Legend of the Great Sage

The Longmen faction is arrogant and domineering, but in the eyes of everyone at this moment, Li Qingshan is ten times more domineering and arrogant than the Longmen faction. In a word, the fate of the two major rivers and lakes that have been entrenched in Qingyang for a long time has been decided.

There was no anger on Yang Anzhi's face, and he regained the calmness and rationality that a swordsman should have. With his instinct, he judged that Li Qingshan was a rare and powerful enemy in his life.

However, he also has absolute confidence. His light and elegant Qinggong can best restrain Li Qingshan's horizontal kung fu, just as Li Qingshan restrained Liu Hong's iron fist. No matter how strong his strength is, he can't hit anyone, but he is still useless. Li Qingshan can block the sword of an ordinary Longmen disciple, but he can't block the sword of a second-rate master like him.

This point, Li Qingshan is also very clear, and he is keenly aware that the sword Yang Anzhi wears is different from the fine steel long sword worn by ordinary disciples. But in the face of such an opponent, it is impossible to escape, only to stand up and face it.

The two confronted each other, and the restaurant suddenly became quiet, and the murderous pressure made people breathless.

"Chong!"

Yang Anzhi pulled his sword out of the sheath, and the cold sword beam swept Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan's pupils shrank, and there was a faint aura on the blade, 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 about in Qingyang City.

The Flying Dragon Sword, a sword that has been passed down for generations by the Dragon Gate School, is only qualified to wear by the head of the school. A man is famous, he is strong, and a sword is famous, he is rich! This sword can cut iron like mud even in the hands of ordinary people. If it is in the hands of a real swordsman, it is a real murder weapon.

"This is a spiritual tool!" Before time returned to the banquet, Qingniu said, looking at the knife in Li Qingshan's hand.

"What is a spirit tool?" Li Qingshan played with the knife in his hand: "Did he really find a treasure for me?" In his previous life, he often read novels like this, and when he casually went to a grocery store, he picked up a peerless artifact. Block and kill God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

Qingniu smiled contemptuously, breaking his illusion: "This thing barely has a layer of spiritual energy attached to it, and it's not even a low-grade spiritual tool. It's barely a treasure!" It was just that the scorn in the bull's eyes became stronger and stronger.

This thing can only be used as a flying knife. Whether it is for cultivators or ordinary warriors, it is a piece of waste that is not worthwhile.

Li Qingshan treasured and put away the knife. This was the first piece he got. Well, a spiritual tool, it has great commemorative value. After all, it is considered a rare item.

But I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, I saw another one, and it was still in the hands of the enemy.

The shopkeeper of Jin Gepu was also among the gentry. When the other gentry panicked and avoided, he stared at the flying dragon sword obsessively.

If this sword was in the Jin Ge shop, even if Li Qingshan took out all the money and knelt on the ground to beg him, he would not sell it.

The sword qi attacked, and when everyone thought that Li Qingshan would go on a rampage like just before, he rolled away to avoid the sword qi edge and came to the corner of the restaurant.

Yang Anzhi changed his moves faster, and when he turned his wrist, the sword light followed him like a shadow, pressing towards Li Qingshan, a few feet apart, and the cold air stabbed Li Qingshan's skin into chills.

Wherever the two went, the gentry screamed and fled, thinking they were going to use them as meat shields.

Li Qingshan wasn't that rogue yet, so he reached out and grabbed a table of the Eight Immortals and swung it horizontally as a weapon.

The huge table of the Eight Immortals was as light as nothing in his hands, the wind was blowing, and the candles were flickering.

Yang Anzhi didn't take this power in his eyes. As far as the sword light could reach, the Eight Immortals table was cut into pieces like tofu, and in a blink of an eye, only one leg of the table was left, which was pinched in Li Qingshan's hand.

Li Qingshan threw the legs of the table ruthlessly as if he was out of luck, but he didn't know if he was flustered, but he even missed and flew past Yang Anzhi's head.

