Qian Shuhua lay on the side of the road, bent down and vomited, his eyes were filled with Venus, and his mouth was filled with alcohol.

She has loved playing guns and sticks since she was a child. She has seen fights, but at best, those disputes between children are the real blood. She, the eldest lady of the Qian family, cannot see her.

So, when she heard Ye Que's words, have you ever seen a murderer, she opened her eyes hard.

Many shaking figures appeared in the air, and Ye Que stood in the middle.

The crowd of felt hats who came for revenge, with the leader's roar, raised the goose knife from his waist and rushed down from all directions of the roof.

"Knife, that's not what it is."

Ye Que looked at the crowd rushing up and said this, then leaned forward empty-handedly, and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed the leader's knife, held the hilt with his right hand, and took a step forward slowly with his left foot.

This Yan Dao is a knife produced by Juejian Villa. The blade is straight, with a slight arc at the tip of the knife, and there is a reverse blade. Two fine lines of blood grooves are carved on the reverse blade. It seems that the style should be changed from the previous feather sword.

Qian Shuhua had already sobered up most of the wine at this time, and she was really looking forward to it.

What is the scene of killing?

Qian Shuhua's eyes were wide open, staring at the goose knife in Ye Que's hand without blinking, and then watching the blade slide straight towards the person's chest.

However, the scene of blood gushing still did not appear.

Ye Que changed the position of the blade and the back of the knife at the end.

A dull and heavy blow sounded.

During this period, there were crisp bone cracks.

Every time Ye Que swung his knife, the back of the knife would accurately hit the person's chest. He did not use Tianyuan at all. Just a little real energy was enough to make the chests of these people collapse.

In the middle of the street, so many people were fighting, but there was no scream or howling. They only had a heavy blow and a broken bone. If they fell to the ground, they would be in a coma.

The man who rushed in front and roared to avenge Dao Shisi, didn't even touch the corner of Ye Que's clothes and was knocked away directly, like a kite with a broken string, landed more than ten meters away in an extremely miserable way. By chance, he smashed a bite of the fried cake oil pan, and the roar stopped abruptly.

soon.

All those who jumped off the roof fell to the ground and were unconscious. Those who had not had time to jump off subconsciously drew a very long arc with Ye Que's knife and the leader who flew out.

Fear spreads rapidly throughout the body through the eyes.

Only when a person is fearless can he be fearless.

Now, a difficult question is placed in front of these people, whether to jump or not? Jump, the courage is commendable, and it is worthy of the heart, worthy of heaven, and uprising, but it is very likely that the knife with a cracked back and bone hit the chest like a sledgehammer. If you don't jump, since then, even if Juejian Villa loses all face in this Luoyang City, they will be ashamed.

"kill!"

Finally, another desperate person shouted and jumped down.

Then a figure flew up, and with a bang, he fell ten meters away, hitting the corner of the wall, his chest collapsed, and his head was bleeding!

No one dared to jump for a while.

Ye Que suddenly looked up at the roof.

The people on the roof subconsciously took a step back.

Ye Que glared at him, and the group of people took another step back.

With a mocking smile, Ye Que suddenly raised the goose knife in his hand and made a move to chop.

A wave of tiles flew around, and in the blink of an eye, the crowd on the roof disappeared completely.

On the stone bridge in the distance, Chen Qing's brows were already frowning. He thought that Ye Que would be very strong. After all, with the innate realm, he could seal the seven-orbital spiritual acupoints of the psychic disciples in Shushan, and his skills would definitely not be too bad.

But I never expected that Ye Que was so strong!

A layman watches the excitement, while an expert sees the tricks.

Whether a person is strong or not has the level of cultivation is only one aspect, but the use of power is another aspect. If you have cultivation, you don’t know how to use it, which is equal to zero. However, if you don’t have high cultivation, you can exert strength far exceeding your cultivation. It is terrible.

What's more, from the innate realm to the acquired realm, and then to the spiritual realm, it seems to have crossed two levels. In fact, there is a subtle rule in the realm of cultivation.

All the stars are introduced before.

It means that before reaching the second-level star glory, all practitioners are in the beginning, and star glory is a threshold.

This also means that the previous three realms were not as great as imagined to improve their strength. At best, there was a difference in the amount of true energy in the body, the quality of the soul, and the strength of the body.

In history, it is not uncommon to pass the border and kill spiritual spirits.

When life and death are fighting, who will fight with you all the time, the outcome is often in a moment.

"This Ye Que's use of power has reached the point of lifting weight easily, and every part of his strength is just right. I thought this group of garbage would consume some of this person's true energy, but now it seems like a joke." Chen Qing looked at the messy crowd still running wildly on the roof, and pursed his lips in anger.

Zhuo Bufan beside him did not look at the escaped people. His eyes had never left Ye Que's body since the beginning of the battle, especially the knife in his hand. When he was on the dragon boat, he always thought that he was careless and Ye Que had sneaked into him.

Now, Zhuo Bufan put himself in the situation just now, imagining that he was a person standing on the roof, jumping down to fight Ye Que on the ground. Facing the knife in Ye Que's hand, he found that he couldn't dodge. As long as he entered Ye Que's body, no matter how he moved, he would be hit in the chest by the back of the knife.

