"Ta-ta..."

While Chu Nianjiu, Lin Yuhuai and others were talking, a blind old man holding a bamboo pole slowly walked out of the crowd.

The bamboo pole in the old man's hand hit the ground, making a crisp sound. The sound spread out, and the packed crowd actually gave way to a road automatically, allowing the old man to pass.

"Ta-ta..."

The old man walked very slowly, as if his legs and feet were weak, but every step he took and every bamboo pole struck seemed to contain some kind of special rhythm, making people unable to help but focus on the sound of that step.

"Blind old man, you didn't expect him to be here too?" Seeing the blind old man, Chu Nianjiu's lazy face gained a hint of solemnity.

"Is the blind old man famous?" Wei Yueshan asked.

Lin Yuhuai answered: "It is very famous and powerful. The blind old man has been active in Tianyong, Guangping and Hejian all year round. He is a famous killer. He recognizes money but not people. His killing methods are unpredictable. Anyone who is killed has only one eyebrow.

It will leave a red dot, so it is called a little red, but I didn’t expect him to appear too. It’s so exciting!”

"Is it really that powerful?" Wei Yueshan muttered and looked towards the blind old man. He saw the blind old man walking to the shore. Without any pause, he walked straight into the river and continued walking forward.

The soft river water was like solid ground under the blind old man's feet, as if he were walking on flat ground.

However, when the bamboo pole in the blind old man's hand hit the water, the water waves rolled, and eighteen water swords appeared in the air and swept towards Ye Qing.

Ye Qing slapped it with great force, and the eighteen water swords were shaken into mist.

But the blind old man turned a blind eye. Well, he couldn't see it either. He continued to walk forward. With every step he took, the bamboo pole hit the water, the waves rolled, and the water sword flew past.

After eighteen water swords comes thirty-six, after thirty-six comes seventy-two, and after seventy-two comes one hundred and eight.

The number of Zhou Tian, ​​​​the water sword has no calculation.

"Thousand-Change Guishui Fiend, the True Scripture of Controlling Water?" Fang Xuanlang looked at the blind old man and said.

Thousand-variable Guishui Sha is a kind of Guishui Gangsha, one of the seventy-two middle-grade Gangsha, which can change in thousands of ways.

The Water Control Sutra is the unique skill of Changshan Water Control Palace. It can control water and control water with endless changes, just like the command of an arm.

"The blind old man is a disciple of Yushui Palace?"

"Hard to say."

An Runyu shook his head, his eyes serious.

On the stage, facing the infinite water swords, Ye Qing's sleeves were flapped or rolled up, like hitting a flowing cloud. All the water swords were shattered by the foehn's energy before they came within three feet of him. The scorching foehn wind evaporated the water droplets.

, the water vapor is dense, rolling back.

But the blind old man seemed unaware and continued to walk leisurely, tread water, and swim upstream.

When they reached the arena, the blind old man's figure suddenly sped up, and he was ten feet away in the blink of an eye. The bamboo pole in his hand stabbed Ye Qing, who was very close at hand.

The bamboo pole thrust out, as fast as lightning, extremely sharp, simple, direct, but invulnerable.

The water mist was pierced by a bamboo pole, and the vast aura around Ye Qing was also pierced by the bamboo pole like tofu.

The bamboo pole was pointed directly between Ye Qing's eyebrows.

There is no wind or rain and no ruthlessness, I am willing to kill immortality with one sword.

The blind old man's strongest martial art is not the water sword that fills the sky, nor the water-controlling scripture, but this sword that has been tempered thousands of times.

Humans only have one life, and killing people only requires one sword.

Thousands of swords are never as good as one.

Therefore, since he has been practicing martial arts and swordsmanship, he has always practiced only one sword, and he has practiced this sword to the extreme. There are no unnecessary changes, no unnecessary movements, only speed, accuracy, ruthlessness, and sharpness.

"What a quick sword, what a powerful sword. No wonder everyone killed by the blind old man will only have a red dot left between his eyebrows." People in the restaurant looked at the bamboo pole that the blind old man stabbed Ye Qing between his eyebrows.

Everyone was shocked.

But what frightened them even more was Ye Qing who was fighting in Luoshui. They claimed that they could not block the blind old man's sword. Even if they could block it, they would still be seriously injured.

But Ye Qing used two fingers to clamp the bamboo pole.

The bamboo pole that pierced through the eyebrows of countless people, as fast as the wind and as powerful as lightning, was like a soft noodle between Ye Qing's two fingers, unable to move even an inch.

