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Sleepless all night, Qinglin opened his eyes in the early morning, a flash of divine light flashed, the little guy who was sleeping next to him seemed to feel something, sleepy eyes opened a pair of small eyes, looked around a little blankly, and then fell asleep.

Looking at the cute appearance of the little guy, Qinglin smiled slightly, stretched his waist, and then picked up the little guy and put it on his shoulder, and then walked out of the inn.

Now he is a celebrity in Yongzhou City, and many monks smile when they see Qinglin, and some even come forward to say hello.

"Brother Qinglin, morning, I don't know what I plan to do today!" a young man stepped forward to greet him, his tone gentle and smiling.

But at the moment when the man approached Qinglin, a peerless sword blade, green as water, swallowed the sword, pointed directly at Qinglin's head, and there was no way to avoid it, this is a lore!

No one would have thought that Qinglin had just ended the war yesterday, and with such a prestige, there would be such a change, and the means of coming to the sky were able to restrain all his killing intent, and he was obviously a real killer.

The sudden attack made many people who originally wanted to come forward to greet them feel cold, who can avoid such an assassination? The person who was still gentle with you a moment ago, in the next breath, the sword blade had already stabbed in front of the head.

And the long sword is sharp and ruthless, pay attention to one blow to kill, if it is stabbed, it will inevitably be destroyed, and there is no reason for survival, obviously the man is also a very experienced killer.

"Babble!"

The little guy also felt the killing intent, and danced his little paws angrily, and with a strong wave of the endless grass and trees around him, he shattered and blocked such a blow.

It's a pity that the killer is hunting in white, like a flying immortal outside the sky, the peerless sword in his hand is endless, one sword can't succeed, and the other sword is handed out again, cutting off a lock of Qinglin's hair, almost stabbing the skull.

At this critical moment, Qinglin's body bent down, his slightly bent body burst out with strong and powerful force, his big hand clenched into a fist, and his eyes gloomy his eyes burst out with a punch.

The fist bombarded away, blocking this sword, and the peerless edge slashed to his side, but this was not over, it was not only this one who shot together, but the other long sword also broke through the limit speed and stabbed at Qinglin's head, this sword, the blade of the sword had already touched his skin and bones.

"Brush!"

Qing Lin's figure changed instantly, and the killing god step changed under his feet, and Qing Lin's figure could dodge this blow.

However, on his forehead, a bun was cut off by the edge of the long sword, and bright red blood dripped down little by little.

But this assassination is still not over, the third killer has been hiding in the void, although the first two failed, but they forced Qinglin to an excellent position, a long sword falling from the sky has been stabbed, about to pierce his head. Time seemed to freeze, everyone held their breath, everyone's eyes widened and nervously watched.

Is such a powerful young man going to be attacked and killed here?

This kind of assassination is too terrifying, it is difficult for anyone to avoid the past, and the incomparable way of killing is really a holy art of killing! And the three of them shoot together and there are almost no dead ends to dodge, once they are glued, they are doomed to death.

Time seemed to stand still, Qinglin's body suddenly stopped, his eyes closed, such a scene surprised everyone, closing his eyes at such a time, isn't it equivalent to suicide?

A touch of magic crossed in his heart, the longitudinal sword technique has always been Qinglin has not really comprehended, he has always stayed at the point of moving like the wind, not that he is unwilling to cultivate, but he can't understand it later, but at this moment he seems to feel something, his body becomes floating like a cloud at this moment, moving in the direction of the sword qi, like a cloud between heaven and earth, any bombardment can only flow from his side.

The third peerless sword blade assassination passed by Qinglin's side, although it cut through the skin and a little blood splattered, but it failed to penetrate.

At this time, Qinglin's state was very wonderful, as if between nothingness, he was like a cloud in the sky, floating like an ethereal spirit, and the whole person was suspended.

At this critical moment, he comprehended the second level of swordsmanship, and reversed the death with incredible means and escaped death.

