Qian Shuhua was lying on the side of the road, bent over and vomiting, his eyes were full of gold stars when he looked up, and his mouth was full of alcohol when he lowered his head.
Since she was a child, she loved to dance with guns and sticks. It's not that she has never seen fights, but those are at best disputes between children, and the real blood is something that she, the young lady of the Qian family, can't see.
So, when she heard Ye Que's words, have you ever seen a murderer, she opened her eyes vigorously.
Many swaying figures appeared in the air, and Ye Que stood in the middle.
The crowd of felt hats who came to seek revenge, followed the leader's yell, raised the goose knife at their waists, and rushed down from all sides of the roof.
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"Knife, that's not how it's used."
Ye Que looked at the rushing crowd and said these words, then reached forward empty-handed, grabbed the leader's knife in the blink of an eye, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and slowly took a step forward with his left foot.
This wild goose knife is a knife produced by Absolute Sword Villa. The blade is straight, with a slightly curved tip. It has a reverse blade with two fine lines of blood grooves engraved on the reverse blade. It seems that the style should be changed from the Lingdao of the previous dynasty.
Qian Shuhua was already half awake from the wine at this time, and she was really looking forward to it.
What is the scene of the murder
Qian Shuhua's eyes were wide open, staring at the wild goose knife in Ye Que's hand without blinking, and then watched the blade slide straight towards the man's chest.
However, the blood gushing scene still did not appear.
At the end, Ye Que changed the position of the blade and the back of the blade.
There was a dull pounding sound.
During the period, there are crisp bone cracks.
Every time Ye Que swung the knife, the back of the knife would hit the chest of the person who came by without any mistakes. He didn't use Tianyuan at all, and just converted a little real yuan, which was enough to make the chest of these people collapse.
In the middle of the street, so many people were fighting, but there was no scream and wailing, only a severe blow to the heel bone, and the person who fell to the ground must be unconscious.
The big man who rushed to the front and roared to avenge Dao Shishi, didn't even touch Ye Que's clothes, and was directly knocked into the air, like a kite with a broken string, it fell more than ten meters away miserably , Coincidentally knocked down a mouthful of fried pan, and the roar stopped abruptly.
soon.
Those who jumped off the roof fell unconscious on the ground, and those who hadn't jumped off the roof subconsciously followed Ye Que's knife and the leader who flew out, and drew an extremely long line. arc.
Fear followed the eyes and quickly spread throughout the body.
People can only be fearless if they are not afraid.
Now, a difficult problem is placed in front of these people, to jump or not to jump? Jumping, the courage is commendable, the heart is not ashamed, the sky is worthy, and the uprising is worthy, but it is very likely that the back of the knife like a sledgehammer will crack the bone and smash the chest. If they don't jump, even if Absolute Sword Villa loses face in Luoyang City, they will feel ashamed.
"kill!"
Finally, another desperate person jumped down with a loud cry.
Then a figure flew up, and with a bang, it fell ten meters away and hit the corner of the wall. His chest collapsed and his head was bleeding!
After a while no one dared to jump again.
Ye Que suddenly raised his head to look at the roof.
Everyone on the roof subconsciously took a step back.
Ye Que stared, and the group of people took another step back.
Smiling mockingly, Ye Que suddenly raised the wild goose knife in his hand, making a pre-slash.
There was a burst of tiles flying around, and in the blink of an eye, the crowd on the roof disappeared completely.
On the stone bridge in the distance, Chen Qing's brows were already frowned. He thought that Ye Que would be very strong. After all, he could seal the Qiqiao spiritual acupoint of the psychic disciples of Shushan with his innate realm, and his skills would definitely not be too bad of.
But never thought that Ye Que was so strong!
Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.
Whether a person is strong or not depends on one aspect of cultivation and the other is the use of power. If one has cultivation and does not know how to use it, it is equal to zero. But it's scary to be able to display a strength far beyond the cultivation base if the cultivation base is not high.
What's more, from the innate realm to the acquired realm, and then to the psychic realm, it seems that it has crossed two levels. In fact, in the cultivation world, there is a subtle rule.
Xingyao was a beginner before.
It means that before reaching the second-level Xingyao, all practitioners are required to get started, and Xingyao is a threshold.
This also means that in the previous three realms, the improvement in strength is not as great as imagined. At best, there is a difference in the amount of true energy in the body, the quality of the soul, and the strength of the body.
Historically, innate cross-border killing of psychics was not uncommon.
When you are fighting for life and death, who will fight with you all the time, the victory or defeat is often in an instant.
"This Ye Que has used his strength to such an extent that he can lift weights lightly. Every ounce of strength is used just right. I thought this group of rubbish would cost this person some real energy, but now it seems that it is really a joke." Chen Qing looked at the still The chaotic crowd running wildly on the roof pursed their lips angrily.
Zhuo Bufan beside him didn't look at the fleeing people, his eyes never left Ye Que's body from the beginning of the battle, especially the knife in his hand. When he was on the dragon boat, he always thought that he was careless and that Ye Que had attacked him.
Now, Zhuo Bufan put himself in the situation just now, imagining himself as the person standing on the roof, jumping down to fight Ye Que on the ground. Facing the knife in Ye Que's hand, he found that he couldn't dodge it. As long as he got into Ye Que's body, no matter how he moved, he would be hit in the chest by the back of the knife.
It was unexpected and weird.
Zhuo Bufan's palms were already sweating, and the sword in his hand was clenched tighter and tighter. His brain was running rapidly, imitating the situation with fascination.
Finally, Zhuo Bufan let out a long breath, and he had come to a conclusion, "He is not Ye Que's opponent in a personal duel. If you want to defeat Ye Que, you must increase the distance and use the speed advantage of Shushan Sword Art."