"Snapped"

Ye Qing exerted force with both fingers, and the bamboo pole shattered, along with the thin sword inside the bamboo pole, which was as thin as a leek leaf.

The moment the rapier shattered, the blind old man retreated quickly. As fast as he came, he would retreat as fast as he came, or even faster.

"Whoosh..."

But as soon as he retreated to the edge of the ring, his figure paused, because there was a bloodstain between his eyebrows.

Just like the people he killed.

The funny thing is that those people were killed by his sword, and he was also killed by his own sword.

When he retreated, Ye Qing used his fingers to pop out the fragments of the broken sword, killing him.

Ridiculous and sad.

"Haha, vulnerable, trash, next one."

Ye Qing didn't even look at the blind old man's body on the stage and sneered.

There was total silence around Luoshui Lei.

"Is there no one left? A bunch of losers, they still want to kill me like this, so go ahead and eat shit!"

Ye Qing waited for a while and saw that no one had come on stage to die yet, so he turned on the quarrel mode again.

"Isn't anyone here yet? I'm so disappointed. Forget it, you guys are a bunch of rubbish. Come on together."

Ye Qing crossed his arms, raised his neck slightly, and looked at the sky at 45 degrees, with a look of disdain and aloofness.

"Arrogant!"

"Boy, you are looking for death."

"You're so crazy, how dare you look down on me."

"How dare you underestimate the world's heroes, brothers, come together and kill this kid."

Either Ye Qing's arrogant attitude and arrogant words angered those Jianghu people, or Ye Qing's so-called joining together gave those Jianghu people an excuse to rush in, or both...

As soon as Ye Qing finished speaking, more than a dozen Jianghu people rushed forward.

"Crying boy"

"Mrs. Pear Blossom"

"The old man withered"

"Ghost Willow"

…

Chu Nianjiu looked at the Jianghu people rushing onto the ring, and his face changed slightly: "Is Wu Huan crazy?"

The names he mentioned are all well-known figures in the world of Tianyong. Each of them has reached the late stage of Lian Gang and has extraordinary means.

This is only a small part of them. Even though the others are not as good as the mourning boy and others, they are not weak either. They are at the lowest level of the Gang Refining realm. With so many people going up together, let alone the Refining Gang warriors, even the God-washing warriors.

I guess I have to avoid its edge.

What's the matter, is it you, Ye Qing, who's lost his mind, or are you thinking that those people can't lift the knife?

Lin Yuhuai, Fang Xuanlang, An Runyu and others also looked puzzled and nervous.

"Hahaha... That's so crazy. I really think that after killing a few losers, I will consider myself invincible!" On the other side, Xue Shiwu laughed loudly and said sarcastically: "You are not overestimating your own abilities."

Wen Zailai seemed to be smiling, but there were blue veins on the hand holding the folding fan, revealing his inner uneasiness. He wanted Ye Qing to die, but only if he died in the hands of Wang Ruiri. Once Ye Qing died,

If it were in the hands of these people, then Wang Luo Ri would definitely blame him.

How could this Ye Qing be so arrogant and reckless?

Some people were happy and some were worried, but Ye Qing on the stage was very calm.

As soon as he opened his mouth and spat out, flying thunder shot out of the air, and the lightning was so fierce that it directly killed the person in front of him.

When the flying thunder broke through the sky, Ye Qing's figure also moved with it. He pressed his palm on the head of a man holding a long sword and used five fingers to force the other person's head to explode.

At the same time, a spear, a halberd, a hook, and a ax attacked him from all directions.

The spear is the spear of great sorrow. When the spear comes out, it screams like a strong wind, making heaven and earth cry.

The halberd is a joyful halberd. The halberd is opened and closed in a wide range, whistling and making a sound, like a person laughing in ecstasy.

The hook is the hook of farewell, the double hooks are like crescent moons, cunning, quick and cruel, words of farewell can separate life and death;

The yue is a four-in-one and eight-way yue. The yue is open and closed in a grand and upright manner.

The four of them are the famous four brothers of sorrow, joy, separation and union.

The four of them, joys and sorrows, were twin brothers. They had the same mind and a tacit understanding. As soon as they took action, they blocked all Ye Qing's escape routes.

But I saw Ye Qing's figure swaying, as if from left to right, changing all the time, the great sorrow spear, the happy halberd, the farewell hook, and the four-in-one yue all fell into the air.

The next moment, four phantoms appeared behind the four people at the same time. The phantoms shook, a blood mark appeared on the necks of the four people, and their heads rose into the sky.
To be continued...