join in the fun immediately took off their swords and weapons and huddled in a corner fearfully, fearing that they would be killed and die without a burial place.

He said kill.

The masters of the Qinglong Congregation roared loudly, turned into phantoms, and went straight to choose their opponents. Among them were many of their enemies. Their enemies could influence their whole bodies at this moment, and they were fighting everywhere on Longmen Mountain.

"Su Qing, suffer death!"

"Come and accept your fate!"

"Come die!"

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Urgent shouts broke out everywhere, and amid the flash of swords and shadows, several masters from several factions suddenly formed a formation and surrounded him.

Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief and wondered softly: "I really don't understand why you always like to shout twice before taking action? Could it be that the louder the shouting, the higher the skill level will be?"

"Longmen? It's such a familiar yet strange place!"

The hooking movement of his fingertips changed, and he flicked his right hand lightly on the string. With a clang, an astonishing force shot out of the string in an instant, like drawing a bow to shoot at the moon, and then disappeared into a person's body.

"boom!"

Among the masters of several sects, none of them screamed, but the muscles on his face were exposed, and wisps of energy exploded under the skin and scattered like earthworms, and then exploded in the air.

The few remaining people had stern expressions on their faces, but they were already changing their offensives, moving around and spreading out, hoping that Su Qing would lose sight of one thing and lose control of the other. The sword light stabbed his left arm, the sword light split his right arm, and then

Someone used a grappling technique to fall down, trying to grab his shoulders. Hidden weapons were attacking him secretly, using palm techniques to attack his back. At a glance, there were figures everywhere, and there were murderous intentions in every direction.

In such a dangerous situation with no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, anyone would break out in a cold sweat, wondering whether they would die or not.

What about Su Qing? He just sat on the Buddha's head, his eyes slightly lowered, pointing to stir up waves, and looking at the flowing clouds quietly. There was noisy and noisy on the mountain, and screams and killings were everywhere, but when he came here, everything

But it is quiet, as quiet as not to be disturbed by dust, and extremely beautiful.

In a kind of indescribable calmness and ease, Su Qing's right hand turned like a flower, and the index finger and middle finger clasped the string, like shooting a bow, and immediately saw a curved blade-like stream of light fly out, and the hidden weapon in front of him flew out.

They were all knocked down, and the remaining force was not reduced. He slashed through one person's neck and fell to the ground, leaving a thin slash mark.

He had just finished plucking the strings with one hand, then pressed the body of the piano with the fingers of the other hand wide open, and also fell on the strings. It was not as light and gentle as his right hand, but hard and domineering, as if he wanted to pull all the strings apart.

It's the same as breaking, simple and direct. Each of the five fingers picks up a piano wire. Without thinking, it's the same as shooting an arrow with a bow. It only pulls the string away from the body of the piano and stretches it back a distance of two feet. The string stabs.

It makes a loud noise, but it's not harsh.

Su Qing clasped his five fingers but didn't pull them loose, as if he was gathering momentum and strength. At this moment, the several people who were attacking him were following Su Qing's dragging force, and they were standing three meters in front of him.

The ruler is like falling into a quagmire. No matter how hard it is for the sword to advance, no matter how hard it is for fists or feet, it seems to be blocked by an invisible barrier and stuck in the air.

Qi flows throughout the body.

Su Qing's headband suddenly broke off behind her back, causing her black hair to fly and her green clothes to stir. Those people felt as if a strong wind was blowing against their faces, their hair was all blown back, and their facial muscles twisted like muscles blown by a strong wind.

He rushed violently, and the clothes of several people started to flutter.

There are only eight strings on the piano. Five strings have been moved and three are left. Su Qing looked calm and stretched out his right hand again to pluck again. This time, he plucked the end of the string, like picking flowers and pulling out silk, and he pinched it with his fingers.

, the three strings were broken. To be more precise, it was more like he had taken them off the piano. He raised his arms and raised his hands, and the three strings stretched out quickly, like fluttering ribbons, flying from the Buddha's head with a buzzing sound.

Down, flew in three directions, and was in the middle of a fight without entering the arena.

A horrifying scene suddenly appeared. The strings were like willow filaments, swaying in the wind, but they were also like snakes twisting and changing in the field, quickly passing through it, like piercing a candied haws. The strings were like soft swords, sinking into one person and another.

Inside a person's body, there is an unparalleled sharpness, leaving only blood holes like needle holes, and they fall one after another, so weird and evil.

Even though he was trapped in a tight siege, Su Qing was still able to distract him and pay attention to the situation on the court.

"What a vicious villain!"

I saw numerous casualties among my disciples.

Some of the people who were fighting with him were so angry that their eyes were split open.

Su Qing said nothing. He only shook his right hand, and the three strings were quickly withdrawn.

A man with sharp eyes and quick hands stretched out his hand to grab it. He just thought that the strings were an easy thing, but before his fingers could grasp them tightly, with a scream, half of his hand fell to the ground.

"Respecting the evil martial arts, Hu also comes to learn and learn from me!"

