"Big brother!"
"Big brother, what's wrong with you" The gods and wind guards hurriedly ran in front of the bald man and shouted.
"Ahem, my internal organs have been shattered, it's no longer good, brother" The bald man said the last words of his life with a dark look in his eyes.
All the gods and windguards were stunned, decades of brotherhood together, floating in front of them, that year under the peach blossoms together, making a wish to live and die together, at this moment life disappeared and turned into nothingness.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Suddenly, a kamikaze guard turned his head and rushed towards Wen Qingye, the long sword in his hand directly unsheathed, with a touch of killing intent.
"Boom!"
Wen Qingye hurriedly blocked this cold killing machine with his sword, and his body took four or five steps back again.
"Let's go together to avenge the big brother" "Kill!"
A surge of killing intent erupted, and the remaining seventeen kamikaze guards had firmly surrounded Wen Qingye at this time.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Lu Fangliang's shot pierced through the entire air and was directly inserted into the kamikaze auction hall, and several wooden stakes were instantly broken in the attic of the kamikaze auction hall.
A huge pit appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the noise in the kamikaze auction hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone suddenly heard the sound of fighting and gold and iron, and through the mouth of the cave, everyone saw a tragic scene.
"This is this" Everyone is a little puzzled, what the hell is going on?
Could it really be that someone would dare to take the risk of snatching the things of this kamikaze chamber of commerce?
Fengcheng, Zhangfu.
Zhang Xiaoyun and Spruce sat opposite each other, with a chessboard in front of them.
Spruce looked at Zhang Xiaoyun, who was a little distracted, waved his hand in front of her eyes, and said, "Sister Xiaoyun, it's your turn."
"Oh, oh, okay, I'll go now" Zhang Xiaoyun came back to his senses and hurriedly said.
Spruce asked a little strangely, "Sister Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you?"
Got something on your mind?
” Zhang Xiaoyun lowered his head, looked at the tea in his hand, and muttered: "I don't know if I feel my heart beating so fast, so fast."
The little spruce touched his little head, looking very strange.
"Otherwise, let's not go down, Sister Xiaoyun, go and rest."
Zhang Xiaoyun shook his head, his heart became more and more panicked, and his hands couldn't help but tremble a little.
Is it a husband?
The more Zhang Xiaoyun thought about it, the more chaotic his heart became, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Several sword shadows flashed, and the brilliance was cold.
Wen Qingye looked at the several sword wounds on his body, the blood stained his clothes through, Wen Qingye couldn't help but stick a sword on the ground, and laughed, "Ahem, your swordsmanship is not at home!"
” Fifteen kamikaze guards looked at Wen Qingye with a shocking hatred in their eyes, seventeen people surrounded him, and in the end, he killed two of them, this person's swordsmanship is too superb.
"Wow!"
Lu Fangliang spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Yu Yang with his eyes, leaned on Wen Qingye's side and raised his sword eyebrows, and said with a wry smile: "This time I made a mistake, I didn't expect this Yu Yang's strength to be superb, even an ordinary master of God Refining Triple Heaven is not his opponent."
"I'm afraid I'm going to die this time, but I'm going to bother you" Yu Yang sneered beside him: "Don't worry, I won't let you two die easily" Wen Qingye tore off his shirt, wrapped the wound on his arm, then took a pill, and threw the pill to Lu Fangliang, Wen Qingye shook his head indifferently and said, "No, I won't die" "How?"
Lu Fangliang swallowed the pill directly and asked in a low voice.
"I'm still worried!"
After Wen Qingye finished speaking, the sword in his hand was pulled up suddenly, and he rushed towards the kamikaze guard with a butterfly step.
"Kill --!"
Even though the fifteen kamikaze guards knew that Wen Qingye's swordsmanship was superb, none of them retreated, and everyone shouted loudly and rushed over at the same time.
"Silver Moon is Immortal!"
Wen Qingye's sword is like a baptism of moonlight, light and agile, a sword is attached to his body, one step turns, a sword is stabbed, and he wanders among the gods and wind guards.