Very surprising and weird.

Zhuo Bufan's palms had already started to sweat, and the sword in his hand was getting tighter and tighter. His brain was running rapidly, and his soul simulated the situation.

Finally, Zhuo Bufan breathed a long sigh, and he had already concluded, "He is not Ye Que's opponent in the close duel. If he wants to defeat Ye Que, he must distance himself and use the speed advantage of the Shushan Sword Technique."

Chen Qing actually did what Zhuo Bufan did. Although he was the leader of the younger generation in Shushan and the ninth genius. However, he had to admit that Chen Qing was not sure to defeat Ye Que when he fought in close combat.

This has nothing to do with cultivation, it depends on combat experience, and also has a grasp of the situation, and more importantly, talent.

Chen Qing asked himself that he should have more experience than Ye Que, "Is this Ye Que really talented?"

None of the three people on the stone bridge moved or spoke. Zhuo Bufan and Chen Qing were still deducing, while the younger one was just watching the fun and gathering the number of people. He didn't even know who Ye Que was on the opposite side.

In the center of Yeshifang, the crowd of Ye Que who killed Ye Que fell to the ground and fell into a coma, and fled away with fear. In fact, the whole process happened very quickly, and in just a cup of tea, some of the vendors next to the road did not even react, and the battle ended.

Qian Shuhua looked at Ye Que in amazement, just like looking at a stranger.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ye Que's hand holding the knife did not put down.

Ye Que turned around and no longer looked at the roofs around him. The expression on his face did not change at all. He just frowned slightly, looked displeased, and opened his mouth and muttered, "Are these children from Shushan born in the world? Why are you everywhere? Are you annoyed?"

After saying that, Ye Que inserted the knife in front of him and stomped his feet gently.

There was no movement of the earth, the mountain was shaking, and the roar was trembling.

But a drop of oil was swayed to the ground not far away, and a drop of oil was shocked and flew into the air.

Ye Que didn't even look at it, and stretched out his fingers and stroked the mysteriously in the air. The drop of oil instantly floated in front of Ye Que. Then Ye Que looked at the drop of oil, as if he had received some order, and the drop of oil immediately came alive.

It started to rotate and vibrate in the air at a terrifying speed.

Perhaps the speed is too fast, and sparks seem to be visible in a daze.

It only takes a few seconds.

Ye Que grinned at the stone bridge in the distance, bounced his index finger and middle finger from the air.

The drop of oil hanging in the air disappeared in a flash.

From the stone bridge where Chen Qingzhuo Bufan stood to the night market where Ye Que was, a spark passed by in the air, as if it had torn apart the air, and as if it had pierced all the dust in the middle, coming in a daze.

Chen Qing saw Ye Que's grin, and also saw Ye Que's fingers from the air. He also saw the whole process of Ye Que's battle just now, so he did not underestimate the enemy.

At the first moment, Chen Qing's true energy was mobilized, and his mind power was released for a hundred meters away. In a blink of an eye, five barriers were laid in front of him.

Chen Qing believed that no matter which sect's sword technique, no matter which sect's spell technique, or which sect's spiritual technique, at such a long distance, you will not be able to take advantage of it if you are prepared.

However, one second passed, ten seconds passed, and twenty seconds passed.

Nothing happened.

Chen Qing's fifth layer of mental power did not stir up any of the waves, and the true energy in his body did not move at all.

After a while, Chen Qing suddenly turned around and left without saying a word. The five layers of thought that he had been painstakingly arranged were instantly broken, and the true energy condensed around his body quickly contracted back into his body.

Zhuo Bufan and the boy next to him were stunned.

"What's going on?"

"The battle is over?"

"What happened just now?"

Under the night.

The breeze blew.

A strand of hair on Chen Qing's temples floated in the wind. His hair was originally straight hair one by one without any curve. However, the strands that floated into the air were all curled at the ends. Looking closely, the color was still yellow. If you get close, you can smell a faint burnt smell.

The drop of oil burned Chen Qing's temples and hair!

"I can't stop Ye Que's sword from close range. I'm not as fast as Ye Que's fight. Is there any face to stay and bring shame on myself?" Zhuo Bufan might not have figured it out, but Chen Qing already knew it.

However, he must not be able to guess the truth. That drop of oil looks like oil, but in fact it is Tianyuan that is operating internally. How could Chen Qing detect Tianyuan by relying on the mind power barrier laid by the true essence?

"Bang!"

The vendor closest to Ye Que finally came to his senses. The wooden basin in his hand fell directly to the ground, his mouth wide open, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Ye Que, and pointed at a group of people on the ground. He seemed to be unable to say anything.

"Miss, are you okay?"

The matter ended, and someone from Qian’s shop on the roadside finally recognized Qian’s calligraphy and paintings, and rushed forward to ask if he was injured.

He waved his hand in annoyance and drove these people away like a flies. Qian Shuhua stared at him and walked towards Ye Que, opened his mouth, thought about it and closed it again, then opened his mouth again, and pointed at Ye Que, "You!"
To be continued...