In the small courtyard, Jing Zai's face darkened after receiving the news from his subordinates.
"Lin Ye is indeed cunning."
He looked at the other people in the Suzaku group and said: "The news we got before was that Lin Ye was going to lead all the officials of Yangzhi City to the city gate to greet Emperor Jade. As it turned out, the Emperor was still a hundred miles away, so he took people out of the city.
went."
Liu, the oldest member of the Suzaku group, shook his head and said, "He wants to use all the officials in Yangzi to protect his life."
The most majestic Wing asked: "Then do we still want to take action?"
Jing nodded: "Yes."
He looked back at the wooden box placed against the wall. In that box were his weapons and the secret techniques he used to fight.
"Gather your things and let's go."
Following his order, everyone in the Suzaku group set off.
Just as he was about to go out, there was a sudden thunder in the sky.
It is about to enter the winter season. The clouds are thick and there is thunder, so it cannot be snowing.
Because of the thunder, Jing's footsteps paused slightly.
He looked up at the sky, but the lightning hiding behind the clouds had long since disappeared.
"Boss?"
Xing called him.
Jing came back to his senses and continued walking: "Move faster."
The moment they pushed open the courtyard door, all four people stopped.
Across the street outside the door, there was a man wearing a bamboo hat standing there, holding a knife in his arms. The knife had no sheath.
"It's up to you."
Jing shouted, then suddenly retreated.
Yi shouted loudly, and rushed towards the man holding the knife with long strides. His momentum was like thunder, and his roar was even more terrifying than the thunder that exploded in the sky just now.
Behind him, to the left and right, Liu and Xing also came up.
Jing didn't look back, he knew that his three brothers and sisters might not be able to stop the fight together, but he had to do this.
The general's military order is like a mountain, a mountain that cannot be moved, cannot be changed, and cannot be changed even an inch.
He swept out of the backyard, no matter how many people were watching him on the street, and flew directly over the ridge of the roof.
His speed is extremely fast, and he wants to go faster, faster than time.
Because Jing knew very well that the only thing where he might be better than Dou was his Qinggong movement.
With those three people blocking him, and because he was faster, he had some time to finish what he should do.
The people walking on the street felt something strange. They looked up, but saw nothing.
The speed of the well was so fast that it was like an afterimage, passing quickly across the roof.
He had an urge to look back. The further he ran, the stronger the urge became.
Ke Jing has been patient, and the fact that he can become the boss of the Suzaku Group is enough to show that he is far superior to others in terms of character and strength.
After a moment of continuous skimming, he had already seen where he was going.
But between where he was going and him, in the thin curtain of rain, there was a man holding a knife.
At this moment, Jing's eyes suddenly widened, and his body that was rushing forward stopped abruptly.
How can this be?
He saw Dou with his own eyes, right outside their residence. Could he have seen that person wrong?
It’s impossible to see it wrong!
But if he read it correctly, with three of his subordinates blocking him, his own Qinggong was even greater than Dou's, so why would Dou still stop him?
Sui Qingqu slowly raised his head. The moment he raised his head, the bead curtain that was dripping down from his bamboo hat was also broken.
He looked expressionlessly at the person opposite him, the first person in the Suzaku group.
"fight!"
Jing suddenly shouted.
He reached out and pulled down the wooden box he was carrying, looked at Sui Qing from a distance and shouted loudly: "Are you really going to be a traitor!"
Sui Qing went silent. He never liked to talk too much.
He just looked at the well, his eyes looking through the rain curtain, as if he could stare directly into the heart of the well.
"Then fight!"
Jing Yi threw the wooden box in his hand, then used his feet to jump up from the roof.
When he was in mid-air, Sui Qingqu's knife appeared.
The sword light, the sword light that can split the world.
The man in the well caught up with the wooden box he threw in mid-air. The moment the sword light appeared, he pulled out a knife from the wooden box.
This is a very heavy knife. It was specially forged by Jing after seeing Sui Qing go out to draw the knife.
This knife is made of meteorite iron. It looks like it only weighs about 20 kilograms at most, but in fact, this knife weighs more than 150 kilograms.
It is almost impossible for an ordinary strong man to hold out this knife with one hand.
This is a good sword that Jing forged after almost using up all the treasures he had found over the years.
But the purpose of this knife is not to kill Sui Qingque, but to block Sui Qingque's knife.
He gave everything he had just to block a knife.
In mid-air, Jing threw the heavy knife along the edge of the blade without any hesitation.
The heavy knife rotated and emitted a bright white light, which collided straight with the sword light.
The heavy sword met Sui Qing's sword light and held on.
He held on forcefully.
The moment he resisted the sword light, Jing's eyes widened.
Talent, domineering, all these can be resisted by the treasures he accumulated with money.
All the power in the world can be overcome by money!
Snapped!
Knife broken.
Jing's face changed drastically.
But he quickly took action and pulled out the second knife from the wooden box.
This knife is shaped like a willow leaf and as thin as a cicada's wing.
"open!"
The well was cut down with a knife.
If the sword strike just now was made with the help of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it was an attempt to block the peerless sword light.
