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The Longmen faction is arrogant and domineering, but in the eyes of everyone at this moment, Li Qingshan is ten times more arrogant and arrogant than the Longmen faction. In a word, it determines the fate of the two big arena forces that have been entrenched in Qingyang for a long time.
However, Yang Anzhi no longer showed the slightest anger on his face, and restored the calmness and rationality that a swordsman should have. Based on instinct, he judged Li Qingshan as a rare and powerful enemy in his life.
But he also has absolute self-confidence. His light and graceful light work most restrains foreigners like Li Qingshan from practicing Kungfu, just as Li Qingshan restrains Liu Hong's iron fist. No matter how strong it is, it will not be able to strike people, and it will be a force of death. Li Qingshan can block the sword of an ordinary Longmen disciple, but can not block the sword of his dignified second-rate master.
Li Qingshan knew this too well, and he was keenly aware that the sword worn by Yang Anzhi was different from the steel long sword worn by ordinary disciples. But facing such an opponent, it is impossible to escape, only to stand up.
When the two confronted each other, the restaurant suddenly fell silent, and the killing pressure made people breathless.
"Chang!"
Yang Anzhi drew his sword away from its sheath, and the cold sword light swept Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan's pupils shrank, and there was a faint aura on the blade, which was the same as the knife he got today.
People are famous, and swords are also famous. This is a famous sword that no one knows in Qingyang City.
The Flying Dragon Sword, a sword that has been passed down for generations by the Longmen School, is only qualified to be worn by the head. People are strong when they are famous, and swords are good when they are famous! Even if the sword is held by an ordinary person, it can cut iron like mud. If it is in the hands of a real swordsman, it is a real murder weapon.
"This is a spiritual weapon!" Before time returned to the banquet, Qing Niu looked at the knife in Li Qingshan's hand and said.
"What is a spiritual tool?" Li Qingshan played with the knife in his hand: "Did you really pick up a treasure for me?" In his previous life, he often read novels like this. He just went to a grocery store and found a peerless artifact. Block and kill the god, and the Buddha block and kill the Buddha.
Qing Niu smiled contemptuously and broke his illusion: "This thing barely attaches a layer of spiritual energy, and it is not even a lower-grade spiritual weapon. Most of it is used by apprentices who are beginners to refine. It's barely a treasure!" It's just that the smell of ridicule in the bull's eyes is getting stronger.
This thing can only be used as a flying knife. Whether it is for a practitioner or an ordinary warrior, it is not a waste product.
Li Qingshan treasured the small knife, and this was the first one he got, um, the spirit weapon, which had a significant commemorative value, after all, it was not considered a rare item.
But unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, I saw another one, and it was still in the hands of the enemy.
The treasurer of Jin Gepu was also among the gentry. When the other gentry were panicking and avoiding, he looked at the flying dragon sword obsessively.
If this sword is in the Jin Ge shop, even if Li Qingshan takes out all the silver and kneels on the ground and begs him, he will not sell it.
Sword Qi came, and when everyone thought that Li Qingshan would run into a rampage like just before, he rolled around to avoid the sword gas edge and came to the corner of the restaurant.
Yang Anzhi changed his strokes faster, his wrists turned away, and his sword light followed like a shadow, and he forced Li Qingshan's skin a few feet away. The cold pierced Li Qingshan's skin.
Wherever the two went, the gentry screamed and fled, thinking that they would use them as a shield.
Li Qingshan hadn't reached that level of rogue, reached out his hand to grab a table of Eight Immortals, and swung it horizontally as a weapon.
The huge table of the Eight Immortals was as light as nothing in his hands.
Yang Anzhi didn’t put this power in his eyes. As far as the sword light, the table of Eight Immortals was cut to pieces like tofu, and in a blink of an eye there was only one table leg, pinched in Li Qingshan’s hands.
Li Qingshan threw the leg of the table fiercely as if he was in a bad manner. I don't know if it was flustered, but he even missed the vote and flew past Yang Anzhi's brain.