What Zhuo Bufan did, Chen Qing actually did it again, even though he is the leader of the younger generation in Shushan, the ninth genius. However, he had to admit that Chen Qing was equally unsure of defeating Ye Que in close combat.
This has nothing to do with cultivation, it depends on combat experience, grasp of the battle situation, and more importantly, talent.
Chen Qing asked himself that he should have more experience than Ye Que, "Is this Ye Que really talented?"
None of the three people on the stone bridge moved or spoke, Zhuo Bufan and Chen Qing were still inferring, and the other younger one was just to watch the fun and join the crowd. do not know.
In the center of Yeshifang, the crowd who intercepted and killed Ye Que fell to the ground unconsciously, and those who were frightened and fled away. In fact, the whole process happened very quickly, and it took only a cup of tea. Some of the street vendors on the side of the road didn't even react, and the battle was over.
Qian Shuhua stared at Ye Que dumbfounded, as if looking at a stranger.
Just as he was about to speak, Ye Que didn't let go of his hand holding the knife.
Ye Que turned around, stopped looking at the surrounding roofs, the expression on his face didn't change at all, he just frowned slightly, with a look of displeasure, he opened his mouth and muttered, "The child in Shushan belongs to the fly family. Is it? Why are you everywhere? Are you annoying?"
After speaking, Ye Que casually stabbed the knife in front of him and stomped his foot lightly.
There was no ground shaking, no roaring and trembling.
It's just that not far from the oil pan that was tilted on the ground, a drop of oil was shaken and flew into the air.
Ye Que didn't even look at it, stretched out two fingers and swiped mysteriously in the air, and the drop of oil floated in front of Ye Que in an instant. Then Ye Que looked at the drop of oil intently, as if he had received some order, the drop of oil immediately came to life.
With a buzz, it began to spin and vibrate at a terrifying speed in the air.
Perhaps it was because the speed was so fast that sparks seemed to be seen in a trance.
Just a few seconds. Ye Que grinned towards the stone bridge in the distance, flicked his index finger and middle finger across the air.
The drop of oil hanging in the air disappeared with a whoosh.
From the stone bridge where Chen Qingzhuo was standing to the night market where Ye Que was, a spark flew across the air, as if it tore the air, and pierced all the dust in the middle, and came straight in a daze.
Chen Qing saw Ye Que's grin, and also saw Ye Que's finger in the air, and he also saw the whole process of Ye Que's fight just now, so he didn't underestimate the enemy.
Immediately, the true essence of Chen Qing's body was mobilized, and his thoughts were released a hundred meters away, and five barriers were laid in front of him in a blink of an eye.
Chen Qing believed that no matter which sect's sword formula, no matter which sect's spell, or which sect's spiritual technique, if he was prepared for such a long distance, he would never try to occupy it. To a trace of cheap.
However, one second passed, ten seconds passed, and twenty seconds passed.
Nothing happened.
Chen Qing's five levels of thought power didn't stir at all, and the true energy in his whole body didn't move at all.
After a while, Chen Qing suddenly turned around and left without saying a word. The five layers of thought power that he had painstakingly arranged were broken in an instant, and the true energy condensed around his body was also quickly shrunk back into his body.
Zhuo Bufan and the boy next to him were dumbfounded.
"what happened?"
"The battle is over?"
"What just happened?"
Under the night.
The breeze blows.
A strand of hair from Chen Qing's sideburns fluttered with the wind. His hair was originally straight, without any bends, but the ends of this strand of hair that floated into the air were all curled. Look closely. The color is still yellow, and if you get close, you can smell a faint burning smell.
That drop of oil burned off Chen Qing's temple hair!
"You can't stop Ye Que's knife in close quarters, and you are not as fast as Ye Que in long-distance battles. What face do you have to stay and take your own humiliation?" Zhuo Bufan may not have figured it out yet, but Chen Qing already knows it.
However, he must not be able to figure out the truth. That drop of oil looks like oil, but in fact, Tianyuan is running inside. How could Chen Qing detect Tianyuan through the mental power barrier laid by his true essence!
"Boom!"
The peddler closest to Ye Que finally came to his senses at this time, the wooden basin in his hand fell directly to the ground, his mouth opened wide, he pointed at Ye Que with his finger, and then pointed at a group of people on the ground, wanting to say What, it seems that I can't say it.
"Miss, are you okay?"
At the end of the matter, someone from the shop of Qian's family on the roadside finally recognized Qian Shuhua, and hurried forward to ask if he was injured.
Waving his hands in boredom, chasing these people away like flies, Qian Shuhua walked towards Ye Que with staring eyes, opened his mouth, closed it after thinking about it, then opened his mouth again, pointed at Ye Que, "You! "
He paused for a moment, and seemed to change the words that came to his lips.
"Didn't you say you were going to kill people? Why did you just knock people unconscious?"
At this time, Ye Que had returned to his original appearance, with a calm expression, walking with his hands behind his back.
Looking at Qian Shuhua's depressed look, he said casually, "You can believe what a man says."
After walking two steps, I saw a comatose person under my feet, and kicked him away, "Beating a unconscious person, breaking the law, killing a person, will you bear it?"
"These are all masters?" Qian Shuhua followed Ye Que closely.
"Um."
"Compared to Lin Meier?"
Ye Que glanced at his mouth in contempt.
"Then teach me this."
Following Ye Que's example, Qian Shuhua waved his hands in the air a few times, almost spraining his ankle.
"you?"
"ah!"
I saw Ye Que frowning tightly, with a look of thinking hard and facing difficulties, as if he had encountered something more difficult than ascending to the sky.