"Boom, boom!"
The sparks between the pieces of gold and iron floated up, and in the shadow of the sword light, the cold light flashed continuously, and the sword was already dyed red.
"Who is this young man?
What a clever swordsmanship?
” "Someone really dared to ransack this kamikaze auction house?"
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"These two young people are terrible, and the future is terrifying."
"The first form of the Four Elephant Sword Technique!
Fire Bear!
” Wen Qingye strode horizontally, the sword in his hand with a scorching red light, like a boiling flame, and then suddenly drew a circle, and a sword qi spread out in all directions like a blazing fire.
The surrounding temperature rose suddenly, and the kamikaze guards hurriedly set up their swords, and countless sword qi and sword qi flew in the air, as if they were engraved into the most beautiful fireworks.
"Bang bang bang!"
Wen Qingye's body shook, and he took four or five steps back, but at this moment, Wen Qingye's steps turned sharply, and the sword in his hand was clenched, and he quickly stabbed towards one of the nearest kamikaze guards.
"The breeze is chasing the moon!"
Wen Qingye's body floated up quickly, like a breeze, and the sword in his hand was like the cold moonlight at night, with a bleak killing intent.
"Thirteen be careful!"
"Be careful!"
"Poof!"
The sword entered his chest, and that kamikaze guard never thought that Wen Qingye's footwork was so fast, and whether it was experience, the swordsmanship was extremely sophisticated.
"Ah~!"
That kamikaze guard knew that he couldn't live anymore, and he used all his strength to slash at Wen Qingye with the knife in his palm, even if the sword was stirring in his chest, he didn't care, he only had one thought left at this time, which was to kill the person in front of him.
"Tear up!"
After all, that kamikaze guard was a cultivator of the Divine Refining Heaven, and before he died, he exploded all his potential, and the speed was extremely fast, although Wen Qingye quickly pulled out a sword to dodge, but he was still cut in the waist by a knife.
Wen Qingye retreated three feet away, and a large area of blood began to flow from his waist.
"Plop!"
The body of the kamikaze fell.
"Old Thirteen!"
"Brother Thirteen!"
The gods and wind guards couldn't help but shout angrily when they saw it, and then turned their heads to look at Wen Qingye, Wen Qingye knew that the grudge between them was already endless.
Sometimes, no one is wrong, but someone wants to die.
The rest of the kamikaze guards began to be extra cautious, with hatred and caution in their eyes.
"Four Elephant Sword Technique Second Style!
Burning the sky!
” The sword in Wen Qingye's hand seemed to be surrounded by a flame, and the blazing light shone brightly, shining on everyone's eyes, and the sword body trembled, as if it was carrying the wrath of a spark to burn the sky.
"Break it for me!"
Wen Qingye's arm slashed over, and the air seemed to be scorched by Wen Qingye's sword, with a crackling sound.
"Let's join forces to break his swordsmanship!"
All the gods and wind guards have been fighting and living for many years, cooperating with each other tacitly, each performing their own tricks, and their vitality is rolling towards Wen Qingye's swordsmanship.
In the blink of an eye, Wen Qingye's Four Elephant Sword Technique Second Form turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.
A fierce light appeared in Wen Qingye's eyes, many wounds continued to crack, and blood stained his white shirt, but Wen Qingye didn't seem to notice it, and his footsteps quickly rushed towards the kamikaze guards.
"Today, whoever stands in my way, I will kill whom!"
Wen Qingye carried the sword and rushed quickly into the crowd of kamikaze, the sword in his hand sometimes opened and closed, sometimes dexterous, everyone could only see Wen Qingye's body constantly changing, and a little bit of sword light flying.
"Boom, boom!"
Laughing at the sword and watching the wind and clouds change color, who knows who wins and who loses?
The sword flashed, the blood was spreading, Wen Qingye didn't know how many wounds there were on his body, the blood seemed to stain all his clothes red, but the enemies in front of him were getting fewer and fewer.