I am the leader of the capital

It's just that the eyes of the public gradually became strange, because the cross-kill that Yun Qianyu showed was different from the cross-kill in the cross sword of the Divine Sword Sect.

The face of the white-clothed woman with fluttering skirts was covered with a veil, and her exposed eyes were as clear as autumn water. Many people noticed that her eyes didn't change at all when she killed people. They were completely cold eyes of a murderer.

There is only one silver sword, and seven or eight smoky white swords. The point of the sword is facing Gu Lingyuan like a sunflower. Although Gu Lingyuan is embarrassed, his eyes are getting brighter and brighter. Gu Lingyuan became more and more excited about Qianyu Excalibur.

Yun Qianyu slashed down with a sword with his left hand, and the young man in black blocked it with his horizontal sword. The woman in white clothes let go of the sword in her left hand, and the white sword shadow just floated there, and many swords floated in the air. In front of him, which one to use to hold which one, the unused sword still moves according to the original trajectory as if it has a soul.

The woman with a calm expression raised her right hand again with a sword, Gu Lingyuan defended again in a panic, the woman touched a sword in the air and swept again.

The beautiful figure in white clothes is full of floating swords in the front, top, left and right, messy but beautiful, the leisurely figure stretches out his hand again and again to grab the sword like a flower, and sweeps to the right when he touches the sword on the left , When you touch the sword above, you will chop down, and if you catch it in front of you, you will stab forward.

One move and one sword, floating sword shadows are everywhere in the messy space, time seems to be frozen, the figure walking inside grabs the sword according to the needs, no matter where the sword is after one move, or the left hand Holding the sword, or pinching it with the right hand, or both hands.

After performing the Thousand Feathers Excalibur Cross Kill, the blade moves from left to right, right to left, up and down, sometimes left and right together, or outward together.

Looking at the various swords floating in the air, Gu Lingyuan was already exhausted. He reluctantly made a formula, and his true energy burst out. He wanted to use the strongest sword. It still can't be lost, the last sword must be amazing, and it must show the foundation of the holy place of swordsmanship.

"A gentleman's sword."

Without anyone noticing, many ghosts appeared on the eaves on both sides of the street, some young or old, but all of them were people with huge aura.

The Thousand Feathers Excalibur appeared. These words were like the most delicious bait in the pond. Almost all the big fish in the capital came. As long as they were warriors, no one would not want to see what the Thousand Feathers Excalibur looked like.

Many martial arts veterans agree that the champion Hou was proficient in the Thousand Feather Excalibur, but no one has ever fought against him. Some people may have seen it on the battlefield, but they either just watched their backs or died under this sword technique. No one has ever seen the Thousand Feathers Excalibur.

At this time, looking at the figure in white clothes below, countless people's eyes narrowed into a line. Everyone knows that as long as this girl who is as beautiful as a snow-capped ice lotus does not die, then in another ten years, she will amaze the whole world, even after today. Her name will spread throughout every corner of the warrior.

"What do you think of the gentleman's sword?" A voice that was so hoarse as if a corpse spoke floated above the eaves.

Someone beside him said, "Old man, are you still alive?"

The hoarse voice said again: "If you say anything, I will burn paper on your grave before you die."

"Okay, I've been fighting for a lifetime, and most of my body is buried in the soil and I don't stop." The soft voice came from the direction of the palace, and all the figures upstairs on both sides of the street looked up in that direction, but the downstairs street But no one heard the voice.

This is the strength of the Mahayana. Although the division of the Mahayana depends on the attack power, the attack power is the use of internal force. It is not possible for every Mahayana to transmit the sound to the ears of every locked person through the internal force. of.

This is also the strength that the handprint eunuch who guards the palace shows to everyone. He uses his strength to warn all those who are restless. This is the imperial city, and the palace is in the middle, not a place for Xiaoxiao to run wild.

Zhou Nu, top killer list.

A figure in unadorned red clothes came from afar, like a ghost in the Book of Mountains and Seas, with his hands behind his back and his feet moving forward, his white hair fluttering in the wind like algae in the water.

Everyone was terrified, but the leader of the killer list in red and white hair stopped in the air and did not fall, just suspended in the air like a ghost, which made many old guys' eyes twitch. They knew that Zhou Nu was strong again .

"A gentleman's sword is the strongest sword in the world, but cross-killing is not like a move in the world." Zhou Nu said softly.

No one responded, I don't know if everyone agrees or if some people don't agree and dare not refute.

Like a response to Zhou Nu's words, the battle below is about to end.

A gentleman passes by with a sword, and a beauty is killed with a cross.

The sound of the sword falling to the ground pulled everyone's thinking back to reality. The masked figure in white slowly retracted his hand, the sword shadow suspended in the air disappeared, the white dragon sword returned to its scabbard, and Gu Lingyuan in black knelt down on the ground. On the ground, the right hand was bleeding profusely.

"Clap clap clap..."

Tears welled up in Zhou Nu's eyes, she clapped her plain white hands lightly, and murmured: "Wonderful, wonderful, the most exciting battle in 30 years, won by the cross."

