"Who dares to ruin my master's elegance? Don't you want to live anymore?" A sharp man's voice came from the private room that was damaged by Sun Xiu, and then a dirty riding boot stepped on Sun Xiu's hand without hesitation.

on the corpse.

"Fan Qingteng." Hua Yuxi obviously recognized the person in the private room and immediately became nervous.

"Oh, who do I think it is? It turns out to be our traitor Hua Jia Jia." Fan Qingteng's voice was full of contempt, and then Lan Qiao saw a short, dark-faced man appear behind the door that was knocked open.

Fan Qingteng is short in stature, and his facial features are squeezed together in an extremely uncoordinated manner. His skin is covered with wrinkles, like a huge, dark wrinkled pea. His round head is shiny, with only a few silver-gray hair stuck together.

, like a little old man, with black hair growing on his face like steel needles, not to mention that the girl is unwilling to serve, even Lan Qiao felt sick in his heart when he saw it.

Although Lan Qiao was not used to judging others based on their appearance, he was still shocked when he first saw this gentleman. He secretly thought that this gentleman must be very unpopular, and everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, would like to avoid him.

Presumably, it was precisely because of this that he became accustomed to hanging around brothels in search of the tenderness of girls.

But I saw him standing arrogantly at the door of the private room, holding a girl's neck under his arm. The girl had long hair and was tall. If she stood up straight, she would be much taller than Fan Qingteng, but at this time

I had to bend down and kneel uncomfortably, and even put on a sweet smile, so as not to offend this distinguished guest who was arrogant on the outside and had low self-esteem on the inside.

Hua Yuxi's face was filled with uncertainty. She hesitated and said, "Sun Xiu and I have a personal grudge. I didn't mean to disturb Mr. Fan. I'll leave now." She didn't want to get entangled with Fan Qingteng too much and wanted to get out as soon as possible, so she had no choice but to leave.

Temporarily submissive.

"Wait a minute." Fan Qingteng stared and said, "Is it that easy to leave? I'm scared to death from you."

Hua Yuxi bowed to Fan Qingteng from a distance: "Master Fan has a lot of people, how can he let us go?"

Fan Qingteng laughed strangely, pushed the girl beside him away, waved to Hua Yuxi and said, "Come and accompany me."

"You fucking fart!" Before Hua Yuxi could say anything, Lan Qiao had already dashed out, and the flowing light sword turned into a giant and stabbed straight into Fan Qingteng's wrinkled pea-like head.

"Well done!" Fan Qingteng let out a long laugh and pulled out two long-handled sickles from under the cushions on the side. The blades were slender and thin, resembling a mantis.

"Be careful, Fan Qingteng's nickname is 'Longxi Evil Ghost'. This is his mantis sword technique." Now that Lan Qiao has taken action, Hua Yuxi no longer talks to Fan Qingteng and directly reminds Lan Qiao: "He strikes quickly, and the sword

Lu Gui, sir, be careful."

"I got it." Lan Qiao slipped his feet, stepped on a bench beside him and jumped into the air. The Flowing Light Sword used the most powerful offensive among the nine types of dawn, in order to defeat the opponent in a short time, and then

He Huayuxi fled away.

A fierce look flashed in Fan Qingteng's eyes, and the two long-handled scythes, one after the other, crashed into the sword light of Lanqiao.

He has a profound knowledge of this pair of strange weapons, and the timing and angle of his attacks are just right. The sword in his left hand collides with Lan Qiao's flowing light sword, and the sword in his right hand hooks towards Lan Qiao's wrist, causing the sword to hit Lan Qiao's wrist.

Lanqiao is in a dilemma.

I don't know how many famous players were defeated by this move of his, either losing their weapons or having their wrists cut off, and all ended up miserable.

Lan Qiao is an unusually good player. After he broke through the fourth level of Qiankun Jue, his inner strength and pure Qi have surpassed most swordsmen of the same age. If coupled with the accumulation of Qi Excitation,

Even top players like An Xiaohan dare not underestimate him.

So when he faced Fan Qingteng's double hook, not only did he not feel afraid, but he felt a sense of ridicule that the opponent's skills were weak. At that moment, he gathered a little more skill and prepared to use concentration to disperse and directly break the opponent's left hand.

knife.

There was a sound of "dang", and the swords struck each other. Lan Qiao originally thought that the opponent's true energy was scattered on the left and right swords. Even if 70% of the force was in his left hand, he would never be able to compete with his sword. Who knew that Fan Qingteng's

The sword in his left hand was as motionless as if it were made of copper and iron, and it also produced a counter-shock force that made his jaw numb.

If you extrapolate from this, the depth of Fan Qingteng's skills is too unexpected.

Lan Qiao underestimated his opponent's skill. Before he could think about it, the long-handled mantis knife in Fan Qingteng's right hand had already struck at his right wrist holding the sword like lightning. If he were hit by this knife, Lan Qiao's right hand would not be safe.

