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A lot of people gathered in Qianqufang today, not only from Qianqu, but also the participating teams from Hongfu County next door, caravans from other counties, and casual cultivators who have traveled here to see the excitement.

The painters have special tables and chairs, occupying a position with a better view.

Girls waving flowers and colored silk crowded at the front of the crowd, vying to see the demeanor of the fairy officials.

Most of the elderly and women with children are in the rear, where the flow of people is relatively sparse.

Gorgeous and tall carriages, simple donkey carts, and ox carts pulling vegetables and grain are tied to the roadside piles. Some people lift the curtains of the cars and look up, or stand on the carts.

The hunting team disciples on duty on the roof looked down, and the whole Qianqufang looked like a pot of colorful and rich stew, but everything was exposed to the clear winter sun.

Blue sky and white sun, crowds of people.

The moment the knife lights up, people thought it was an impromptu show, a knife dance performance similar to the dragon and lion dance.

When everyone was stunned, Wei Ping flew towards Dao Guang.

He didn't use his sword to fight, and he used eighteen freezing talismans at a time.

The assassin instantly froze into an iceman, maintaining the movement of drawing the knife.

Wei Ping was still in shock and in a bad mood, and saw the assassin who looked like Lin Feiyuan emitting white smoke all over his body, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a light human-shaped paper-cut, which spontaneously combusted, leaving only a layer of flowered clothes on the ground.

"It's incarnation! It's not just Lin Feiyuan!"

Lin Feiyuan only knows how to use swords and swords, but not channeling skills.

Another saber light lit up behind Wei Ping, and he hastily turned around to parry.

At the same time, a shrill whistle sounded from nowhere.

The startled horses neighed beside the road, the horses raised their front hooves high, dozens of horses ran wildly, the houses collapsed, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Exclamations, shouts, and howls erupted together, the crowd ran wildly, and the scene was instantly chaotic.

Cars overturned, horses neighed, melons and fruits flew, fireworks exploded, and flames rushed.

Horses stomp people, cars hit people, people push people.

Zhou Xiaoyun hissed: "Protect Brother Song—"

Song Qianji stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, motionless like a mountain: "Go and clear the field."

His voice is not loud, but extremely majestic, beyond doubt.

Zhou Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and shouted: "The guards will clear the field with me!"

The guards turned their heads and scattered into the sea of ​​people. They reined in the mad horse, carried the fainted old man on their backs, and snatched the crying child from under the horse's hooves.

The protective array was opened, and the soft golden light shone on Qianqufang, slowing down all the impact force.

The outer disciples by the window and on the roof descended from the sky, extinguished the fire, and killed the paper figurines in the crowd.

The guards and the city defense team quickly organized, and order was restored in the arena. It seemed that they had rehearsed many times, and they evacuated nervously to the outside of the street under protection.

The blood-red eyes of the one-foot-tall startled horse pulled the carriage towards Song Qianji.

When the chariot driver drew his sword, the peddler carrying a shoulder pole, the rich businessman fleeing with his head in his arms, and the woman lifting her skirt moved at the same time. The panic expression on their faces disappeared, and they moved together, blocking the retreat of the immortal officials from front to back, from left to right.

Wei Ping turned his head, his eyes were about to split.

Who said that an assassination must be dark and stormy, with no one around?

Lin Feiyuan deliberately made Wei Ping think that he was the only assassin.

But an assassination is by no means a contest between two people.Both sides use their own means, strength, speed, supernatural powers, tricks, and give everything they have.

Song Qianji has no protection on all sides, only the enemy.

Cruel smiles flashed in the eyes of the four people, and suddenly a golden light flashed in front of them, stabbing like a blade in the air.

The bodies of the four people were pierced by golden light, and blood splattered everywhere.

The horse fell down, and the carriage fell violently, and there was a scream from inside the carriage, but there was no sound.

On the roof, Ji Chen's legs went limp, his hand holding the formation plate trembled violently, his face was as pale as paper: "It's dangerous, it's dangerous, four golden pills..."

