This long street is actually a relatively prosperous street in Jinling City. From day to night, from sunny to rainy days, it is full of idle people walking around the streets and alleys. However, this evening, this area is particularly quiet and quiet, with the sound of the rain falling very clearly. It is so quiet that the spring breeze swept through the streets and alleys with pride, and there is no pedestrian. Apart from the wind and rain, there is only the sound of the inn door pushing open, which stretches far and far.

At the end of the street, I don’t know how many people were rushing over with their knives, and two young men walked towards me, as if they were walking, slowly, one in white and the other in blue, all carrying a sword. In the wind and rain, I could only vaguely see that both of them were very calm.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, raindrops hit the umbrella, as if to break it. In fact, both Gu Qingci and Liu Yiqing were already wet with the rainfall, but they didn't care, nor did they isolate it with their true energy. The faint smile on their faces lit up the dim sky a little.

"This is a bit too quiet." Gu Qingci said softly.

"Haha," Liu Yiqing chuckled and said, "Brother, you are wrong. In fact, it's not quiet at all. In the dark, I don't know how many people are hiding and paying attention to this battle. Well, the people from Fengmanlou must have arrived very early before."

"Is that right? Will someone come?" Gu Qingci said in confusion.

"Haha, Master Jian adds a drunkard and faces Qisha Palace and the Ma family in the capital. This is definitely not a trivial matter. However, brother, I don't understand why you must fight them here to the death without escaping?" Liu Yiqing asked.

Gu Qingci raised his head slightly, stopped, and said, "First, I can't leave anymore, second, I also want the storm to come a little harder, third, I want to enter Beijing with dignity!"

The long street is full of silence.

At this moment, there are undercurrents in the world.

There is a mountain in the north of Daxia called Langya Mountain. The peach blossoms have only been budding in March. There is a middle-aged man with a look similar to Liu Yiqing. He is looking at the cliff with his hands behind his back, with a calm and steady face, which is completely opposite to Liu Yiqing's personality.

This person is Liu Yiqing's father and Liu Yunxiu, the head of Langya Sword Sect.

There were a few old men behind Liu Yunxiu, some of whom were about the same age as him, all of whom were elders of the Langya Sword Sect or some of the sects in power. Some were sitting and drinking tea, some were playing chess, and some were discussing martial arts.

At this time, a disciple ran over, and suddenly, the scene was quiet for a while. Everyone stopped and stared at the disciple tightly. The man was so scared that he sweated anxiously and said nervously: "President Qi, it has already begun!"

"Bang"

The cup in Liu Yunxiu's hand was ashes. At the same time, a white beard looked at it and smashed the chessboard. He stood up and said, "Yi Qing's chance has finally come. Damn, last time I saw the swordsmanship of the girl in Tianshan Dao Pavilion from afar, which scared me. I don't know what Yi Qing would do?"

"It won't be bad!" Liu Yunxiu said affirmatively.

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In the capital, it was a bit gloomy this day, as if it would rain at any time. In an attic, the third princess Tang Yun leaned against the window and was silent. Ma Dongyang was sitting in front of him, and he was also very silent.

After a long time, someone came up, said a few words to Ma Dongyang, and left again. Ma Dongyang hurriedly said to Tang Yun: "Princess, the other side of Jinling City has begun to move!"

Tang Yun turned around slightly and said lightly: "How to arrange it."

"The Qikill Palace sent four great practitioners, and I found eight great practitioners. As for the hooded Qi realm warriors, there were thirty. In addition, Jinling Mansion Yi also defected to His Highness Mo Yi a month ago. This time, it was foolproof!" Ma Dongyang said.

Tang Yun's eyes fluctuated a little and said, "Can you guarantee that everything is foolproof? You must know that Gu Qingci has grown too fast and has exceeded our expectations."

Ma Dongyang nodded slowly and said, "Ouyang Muhua also went to Jinling a few days ago. Now, it's almost done!"

"Ouyang Muhua!" Tang Yun suddenly raised her eyebrows, stood up, and said angrily: "Ma Dongyang, what are you thinking? You actually asked Ouyang Muhua to assassinate Gu Qingci, are you... you are so confused?"

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In an inn not far from the Princess's Mansion, the people from Yinshan Sect were also looking at the gloomy sky. Perhaps it is more suitable to be people from Mengpo Village now. He sighed softly to the elder and saw a figure looming outside the window, appearing like a soul.

"Saint!" said respectfully to the elder.

Mo Lanying sniffed, patted Elder Xiang on the shoulder, and said, "I said Lao Xiang, how many times have you told me, call me Meng Po, Meng Po, don't call me Saint, Yinshan Sect no longer exists!"

Xiang Elder was silent and said nothing.

Mo Lanying sighed as if she was too angry and said, "Why do you tell me that you just don't understand? The destruction of Yinshan Sect is the trend of the general trend, and this cannot be changed. Just like Gu Qingci will never die in Jinling, this is the general trend."

"How can the saint be so sure that Gu Qingci will not die in Jinling?"

