As a partner, even if you don’t have much discussion, you often do things together. Everyone has some accuracy in their hearts.

The pathological young man has some understanding of the strength of a burly man, and he should be one step behind him. But now it seems that he has a bit of the same meaning as running side by side.

"It seems that I have to work hard too..."

The ill young man's eyes flashed, but the willow leaf flying knife in his hand was held in his hand and did not fire it. He felt that the burly man alone was enough to deal with Qi Xiang, and he didn't need to take the final shot.

Besides, at this time, Qi Xiang seemed to be frightened and remained motionless.

Obviously, the ending is destined.

At the right time, the sick young man took the knife away and turned around and said, "Abiao, you can deal with him, I'll deal with the two outside."

"boom!"

The moment the sick young man turned around, he suddenly felt something was wrong and turned around quickly. Then he saw the burly man's burly body, along with a wall in the room, pounced towards him.

"What's going on..."

The sick young man was shocked and stunned, and hurriedly jumped and dodged away.

"Bang!"

The burly man slammed heavily on the ground, his thick arm seemed to have been broken, a piece of white bones emerged through the flesh, and blood splattered, causing him to sweat profusely, his lips squirted, and with a puff, he squirted and fainted.

In just one meeting, he lost half of his life.

"A Biao..."

The sick young man was shocked, and then he touched his long fingers in his clothes and had seven or eight willow leaf flying knives between his fingers. These flying knives were very small, as thin as willow leaves, but they were sharp.

With the flying knife in his hand, his mind was determined and he took action in an instant.

Eight lancets gather and disperse differently and float around. From different directions and angles, shuttles are like electricity.

This is also his unique skill of fame, Eight Swords Chasing the Soul!

At the same time, the sick young man's stomach suddenly bulged and his breath surged up. But he was held on his face. If someone looked closely, he would notice that his cheeks suddenly swelled like a big bun.

"Pop!"

Unpredictable, the sick young man opened his mouth, and a tinier lancet burst out in the slightest sound of air swelling away, trembling slightly in the air, and suddenly disappeared, as if invisible.

When the tiny lancet knife reappeared again, it had already pierced on Qi Xiang's heart.

Eight swords chase the soul, Nine swords take the death.

The Ninth Death Sword is his trump card, his kung fu at the bottom of the box.

For many years, he has used this trick to destroy many enemies with stronger strength than him.

When he saw the tragic situation of a burly man, the pathological young man knew that Qi Xiang was very strong, at least better than him. Therefore, he did not dare to wait or test, and he would be a killer move when he took action.

When the ninth knife was sprayed out, the sick young man couldn't help coughing violently and became irritated. An abnormal flush appeared on his pale face. Most of the reason for his illness was at the root of the ninth knife.

Use the energy of the lungs to drive the ninth knife outbreak.

That speed was several times that of his flying knife. The speed of the knife was very fast and almost invisible. If even this knife was a failure, then he would have no choice but to die.

So although the sick young man coughed violently, he opened his eyes wide and stared at Qi Xiang tightly, shouting in his heart: "Punish him to death, punish him to death, you must hit..."

As a result, he was disappointed.

The Eight Swords of Soul Chasing the Souls were crisscrossed and seemed very sharp, but in fact they were just confusing cover. Qi Xiang didn't move at all, and the Eight Swords flew over beside him.

Only the ninth sword of death made him startled and his face moved a little.

"Use energy to control the sword..."

This thought flashed through his mind, and Qi Xiang's body shook like smoke and disappeared in the corridor.

The morbid young man's death ninth sword passed through the afterimage he left behind, and penetrated another wall, and then penetrated deep into the wall at the end of a room.

This power may even be penetrated by ten centimeters of steel plate. The problem is that if you can't hit the enemy or kill the target, no matter how powerful a skill is, it is still a waste.

At first glance, the sick young man made a quick decision, and did not care about the burly man who was seriously injured. He turned around and broke into the door and fled, and shouted, "Boss, Awan, help..."

Qi Xiang was not anxious, but was not too slow, and followed the sick young man to the core area of ​​the main hall.

There is no longer a place for guests to eat, drink and have fun, but the office of the boss of Dangui Tiangong.

At this moment, all the employees working in the office were slaughtered.

Many of them were tortured and killed. Looking at the traces on the corpse, you can tell that they should have been killed after being severely tortured.