His killing array can only be used once. When chaos occurs, he knows that he must kill the strongest assassin who hides the deepest at the most suitable time.

The bustling city, which was crowded with people just now, is in chaos and smoke billows in an instant.

The paper figurines were completely burned, most of the crowd evacuated, and the streets were vacated.Wei Ping flew towards Song Qianji at the fastest speed.

Now that the dust has settled, they have survived the catastrophe.

Someone is faster than Weiping, Ji Chen, and everyone in the escort team.

Unexpectedly, the carriage lying at Song Qianji's feet exploded, and a ray of light flew out.

The knife light illuminated Song Qianji's face.

Reflecting sunlight is very dazzling.

"Senior Brother Song!" Countless roars sounded almost simultaneously.

The strength of the blade formed a barrier, covering Song Qianji.

Blowing Song Qianji's black hair and brushing across his cheeks gave him a slight itch.He blinked, as if stabbed by the light of a knife.

The blade is wide and long. Such a knife has killed countless Nascent Souls, and it can cut a small mountain from it with a single stroke.

Song Qianji only stretched out one hand, and the drooping wide sleeves were blown up like flowers in the wind.

At the last moment, Lin Feiyuan remained calm and expressionless.

There is chaos in the downtown area, and people kill people in the chaos.

It is necessary to have a clear sky and a bright day, and it is necessary to be under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The drugged horse, the art of cutting paper to make a man, the groom, the peddler, the wealthy businessman, the woman, the rabbits rise and fall, all interlocking.

It's a pity that Song Qianji ordered to clear the field without hesitation. The chaos ended too quickly, otherwise they would have taken the lead.

But no one will be vigilant about the screaming carriage.No matter how deep Song Qianji thought, he would subconsciously think that it was a mortal who was accidentally injured.

When Lin Feiyuan was making a plan, someone asked him if it was necessary to do this?

Isn't it just to kill a little fairy official with a low cultivation level and a big backing?

Song Qianji looks like a protected person. He is good at farming and loves vegetation. No one has seen him make a move with his own eyes.

Lin Feiyuan will not be confused by these superficial phenomena. He firmly believes that those who can get a lot of respect and admiration cannot rely on virtue or kindness alone.

In other words, he doesn't believe in such things as "moral character", "kindness" and "convincing people with virtue".

The weaker Song Qianji became, the more vigilant he became.

If Song Qianji opened the treasure box and dropped a Huachun Mountain, how should he deal with it?

What about Qijueqin?What about using Dragon Slaying Formation?

No matter which sage's inheritance he uses, it must be a huge movement, earth-shattering, and it must be a big killing move if it is placed on the plain or in the clouds in the sky.

However, there are many tall buildings in Qianqufang, and crowds are swarming. When they are assassinated, people turn their backs on their backs.

Lin Feiyuan poured out all her spiritual energy and made the strongest strike.Although the knife is wide, it is fast enough.

The wind is surging, flying sand and rolling stones.

Song Qian's mobile phone was empty and stretched out a hand.

He moved his two fingers slightly, and flicked the blade with his bare hands.

"Zheng-"

The sound of gold and stone hitting each other sounded.

In an instant, the cold soaked through the limbs from the blade, and the assassin couldn't move.

Lin Feiyuan saw a light brighter than the sun, and felt the shadow of death and great terror.

The body of the knife was broken in the middle, and the bones of the right hand holding the knife were shattered from the fingers to the wrist.

Song Qianji only ejected a drop of water.

Before he went out this morning, in order to suppress the state, he compressed the saturated aura in the meridians a hundred times and condensed it into water.

"I hope nothing happens today, otherwise..." He looked at the assassin's horrified and unbelievable eyes, and completed the second half of the sentence in his heart,

"Bad luck for him."

Lin Feiyuan's life knife was destroyed, and she vomited blood and fled.

Wei Ping flew over: "Song Qianji!"

