Suddenly, Qin Guanxi moved.

Qin Guanxi's body just flickered, and countless swords were unsheathed in an instant, and the cold light radiating from the blade shot on Qin Guanxi's face.

With a slight squint of his eyes, Qin Guanxi raised his head and smiled, and slowly retreated back under the eyes of everyone.

At the same time, Qin Guanxi's cuffs were lightly raised, the Lulu long sword was shining with cold light, and the quaint sword body was reflected in front of everyone's eyes.

When everyone saw Qin Guanxi suddenly appear, their expressions all changed, and the green tendons on the palms holding various ice blades burst out, as long as Qin Guanxi made a move, these people would attack Qin Guanxi in groups.

"Don't get excited, everyone" Qin Guanxi waved his long sword, with a warm smile on his face, the Lulu Sword in his hand waved lightly, Qin Guanxi said: "The sword in my hand is the Lulu Divine Sword used by King Qin to sweep Liuhe more than two thousand years ago, my sword is only stronger than the Yitian Sword, Yitian Sword, I still can't look down on it, you want to Yitian Sword, even if you make a move, I, Qin Guanxi, like the Wu family's sisters and brothers, don't come for the sword, just want to get out of this ghost place." ”

When everyone heard Qin Guanxi say this, they all nodded suspiciously.

People in the martial arts are naturally very knowledgeable.

As soon as Qin Guanxi's Lu Lu Sword came out, a domineering aura rushed from the Lu Lu Sword, and the divine sword with this kind of domineering aura should really be like Qin Guanxi said, it was the divine sword used by King Qin when he swept Liuhe.

Yitian Sword, eight hundred years ago, the Song and Yuan dynasties gradually became famous in the martial arts, but Lulu Sword was already famous more than two thousand years ago.

Both swords are Huaxia Divine Swords, and Qin Guanxi has the Lulu Sword, so he should no longer covet the Heavenly Sword.

After all, people only have one pair of hands, Qin Guanxi only has a sword with his right hand, and the Lulu Sword is enough for him, and he can't afford to put himself in danger for a Yitian Sword that is lower than the Lulu Sword.

When everyone thought about it, they looked at Qin Guanxi's eyes and became kind.

And Qin Guanxi also consciously took a few steps back, standing beside Wu Mi and Wu Jian, and Lu Lujian also put it away.

"Ahem, I'll say a word."

After Qin Guanxi retreated, a silver-haired old man slowly walked out of the crowd, the old man's right sleeve was empty and fluttering in the wind, and his left hand was holding a carved long sword.

The old man's name is known here, the one-armed beggar, a sword master, the legend of the one-armed beggar in the young with a body of martial arts bullying, and later provoked right and wrong, was abolished by the master of the right arm, since then, the one-armed beggar learned from the pain, hard practice swordsmanship, low-key for people, but also chivalrous.

For decades, the one-armed beggars fought the sword across the south of the Yangtze River, and broke through the great heroic life, a sword master, the legend of a sword master only needs a sword to defeat the enemy, a sword floats out, and defeats the enemy without a trace, but the one-armed beggar, the old man, only seeks to surrender the enemy but never kills when he faces the enemy.

The one-armed beggar, whose chivalrous reputation spread far and wide, everyone looked at him in unison when they saw him speak, with respectful faces.

As soon as Qin Guanxi saw this white-haired old man speak, a group of people closed their mouths, and he looked at the old man in front of him curiously, wanting to hear what this bull man had to say.

"Thank you for giving the old man this face." The one-armed beggar coughed, and the palm of his hand was supported on the ground, and the old man saw that everyone was respectful to him, but his face was flat, and he looked around, and then slowly spoke: "The old man has been wandering the rivers and lakes for decades, and he is also slightly famous among the martial arts heroes, everyone knows that I only want to defeat the enemy to the end, and never kill, today the old man saw that two people died in a short time for a Yitian sword, and he really couldn't bear it, and he hoped that all of his martial arts colleagues could face up to the Yitian sword, and don't lose their lives for a weapon." ”

"Then, may I ask, Master of the First Sword, what is your old opinion?"

"Yes, Master of the First Sword, I want to grab the Heavenly Sword when I come here, but there is only one Heavenly Sword, and only one person can get the Heavenly Sword of so many people, how can it not bleed?"

"Master of a sword, I hope to show it."

Everyone was talking, and countless eyes looked at the sword master with the usual face, hoping that he could say something to preside over the overall situation, and the people in the Jiangnan martial arts here still believe in the one-armed beggar.

Besides, the one-armed beggars have been chivalrous for decades, and they have also heard of it, a sword master has always been chivalrous, and his qualifications are old enough, and he is in charge of the overall situation, and everyone is very convinced.

"The old man Miao sees that it is really not worth losing Qingqing's life in order to rely on the heavenly sword, I propose that everyone will meet friends with martial arts, decide the winner with martial arts, put the weapon into the sheath, and point to the end, and must not secretly take people's lives lightly."

As soon as the one-armed beggar said this, everyone was speechless, and the air turned into a deathly silence again, and everyone stared wide-eyed, not knowing whether it was good or bad to agree to the one-armed beggar's idea.