Suddenly a deep voice was heard, and among the people watching the battle, a sloppy man with a bamboo stick and a gourd tied around his waist, who looked like a beggar, suddenly jumped out. The bamboo stick in this man's hand shook, and a section of the stick immediately slipped out

The cold light of the snow turned out to be a thin sword.

When the sword flower was rolled up, it was an unparalleled and exquisite sword technique. The sword turned prosperous, and the sky was filled with sword shadows. The white light on the tip of the sword puffed out, and it almost skyrocketed by more than several feet, causing many people to scream in surprise.

Su Qing's eyes, which had been slightly lowered, finally lifted up, looking at the sword, and then at the man, looking at the other person's attire and his superb swordsmanship.

He heard this person calling himself again.

"Hu? Could it be that one!"

"Hu Bugui?"

Su Qing's eyes flashed, and he flicked his sleeves. The three twisting and swinging strings instantly stretched straight, like a long sword stabbing, directly hitting this superb swordsman. He actually used the strings to carry the sword.

I saw some people taking action, but others couldn't hold back.

"I'm also here to learn your master's tricks!"

A handsome and burly man carrying a silver halberd eight feet in hand and dressed in brocade clothes, with a cold face and deep eyes, suddenly light flashed in his eyes. With a move of his feet, he flew down from a cliff and jumped up and down like a rabbit and a falcon.

The ordinary movement technique of a swallow flying three times into the water was actually used to reach its peak. Two or three people were able to dodge and cover a distance of ten or twenty feet.

"Ah, Mr. Lu Feng, Lord Wen of Silver Halberd?"

Someone else in the crowd exclaimed.

Before he reached Su Qing, the man shook the halberd in his hand, rounded it, swept it in the air, and hit it hard on a statue of Bodhisattva. The stone statue, which weighed nearly a thousand kilograms, suddenly burst through the air with a "bang" sound.

Su Qing was hit in the chest, and the wind whimpered, making people feel numb.

"trouble!"

Su Qing squinted her eyes and muttered to herself.

With a hook of the index finger of his right hand, one of the three strings suddenly flew back, circling around him like a dragon. Blood droplets flew in the air, and the stagnant people around them seemed to be deflated. Between their eyebrows, throat, and chest,

His waist and abdomen were all penetrated by strings.

Su Qing's left hand, which had remained unchanged, suddenly relaxed at this moment.

The five strings vibrated back immediately.

Those people flew past and fell to the ground, each with a stiff expression and a strange look on their face. They opened their mouths and were about to speak, but in the next moment, their throats were blocked, and they seemed to have been hit by thunder and fire, and their bodies exploded and shattered on the spot.

All these changes may seem long-lasting, but in reality they are nothing more than a brief change in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Hu Bugui's exquisite swordsmanship, Su Qing lifted his fingers again, and the remaining two strings flew back. However, when he retracted them, they had already cut through the Bodhisattva statue silently, and the Buddha statue was immediately divided.

Come on, fall to the ground one by one.

He twisted the silk between his fingers and only touched the end of the piano. The three strings were immediately tied back together, as if they had never been broken.

"good!"

With a loud shout, another person appeared in front of Su Qing. He raised his halberd high, and the body of the halberd was curved like an arc moon, and hit Su Qing head-on. Hu Bugui followed closely behind him, his sword shining brightly.

"Zhengzheng~"

There were two more piano sounds.

The two people in front of them both had stern expressions on their faces. They chopped their halberds and slashed their swords, and they actually knocked the energy from the strings into the air.

"It's not Tianmoqin after all!"

Su Qing sighed and whispered.

"Well, I'll come too!"

Another person escaped.

He was a man in black clothes, black robe, black shoes and black socks, with no trace of white on his body. He was also a swordsman, with a long black sheath sword slung across his back.

As soon as he walked out, the iron sword in the sheath screamed for no reason and unsheathed on its own.

This person is tall and burly, with a broad back and broad shoulders. He looks very upright, full of vigorous and vigorous strength, and unrestrained and unrestrained.

There was an indescribable gray color on his face, which showed no trace of emotion or anger. His eyebrows were slanted, his eyes were stern, implying overwhelming arrogance, and there were a few sparse mustaches under his chin.

There is only one swordsman in the world who can have such a attire and such a formidable edge.

"Songyang Iron Sword!"

In fact, many people don't know that the four characters "Songyang Iron Sword" represent not just one person, but a family, a very hidden martial arts family, the Songyang Guo family.

Throughout the ages, only the most outstanding swordsmen in the family, the best, can bear this name, travel the world on behalf of the family, and gain such great prestige.

You must know that in the world, the rise of a top master usually does not happen alone. If nothing happens to them, they will be accompanied by the birth of a force. For example, the Sun family of the old man Tianji, Shangguan Jinhong's money gang, the Xie family, etc.

The Guo family, even the Li family of Xiao Li Feidao, all have a background and a foundation; even if Li Xunhuan hands over his ancestral property and family property, he is destined to be a person with just four words: Xiao Li Feidao
To be continued...