Taiping Inn

Li Xuandu shook his body, shook off the dust on his body, and asked: "If Zhou Tingchao really submitted a petition under the instructions of Sun Songchan, then as Empress Dowager Xie's people, you should escort Zhou Tingchao to the capital, and then find a way to let Zhou Tingchao identify his mentor, so as to overthrow the current imperial teacher, but why did you kill him?"

Qian Xing said: "Since you are a dying man, I might as well speak frankly so that you can understand the ghost. It's not that I didn't give him a chance, but he was too stubborn and didn't even want his friends and family. I think it was Qingluan Guards. The torture instruments would make it difficult for him to speak. Rather than bringing him to the capital and causing a bigger disturbance in the lobby of the Supervisory Office, it would be better to let him die silently on the way. Of course, he cannot fall into the hands of you people, this is called setting an example. "

When the voice fell, Qian Xing stomped the ground hard, using the recoil force to rush towards Li Xuandu, but when he was still more than ten feet away from Li Xuandu, he took another step forward, forcibly stopped his forward momentum, and then took a step back, making the whole person like a bow and a full moon, and then punched out hard, like a bow and an arrow.

The fist whistled through the air.

Li Xuandu folded his hands and held down the punch that was enough to shatter gold and stone, but the fist force still passed through his palm, forcing him to fly backwards again.

If Qian Xing's punch landed on Zhang Qingshan and his ilk, it would not be surprising that the whole person would explode directly. But Li Xuandu stood up almost immediately after he fell to the ground, and his face, which had turned slightly pale because of the punch, returned to normal color at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then Li Xuandu did not retreat but advanced, closing the distance between the two to within three feet again, and brushed his sleeve past.

A green light shot out from his sleeve, like a green snake biting a person.

Although Qian Xing was protected by the Qi all over his body, the throat was still cut open by the sharp green light, and blood was faintly seeping out.

Qian Xing was shocked and angry.

At that moment, he almost hovered around the gate of hell, and his throat was almost cut, and he was completely in the gate of hell.

The green light flowed and swept towards Qian Xing again.

Fortunately, Qian Xing was prepared this time, and he used the protective Qi to the extreme, and with his arms comparable to gold and iron, he forcibly blocked the green light.

This green light finally revealed its true appearance. It was the flying sword Qing Jiao that had forced Yu Qingning to surrender in the same way before.

Qian Xing reached out and touched the blood on his throat, squinting at the small pocket sword with a solemn expression.

In such a large world, there are naturally sword immortals who can control swords for nine days. The once famous Purple Mansion Sword Immortal is one of them. However, to reach the realm of controlling swords, it is no longer a luxury to reach the third realm of the initial glimpse of the door and the third realm of the entry into the hall. It is necessary to reach the third realm of the supernatural.

However, below controlling swords, there is also the art of controlling swords. Although many sword masters look down on the art of controlling swords, thinking that controlling swords is a rich lady, while controlling swords is just a rough maid, but for those below the innate realm, the art of controlling swords is still a first-class killing technique. As long as there is a flying sword that has been cultivated into a sword embryo, it is invincible in the same realm.

Without seeing how Li Xuandu moved, the green light moved on its own, always lingering around Qian Xing's body, and the speed of the flying was getting faster and faster, and finally only the green light was seen flowing.

The mystery of this sword lies in the word "fast". Although it is not possible to say "only speed can break", Qian Xing is not a master of the Xiantian realm. Facing the flying sword that is said to be invincible below the Xiantian realm, he dare not be careless.

Qian Xing stretched out his hand several times to catch the flying sword, but failed. Instead, the flying sword added several more wounds on his arm, making the face of the deputy governor of the Qingluan Guard, who had not tasted the taste of injury for a long time, more gloomy. He was no longer in a hurry to take action, just like a fisherman going down to the river to fish, raising the harpoon in his hand high, but he did not drop it for a long time.

Qian Xing suddenly leaned back, and the green light flashed. The sword energy it carried not only left a blood mark on his forehead, but also shattered his crown and cut off a lot of hair.

Qian Xing still didn't make a move. He was still waiting, waiting for him to completely understand all the trajectories of the green light. That was when he would make a move.

After only about half an incense stick, Qian Xing was already shocked. The trajectory of this small flying sword had no rules at all. It was either arcing, straight, zigzagging, jumping, going back and forth, or flipping. There was no trace to be found.

Qian Xing finally lost his patience and stopped looking for any traces. He made a move brazenly. At the cost of his palm being pierced, he forced the green dragon to freeze for a moment, and then pointed out with one finger.

The cardinal pointed.

This finger seemed to hit the air, but a sound like a violent collision of metal and stone suddenly sounded in front of Qian Xing.

The flying sword that caused Qian Xing great trouble made a whine and flew back. When the flying sword hovered, the sword energy shrouded on the sword had dimmed a lot, no longer as strong as before.

Qian Xing looked down at the blood hole on his palm, his eyes cold and he said: "It is indeed the famous sword-controlling technique of the Qingwei Sect. It is indeed interesting. Unfortunately, you are only at the Baodan realm. Now that the flying sword has been broken by me, what else do you have? If you have nothing, you can only wait to die."

Li Xuandu stretched out his hand and twisted the flying sword between his two fingers, and said softly: "It is true that you broke my flying sword, but the meridians of your palm have been broken. If I still have a flying sword, how many palms do you have to break it? Even if you use the remaining palm to block the flying sword, how can you point out the key finger?"

Qian Xing smiled without getting angry, "Don't be quick to talk. Your flying sword is a rare treasure in the world. Even the direct disciples of various sects may not have one. You are lucky enough to get this sword, which is a blessing that others envy. Can you have a second sword?"

Li Xuandu let go of the Qingjiao flying sword in his hand, letting it circle around him like a swallow, and said slowly: "The most fearful thing in this world is the word "one or two."

Qian Xing snorted heavily, and determined that Li Xuandu had run out of tricks, so he said no more, and moved suddenly, and the only remaining punch was aimed at Li Xuandu's forehead. Due to the wind of the fist, Li Xuandu's hair fluttered back violently.

However, when the fist was only an inch away from the forehead, Li Xuandu's body suddenly swept back and barely avoided the aftereffects of the punch.

Qian Xing took advantage of the situation and followed closely.

One rushed forward, the other retreated, and they walked out of the inn lobby one after the other and came to the vast rain curtain outside.

After entering the rain curtain, Li Xuandu's figure suddenly became erratic, and then disappeared in the vast rain curtain. The whole person's breath was perfectly integrated with the vast rain, and it was impossible to sense where he was.

Qian Xing walked back and forth in the rain curtain several times, breaking the huge rain curtain into pieces, but still did not find any trace of Li Xuandu.

Finally, he stopped, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

The next moment, with the place where he stood as the center of the circle, countless rain rose and turned into water mist, and a large blank space appeared in the vast rain curtain.

He raised his head, looked at the top of the flagpole with the "Taiping Inn" flag hanging with cold eyes, and grinned: "I found you."