The sword is like a flowing light, like the waves of autumn water, very beautiful.

Beautifulness often means danger, and under the dazzling light, it is often a fatal murderous intent.

The moment Mu Qingshan fell from the top of the hall, a long sword with snow-white light broke through the air and struck him in an ambush.

"snort!"

At this moment, Mu Qingshan sneered, confident and calm: "I knew that you must be..."

While speaking, his sword fell from the sky and blocked the snow-white sword. The blade rubbed against it, and a string of gorgeous Mars flashed in the air. It seemed as if the fireworks in the night sky were immediately gone after burning.

However, Mars disappeared, but the sword light was still there.

Jun Bufu appeared in the hall, holding a long sword and looking indifferent. Yet, there was no reason for him not to know the big movement in the hall.

Since Mu Qingshan clearly shows that he is coming to trouble him. Then there is nothing wrong with him starting first. Killing the danger in the bud is what a smart person should do.

Besides, there is nothing to say about this, it’s just a word.

kill……

Jun Bufu gently waved the snow-white long sword in the air, and a cold sword↗ light appeared in the air again. The sword light was as cold as the moon, silent, but full of solemn and murderous aura.

This is the killer's sword technique. The sword is ruthless and there is no place for turning around.

“Good come.”

Mu Qingshan screamed strangely and found Jun Bufu's trace, which made him very happy. In his excitement, he thought of it, and the long sword flying in the air also circled around and returned to his hand.

He is also self-aware, knows his "sword-controlling skills", and scares the masters who have little knowledge and are half-baked. That's no big problem.

However, when you meet a real master, the speed of the soldier's soul flying is not as fast as that of other people's swords. If you pick it up with one sword, the so-called sword-control technique will definitely be in trouble.

Mu Qingshan can't afford to lose this face.

Therefore, instead of being embarrassed in front of experts, it is better to compete for strength. Mu Qingshan also has confidence, and his own strength is not necessarily much worse than Jun Bushu.

This is also a fact.

The two are both masters of swords. However, the styles are very different.

Jun Bufu uses a fast sword, with a sharp sword, and pursues speed. One sword is faster than another, like a storm, wave after wave, making people breathless.

Only attack but not defend is absolute confidence, sweeping everything, full of oppression.

Mu Qingshan's sword technique is not bad either. His sword technique is unpredictable, just like the clouds and mist in the mountains after the rain. It appears and disappears, gathers and disperses, and is erratic.

When the two of them fight, they can really be said to be a match for the chess and a good talent. Between the sword energy, the antiques and antiques in the hall are in trouble.

The sound of ping-pong is endless.

Looking at the vases, or being hit by sword energy on the display stand, or falling to the ground and breaking them while the strong wind swept, Manager Bao's heart kept dripping blood.

Some of the scrolls on the wall were twisted into pieces of paper when the sword lights intertwined, flying in the air like butterflies.

In addition, the ornaments are even flat, broken, broken, cracked, and turned into powder and slag.

Seeing this situation, Manager Bao was numb and completely stupid, and shed tears silently. The palace suffered heavy losses, which had exceeded tens of millions, so he would definitely not be able to afford this thing...

Turn around, I want to get a piece of tofu and hit it to death.

There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart.

Manager Bao was completely desperate and simply gave up on himself, squatted down and watched the fun with his head.

It's true. From a third-party perspective, the fight between the two can be regarded as pleasing to the eye.

While the sword light shining, the two people were in the hall, circling and moving. For a moment in the air, on the ground, and sometimes on the beams of the hall, there were their figures in every inch of space.

Especially when the sword blade hit, a bunch of sparks was generated.

The stars are shining, like fireflies flying by in the night, and the scene is very magnificent.

However, this magnificent scene is expensive.

The entire ornate hall has become bumpy and full of holes in an instant.

Most of the walls of the rooms were demolished again.

Judging from the two of them, they seemed to not demolish the hall, and they would probably not give up.

The most terrifying thing is that they still have the strength to demolish the palace.

Looking at the shaking palace, which seemed to be falling, in extreme fear, Guan Zhao calmed down. After swallowing his throat hard, he trembled and hooked his hand on Qi Xiang's shoulder, and whined: "Brother... I, I, we... go quickly, you can't stay here anymore."