The peerless blade could only slash through his skull, but it didn't pierce his body. Feeling such a magical power, Qinglin fell into an epiphany, but the instinct of his body was to launch a counterattack.

"Brush!"

In such a state, Qinglin's god-killing steps became extremely terrifying, and his body not only became very fast, but also very elegant, making people not know where they appeared.

Everyone gasped, they didn't expect Qinglin to be so good, dodging the killer blow and cracking the deadlock.

"Boom!"

Qing Lin didn't say anything, holding the blood-colored long sword, and shot directly. He had never suffered such a big loss since he had achieved cultivation, and his head was almost cut off. If it weren't for the fact that he comprehended the swordsmanship at this moment, then this time he would have really been planted here.

At this time, he didn't need to think much to know who it was, they were the "silver line" people, he had been patronized several times along the way, and each time it was stronger and stronger, and now this time it was already three seed-level young killers.

Among the three killers, the first to strike were the two men in gray and the last to strike was a woman in white, all three of them were shrouded in mist, but they were not very old, they were like ghosts of hell, and they couldn't feel any fluctuations in divine power.

The first-line god is in charge of killing the creatures of heaven and earth in his thoughts, and in order to comprehend the avenue, they take over the assassination task is secondary, and the main purpose is to hone themselves, and it will not be much higher than the cultivation of the assassination target.

Now that three seed-level killers have been dispatched, I have to say that the first line of heaven attaches more and more importance to Qinglin.

"Kill!"

Qinglin's face was cold, anyone who was assassinated just after going out, after almost dying, he would be extremely angry, and he would kill him with a wave of the blood sword, and now he has a stronger killing intent than people in the world, and the other party really shot at him, if it wasn't for his quick response, he would have died at this moment.

"Dang!"

The blades collided, sparks flew everywhere, and the swords rushed into the sky.

The two men in gray flew upside down, and at the same time, the woman in white was like a thin smoke, disappearing in an instant, they retreated with one blow, failed to attack, did not stop at all, and retreated decisively.

"I want to leave, it's not that easy, I really thought my life was so easy to kill!"

Qinglin's eyes were like knives, extremely sharp, like killing gods, his hair was dripping with blood, his eyes were like cold lightning, and he chased and killed with a bloody sword. At this moment, everyone was shocked, because they couldn't see the two men in gray and the woman in white, and their figures disappeared.

However, Qinglin is like a psychic, the long sword is directed, the edge is exposed, and he always points in one direction, it is obvious that he has locked the three powerhouses of the first line of heaven.

"Where are the people?"

"How could he see it, and why couldn't we find out?"

Many people had to exclaim, and some people were even more chilled, if they were assassinated by such a person, how could they avoid it?

Everyone felt chills all over their bodies, and it would be really terrifying to be targeted by a glimmer of heaven.

Qinglin's spiritual sense was able to perceive the trajectory of the three powerhouses, not to mention that he had just comprehended the second level of the sword technique, and the whole person's divine thoughts increased greatly, and the little changes around him were all visible at a glance, and finally locked on the backward man in gray, and also stared at the woman in white who had fled.

"Boom!"

The blood sword in Qing Lin's hand danced lightly, and the blood-red sword was as soft as a cloud, and it didn't seem to have any lethality.

"Dang!"

The gray-clothed man was forced to resist, and waved the killing sword in his hand, slashing at the blood-colored sword of Qinglin, the sound seemed to pierce through the golden cracked stone, and the sword roared in the sky.

However, the blood sword shook lightly, and there was some incomparably magical power, and the blood-red sword slashed like a breeze, leaving a small mark on the throat of the gray-clothed man.

A corpse fell into the air, his puzzled eyes revealing his bewilderment.

Qinglin couldn't help but sigh, the improvement of swordsmanship has brought about the growth of his strength, and the power of the clouds far exceeds that of the wind.