What Dongfang Zhi said angered Qing Gui: "What do you know? What do you know?"
As he spoke, he struck directly at him, and the two of them instantly struggled with each other.
Everywhere you strike with your sword or mine is fatal. If you are not careful, you will become the opponent's soul under the sword.
Dongfang Zhi turned his head slightly to avoid the blue ghost's attack, and gave him a sword with his backhand.
Qinggui couldn't dodge, and looking at the blood oozing from his arm, his eyes became more and more excited.
"If it weren't for you, how could that old man look down on me? Now I want to prove to him that he chose the wrong person."
Qinggui has been planning for so many years and even cooperated with Southern Xinjiang just for this moment.
He wanted revenge, he wanted to kill Dongfang Zhi. The pain he had suffered for so many years was all due to the man in front of him.
And Dongfang Zhi seemed to have heard some funny joke: "If you are too weak, blame others for being too strong. Even if I am not a good person, I cannot say such shameless things like you."
Qinggui didn't care about this and sneered at him: "Go to hell."
Dongfang Zhi greeted him directly, his tone full of contempt, and he didn't take it seriously at all: "As for you, I couldn't kill you before, and I am the same now."
"Really?" Qinggui's lips curled up slightly.
Looking at Dongfang Zhi, there was a smile in his eyes after the plan had succeeded: "Don't be happy too early."
When Dongfang Zhi saw him like this, his expression changed and he directly used his inner strength to separate from him.
He took two steps back and suddenly felt a heavy feeling in his chest. He raised his head and looked at him: "What did you do?"
Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Qinggui burst out laughing: "Dongfang Zhi, I am a poison, hahahaha."
"I was defeated at your hands because I was not good at learning. Today I will return all this shame to you. Go to hell!"
As he said that, he continued to use his inner strength and waved directly towards Dongfang Zhi.
But the hand couldn't move down, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes: "How can it be impossible?"
Dongfang Zhi, who was still covering his chest, curled his lips, suddenly straightened up, and swung the knife directly.
Qing Gui had a force on his hand, originally wanting Dongfang Zhi to die under his palm.
But I didn't expect that he was fine. He took back the power, but he had no time to dodge.
The mask on his face was split in half by Dongfang Zhi, just like the demon soldier on the battlefield.
"Heh." Dongfang Zhi saw his face clearly.
"I see, Aogui, you are destined not to win."
After saying that, his eyes changed in vain, and he looked at him sharply: "The witchcraft of Southern Xinjiang is indeed a good thing when used in the right place. Unfortunately, it is destined to not make a big impact on you."
When Qing Gui heard what Dongfang Zhi said, his pupils suddenly shrank, how could he know.
"Really? Then let's give it a try." He said, raised the corners of his lips, and stepped forward again.
The fight was fierce here, and so was the fight there.
Feng Chuyi was like a madman who had lost his mind at the moment.
Her eyes could only hold Feng Chuyi: "Kill you, kill you, Feng Qiming blames you, if it weren't for you, why would the king be invisible everywhere, and everyone would ignore me.
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At this moment, he seemed to be in a daze.
"Chu Yi." Qin Shixuan, who was handling military affairs in the city, suddenly felt a pain in his heart.
Look at the direction of the noise outside. Today, almost all the troops have gone out.
He originally wanted to persuade Feng Chuyi, but something came to mind.
Qin Shixuan clenched his fists tightly, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes. If he wanted to gain strength quickly, there would definitely be side effects.
But he didn't listen to himself, and the green ghost intuitively told Qin Shixuan that this person had ulterior motives.
He was just using Feng Chuyi.
Qin Shixuan thought this, and the panic in his heart grew bigger and bigger: "Here comes someone, prepare your horse."
"Ah!" Feng Chuyi yelled.
The veins on his neck were more prominent than before, and there were tiny insects crawling inside.
It spread all the way to his face, and Feng Qiming just looked at his mottled face, covered with veins, and even crooked insects writhing under his skin.
"Crooked ways."
Feng Chuyi smiled sinisterly: "So what, as long as I can win you, that's all."