Xie Qianchou ignored him, and before continuing to express his indignation, he said in a deep voice: "In the past few years, I have traveled south and north, gone through countless hardships, and practiced martial arts diligently, just to defeat you. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is the so-called stupid bird flies first, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, honed day and day, night and night, and martial arts are naturally refined. And you are completely different, you become a hero admired by everyone in the rivers and lakes, you don't have to waste your heart, there are filial sons and grandsons who obediently take out their own year's harvest to honor you, so that you mistakenly think that you are the only one in this world, so, every day in your gun and flower villa, every day singing and dancing and rising to the night drunk gold fan, as the so-called do not advance, retreat, so, you will die under my sword sooner or later. ”

Qiu Wanqian shook his hand, and the sword blade inserted on the cliff rose in response, spun in a circle in mid-air, and swooped into a stone tablet in front of the Three Pagoda Temple.

The sword rises, the snow flies, and the earth flies.

The sword passed by, and a wine jar gradually emerged.

Qiu Wanqian bent down, lifted the wine jar, and said with a smile while patting the mud seal: "Five years ago, we were a fellow martial arts scholar here to discuss swords, and I once again seized the throne of the leader of the martial arts alliance with the soul breaking spear, and I was drunk here for a day and a night, but the wine was still not finished. We buried the rest of the wine under this stone tablet and waited until five years later when the new leader of the Martial Arts Alliance was elected. Celebrate the new martial arts alliance leader's wine first, and now, I wish you success in killing me...... On the hundredth time, hahaha......"

Speaking of this, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked at the front and back and left and right in a daze, and said lightly: "Oh-where is that precious apprentice of yours...... To be honest, I think he's a lot more fun and cuter than you. Although it is as unserious as you, at least it is more honest than you. Unlike you, an old beggar, in order to hide the sense of loss that he had been defeated by my gun twenty-nine times, he actually gave himself the nickname of 'relieving a thousand sorrows', ha, I am a drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows, but you are a defeat to relieve a thousand sorrows, hahaha......"

While he was laughing, Xie Qianchou began to draw his sword.

His sword, in the snow and sunlight, reflects the loneliness of the day and the loneliness of the night.

Lonely, lonely.

In the rivers and lakes, the most mentioned thing is always loneliness.

Lonely as the wind, lonely as snow......

The blue shirt entered the customs, the lone knife carved wood, and Li Xunxian, who met his old lover who had become a sister-in-law under a red plum tree, was like this......

As lonely as the ice and snow in the distant mountains, as lonely as a meteor on a cold night, a collared white shirt in the ice and snow, blowing not snow but blood blowing snow at Ximen, is like this......

A sword comes from the west, flying immortals outside the sky, and all the desires and ambitions are stripped out of Ye Gucheng at the top of the Forbidden City and under the full moon, is like this......

Even the warm and moist Hua Manlou, the honest monk who never lies, the wooden Taoist who has one chess book and two swords and three swords, and Lu Xiaofeng who has no heart and four eyebrows...... It's also like that.

In the future, only the rivers and lakes are there, as long as the predecessors and rookies who want to enter the rivers and lakes become kings and heroes, this kind of loneliness and snow will always exist.

The black iron sword of hatred and sorrow danced in the snow and sun.

Every sword is like a dance of light, and every sword is like snow melting.

Is it the person waving the sword, or is the sword waving the person? Is it Qiu Wanqian who is waving the sword when he looks at Xie Qianchou, or is it Qiu Wanqian himself waving the sword? Is it Xie Qianchou who has traveled thousands of miles to swing his sword from Yunfeng to the top of the mountain, and a collared robe dances from ivory white to rose ash, or is Qiu Wanqian waving his spear forward for this martial art, for this sword, for this martial arts and rivers and lakes, from the bank of the Nanshui River to the mountain of the spring sky, and from the Yan Winter dance to the south of the Yangtze River......

Qiu Wanqian suddenly felt that life was like a dream, and life was like a gun.

