After becoming the paranoid sword spirit

The decisiveness of shaking his head caught people off guard.

Jiang Yansheng's face was half swollen, and after seeing Gu Qingyun's resolute denial, he let out a "woo-woo" moan. The pitiful appearance really made those who watched it cry and those who heard it were sad.

Gu Qingyun looked at the sky, pretending not to see it.

When the man in black saw this scene, he laughed fiercely, and said in a strange way: "Whether you recognize him or not, come and capture him alive!"

The one he pointed at was Gu Qingyun.

Gu Qingyun cursed bad luck in his heart, it was really troublesome things one after another.

You could hear the "crackling" burning sound from the house on the side, and the sparks fluttered along with the dust and smoke. Gu Qingyun stood upright, pulled out the sword at his waist, and said with curved lips: "Catch me? Are you sure? "

A fierce fire was burning behind him, and his long hair was blown by the hot wind, as if being burned by a raging fire. Sparks splashed to the hem of his clothes, scalding gray flowers.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Qingyun was surrounded by a group of masked people.

Agni fire, bright moon, cool breeze.

The man in black tightened his throat—in the face of adversity, he would rather bend than bend, such a beauty would soon be subdued by him, bent down, and would stain his body with his own hands. Thinking of this, his greedy eyes became even more naked .

When Jiang Yansheng saw Gu Qingyun pull out the sword, his eyes flashed with anticipation. That time he waited for a long time in front of the old ancestral house, and he didn't leave in a depressed mood until the attendants told him that the sword spirit had left.

Just a few days later, these masked men came over, killing, burning, kidnapping, looting, and doing everything!

Not only was the force powerful, but the methods were also extremely bad, which caught them off guard, and the ancestor of the Jiang family they called for help at a critical moment, for some reason, at this time, the ancestor disappeared without a trace.

The masked people were looking for something, and finally set their sights on Jiang Yansheng, and decided to sacrifice him to the Demon Lord.

Not long after, Gu Qingyun appeared.

One person, one sword, deal with it calmly.

Jiang Yansheng didn't know his strength, but he thought to himself that he must have some strength if he was so calm.

So there was anticipation in his eyes.

Gu Qingyun naturally saw the expectation in Jiang Yansheng's eyes, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly. He thought that there would be more than 200 people at most, but he didn't expect nearly a thousand people to come in the end. What to do, he wanted to surrender...

In the eyes of others, the twitching corner of his lips has become...

Masked Man: Damn, you are mocking us!

Jiang Yansheng: The sarcasm on this face is really handsome!

"Kill! Kill!"

"kill!!!"

Hearing this voice, Jiang Yansheng began to feel worried about Gu Qingyun, so he saw the hazy glint in Gu Qingyun's eyes again.

Is it...

Yes……

Worried about yourself?

Jiang Yansheng's winter-like heart was injected with a warm current, but Gu Qingyun fell into despair when he saw the masked men swarming up.

Fuck, why are there so many people? ! !

Originally, he thought that killing people and silencing them was a sneaky thing, so not too many people would come, but after seeing so many masked people beside him, Gu Qingyun's heart fell into ashes.

His eyes even started to blur.

The sword in his hand kept waving, unknown whose blood splashed on his face, the aura in his body was gradually losing, and those masked men replaced the previous ones, as if they would never finish.

The Qingshuang sword was kicked away by someone, the masked man had joy in his eyes, just about to catch him, but was wiped by the turned back sword on his neck.

The man in black who stood watching from a distance had a guess that slowly crossed his mind, and took out a string of bells from his arms, which were strung together with silver chains. When they collided together, it became a kind of torture for Gu Qingyun.

A strange Sanskrit sound rang from the bell, and Gu Qingyun half-kneeled on the ground weakly.

what is that?

When the man in black saw this scene, his eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly: "God help me, I didn't expect it to be a sword spirit!"

The masked man retreated, and the man in black scanned Gu Qingyun's whole body with more greedy eyes, as if he was about to swallow him alive, and smiled triumphantly: "If you want to be my sword spirit, I can make you suffer less .”

Gu Qingyun fell into silence.

He always felt that to be this person's sword spirit, besides murder and arson, he had to face other things that violated the heavenly relationship. Evil promotes good justice.

Gu Qingyun said, "I'll do it!"

When Jiang Yansheng heard this sentence, he couldn't believe his ears at all, and yelled sadly: "I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

And the expression on the face of the man in black not only didn't improve, he was even a bit colder. He didn't want to hurt Gu Qingyun's face, but he stretched out one foot to step on the back of the other's hand, and sneered: "You did a good job, what do you think? I don't know what you are thinking? It seems that you are toasting and not eating or drinking!"