It was too late, but it was faster than that, but with a flash of golden shadow, Hua Yuxi's cross golden feather caught Fan Qingteng's right hand knife at this critical moment, pulling him to a halt, allowing Lan Qiao to take the opportunity to escape.

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Lan Qiao broke into a cold sweat, and then made a new assessment of the "Longxi Evil Ghost" he had never heard of before: "His Mantis Sword Technique is a typical outer martial art, focusing on form rather than meaning. Unexpectedly,

He has such profound inner strength."

"He was originally a second-rate master, and he did some despicable things in Longxi. His internal skills only improved by leaps and bounds recently when he came to the Central Plains." Hua Yuxi put the cross golden feather back into her sleeve, picked up the blue bridge and said hurriedly, "I don't have time to talk to you now.

If you say more, let's leave quickly."

"Where to run?" Fan Qingteng was unyielding and chased after him brandishing a pair of mantis knives.

Lan Qiao lost face in that move just now, and felt angry in his heart. He shook off Hua Yuxi's hand and said, "I underestimated him just now. It's not like I can't beat him."

Before Hua Yuxi had time to react, Lan Qiao rushed forward again. This time he used a move called Yunzhan Xiawei, and the flowing light sword drew a strange arc almost close to the ground, attacking Fan Qingteng's lower body.

Fan Qingteng's left and right knives struck down one after another, and the tips of the knives hit Lan Qiao's back like two pointed awls, which was extremely vicious.

If he were to hit me, I'm afraid the mantis knife would be nailed to the ground, like a pierced butterfly.

Fortunately, Lan Qiao had made sufficient preparations this time. When he was halfway, he suddenly started spinning like a top, and the flowing light sword also turned from a little light into a dazzling huge ball of light, protecting his entire body in the shadow of the sword.

middle.

Xia fills the east.

Hua Yuxi had personally experienced the power of this move when she fought against Lan Qiao for the first time. Now when she sees this move again, doesn't she feel emotional in her heart?

The mantis sword fell into the shadow of the sword, and there were only two crisp sounds of "ding, ding, ding". Fan Qingteng wanted to use his internal force to blow away Lan Qiao's sword, but he felt that the flowing light sword was so light and unforced, as if he had hit the cotton with all his strength.

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At the same time, Lan Qiao, who was going all out, showed his body movements as agile as a swimming fish, and actually passed between Fan Qingteng's left and right legs, and stabbed Fan Qingteng in the back of the heart with a backhand move of "looking up at the stars."

Fan Qingteng finally changed his expression, screamed strangely, and without caring about his appearance, he bent down and got under a wine table next to him, and then narrowly escaped death. He was short in stature, and not only did he find it difficult to get under the table, but he also seemed

It was calm and smooth, which also aroused a burst of laughter from the onlookers.

In particular, the girls in the Goddess Building who had been forced to receive him all showed a look of bitterness as they wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. They covered their cheeks with handkerchiefs and lowered their heads with trembling flowers.

Lan Qiao won back for a while, and his confidence increased greatly. He glanced at Hua Yuxi proudly, as if he wanted to say that I can deal with him without your help.

He flew up and kicked the table where Fan Qingteng was hiding to pieces. He used the Light Sword to break the dawn, trying to kill Fan Qingteng right there.

It was so quiet in the courtyard that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, not knowing what would happen next moment.

Fan Qingteng knew that it was a critical moment of life and death, so he used all his strength to cross his swords in front of his chest to protect them, and faced Lan Qiao's shining sword while twisting them.

Lan Qiao knew that the most important thing to deal with this kind of people was to avoid the real and attack the weak. Especially Fan Qingteng's skill had only increased sharply recently, and he would definitely lack experience in fighting against masters of the same level. As long as he took the medicine according to this point, he would not worry about defeating him.

Halfway through his attack with the Light Sword, there was a sudden pause. Fan Qingteng never thought that Lan Qiao's thunderous sword could have such a change. He was caught off guard and had no time to change his move.

Lan Qiao took advantage of the change in rhythm to find a better time, and attacked again with the flowing light sword, accurately stabbing at the intersection of Fan Qingteng's left and right swords.

Because Fan Qingteng was old with his tricks, he could no longer withstand Lanqiao's violent Qiankun Jue Qi. He felt as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer on his chest. He raised his head and sprayed out a cloud of blood mist, and his body was shaken.

It had to roll and slide until it rolled five steps away before stopping.

Lan Qiao kept doing nothing and used Xiyue Wuyun and the Flowing Light Sword to suddenly increase speed and attack Fan Qingteng, who was no longer able to resist.

"That's enough!" An overwhelming force suddenly hit from the left, like a sudden huge wave, pushing Lanqiao, a canoe that was crossing the waves, to a side, and immediately tipped over to the right.

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"Young Master, be careful." Hua Yuxi was always nearby. When she saw this, she took a step forward, opened her arms to take Lan Qiao into her arms, and gently helped him stand firm.

Lan Qiao regained his balance, nodded to Hua Yuxi, and then looked at the sneak attacker on the left.
Chapter completed!