Yang Anzhi's sword was like a rainbow, and Li Qingshan's vest was attached to the wall, and he couldn't retreat.

The restaurant was suddenly dark, and the table legs that flew out of Li Qingshan's hands shot down the last lights.

"I want to escape! It's too late!" Yang Anzhi shouted, but he didn't see that when the darkness came, Li Qingshan's face was not panic, but a smile.

"Bang!" Li Qingshan snapped his palms together, and caught the Flying Dragon Sword within a millimeter.

Yang Anzhi sneered, he wanted to use his strength to hold the sword by taking advantage of the momentum of flying forward, which was wishful thinking! The blade of the sword stabbed, and when the palm of the sword rubbed, there was an ear-piercing sound of metal mingling.

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 came from the back of his head, which made him feel a life-and-death crisis after so many years.

"It's impossible!" This was his first thought.

Although he can't see, but other feelings are still there, how could he not be aware of someone close to his back, how strong is the Qinggong, could it be a hidden weapon?

If the lights in the restaurant were still on, everyone could see that a small knife stabbed behind Yang Anzhi's head, really like a hidden weapon. But if someone can open their spiritual eyes like Li Qingshan, it will be seen that this small knife is held in Xiao An's small white hands, which is just right.

Xiao An self-studied "The Dao of Zhu Yan and Bai Bone", and was trained with fresh blood every day. He was no longer afraid of this level of blood, and could really get close to the master's side. However, he still lacked a suitable weapon.

If an ordinary hunting knife is used again, with Yang Anzhi's strength, even if he does not practice external skills horizontally, his inner strength will send the knife bullets flying out, making it difficult to cause fatal damage.

But now it's different. In Xiao An's hands, the spirit tool knife is not only a waste, but a weapon of assassination.

Li Qingshan used his body as bait to lure Yang Anzhi here. He and Xiao An did not prepare in advance, nor did they communicate in a word. They had extreme trust, and Xiao An did not disappoint him.

Yang Anzhi is also very powerful. In a matter of millimeters, he lowered his head to avoid it, and the blade almost slid across his scalp. He was shocked but not confused. As long as he continued to exert his strength and killed Li Qingshan, he could calmly deal with the hidden weapon masters behind him.

The knife turned sharply and stabbed downwards.

Not a hidden weapon!

Yang Anzhi's brain was instantly confused, because he didn't feel the breath of a stranger on his back yet, and a cold air rose in his heart, regardless of it, he wanted to withdraw his sword and return to defense.

Li Qingshan clenched the sword's edge with both palms, hehe sneered, it's easy to stab, but the one that gets pierced first must be your head. Want to pull out? Then forget about it!

The sword is in people, probably every swordsman has learned a lesson, not to mention this sword is a treasure handed down from the ancestors.

The sword was left in Li Qingshan's hands, but the man flew out with a very elegant movement, but he couldn't get up again, his hair was disheveled, and he was extremely embarrassed.

And all of this only happened in an instant, from Yang Anzhi swinging his sword up, forcing Li Qingshan to the wall, to being assassinated and retreating, it only took a few breaths of time.

The gentlemen were flustered and could not react. Only Liu Hong sniffed and smelled a bloody smell. My heart is full of shock, is Yang Anzhi injured? How did this kid hurt him?

At the last moment, Yang Anzhi resolutely abandoned the sword, but he also paid a heavy price. Xiao An still used the spirit tool knife to pull a wound more than a foot long behind him, and blood gurgled down.

Li Qingshan admired his decision for the first time. 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 kill the opponent at all costs, but in the confrontation, he will still be expressed by the opponent. Impressed by the craftsmanship.

However, in the battle, of course, he will not be entangled in such emotions, or entangled in all right and wrong. Since he has formed a deadly revenge, it is only reasonable to kill the opponent at all costs.

The restaurant was dark, and some lights came in through the window. Yang Anzhi opened his eyes wide, trying to adapt to the darkness. A black shadow appeared, and the wind was blowing, and it seemed to have a fishy smell.