He forgot to call Mr. or Brother.

Song Qianji's combat power is powerful, unreasonably strong and unbelievably strong, beyond everyone's expectations.

He never expected, and the assassin never expected, that Lin Feiyuan would not be far away after the blockade and search...

"Be careful!" A strong force hit him, and he was pulled behind Song Qian's fuselage in an instant.

When the sword tip penetrated Song Qianji's body, and hot blood splashed on Wei Ping's face, Wei Ping realized what had happened.

An assassin does not have only one natal magic weapon.

Who would have thought that when Lin Feiyuan was seriously injured, he would pretend to run away and thrust out with a backhand sword.

It was Wei Ping who stabbed him.

This sword is silent, there is no leakage of spiritual energy, no sound of breaking the wind.

The sword body is pitch black, even under the scorching sun at noon, there is not a trace of light.

Bright sword, dark sword.

Blood drops rolled down Wei Ping's cheeks and eyebrows.

He heard Song Qianji's muffled groan, and when he saw the blood-stained figure standing in front of him, his whole body became cold and his pupils dilated.

Song Qian hit the sword.

It turned out that the last link in this assassination was himself.

Lin Feiyuan's natal sword was broken by Song Qianji, and she flew upside down, breaking the high platform.

The guards came from all directions.

Ji Chen's eyes were red, and the sword pressed on the back of the assassin's neck.

The assassin vomited blood on the ground, and was angrily pointed at by countless swords, but raised his eyes to Song Qianji's direction with complicated eyes.

It seems to ask him why he is merciful, and would rather save the enemy's life than his own injury.

"Don't do anything." Song Qianji said, pulling back the crazy Wei Ping with one hand.

This sword could not hurt him.

The assassin had the means to disguise his face, but when Song Qianji recognized the sword, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly stopped and changed his tactics.

It is Lin Feiyuan's "Dark Sword".He didn't want to kill this man.

Wei Ping's face was pale, trembling all over: "You, are you alright?!"

Song Qianji didn't care: "Flesh wounds."

Under the nourishment of the undead spring, the body does not even bleed.

Song Qianji walked towards Lin Feiyuan: "Bring me back to the Song Court."

If anger could kill, Lin Feiyuan and his accomplices would have died thousands of times, instead of being crushed like dead dogs.

Lin Feiyuan's voice was hoarse, and she stared at Song Qianji: "The winner is the king and the loser, if you want to kill, you can kill, if you want to chop, you can chop..."

The bones of his arms were broken, and his lungs were seriously injured. Every time he said a word, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, but he still raised his head and sneered: "Why do you have to be hypocritical?"

Familiar eyes, familiar expressions.

Song Qianji frowned, turned around and left: "Treat him."

"Senior Brother Song, this person..." Wei Ping chased after him, but was interrupted.

Song Qianji turned a deaf ear, strode forward, and shouted loudly:

"Who wants to kill me, come with a sword, I'll wait—"

The wound on his shoulder burst open, and blood dripped down on the bluestone slab.

The voice echoed in the smoky long street, came out of Qianqufang, and spread farther away.

Wei Ping had never seen Song Qianji speak loudly.

Ji Chen, Zhou Xiaoyun, Xu Wangshan, Qiu Dacheng, and even every outer disciple had never seen Song Qianji like this.No matter answering questions, drawing symbols, playing chess, or farming, he is always gentle and always has a smile in his eyes.

The long street was silent, except for Song Qianji's stern voice, like the sound of thunder.

Everyone was stunned.Who is he talking to?

Why was he calm, steady, leeway, and measured when he shot, but suddenly became angry at this moment.

"boom!"

A real blast of thunder.

The sky dimmed suddenly, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth was chaotic, and the robbery clouds gathered.

Song Qianji's emotions moved, his breath soared into the sky, and his cultivation could no longer be suppressed.

The purple lightning is like a long dragon, passing through the tumbling black clouds.

Thunder Tribulation has arrived!