"Master of the First Sword, you have a very good idea, you can not only decide the master of the Heavenly Sword, but also will not let all the fellow martial arts lose their lives in vain, I agree!"

"I agree."

One person agreed, and immediately hundreds of people nodded, agreeing with the idea of the sword master.

However, hundreds of people, with different minds, some agree and naturally some disagree.

"One-armed master, your idea is good, but it's a little unfair, everyone knows that your old man has a rare opponent in Jiangnan with one arm and one sword, and we are not your opponent with weapons, if the weapon is in the sheath, then we will be directly bound when we meet your old man, this Yitian sword, won't it naturally fall into the hands of your old man?"

"That is, one-armed old beggar, everyone knows that you have been practicing swordsmanship for decades, we don't believe that you don't want to snatch the Heavenly Sword in front of you?"

"Master of the First Sword, you have a good idea, obviously you want to win the game yourself and don't want to become the target of the public, but pretending to be sanctimonious is actually secretly harboring a ghost in your heart."

"Hmph, don't believe this old ghost, he's cheating everyone."

When everyone heard the opposition, they were all secretly thinking, they all knew that what these people said was right, according to the martial arts cultivation, the one-armed beggars had few opponents among them, if the sword was put into the sheath to fight, none of them would be the opponents of this one-armed beggar, and when the time came, the Heavenly Sword would naturally fall into the hands of the one-armed beggar.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at the one-armed beggar, and they looked at him defensively.

Qin Guanxi smiled slightly, he looked at the white-haired old man standing in the middle of the pumice stone holding his arms with a hint of banter in his eyes, he wanted to hear how this old man would answer.

The Heavenly Sword is like an addict who sees drugs for a person who uses a sword, and he can't extricate himself, since this one-armed beggar uses a sword and the Heavenly Sword is in front of him, he must have tried his best to get the Heavenly Sword.

The one-armed beggar saw that everyone was talking, and a gentle smile appeared on his withered face, and the old man raised his right arm and laughed three times in the sky.

The laughter was arrogant, and the voice was strong, piercing everyone's eardrums.

"Old, decades of history, old age, how many years can you live? Yitian Sword and me or not with me, what do you mean, Lao Yu learned that the Zhao family held this martial arts conference and knew that all the heroes must fight for the sake of fame, for the sake of Yitian Sword, when Lao Yu came here this time, in order to rely on his own strength to turn the war into a jade silk, I hope that everyone can point to the end, do not increase the killing and abuse. ”

At this point, the one-armed beggar straightened his waist and stared around with his eyes, and said: "The old man swears again, this trip is only to solve the dispute, as for the Heavenly Sword, the old man will never think about it, and the old man here also hopes that no matter who gets the artifact Heavenly Sword in the end, he will use the sword to benefit the common people, and the old man is grateful." ”

The one-armed beggar spoke, and everyone was moved.

Especially those who suspected the one-armed beggar's bad intentions, their faces were red with shame.

The master of a sword is arrogant, not to mention his amazing skills, just by virtue of his chivalrous courage, he can be called a real martial arts master.

"Master of a sword, we agree with your old opinion, put the sword in the sheath, point to the end, and never kill in vain for your own personal vendetta."

"Yes, listen to your old words, we are ashamed, although we don't have such a chivalrous new warehouse as you, we are not shameless rats, I agree to act according to your old methods."

"We agree."

In an instant, as if they had reached an agreement, everyone nodded and agreed to the one-armed beggar's idea, and some even breathed a sigh of relief.

This part of the people is not strong but covets the Heavenly Sword, and the people who are not strong not only want to get the Heavenly Sword, but are also afraid of losing their lives.

The one-armed beggar's method gave them all hope and the hope of relying on the Heavenly Sword.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if you can't get the Heavenly Sword, you won't lose your life. Qin Guanxi's face changed slightly, and his eyes when he looked at the white-haired old man also became respectful like everyone else.

The white-haired old man's words are really admirable.

In the martial arts, only people with strong strength and noble character are admired, and the white-haired old man is both strong and virtuous, and his martial arts are high, which is really a model for everyone to learn and admire.

"This old man is still a chivalrous man." As soon as Chu Hui's words came out, Wu Mi and Wu Jian also nodded heavily, especially Wu Mi, she admired chivalrous and heroic people since she was a child, and the actions of the white-haired old man made the arrogant Wu Mi also admire him.

"However, as soon as the rules of the One Sword Master came out, this game was much more fun."

Qin Guanxi said, pointing to the people whose swords were in the sheath, and said: "These people, on the surface, agreed to the idea of the sword master, but when it comes to the competition, for the sake of the Heavenly Sword, these people will definitely not compete honestly, the blood will still flow, the only difference is that there are fewer people who bleed." ”

Those who practice martial arts have strong blood and great strength, and they will definitely lose their weight when they make a move.

There are many people in the provinces of Jiangnan who have mutual suspicions, and after a fight, those who have hatred and hatred will be heavy even if they have no weapons.

These people are all deep in internal strength, and it is too simple to hurt people with internal strength.