The Longmen Sect is arrogant and domineering, but at this moment, Li Qingshan is ten times more domineering than the Longmen Sect. With just one word, he determined the fate of the two major forces entrenched in Qingyang for a long time.

However, Yang Anzhi had no slight anger on his face, and he regained the calmness and rationality that a swordsman should have. He judged Li Qingshan as a rare strong enemy in his life based on his instinctual intuition.

But he also has absolute confidence. His light and elegant light skills are the most restrained by Li Qingshan's external kung fu, just like Li Qingshan's iron fist that restrains Liu Hong. No matter how strong he is, he cannot beat others, and he is exhausted. Li Qingshan can block the sword of an ordinary Dragon Gate disciple, but cannot block the sword of him, a dignified second-rate master.

Li Qingshan also knew this very well, and he was keenly aware that the sword worn by Yang Anzhi was different from the steel long sword worn by ordinary disciples. But facing such an opponent, it was impossible to escape, so he had to stand up.

The two confronted each other, and the restaurant suddenly became quiet, and the murderous aura made people breathless.

"Clang!"

Yang Anzhi drew his sword and left the sheath, and the cold sword light swept across Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan's pupils shrank, and there was a faint layer of inspiration on his sword blade, just like the knife he got today.

People are famous and swords are also famous. This is a famous sword that everyone knows about in Qingyang City.

The Flying Dragon Sword is a sword that has been passed down for generations in the Dragon Sect. Only the head of the sect is qualified to wear. A person is famous and a sword is famous and profitable! Even if it is held by an ordinary person, this sword can be cut like mud. If it is in the hands of a real swordsman, it is a real murder weapon.

"This is a spiritual weapon!" Before the banquet, Qingniu looked at the knife in Li Qingshan's hand and said.

"What is a spiritual weapon?" Li Qingshan played with the knife in his hand: "Did you really find a treasure for me?" He often read novels in his previous life. He just went to a grocery store to browse and picked up a peerless magic weapon. From then on, he blocked the gods and killed the Buddhas.

Qingniu smiled contemptuously and broke his fantasy: "This thing has barely attached a layer of spiritual energy, and it is not even a low-grade spiritual weapon. It is mostly used by apprentices who are new to refining weapons, but at your level, it is barely considered a treasure!" But the scent of ridicule in the eyes of the bull became stronger and stronger.

This thing can only be used as a flying knife. Whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary warrior, it is a waste product that cannot be considered a waste.

Li Qingshanzhen put away the knife with great importance. This was the first thing he got. Well, a spiritual weapon has great commemorative value, after all, it is a rare item.

But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, I saw another one, and it was in the hands of the enemy.

The shopkeeper of Jinge Shop was also mixed with the gentry. When other gentry were panicked and avoided, he looked at the Feilong Sword obsessedly.

If this sword was in the Jinge Shop, even if Li Qingshan took out all the silver and knelt on the ground and begged him, he would not sell it.

The sword energy came. When everyone thought that Li Qingshan would rush around like before, he rolled around to avoid the sharp edge of the sword energy and came to the corner of the restaurant.

Yang Anzhi's moves faster. When his wrist tilted, the sword light followed him like a shadow, and came towards Li Qingshan. A few feet apart, the cold air made Li Qingshan's skin feel cold.

Wherever the two went, the gentry screamed and fled, thinking they wanted to treat them as meat shields.

Li Qingshan was not as scoundrel as that, so he reached out to grab an Eight Immortals table and swung it as a weapon.

The huge Eight Immortals Table was as light as nothing in his hand, with strong winds rising and lights swaying.

Yang Anzhiquan did not take this power into consideration. With the sword light, the Eight Immortals Table was cut into pieces like tofu, and in a blink of an eye, there was only one foot left, pinching it in Li Qingshan's hand.

Li Qingshan threw the table leg out like a slap in a desperate situation. I wonder if he was panic, but he even threw it off and flew past Yang Anzhi's head.

Yang An's sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and Li Qingshan's vest was attached to the wall, and he could not retreat or avoid it.