Mo Lanying was stunned for a moment and muttered: "Confirm means certain, but why is Gu Qingci different from the record? And Liu Yiqing, what happened to the battle in Jinling? Why is there such a big change? Gu Qingci shouldn't die in Jinling. His destination should be stained with blood. The green mountains are buried in bones, so why do you need a hometown place!"

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At the same time, two women on the boat suddenly raised their heads, looked at Jinling City, and flew up, thinking about coming from the city.

In the city, there was a man lying on the donkey's back, gnawing on the carrot, taking the brick from the donkey's neck, and shaking gently.

Outside a tavern, an old man with a waist knife was holding a bowl of wine, squatting in front of the eaves, smiling and revealing two old yellow teeth, saying a word of Shuzhong dialect, "What you want, what you want, fight, which one wins the best one!"

Outside the long street, many inns and restaurants have the best business, with some discussing, some silence, and some waiting and watching.

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There was rain on the long street and someone appeared.

There were only two young men facing each other, and no one was hiding their whereabouts. With the continuous sound of footsteps, the sound of the soles of the shoes being slashed, the sharp and bright swords were unsheathed, hundreds or thousands of men from the world came out of various alleys.

Under two oil-paper umbrellas, Gu Qingci and Liu Yiqing stood in the middle of the street. The heavy rain fell and ripples were everywhere. The two of them quietly looked at the black crowd that was pouring out from all directions.

Liu Yiqing raised his head and took a sip of wine, lit it a few times, and said calmly: "Brother, leave the five to me, what if you do the remaining seven?"

Gu Qingci smiled slightly and said, "You can beat one of them, but they will be besieged anyway. It will be no effect to kill a few of them. Twelve ones, until they are killed."

Liu Yiqing was very ordinary, so he leaned over to Gu Qingci's ear and whispered: "Brother, really, are you really sure?"

"I want to ask you this sentence too!"

"That's just not sure!"

"Aren't you?"

Just as the two were talking softly under the umbrella, the crowd in the heavy rain finally couldn't stand this contemptuous insult and shouted:

"kill!"

Liu Yiqing threw the oil-paper umbrella and threw it on the ground casually. He raised his right hand and reached out to the junior to hold the hilt of the sword. With a "Cheng", he drew his sword out of the sheath, stepped on the water with his face, rushed over, and said lightly: "Brother, I'll go first!"

Gu Qingci smiled slightly, bowed to the crowd rushing towards him, and said, "After today, there will be another thousand people missing in the world!"

A simple sentence seems to break through the world.

Gu Qingci slowly reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. The moment his slender fingers held the hilt of the sword stained with the rain, countless raindrops were pierced by the sword energy, like a sudden smoke, and his gentle smile turned into murderous intent. He shook his sword in silence. In the rain, he could never see the white clothes again.

Two figures shuttled through the crowd, one with white and one with green. Wherever they passed, all my sister was bloody. Liu Yiqing's sword was really ordinary, one sword, one corpse.

Gu Qingci was even more cruel than Liu Yiqing. The people he met with his sword were like kites, flying backwards in extreme miserable ways, flying through the air, and some were slapped in the head and shattered directly.

Thousands of men in the world who were shouting and killing were quiet for a moment, subconsciously looking at the two bloody paths, and then rushed up again. This time, the twelve great practitioners also came.

In the rain on the long street, the white figures and green figures seemed to be walking around the streets. Both of them were swordsmen, holding swords and buzzing, whistling, wrapped in cool breeze and cold water. Every sword shadow passed by, a figure flew up, the sword body and chest, some flew out, vomiting blood and slipping down, some limbs broke, and they fell to the ground to wail.

As the two gradually separated, as ordinary Liu Yiqing said before, he blocked five great practitioners, fighting against five, his face did not change at all, and was as calm as usual. In this gradually enveloped the night, his eyes were very bright. He became more and more courageous and crueler as he fought, gradually, like a dream.

When injured, blood flew out, hiding, flying swords interspersed, killing people, and he also hurts people...

Gu Qingci, who was unobstructed on the other side, also met great practitioners. This group of people did not talk about the moral principles of the world. Although they were also great practitioners, they had self-knowledge and could only siege people like Liu Yiqing and Gu Qingci.

He held the thin Jade Bone Sword, and the old man buzzed. He whispered: "I have a sword, I walk in the world!"

A terrifying speed vibrated at a high speed, and then "swish swish swish swish" turned into a white light and shadow, tearing through the rain curtain, interspersing in the air, sword shadows interspersed, and the sword tip pointed to a great practitioner, holding a sword, and the Jade Bone Sword was flying, stopping it.

But there are always seven practitioners who can escape the pursuit.

The Jade Bone Sword flew back, Gu Qingci held it in his hand, and seven swords pierced the rain curtain at the same time, and a series of true qi came to fight. His body was full of true qi, and a light shield appeared, and the golden true qi surged.

Seven swords, from several directions, stabbed on the light shield.
Chapter completed!