"Why is it impossible" "In such a short period of time, with your Dao realm strength, it is impossible to fire two swords in a row.
I just saw you take action, and it is impossible for your speed to reach that level."
"Yes, it is indeed impossible for me to strike two swords in such a short time, but I can't do it, but my swordsmanship can do it."
Luo Qinghuan was silent, he indeed ignored this question.
But Zheng Buque on the side suddenly reacted and asked with a trembling voice: "Qing Jueying Song" "Old Zheng, you really know a lot.
You even know names that not many people in the world know."
Yue Izumo smiled and sheathed his sword.
As he sheathed his sword, a black shadow seemed to flash behind him.
The black shadow gave people the feeling that a shadow that could only appear in the sunlight suddenly stood up and had its own consciousness.
Just now, Yue Izumo did strike out with a sword, but the black shadow also struck out a sword in the void.
No one can describe such a weird swordsmanship.
It was like two people striking at the same time.
Their swordsmanship was completely in sync.
Although they were just fighting against the enemy in a hurry, the combined power of the two swords was not weaker than that of Tsuki Izumo who was in a state of complete victory. .
Zheng Buque let out a long breath and said in horror: "I once heard someone say that although Mr.
Yue's Qingjue Shadow Song only appeared once, that time he used such a sword technique in front of a Taoist master.
I killed an opponent who was not weaker than Mr.
Yue at that time.
I originally thought that this sword technique could only be used for confusion, but who would have expected that it would be so powerful now."
Yue Izuyun smiled, very calmly, and then he put his left hand behind his back and held the sword in his right hand to pull out a sword flower.
After the sword light passed, the black shadow completely dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.
But Yue Izumo still held the sword quietly, with the tip of the sword pointed at the ground.
"If this sword technique doesn't have such power, how can I be as famous as Qin Langge and the Twelve Swordsmen?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as Yue Izuyun finished speaking, the killer Luo Qinghuan said coldly: "Your martial arts is even better than that of Sword Twelve.
If anyone can be as famous as you now, unless it is Wen in the sea of flowers."
Ren Yi.”
"Have you ever had a fight with Wen Renyi?"
Yue Chuyun asked.
"No."
"Then how do you know."
"Because I don't have the courage to take action in front of her."
Yue Izuyun understood, and then asked curiously: "If this is the case, why do you have the confidence to take action against me?"
Luo Qinghuan sighed softly: "I thought you were at the peak of your swordsmanship just now, but I didn't expect that you actually have an unstoppable swordsmanship."
"oh" "I thought you would use all your strength to deal with You Sifang after I unleashed my murderous intent.
Even if you could defeat him, you would both suffer losses.
Who knew that your realm was so high that you could control this world with just one sword in your hand?
Heaven and Earth made all of You Sifang's moves in vain.
Your sword technique should be Fengming Pavilion's famous secret skill Haoyue Fanghua Jue.
Only this kind of sword technique can make You Sifang unable to resist, but the coldness in your sword energy does not seem to be an internal force.
But the cold breath still slowed down You Sifang's attack speed."
"I'm very curious, what is that cold breath?"
After Luo Qinghuan finished speaking, Monk Pi and Zheng Buque looked equally curious.
They also felt the coldness, but they also had no idea where the coldness came from.
Yue Izuyun didn't hide anything, he just put the sword back into the body of Tingzhu Qin, and then said: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold.
A strong man will never come back once he is gone.
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This is not so much a cold internal force, Rather, it’s an atmosphere, a sad and lonely atmosphere.”
"So this is not an internal skill."
"Yue Izuyun nodded: "Yes, this is indeed not an internal skill.
If you can, you can call it a style of music. " "style"
Luo Qinghuan was silent.
Yue Chuyun was from Fengming Pavilion.
This style of music was obviously unique to Fengming Pavilion.
He didn't understand it, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"Okay, tell me, why did you come to kill me?"
Yue Izuyun asked after seeing this.
"Collect people's money and eliminate disasters for them."
"Someone bought my life" "Don't ask me, I don't know who wants to kill you.
I'm only responsible for taking orders and killing people."
Yue Izuyun's heart moved slightly and asked: "So you are only responsible for killing people.
It seems that you should be an organization."
Luo Qinghuan said nothing and gently threw away the knife in his hand.
When the long knife fell to the ground, it should have made a crisp sound.
Unexpectedly, when the sword fell to the ground, it felt as if a corner had been knocked off, and then the entire blade shattered in an uproar.
"If you don't tell me, it seems to be true.
So the news that Wen Renyi informed me is true.
Tianzi Killer Tower has finally returned to the world," Yue Chuyun continued to ask.
"Tianzi Killer Building" The look of horror flashed through Zheng Buque's eyes again.
He turned back to look at Monk Pi and saw the same look in his eyes.
The two of them seemed to have a clear understanding of each other, their eyes fixed on Luo Qinghuan, but Luo Qinghuan seemed not to notice it, he just kept his eyes on Yue Chuyun for a moment, and then said: "It seems that you are really capable of getting rid of me quickly."
Even Wen Renyi has a special regard for you.
If you don't die, few people in the world will be able to feel at ease. " "So, I want to know how much silver the person who wants my life will pay for my head."
Luo Qinghuan was silent for a moment, and finally spit out a number: "Fifty thousand taels."
"So few" Yue Izuyun raised his eyebrows.
Luo Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then silently added two words.
"gold."
"Going to ride a horse" "It's because you think it's too little."
Luo Qinghuan said in a voice without any emotion.
Yue Izumo rolled his eyes, shook his head and said: "But I didn't expect that my life was so valuable.
It seems that the person who wants to take my life is really a big business, and he really thinks highly of me, Yue Izumo, so he spent so much money."
Get rid of me at the cost."
"What you think is your business, I am only responsible for killing you."
"But you couldn't kill me tonight."
"This is the first time I have failed, Yue Izumo, you are indeed powerful, but it won't be so simple next time."
Yue Izuyun nodded.
Luo Qinghuan's words did make sense.
This was just Luo Qinghuan's first attack.
Next time, he would definitely have a more perfect assassination.
"Hmph, Luo Qinghuan, since you are here today, do you still want to get away easily?"
The smile on Zheng Buque's face finally disappeared, replaced by solemnity.
Luo Qinghuan glanced at him lightly, and then sighed: "You can't keep me."
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"How will you know if you don't try?"
Zheng Buque said and jumped behind Luo Qinghuan.
Although Monk Pi did not speak, he came to the other side in a tacit understanding and happened to stand in a triangle with Zheng Buque Yue Izuyun.
Surround Luo Qinghuan among them.
"Forget it, let him go, we can't keep him."
Yue Izuyun's voice came slowly.
Zheng Buque turned around in surprise, only to see Yue Izuyun already slowly walking towards the ruined temple where the fire was burning.
Monk Pi didn't want to give up.
Judging from Yue Izuyun's appearance, he naturally didn't believe that Yue Izuyun would deliberately let go of someone who wanted to kill him.
When Luo Qinghuan saw this, he finally let out a burst of laughter that sounded like crying.
A hint of helplessness flashed in Zheng Buque's eyes, and he immediately stepped back.
But when he turned around, he suddenly found that Luo Qinghuan had disappeared before the temple was destroyed.
On the ground, there was only a pile of broken metal, slowly covered by the rain
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