Yang Anzhi's sword was like a rainbow, and Li Qingshan's vest stuck to the wall, unable to retreat.
The restaurant was suddenly dark, and the foot of the table flying out of Li Qingshan's hand shot down the last light.
"I want to escape! It's too late!" Yang Anzhi shouted sharply, but didn't see that when the darkness fell, Li Qingshan's face floated up, not panic, but a smile.
"Bang!" Li Qingshan clapped his palms together, and clamped the Flying Dragon Sword between a few millimeters.
Yang Anzhi sneered. With the momentum of flying forward, he wanted to clamp the sword with strength, it was wishful thinking! The blade pierced and the palm of the sword rubbed, there was an ear-piercing sound of metal creaking.
The tip of the sword was only three inches away from Li Qingshan's throat, Yang Anzhi's face suddenly changed, and the cold wind and cold behind his head made him feel the life and death crisis of many years.
"It's impossible!" This was his first thought.
Although he couldn't see, other feelings were still there. How could he not notice if someone was close behind him? How powerful is that? Could it be a hidden weapon
If the lights in the restaurant were still on, everyone would be able to see that a knife pierced the back of Yang Anzhi's head, really like a hidden weapon. But if someone could open the spiritual eye like Li Qingshan, he could see that this knife was held in Xiao An's small white hands, just right.
Xiaoan self-study "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Dao", daily practice with blood, is already not afraid of this level of blood, can really close to the side of the master, but still lacks a suitable weapon.
If he were to use ordinary hunting knives again, with Yang Anzhi's strength, even if he didn't practice external skills horizontally, the force of the guard's body would fly the knives out, and it would be difficult to cause fatal damage.
But now it was different. The spirit weapon knife was in Xiao'an's hands, not only was it not a waste, it was a magic weapon for assassination.
Li Qingshan used his body as a bait to lure Yang Anzhi here. He and Xiaoan did not prepare in advance, let alone communicate with each other. They had extreme trust, and Xiaoan did not disappoint him, and the cooperation was so wonderful.
Yang Anzhi is also very powerful. He lowered his head to avoid it, and the blade almost scraped his scalp and slid across. He was shocked and not confused, as long as he continued to use his strength to kill Li Qingshan, he could calmly deal with the hidden weapon masters behind.
The knife turned sharply, stabbing downward.
Not a hidden weapon!
Yang Anzhi's brain was instantly confused, because he still hadn't felt his back, a bit of strange breath, and a chill rose in his heart, regardless of his intentions, he wanted to withdraw his sword and return to his defense.
Li Qingshan's palms bit the sword's edge, hehe sneered, trying to pierce easily, but it must be your head that was pierced first. Want to draw out? Don't even think about it!
The sword is in the presence of people, probably every swordsman has learned a lesson, not to mention this sword is a treasure handed down from the ancestors.
The sword stayed in Li Qingshan's hands, but the person flew out with an extremely elegant body, but the person could no longer get up and down, and was very embarrassed.
And all of this only happened in a flash. It took only a few breaths from Yang Anzhi's sword swing, pushing Li Qingshan to the wall, and then retreating after being assassinated.
The gentry were all in a panic, unable to react, but Liu Hong sniffed and smelled a bloody smell. The heart is full of shock, Yang Anzhi is injured? How did this kid hurt him
At the last moment, Yang Anzhi abandoned the sword decisively, but he also paid a heavy price. Xiao An still used the knife to pull a foot-long wound on his back, blood gurgling down.
Li Qingshan felt a little admired for his decision. For the first time, he experienced the emotions mentioned in the book. Even if he is an enemy of life and death, he wants to put the opponent to death at all costs, but in a confrontation, he will still be expressed by his opponent. I was shocked by the skills he gave out.
However, in the battle, he certainly would not be entangled in this kind of emotion, or entangled in all right and wrong, since he has a vengeance, it is the right thing to kill the opponent at all costs.
The restaurant was dark, and a little light came in through the window. Yang Anzhi opened his eyes wide and tried to adapt to the darkness. A black shadow appeared, and the gust of wind hit his face, faintly with a smell.
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