"I didn't expect this guy to be able to practice, which is really a lot. Looking at the battle in the distance, he muttered.

And not far from the distance, there are also people watching.

This man, however, ...... You Jin.

"Yi Changqing, six Dark Night Pavilion killers, one of them is still a powerful swordsman comparable to the Heavenly Spirit, can you escape this catastrophe?"

This assassination was exactly what he arranged.

Night Pavilion, one of the best killer organizations in Yanlong City, like most killer organizations, will do things for you as long as you give money.

You Jin has contacts with many families in Yanlong City, and he has used these families to collect a lot of spirit stones, so it is naturally not a problem to invite some killers.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if Yi Changqing is not dead, he is not afraid.

He didn't personally invite these killers.

When I went to the Dark Night Pavilion, I couldn't find him.

You Jin stared at Yi Changqing, his eyes were gloomy, with inquiry, there were too many secrets in this person's person, not only the matter of improving the sword technique, but also the matter of Xiao Feng's recovery of the sword bone was also inseparable from this person.

It's just a pity that these secrets can't be used by him.

Since this is the case, you can only kill it quickly!

On the street, the big man broke free from the wall, a pair of arms shrugged, obviously not lightly damaged, but I saw his qi and blood urging, his arms creaking, and soon returned to his previous appearance.

In this regard, Yi Changqing is not surprised.

This big man has already reached the realm of flesh and blood.

Naturally, such a thing as restoring the body is not a problem.

"It's just, next time, will you still recover?"

The corners of Yi Changqing's mouth rose, and then his gaze swept over the few people present.

An overwhelming sword force spread.

Everyone only felt that in a trance, this night sky seemed to be filled with swords, and the tips of these swords were aimed at them.

Cold, sharp, and extremely murderous makes people tremble.

"Ruthless character!"

The black-clothed swordsman's eyes flashed.

Unlike others, his eyes were full of war.

"Up!"

With a cold drink, except for the black-clothed swordsman, the other four people shot instantly, and the big man who practiced his body let out a long roar, and the long stick that was knocked away returned to his hand again, and his blood exploded, rushing out like a cannonball.

A young man holding an iron fan, when the fan in his hand was waved, the energy poured out one after another like a sharp wind blade.

The other warrior who was wrapped in a gray robe and couldn't see his appearance was some distance away from Yi Changqing, his hands slapped to the ground, and a large amount of white mist poured out from his sleeves, enveloping the street.

The last one was a long-haired bevelous young man dressed in purple.

His speed was no worse than the first hunchbacked old man who assassinated Yi Changqing, holding a blood-red soft sword in his hand, and when he wielded it, it was like a spirit snake flying in the air, wanting to strangle Yi Changqing.

Four killers, four directions, four different means of attack and kill!

There was only one person to be killed.

The cold killing intent filled this silent street.

In the Qizhen Building in the distance, the warriors who were unaware of the sound of dogs and horses suddenly felt that the air was cold, and the sky seemed to be colder.

"Sword Vortex!"

Yi Changqing's sword fingers condensed, and the sword qi surged to form a whirlpool.

The sword qi in the whirlpool swirled, turning into an invisible force field.

The iron rod was smashed down, and he was deflected by the sword qi.

The soft sword, which swims like a snake, is also difficult to approach.

Countless wind blades were dismantled one by one.

After dissolving the three oncoming attacks, Yi Changqing's sword qi turned, and the sword qi contained in the sword vortex suddenly condensed, turning into a sword shadow that reached the sky, and the target was directly aimed at the fan-wielding warrior in the air.

"Sword Annihilation!"

The shadow of the sword pierced straight out, stretching across the sky.

The face of the young man holding the fan changed, and he roared to urge all the spiritual power, and the iron fan in his hand waved, and a terrifying storm suddenly rolled out.

But the will to destroy contained in the sword shadow is too strong.

A sword came out and directly tore through the storm.

"Not good!"

The fan-wielding youth opened the fan to form a circular shield.

This fan is actually offensive and defensible.

But unfortunately, in the face of the destruction of the sword, the defense of this fan was too fragile, the sword shadow fell on the shield, and it exploded, the iron fan was shattered instantly, the fan bones were scattered, and the spirit weapon was scrapped.

Sword Shadow, directly bombard the fan-wielding youth!

"Kill one first. Yi Changqing chuckled.

At this time, the gray mist spread to Yi Changqing's side.

In the mist, a dark shadow flickered.

Yi Changqing casually struck out with a sword, instantly hitting the black shadow.

But the black shadow shattered, turned into a mist and dissipated directly, followed by one after another, countless black shadows.

"Oh, kind of a fantasy. ”

A black shadow came towards Yi Changqing.

It is said to be an illusion, but the lethality is real.

"The combination of virtual and real, it's a pity, it's useless for me. ”

"Then try it. ”

An old voice came from the gray mist.

It seems to come from all directions, making it difficult to make out the direction.

And then, countless black shadows killed Yi Changqing.

Yi Changqing pointed with his sword.

A strange fluctuation spread out around him, and the surrounding space condensed, and the space within a radius of several miles seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and the black shadows were stagnant in mid-air and difficult to move, and even the big men and demonic youths felt the pressure.

"It's the power of space!"

The old voice sounded again.

This time, the tone was mixed with an indescribable panic.

"Eight Directions of the Sword!"

Yi Changqing said lightly.

The boundless Dao rhyme of the sword instantly enveloped all directions, and the terrifying spatial pressure exploded, just like the big hand holding the space suddenly exerted force, and the invisible spatial power shattered countless black shadows.

In all directions, there is nothing to hide!!

With a scream, a figure emerged from the gray mist.

This person was the killer hidden in the mist, and at this time, the black robe on his body had been shattered, and inside was a skinny old man.

And this old man was howling miserably under the pressure of the boundless space sword at this time.

Even if he was urged by his spiritual power, it was difficult to resist.

Seeing this, Yi Changqing pointed his sword at him.

In an instant, the spatial sword pressure was pushed to the extreme, and with a bang, the old man's flesh and bones were all shattered, turning into a ball of blood foam and scattering......

"No, this person is too strong, we can't beat him!"

The big man who practiced the body and the demonic young man glanced at each other.

In an instant, they wanted to escape.

Yi Changqing was stronger than they could have imagined.

In a gesture, they killed two companions who were not weak, and if they continued to fight, it is estimated that they would only end up in the same situation.

"Run!!"

The big man who practiced the body, and the demonic young man fled from two directions.

Yi Changqing pointed with his sword.

The eight directions of the Xuantian Sword Technique are out again.

The boundless space sword pressure instantly enveloped these two people, and although the power was somewhat dispersed, it still restricted the movement of these two people.

With a wave of his long sleeves, a torrent of sword qi erupted.

The torrent divided into two paths in the void, one with a sharp storm and the other with a violent thunder, which fell on the big man and the demonic youth almost at the same time.

The demonic young man was shrouded in the storm of sword qi, no matter how he wielded his long sword, he was still strangled to death, and as for the big man who practiced his body, although he had flesh and blood derivation, in the face of the violent thunder, his flesh was almost shattered and decomposed, even if there was flesh and blood derivation, it would not help.

"Wind and thunder of the sword. ”

Yi Changqing's fingertips retracted his sword qi and said lightly.

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