Shen Shiran shouted loudly when she saw Qin Xiang washed up on the shore.
Qin Xiang understood immediately after hearing this. After being held hostage, this girl said that the sheepskin picture was on her body, and her clothes were messy. It is estimated that the woman in white who had just held her hostage had searched her body, but could not find it. Parchment, I wonder where this girl hid the parchment.
As soon as Qin Xiang rushed ashore, one of the two women in white who was fighting with Shan Di immediately separated and rushed towards him. The sword in her hand flicked and stabbed him in the abdomen.
These three women in white looked like Caucasians, their skin was frighteningly white, their faces looked like they were covered with a layer of frost, and their eyes were a faint blue, which was very scary.
When Qin Xiang saw the woman stabbing her with a sword, she stepped forward instead of retreating and faced her with a palm. It looked like she was using her flesh palm to meet the woman's sharp sword tip.
"court death--"
Seeing that he was actually meeting him with her palm, the woman snorted coldly, and her sword force suddenly accelerated, cutting towards Qin Xiang's palm.
However, when her sword was about to pierce Qin Xiang's palm, she suddenly heard Qin Xiang's "Hey", and then she felt a huge suction coming from her. The sword in her hand tilted, and the blade was already close to her. On Qin Xiang's inner palm.
"Withdraw your hands——"
She was horrified, and she exerted force on her hand, intending to stab her. Qin Xiang suddenly let out a deep cry, and turned her palm suddenly, and a huge force surged from the sword. Her hand holding the sword shook, and she let go of the sword in shock. It has already been taken away by Qin Xiang.
"brush--"
The sword flashed in Qin Xiang's hand, and the hilt of the sword had been transferred to his hand. When the woman stepped back in shock, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck, and the sharp and cold sword tip was already touching her throat.
These series of movements of palm greeting, sword stabbing, sword thrusting, sword grabbing, sword turning, and sword thrusting were as fast as lightning, done in one go, without the slightest pause in between. It felt like this woman had done it herself. The sword was delivered to Qin Xiang's hand, and then he was asked to use his sword to hold him hostage.
"Let her go, otherwise you won't blame me for being ruthless with the sword." As soon as Qin Xiangjian touched the woman's throat, he no longer looked at her, but looked at the face of the woman who was holding Shen Shiran hostage over there, and said coldly. .
The woman pointed at by his sword turned her head when she saw him, and quickly retreated away. Qin Xiang did not look back. The sword in his hand seemed to be stuck to her throat. The faster she retreated, the more powerful the sword would be. Quickly, she stepped back five or six meters. After she stopped, she found that the sharp sword tip was still stuck to her throat. She couldn't help but be horrified. She knew that Qin Xiang's kung fu was much stronger than hers. After she stopped, she Not daring to move rashly, her blue eyes stared at Qin Xiang, with a look of horror on her face.
"Hand over the parchment, otherwise you won't blame me for being ruthless under the sword." The woman in white behind Shen Shiran put the sword under Shen Shiran's neck, looking at Qin Xiang with her blue eyes, she said coldly.
"Hmph, I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Qin Xiang was unmoved by her threat, his eyes still fell on the face of the woman in white behind Shen Shiran, the sword in his hand shook several times, "Chichichichi" Three times, the woman in white who was pointed at by his sword immediately fell down.
"Sword Qi Pointing Acupuncture Points——"
The woman in white who was fighting with Shan Di and the woman in white who was holding Shen Shiran hostage said in shock almost at the same time.
Qin Xiang's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he flew forward to grab her: "Xiao Di, get out of the way."
Shan Di stepped aside in a huff, and the woman in white who was fighting with her screamed and swung her sword towards Qin Xiang. The sword in Qin Xiang's hand pierced like a snake, and with a "ding" sound, the sword in his hand was already lit. The woman's sword body no longer separated after a while. The woman was shocked to find that her sword could not move forward or retreat.
"Let go——"
Qin Xiang snorted coldly and stirred several times. The tip of the sword had already touched the tiger's mouth of the woman's sword. The woman had no choice but to let go in shock, and the sword in her hand fell to the rocks by the river with a "clang" sound.
She retreated like lightning in shock, Qin Xiang swooped forward like a ghost, she dropped her sword with her hand, and with a "pop" sound, her left palm had already caught the woman's shoulder, and she suddenly swung her back: "Xiao Di, take a look. she--"
The woman was thrown out by him like a scarecrow and fell at Shan Di's feet. Shan Di looked down and found that the woman could not move. It seemed that Qin Xiang's acupuncture points were pressed.
After Qin Xiang threw the woman out, he didn't stop and strode towards the woman holding Shen Shiran hostage.
"If you take one more step forward, I will kill her——"
The woman in white clothes was horrified when she saw that Qin Xiang had captured two of her companions in an instant. She put her sword on Shen Shiran's neck and kept backing up, staring at Qin Xiang who was walking over and scolding her fiercely.
"You killed her, do you think you can still walk away? A mere Ice Soul Sect has made things difficult for me two or three times. Let me tell you, I'm very angry." Qin Xiang was indifferent to her threats. He stepped forward and pressed towards her. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and it looked a bit colder than this woman's face.
"Shi Xiangzi, you actually don't care about my life or death——"
Seeing that he didn't seem to care about his life or death at all, Shen Shiran couldn't help but cry and curse.
"Shiran, don't worry, she won't dare to kill you." When Qin Xiang walked three meters in front of the two of them, he stopped, glanced at Shen Shiran and said calmly.
"What a joke, there are still people in our Ice Soul Sect who dare not kill?" the woman in white who was holding Shen Shiran hostage snorted coldly.
Qin Xiang smiled and said: "Really? Then you try to kill." He waved his right hand suddenly, and the long sword in his hand flew to the side with a "whoosh". With a "chi" sound, the fine steel long sword unexpectedly You inserted it into a rock seven or eight meters away, and most of the sword body went straight in. The hilt of the sword was buzzing and trembling.
"I--"
As soon as the woman in white said a word, Qin Xiang's figure disappeared in front of her. She was horrified. She tried to kill Chen Shiran with a force of her hand, but she was shocked to find that the hand holding her sword had already fallen. In Qin Xiang's hands, no matter how hard she tried, she could not move at all.
It turned out that Qin Xiang took advantage of the moment when she was distracted by throwing the sword and rushed in to grab her hand.
"Withdraw your hands——"
This was the third time Qin Xiang had shouted to withdraw her hand since she came ashore. As soon as the voice came out, the woman felt severe pain in her wrist. As soon as her hand was loosened, Qin Xiang had taken the sword away, and Shen Shiran also moved into Qin Xiang's arms. inside.
The woman was pushed by Qin Xiang, and she took three or four steps back. With a scream, she quickly rushed forward again, and her pale palm turned into a shadow and patted Qin Xiang's shoulder.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities——"
Qin Xiang pulled Shen Shiran aside in a loud voice, grabbed out her right palm, and unexpectedly caught the woman's cold palm in the middle. She suddenly exerted force on her arm and slammed forward.
"Bang"
The woman's palm was pressed against her chest by him, and with a scream, she fell violently and fell to the ground five or six meters away.
