334 The Old Man
"As expected, it's you, you're actually... so good..."
Aji's spirit was shaken, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out his Xie family's magic sword. He just stretched out his hand to touch it, but he didn't want to touch it, and he froze in place.
Su Qing chuckled.
"But I forgot that Xie Xiaofeng in Jianghu is dead, but there is a useless Aji in the world. Do you think you can beat me now?"
But who is this Aji?
It was none other than the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, the sword god Xie Xiaofeng.
In the final analysis, this change is because he was tired of the disputes in the world, so he faked his death and hid in the world, turning into this useless Aji. However, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, so where can he hide.
Su Qing hit the mark, and Xie Xiaofeng's fingers trembled, and his expression immediately changed. He seemed to have lost all energy and spirit in an instant, and returned to his previous cowardly look.
If a swordsman's hands tremble, it is fatal. Su Qing shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you don't have the sword now, but that you can no longer hold the sword. However, since you have the intention to fight me, it means that you will fight me."
If you want to pick up the sword again, I'll wait for you!"
Aji's eyes changed.
"I won't look for you again!"
Su Qing said disapprovingly: "You can't say for sure. You can't do whatever you want in this world. If everything goes as people want, there won't be so many fightings. Moreover,
This world is not
A woman has the final say. For your sake, I can leave her intact body. Murong Qiudi, with that woman's thoughts, I think she should have almost guessed my identity. She is probably thinking about it.
How to deal with me!"
"you……"
Xie Xiaofeng frowned and was about to say something else, but the figure in front of him flickered and walked away with a chuckle.
"Don't leave!"
Seeing this, Xie Xiaofeng shouted loudly. He didn't have a sword in his hand, but there was a sword in his hand. He used his fingers as a sword.
The invisible big hands spread to both sides, breaking through the fog and waves of the long street for more than ten feet. The flesh-and-blood fingers were like bright sword lights bursting out, shocking people's hearts and moving their souls.
It's Xie Xiaofeng after all.
Su Qing narrowed her eyes, seemingly surprised.
"Okay, I haven't seen you in decades, but I don't expect you to have advanced so far. With just one sword, you can return to your true nature!"
His figure didn't move, his hands didn't move, and his feet didn't move, but his whole body was like a light feather in the morning wind, drifting away like a flying fairy.
When Xie Xiaofeng was weak, he was already invincible in the world, fighting against the leader of the Demon Cult. Now, for decades, it is not easy. A swordsman, especially a swordsman who loves swords as much as his life, it is easy to hold a sword, but not easy to put it down. Think about it
It is even more difficult to put it down and pick it up again, even harder than climbing to the sky. It is just like having a sword in your hand, not having a sword in your hand, or even having no sword in your heart. This is a state.
Even Yan Shisan was like this. When they picked up the sword again, they were afraid that their state of mind in swordsmanship would have turned upside down and they would become gods and demons.
A sword was extended, and Xie Xiaofeng stepped forward again. The sword pointed at the sky like wind and thunder, and the mist roared, and the sound was terrifying.
"But it's not even close!"
Su Qing's feet suddenly sank, and he raised his hands, and the mist in front of him suddenly surrounded him like a dreamy bubble.
"Puff, puff, puff -"
But seeing that all the sword energy that Xie Xiaofeng had urged had fallen down, but hitting the mist caused ripples, which immediately dissipated invisible, making it difficult to move forward.
Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were solemn, and he flew in, but as soon as the fog dispersed, there was no one behind the fog, and only laughter fell: "Next time I have a drink, the smell of urine on your body is really not good, so next time it will be...
If you come to see me like this, I will throw you into the river!"
After listening, Xie Xiaofeng looked at his sword finger, frowned, and just murmured: "Su Qing!"
Immediately turned around and left.
But not long after he left, a puff of green smoke suddenly seemed to squeeze out of the mist. He landed on the ground and turned around. It was Su Qing. It turned out that he had not left.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a powerful sword spirit. I didn't expect that after so many years, Xie Xiaofeng could reach such an extent. It seems that people who focus on swordsmanship are really special. Unlike me, I know all kinds of skills. In this way, I
I would rather see what level he will reach after holding the sword again!"
"What do you think?"
He looked thoughtfully at the direction Xie Xiaofeng left, and then said something strange and inexplicable. To be more precise, he should have asked something.
The words were spoken not long after.
On the deserted street, a strange sound suddenly sounded. It was very strange, as if it came out of thin air. It seemed like the friction of gold and stone, like the collision of earth and wood. It made a clicking sound, but it seemed like a mechanism was moving.
Then, a person suddenly walked out of a room, a woman wearing a blue skirt. She stood not far away and looked at her with complicated eyes. She said: "Of course, his reputation as a swordsman is not so easy."
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The clicking sound came from another person beside her. Su Qing only glanced at it, and the smile disappeared from her face.
The man next to the woman is tall and thin, with a clear face. He is a man in his thirties. However, what is surprising is that most of this man's body is made of organs instead of flesh and blood, and his eyes are gray.
An is no longer a living person. With just one movement, bursts of machine sounds appear all over his body.
This turned out to be a dead person transformed by machine magic.
Then he saw the woman bowing slowly, and said sadly with mixed emotions: "Ye'er and his master are here to pay homage to Mr. We haven't seen him for many years. I don't think Mr. is still as charming as we are, but we are both old!"
Su Qing took a deep breath.
The two people in front of me turned out to be Peacock and Yeer from back then.
His eyes fell on the peacock.
Ye'er said sadly: "The master has been dead for many years. Before his death, he used organ skills to replace all the muscles and collaterals in his body. Although he is dead, he is no different from ordinary people and can be pulled by Qi!"
Su Qing was silent for a moment, then looked at the white hair on the woman's forehead, suddenly took off her mask, showed her face and said with a smile: "You are not old, how can you age? You are still as beautiful as before!"
He smiled like a cynical lothario.
Looking at the unchanged face in front of him, Ye'er was shocked, but not afraid. He just wondered: "Sir, you have extraordinary magical skills. Could it be that you have been blessed with immortality?"
Su Qing did not answer, but whispered: "Give me your hand!"
Only in Ye'er's doubts, Su Qing had already held her hand, and a vigorous internal force poured into her body instantly. Only the white hair on Ye'er's head was visible, but in just a few breaths,
He turned black again, as if he was twenty or thirty years younger.
Looking again, the old woman in front of me has transformed into a graceful and graceful woman.
Ye'er looked at the black hair draped over her shoulders, and tears suddenly filled her eyes for some unknown reason. She asked, "Sir, are you going to do the Qinglong thing again?"
Su Qing sighed sadly.
"Is that okay?"
Yeer, however, knelt down with a plop.
In all directions of the long street, figures were pouring out, with wild eyes.
"We have been waiting for a long time, and we also invite the dragon head to reappear in the world."
Su Qing's eyes were dark and she flicked her sleeves.
Chapter completed!