However, the sick young man fled here and suddenly disappeared.

Qi Xiang glanced at her eyes, and her ears moved slightly, and she heard the ticking sound of running water. The source of the sound was from a room closed at the door in the northwest direction.

At the right time, Qi Xiang's heart moved and suddenly kicked her feet. A chair roared away and directly hit the door of the room. With a roar, the door exploded and his vision suddenly became clear.

"This is……"

Qi Xiang's eyes narrowed, and he saw a fat, big-headed, and blessed middle-aged man in the spacious room, tied to a chair. He had a towel stuffed into his mouth and his body was covered with scars.

Especially on the arms, there is still bleeding.

The ticking sound was as blood dripped on the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

When he saw Qi Xiang, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with ecstasy and full of pleading. His fat body wanted to struggle.

However, the strong beef tendon rope was tied firmly to his body. He struggled for a moment and tightened it into the flesh, and a trace of blood and sweat oozed out, making his face twisted in pain.

Qi Xiang took a look and knew that the middle-aged man should be the boss of Dangui Tiangong.

"What will their goal be?"

Qi Xiang fell into deep thought. The boss of Dangui Tiangong was not dead, and the torture scars on his body should be torture and asking for some confidential matters.

At first, he thought that the gang of thieves was crazy to destroy the whole family in order to rob money.

After all, the entire Dangui Tiangong has made a fortune every day. Over the years of business, it must have accumulated a huge amount of wealth, which has led to the gang's crazy crime. It is understandable.

But now it seems that things are not that simple.

"Is it..."

Qi Xiang thought of a possibility, and felt a little lost.

At this moment, a sword light descended from the sky, like a flowing stream of the Milky Way, rushing like thunder. The sword light was very fast, like a sting of Wang Liao, like a comet attacking the moon, ruthless and accurate, and was about to kill him with one blow.

"Come?"

Qi Xiang flashed casually and moved her body three feet away, just avoiding the scope covered by the sword.

In helplessness, the sword light condensed into a sharp light, turning a curve on the ground, like a white rainbow running towards Qi Xiang again.

“Huh?”

At this time, Qi Xiang calmed down and saw this sword technique, and he felt a bit familiar.

"Killer's Sword!"

Qi Xiang thought about it and immediately realized it. That's right, this is the killer's swordsman's technique.

The swordsmanship is cruel, simple and neat.

The sword came out without returning, and there were no fancy and unnecessary movements.

The purpose of this sword technique is to kill people. Every move and every move is always away from the enemy's key points. Moreover, there are no defensive moves in the sword technique.

Because the killer firmly believes that as long as his sword is fast enough, there is naturally no need to defend.

The essence of this sword technique is to attack instead of defense.

Qi Xiang had seen such swordsmanship before and was quite familiar with them, so he remembered them at first glance.

"Tianmen..."

Qi Xiang suddenly spoke: "Are you from Tianmen?"

Hearing this, the sword light rushing towards him suddenly stumbled slightly. Then, the condensed sword light suddenly burst out with thousands of golden lights, like the rising sun, very fierce.

"Even if you change the moves, you can still see the traces of the Tianmen Killer Sword."

Qi Xiang commented: "However, the heat is too bad, and I haven't obtained the Samadhi. I have seen a person whose killer sword technique is out of the sheath, and his sword moves are varied. Only the real difficulty in knowing is like yin and moving like thunder."

"Compared with him, you... are too far apart, too far."

Qi Xiang was in the sword lights all over the sky, as if she was walking in the garden, and she easily avoided thousands of golden lights. Then she did not attack at all, but just oppressed with her steps.

He just approached the person who used the sword step by step, which was enough to make the man's sword technique slightly panic and gradually collapse.

This process is simple.

In fact, only those who are in the scene understand Qi Xiang's terror. For example, Awan, who claims to be a master of swordsmanship, is now slowly gushing out of his forehead with dense sweat, but he dare not reach out to wipe it.

"Where did the monster come from..."

Awan was furious and felt very difficult. Every step Qi Xiang took was deliberately targeting the flaws in his swordsmanship, and also targeting the empty sect on him.

If he does not return to defense in time, as long as Qi Xiang handes his hand at will, he can directly break his sword move. However, this is a master, a terrible master. If the sword move is broken, the opponent will definitely take his life with one move...
To be continued...