Gu Qingyun resisted the pain on the back of his hand, and tentatively said: "Then I won't do it?"

The look on the face of the man in black was even uglier, and he said with a bit of violence in his tone: "Since you don't want to be my sword spirit, then what's the use of me keeping you?!"

Gu Qingyun: "..." If you don't do it, you can't do it, and if you do it, you can't do it!

What do you want me to do?

Then Gu Qingyun saw that the man in black took out the bell in his arms again and rang it.

The sound of the bell was clear and sweet, and it fell in Gu Qingyun's ears, but it was a note of death. It made him feel severe pain all over his body, especially his chest, as if something was about to shatter.

Could it be that his heart was about to be shattered?

The man was still shaking, as if the pain on Gu Qingyun's face was a stimulant to him, making the excitement in his eyes more obvious.

After vomiting a mouthful of blood, Gu Qingyun choked on his own blood and coughed. His whole body was drenched as if he had been thrown into the water. Phantoms had already begun to appear in his eyes, and the sound of a crack in the heart in his chest could be faintly heard in his ears.

"...Don't shake it anymore." Gu Qingyun's whole body convulsed, his eyes darkened, his voice was hoarse and weak.

The eyes of the man in black became brighter and brighter. Seeing Gu Qingyun in pain, he became more and more excited.

"Lord, it's snowing." A masked figure behind him stretched out his hand, and a few snowflakes fell into his hand.

The snow was just a few flakes at the beginning, but after a while, the fierce flames that were still burning just now were extinguished. The masked man was blinded by the wind and snow, but the snow was getting bigger and bigger.

The man in black stopped the bell in his hand, and the masked man with weak spiritual power even began to shiver uncontrollably.

When the man in black heard his subordinates say it was cold, he felt that his subordinates could not bear to face the hypocrisy of this scene, but later he also realized that it was a bit cold, and then realized that something was wrong with the snow.

"May I ask who is the master?" He pulled out the sword at his waist, and there was a constant "swipe" sound in the snow. Everyone looked around vigilantly until there was the sound of footsteps next to their ears, and the sound was very soft. , It is the slight hoarseness of the shoes stepping on the snow.

In the distance, a white figure can be seen slowly coming from the snow. The man is holding a 24-section fishbone umbrella in his hand, and the hem of his clothes is gently swaying with the cold wind.

The masked man could see that this man had no aura to speak of, he was just an ordinary mortal, probably a pretender who appeared somewhere, and said with a sneer, "Lord, why don't we take him..."

He was still talking, but everyone around him understood what he meant.

Although they knew that this person had no aura, the masked people were still cautious and surrounded him quietly. The person seemed to be unaware and just walked towards Gu Qingyun's direction.

With an order, the masked people swarmed up. There were so many of them, no matter how weird the other party was, they could consume him to death.

No one could see how the man made the attack. The masked people only felt a chill on their necks, and then lost consciousness.

The sword in the man in black's hand fell to the ground in fright.

In the blink of an eye, he still obeyed his orders, and now there are only corpses left on the ground. He has always been a hero, and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, saying: "I am willing to swear with my heart demon that I will repay the real man in the future. I beg the real person to spare my life!"

When he killed someone, he only felt joy in his heart, but now that he knew that his life was not guaranteed, he felt fear in his heart.

There was a dagger hidden in the sleeve, this dagger was given to him by the Demon Lord, of course he couldn't really believe that the man would let him go, so he planned to sneak attack when the man was not paying attention.

But he didn't expect that his fingers didn't listen, and after pulling out the dagger in his sleeve, he actually stabbed himself in the chest, and the blood poured down violently, falling on the white snow, like silent rhododendrons.

"You are...you are Ji—"

Blood was spitting out of his mouth, and before he died, he finally remembered who that person was, but it was too late, and his eyes stared at the pure white back.

The snow was still falling quietly, without making a sound, but Gu Qingyun's chest didn't hurt anymore in the snow.

The man stopped in his tracks, white and transparent snowflakes bloomed randomly on the hem of his clothes with the breeze, through the snow curtain, Gu Qingyun saw the pair of glass-colored eyes that had always been calm in his impression.

He was surprised but also very happy.

As the cold wind blew, the man stretched out his bony right hand to him, and his fingers appeared sickly pale in the snow.

Owner!

Gu Qingyun also stretched out his hand and ran towards him cheerfully.

The joyful heart stopped abruptly.

Smelling a burst of cold plum fragrance at the tip of his nose, Gu Qingyun was startled to see the fishbone umbrella landed in the snow, turned it around gently, and then turned it around again.

He was hugged tightly by that person, and the other person's hoarse and deep voice came from his ear.

"Where do you want to go this time?"

What happened? ! !

Stop master!

What exactly are you trying to do with a sword? ! !