“Yes, yes…”

Manager Bao's teeth were trembling and agreed very much: "Go away, leave here..."

Life is important, dying late is better than dying early.

Over the years, he has been working hard for his boss, without any credit or hard work. Perhaps, because of his hard work, the boss spared his life for many years, why should he be eager to die?

Besides, even if this matter is, it is similar to natural disasters and is a factor that cannot be resisted by humans.

There was no way for a bunch of guards to protect the hospital. He was a fat man, so how could he have the power to win over the sky?

Manager Bao is a little at ease when he goes like this.

So without hesitation, he asked Qi Xiang and Guan to evacuate them together.

"Walk……"

The fat man and the fat man supported each other and cated with trembling body, like two balls of meat, moving towards the door little by little.

Qi Xiang raised her eyebrows and followed her with her.

Anyway, now, the picture is in hand, and it has nothing to do with him. Besides, judging by their equal strength, it is estimated that if they are fighting for two or three days, they may not be able to decide the outcome.

Since that's the case, let them continue to fight. As long as they are tired of fighting, they will naturally stop.

With this idea, Qi Xiang silently followed Manager Bao and Guanzhao, and soon arrived at the door, and was about to walk out of the palace smoothly.

At this moment, Manager Bao and Guan Zhao suddenly stopped.

"Why don't you leave?" Qi Xiang was a little surprised. The exit was right in front of her. As long as she took another step, she could go out. Why did the two people suddenly become stiff?

Manager Bao and Guan Xiu had a relatively large body size, equivalent to two screens, blocking his view.

The screen stopped moving, and he felt something was wrong, so he moved slightly, left the two mountains of meat to block, and then saw the situation outside the palace.

At first glance, Qi Xiang's pupils contracted slightly, and her heart sank slightly.

In the midst of lightning, he suddenly thought of what he hadn't finished just now. When he was in the private room, he once said that there were not only masters, but also the last line of defense in the club.

At this moment, Qi Xiang finally understood what the last line of defense was.

"gun……"

At this time, outside the palace, hundreds of people suddenly lie in ambush.

These people lurked silently around, surrounding the palace. The most important thing is that each person was holding a gun in his hand, and the black muzzle was aimed at them.

No wonder. Manager Bao and Guan Zhao, who walked to the door, dared not move again. Seeing the dark muzzle, the two of them were sweating constantly, their clothes were soaked, and they were almost exhausted.

"Menghu..."

After a while, Manager Bao realized, immediately raised his hands, his voice was anxious and low, and he said in a tight voice: "It's me, don't shoot..."

I followed suit and was trembling, afraid that someone would suddenly get angry, and even he would be shot.

Qi Xiang's expression was a little more cautious, and she asked softly: "Is that a real gun?"

“…Imitation gun!”

The sound of attention was trembling: "But the power of the bullet is not small, it can kill people."

Qi Xiang suddenly realized that at this time, the care would not lie.

More than one hundred guns, even if they are imitation guns, even if they are half the power of real guns. However, with more numbers, their lethality will definitely be extremely terrifying.

Moreover, these gunmen can tell at a glance that they are well-trained. Maybe they are retired veterans and good at playing guns. From their resolute and cold eyes, they know that they are not frivolous, but are really brave enough to shoot.

Here, is it a gold nest or a tiger nest?

Qi Xiang looked at the gunman outside, and then looked back at Jun Bufu, who was still fighting forever. Mu Qingshan.

"It's so stupid that I don't know yet."

Qi Xiang shook her head and suddenly shouted: "Don't shoot, there are ambushes outside, more than a hundred guns aimed at here, just waiting to hunt you down."

Qi Xiang's voice came to the ears of the two, which naturally made their swords stagnate. Then, the two rose up from the ground, as if two cranes soared into the sky, directly breaking through the top of the hall and appearing in the sky.

"beat……"

Unpredictable, someone was giving orders outside.

"Dongdongdongdongdongqiang!"

"Serge!"

In an instant, the vast club suddenly sounded deafening heavy metal rock music, and the sound of firecrackers that rang through the sky.

The two kinds of sounds are mixed, which is a hundred times louder than the lively vegetable market.
To be continued...