Suddenly, the restaurant was pitch black, and the table foot flying out of Li Qingshan's hand shot down the last light.

"I want to escape! It's too late!" Yang Anzhi shouted, but he didn't see that when darkness came, Li Qingshan's face was not panic, but a smile.

"Bang!" Li Qingshan clapped his palms together, and between a slight slight clamping the Feilong Sword.

Yang Anzhi sneered. He used the momentum of flying forward to rush forward and wanted to hold the sword with his strength. It was a delusion! The sword tip thrust and the sword palm rubbed, and the harsh sound of metal clashing.

The tip of the sword was only three inches away from Li Qingshan's throat. Yang Anzhi's face suddenly changed, and the cold wind and cold air came from behind his head, which made him feel like the life and death crisis that had been away for many years.

"This is impossible!" This was the first thought he had.

Although he couldn't see his eyes, his other feelings were still there. How could he not realize that someone was close to him? How powerful light skills would be? Could it be a hidden weapon?

If the lights in the restaurant were still on, everyone could see that a knife was stabbing Yang Anzhi behind his head, which was really like a hidden weapon. But if someone could open his spiritual eyes like Li Qingshan, he would see that the knife was held in Xiao An's white little hand, which was just right.

Xiao An studied "The Dao of Zhu Yan and Bai Gu" by himself, and he was refining it with blood every day. He was no longer afraid of this level of blood and energy. He could truly approach the master's side, but he still lacked a suitable weapon.

If you use an ordinary hunting knife, with Yang Anzhi's strength, even if you don't practice external skills horizontally, your internal strength will fly the knife out, making it difficult to cause fatal damage.

But now it’s different. In Xiao An’s hands, the spiritual weapon and knife are not only not a waste, but also a magic weapon for assassination.

Li Qingshan used his body as bait, just to attract Yang Anzhi to this point, he and Xiao An did not prepare in advance, nor did he communicate with him in a word, and had extreme trust. Xiao An did not disappoint him, and his cooperation was so wonderful.

Yang Anzhi was also powerful. Within a slight slightest, he lowered his head to avoid it, and the blade almost slid across his scalp. He was shocked and was not confused. As long as he continued to exert force and killed Li Qingshan, he could calmly deal with the hidden weapon masters behind him.

The knife turned violently and stabbed downwards.

Not a hidden weapon!

Yang Anzhi's brain was in a mess in an instant, because he hadn't felt a little bit of a strange breath on his back, and a cool air rose in his heart, regardless of it, and wanted to withdraw his sword and return to defense.

Li Qingshan bit the sword force tightly with both palms and sneered. It is easy to stab, but the one that is pierced first must be your head. If you want to pull it out? Then don’t think about it!

The sword is in the presence of the human being, probably every swordsman has learned, not to mention that this sword is a sword passed down from ancestors.

The sword remained in Li Qingshan's hands, but the man flew out with an extremely elegant body movement, but the man could no longer be able to float, with his hair disheveled, and was extremely embarrassed.

All of this only happened in a flash. It took only a few breaths from Yang Anzhi's sword swing, pushing Li Qingshan to the wall, and then being assassinated and retreating.

The gentry were panicked and could not react. Only Liu Hong sniffed and smelled a bloody smell. His heart was full of shock. Yang Anzhi was injured? How did this kid hurt him?

At the last moment, Yang Anzhi decisively abandoned the sword, but also paid a heavy price. Xiao An still used a spiritual knife to pull out a wound more than a foot long behind him, and blood flowed down.

Li Qingshan was a little impressed by his decision. He realized the emotions mentioned in the book for the first time. Even if he was a life-and-death enemy and wanted to kill the other party at all costs, he would still be shocked by the skills shown by his opponents during the confrontation.

However, during the battle, he certainly would not be entangled in this kind of emotion, or in all right and wrong. Since he has made a mortal enemy, it is just right to kill the other party at all costs.

The restaurant was dark, and a little light came in through the window. Yang Anzhi opened his eyes wide and tried hard to adapt to the darkness. A black shadow appeared, and a strong wind blew on his face, as if it was a scent of fishy smell.
Chapter completed!