His man is his gun.

As soon as his soul-breaking gun came out, it was like a building ship in the night snow, and the dragon fought in all directions.

He wants to use his gun to split the years, split all the streamers, and turn into a sword like a dream in the thirtieth sword that dances to relieve Qianchou.

What about victory, what about defeat, abandon life and forget death, and try the sword with your body.

The guns are like a cluster of ice......

The sword that relieves a thousand sorrows is like a ball of fire......

One is colder than ice.

One is hotter than fire.

In this short period of time, they have already exchanged thirteen moves.

Among these thirteen moves, there are spring flowers, summer fire, autumn frost, and long songs in the snow......

Taken together, these thirteen moves are the essence of the "Thirteen Styles of Iron Sword" - the essence of the sword technique of relieving a thousand sorrows.

"Confrontation", "Riding Out", "Sharp Dew", "Saving the Rain", "Hitting the Lamp", "Breaking the Armor", "Bird Crossing", "Destroying the City", "Burning the Sky", "Burning Star", "Broken Soul", "King's Landing", "Yijian".

As soon as the "Yi Sword" came out, it actually killed the enemy with a shot...... Rack up!

However, Xie Qianchou forgot one thing.

-- The nickname of Qiu Wanqian.

-- Guns and flowers.

-- There are no traces of the spear, and there are thorns between the flowers.

-- The gun is a soul-breaking gun, and the flower is a hidden weapon hidden in the gun.

-- If the guns of the thousands of enemies are like the Yangtze River, surging endlessly, opening and closing widely, then his flowers are like needles hidden in the cotton, and the killing moves are invisible.

Although the sword that relieved Qianchou blocked Qiu Wanqian's killer shot, he forgot the thorns that Qiu Wanqian suddenly threw out of his sleeve.

The thorn pierced into the neck of Xie Qianchou.

The thorn is small, but the blood is like an infusion.

Xie Qianchou's legs weakened, and he suddenly fell to his knees.

And Qiu Wanqian turned the handle of the gun and slammed it heavily into Xie Qianchou's chest.

Poof――

A mouthful of blood gushed out.

The whole person also knelt there, gulping and wearing a rough mouth: "You ......"

Qiu Wanqian said: "Do you want to say that I am despicable and actually use a secret weapon." ”

Xie Qianchou said: "You...... It's amazing. Unexpectedly, not only are you like a god in marksmanship, but you are also able to use the thorns. Since it's a duel, I can use a sword, you can use a gun, and of course you can use a hidden weapon. You can dodge my sword, and I dodge your gun but can't dodge your hidden weapon, I'm not as good as others. ”

Qiu Wanqian said: "So, you accept it." ”

Xie Qianchou pulled out the thorns on his legs, wiped the blood stains on his mouth with his sleeve, coughed a few times painfully, and said with a disdainful face: "Hmph, let me be convinced, it's still early, fight again, look at the sword!"

However, as soon as his sword was pierced, he saw that the tip of the Soul Breaking Spear had already cut through his neck, cutting a long scar.

And the tip of the spear was pressed against his chest, where his heart was.

Qiu Wanqian looked at him and sneered: "What about now? admit defeat or not?"

Xie Qianchou struggled to squeeze out a smile and shook his head.

Qiu Wanqian said: "You are really a stone in a pit." ”

Xie Qianchou said: "You don't understand the thoughts of our people at all. ”

Qiu Wanqian frowned and said, "What?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the head of the gun that Qiu Wanqian was holding on his chest, and stabbed it hard at the moment when he was surprised.

Qiu Wanqian's hand holding the gun suddenly trembled, and he said in a deep voice: "What are you doing here?"

Xie Qianchou just laughed, laughing indifferently, laughing inexplicably.

Qiu Wanqian held back his anger and said, "Old beggar, you know that I won't kill you, so why do you deliberately send you to death?"

Xie Qianchou held the head of the gun, and he was still stabbing the head of the gun deeper into his chest.