People often have great insights between life and death. The Buddhist saying that there is great horror between life and death, which is true. But Gu Qingci didn't have much thought at this moment. Some of them were just empty holes as silent as a pool of stagnant water. He had a flying knife in his hand, a very ordinary flying knife.

This flying knife has a very ordinary name called Xiao Li flying knife, but its name is not at all ordinary Xiao Li flying knife, which is perfect!

This flying knife was originally extracted from the system space and was preparing to deal with Ning Qing, a great practitioner who had a life-and-death hatred, but it never had the chance to use it. However, this time, it was not a waste to deal with a great practitioner.

System-produced, disposable consumable.

The moment he held it in his hand, Gu Qingci suddenly felt very natural, but he had never used a flying knife before. He felt very comfortable, but he was not used to using a knife. His movements seemed to be natural, natural, and very skillful.

The blade exuded an aura, as if the pressure of heaven and earth had turned into a flying knife. Not far away, Yan Bo, who was staggering from the hills, looked horrified and could no longer see the disrespectful smile on his face. He opened his mouth and couldn't stop his ears and murmured: "What a terrifying knife intention, when did such a strong man appear in the world again?"

Qin Keqing raised her eyebrows, and she felt a kind of oppression, invisible oppression. She had only seen her life once. It was when her master and a person were fighting on the top of the Tianshan Mountains. She felt this horror. Although it was only a moment, she had the illusion of wandering around the edge of death.

Ning Qing, who was angry and used all his true energy to control the short sword, suddenly trembled. At that moment, his short sword began to fall. For some reason, he had the illusion of powerless resistance, and even the short sword that had been used for a lifetime seemed to have lost control.

However, the person who was the real sword-backed sword pointed to was not very touched, but was a little uncomfortable or a little uncomfortable. However, he had no time to think about it at all, even a great practitioner, he had no time to do it.

The sound of Gu Qingci burst out suddenly sounded:

"I have a knife that will take your life!"

In the storm and snow, Gu Qingci was like a small boat, and could be swept away by the wind and waves at any time. However, he reached out his hand slightly, and a flying knife escaped. All his internal strength was uncontrollable, and he rushed into the blade frantically along the hilt of the knife. A majestic aura was like the sky collapsed, which made everyone breathless.

A buzzing sound, a crisp sound.

I saw the huge knife colliding with a finger-sized flying knife. The big knife actually began to break one by one, and then there was nothing to see. The prickly prickly heat suddenly exploded and spread around!

There was no way to see what happened in the middle of the blizzard. There was only a majestic breath of heaven and earth surrounding the blizzard, as if rolls of blades were interspersing back and forth. The surrounding trees and hills felt a little trembling, and some autumn leaves or stones were crushed into powder.

Only Gu Qingci could see clearly that the flying knife and the big knife collided. The flying knife shattered the big knife and exposed its original body. A black iron knife kept shaking and trembling in the wind and snow, as if it was about to fall in the twilight years of the wind.

The sword-carrying man was shocked. He could not imagine how an ant could have emitted such powerful strength, but he had no time to figure it out. Countless rays of light burst out from the dark night, like a fireworks set off in the dark curtain of the dome, burning in the air.

Then a sword burst out from the fire, directly passing through the body of the sword-behind man. A wisp of blood spurted out, like a little plum blossom. The ink iron sword, which was originally a rare treasure sword, turned into pieces now.

...

When the blizzard was rising, Yan Bo lay on the ground with his waist knife. He slowly raised his head. He didn't notice that he used force because of his nervousness and his fingers were embedded in the hilt. The hilt had been deformed by him. He exclaimed incredible: "Divine Thought!"

Ning Qing was shocked and shocked. His short sword completely lost control and fell directly to the ground. However, he didn't care at all. He just swallowed his saliva and said in surprise: "This... divine thought... how could such a powerful person appear here?"

"Chen!"

The Wugui Sword had already entered the blizzard at some point and disappeared. At this time, a crisp sound suddenly came out. Qin Keqing was shocked and saw a long white sword flying out of the wind and snow, or thrown out. It was very embarrassed, and when he held it in his hand, he was trembling.

She landed on the ground, and a look of surprise burst out in her eyes.

...

A shrill scream rang out in the wind and snow.

The body of the sword-carrying man was pierced. Gu Qingci's flying knife was like an unavoidable death-carrying knife. It flashed in the eyes of the sword-carrying man, and then pierced into his dantian, causing him to feel severe pain. The light in front of him disappeared instantly, and everything around him was ashes like clouds and smoke.

The strong wind blew.

Running in the air that makes people unable to breathe, the body of the sword-carrying man was like a grain of dust in a sandstorm, swept into the sand, and disappeared in an instant. Then it flew out lightly and smashed on the ground, rolling continuously in a mess, and finally hit a hill, without any movement.

...

After a long time, everything in the world became quiet, and all the scenes disappeared, as if everything just now was just dazzled. Only the rolled snowflakes began to fall down, falling on the ground, a little smaller than ordinary snowflakes, and the incision was very flat.

Ning Qing and Qin Keqing rushed over and saw a man standing there in the snow flying. His figure was very desolate, his head was lowered and there was no movement. There was a sword like a human bone stuck next to him. His clothes were broken and stained with wind and snow. When the wind blew, he fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Gu Qingci!"

Qin Keqing couldn't help but let out a shout, all his voice trembling.

The world was dead silent. Qin Keqing was like a white light in the night, and instantly appeared beside Gu Qingci and helped him up. At this time, Ning Qing also arrived and was about to reach out to help him, but was stopped by Qin Keqing's cold eyes.

Ning Qing shook his hand awkwardly, shook his head, and said, "How is Mr. Gu?"

Qin Keqing looked at Gu Qingci's face, and for some reason, suddenly felt a feeling that she had never felt before, which made her feel uncomfortable. Then he reached out and grabbed Gu Qingci's wrist, felt it for a while, and said coldly: "It's okay, it's just that the internal energy is exhausted and he fainted."

Ning Qing breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something when he suddenly heard Qin Keqing's cold voice: "I remember you told me that you can definitely protect Gu Qingci, but he is almost dead now. You can compensate with your life!"

Qin Keqing did not move, but her Wuqi sword suddenly rushed out from her waist.
Chapter completed!