Zhou Nu didn't control her voice, and everyone on the street looked up in horror, only to see strange figures on the roofs on both sides of the street, looking eagerly at the white-clothed figure on the street.

What made people even more flustered was the figure floating in the air, Zhou Nu, with her long hair dragging, and he was crying.

No one knew why he was crying, but there were a few old people who were thoughtful, 30 years, a very sensitive time for the empire, cross-kill, the last person who mastered him was the champion Hou Baidu'e.

The figure in red disappeared in an instant, and the street suddenly became noisy.

The people on the top of the building whispered and asked about the door of the white-clothed woman below. After knowing that they were from Xueyu Villa, many people fell silent.

However, the streets became noisy. Some people shouted that the sword with thousands of feathers is invincible, and that if you meet a god, you will kill a god, and you will kill a Buddha.

Some people are also curious about why Miss Zhou came here, how strong he is now, and why he can suspend in the air without any strength. His hair seems to have grown again, and it has changed from white to glowing. What does his words mean that there are tears? Why did he cry because of what, did it involve something about the champion Hou back then.

"Sun Qimiao is an old naughty boy. After all these years, I still think he is very wise and foolish, playing games in the world, but I didn't expect him to be so unreliable." A tall and thin man said angrily.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone immediately responded, and for a while Sun Qimiao, the head of the Excalibur Sect, became famous again.

A chivalrous woman next to her said disdainfully: "It's because he has the face to say that the name Cross Sword is because the imitation of cross killing in the new exercise is the best. Do you think his cross killing and this girl's cross killing are the same thing? ?”

"It's a ghost. It's even bigger than the difference between me and Mr. Qiu. At first I thought it was Qiu Chan, but I didn't expect it to be Qiu Zhu." A big fat man who looked like Maitreya Buddha squinted, stretched out his hand and gestured twice for the Excalibur Sect's cross kill.

"Hahaha……"

Immediately the crowd laughed, and an old man who looked like a hunter suddenly pointed at a man and said, "Aren't you from the Excalibur sect? What do you say about the fact that your head is thicker than the city wall?"

The crowd immediately shifted their gazes, and the man blushed and walked away dejectedly through the crowd, obviously ashamed of the Sect Leader's behavior.

The figures on the eaves also disappeared, going back and forth from where.

There were also a few people on the long street who were bustling for a while, with miserable faces, because their companions were in a hurry to play, and they were already cold at this time.

Gu Lingyuan in the arena stared blankly at his right wrist, his eyes were full of confusion. There was a deep wound there, which directly cut off the meridians in his hand. The body of a martial arts practitioner is strong, and the wound has solidified and stopped bleeding.

He didn't know what to do, but if he connected it, he would basically be unable to bear the burden in this life. A swordsman can't hold a sword in his hand, so the thirteenth disciple of Junzilou is a waste who can't use a sword.

Behind him, the woman in white turned around and walked around in front of him. She lowered her eyes and looked straight at his hand. After a long time, she stretched out her hand, holding a small note in her hand.

Gu Lingyuan, whose eyes were red, raised his head slowly. In such a short time, his neck became a little stiff. After moving his mouth, a hoarse voice came out of his throat, and he said dully: "What?"
"My son gave it to you." Yun Qianyu stretched out his hand to straighten the veil, and then lightly adjusted the position of the crown. There was a bit of chaos in the battle just now.

Gu Lingyuan stayed for a long time before reaching out his hand stiffly to catch the note.

Yun Qianyu turned around and left. A corpse blocked the way, so she stepped over without changing her expression. A passerby beside her turned red. He was a friend of the dead person, and said angrily:

"If a person is dead, can't he even get the last respect? Gu Lingyuan, if you don't kill him, you won't leave anyone who goes up to help him. Thanks to the fact that you came from Xueyu Villa and learned the Thousand Feather Excalibur, do you still bully the weak and fear the hard in the end?"

In everyone's eyes, the girl in white, whom Mr. Qiu called Jiufen Mingyue, turned her head coldly, flicked her fingers at the person who spoke, and suddenly a broad sword condensed with internal force pointed directly at the man.

Seeing that the man who opened his mouth was about to die under the sword, a kind-hearted monk next to him blocked him, and the two of them surged with anger and looked at Yun Qianyu with fear in their eyes. Generally speaking, how much pressure should the person who just fought against her have.

After snapping his fingers, Yun Qianyu lifted his foot to leave, took two steps, then turned his head and said, "You can repay any kind of revenge. He sent people to provoke him, so I picked him up, and the dead attacked me for no reason. , of course damn it."

The woman in white glanced around coldly again: "Don't look for trouble, you are not human, you are just a life, it can only be regarded as a number."

Immediately, the crowd glared at each other, but the veiled woman left without looking back, obviously not paying attention to anyone.

Gu Lingyuan, who knelt on the ground and stared at the small note in his hand for a long time, opened the note with one hand. After seeing the words on it, the boy in black spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Yun Musheng, you bastard."

The roaring young man punched the ground hard, and the note read impressively: "Now you know the consequences of provoking me, Yun Tomb, remind you to be careful, don't wander around in this life, you just won't listen .”