So with this sword strike now, Jing is using his own inner strength to use up the last remaining power of the sword light.
Sword gleam versus sword gleam.
A blue half-moon-shaped sword light met the blazing white light.
The moment the sword light and the sword light met, there was a violent friction sound in the sky, so sharp that it seemed to pierce a person's eardrum.
Ordinary people on the street couldn't even bear the sound. They raised their hands to cover their ears and couldn't help but squat down.
When the sharp and rapid friction sound disappeared, the two sword lights in the sky also disappeared.
At this time, the well was approaching.
The wooden box floating in front of him was still there. The moment he approached Sui Qingguo, Jing's eyes lit up.
"Dou, I have been preparing for a long time to fight you."
He stretched out his hand and pulled out two more knives from the wooden box, and the cicada-wing knife he had before was held in his mouth after speaking.
He has a ring-shaped knife in his left hand, a straight knife in his right hand, and a cicada-wing knife in his mouth.
That year, after he saw Dou take action, he was always afraid.
He knew that he couldn't block such a sword. He tried his best to think of ways to increase his inner strength, but he still felt that he couldn't even block a sword.
In the past two years, he had woken up countless times from dreams, and the nightmare that frightened him was not a demon, but the blazing white sword light.
He spent two years preparing, constantly thinking, deducing, and after countless trials, he understood one thing.
The only way to defeat Dou is to fight in close combat.
Use three swords to defeat his single sword.
Why do all the fights in Dou involve killing the enemy with one blow from a long distance?
Jing himself is a genius and has great perseverance, so he knows very well that to master such a sword, he needs to draw the sword again and again during all the training time in the past.
Only by constantly practicing that sword can you have this invincible sword.
If he spends all his time practicing this sword, then Sui Qingqu will never have time to practice his sword skills.
As long as he can get close and rely on the mysterious sword skills he has learned so hard, he can break the myth of being invincible.
He was excited.
The moment he got close to Dou, the fighting spirit in his blood burned.
His eyes were wide open, full of desire, even a little ferocious.
Three sword techniques!
The well danced like a tornado. In this winter season, the tornado was worthy of the depression and the chill.
He felt that only people like Dou were worthy of the Dance of Three Swords.
Sui Qing stood there and watched, feeling that these three sword techniques were... superfluous.
But I wasn't sure, so I decided to take another look, so I stepped back.
Jing misunderstood Sui Qingque's retreat, and he thought it was Sui Qingque's fear.
This retreat also made Jing confirm that his judgment was correct. In that arrogant fight, the most feared thing was close combat.
As a result, his dance of three swords became even crazier and more brilliant, like spinning stars, dazzling and dazzling.
The tornado has a sharp edge, not to mention it can sweep across fallen leaves. Everything in front of it can be swept into powder by this sharp edge.
Sui Qing took another step back.
He thought the three-sword technique looked pretty good, so he took another look.
After all, if he doesn't want to see it, no one else will be able to see it in the future.
He took another step back, increasing Jing's momentum. It was at this moment that the power of the Dance of Three Swords was exerted to its extreme.
But Sui Qing didn't want to look anymore. Since he saw the most beautiful place, he had no interest in other things.
He takes action.
One knife.
In the gap where the three knives flowed, it looked like one knife, but it changed seventy-two times, avoiding the rotating blade.
And these changes all come from his wrist.
The blade is no longer bright, the tornado is no longer violent, and even the eyes that were widened before and full of desire and fighting spirit have lost their luster.
Sui Qing went to look at the person who stopped and the blood flowing from his neck.
He shook his head slightly: "Why do you need so many swords? You haven't even practiced one sword well."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
With a plop, Jing fell to his knees on the roof, and a moment later his body turned over and rolled down again.
He fell on the street, and his knives slid down the roof. By coincidence, they stabbed him one by one.
He lay on his back on the ground, and the rain falling from the sky soon hurt his eyeballs.
Sui Qing went to the ground, seeming to feel a little sorry for this person, or maybe it wasn't distress, just a little sympathy.
So, he rarely said a few more words.
The first sentence: "I know you have been preparing to kill me and have been practicing hard for two years."
The second sentence: "You are very famous. They say you are a genius, a genius at practicing swordsmanship. That's why I didn't kill you with one sword, but gave you a chance to show it off."
The third sentence: "I've seen it, you dance very well, but it's useless."
After saying that, he turned around and really left this time.
While walking, Sui Qingqu thought, why are they so stupid?
He always kills people with a single blow from a distance, that's just because he has never met anyone who can fight him up close.
After walking a few steps, Sui Qing went to wake up.
It turns out that what others don't see about him is considered his weakness.
But that is obviously the enemy's weakness.
No one can get close to him, and for so many years, he has never really had a good time.
Not once.
Well......
It seems like I missed something.
He looked back and saw that the well was dead.
Sui Qingqu seemed to want to say just now, others said you have the talent to practice swordsmanship...but you don't.
But he really doesn’t like to talk too much and doesn’t like to communicate with others, so everything he misses is lost.