Qian Yiqun looked at the sword, pinched his fingers, pointed his sword directly, and shouted: "Turn around!"

The sword struggled a little and stopped in the air.

Qian Yiqun was worried: "Last time I easily snatched his flying sword, but I couldn't grab it today? Could it be that he let the water go last time?" He couldn't help but relax his right hand, reached out and touched his waist, holding the folding fan he gave him in his hand.

This folding fan is a brown bamboo fan bone, which makes it cool when you get it. It will be warm after holding it for a long time and will not cause heat.

Qian Yiqun subconsciously exhaled his spiritual essence and penetrated his fan bone.

The flying sword flew towards him in an instant without Qian Yiqun's spiritual balance.

Qian Yiqun didn't even think about it, and he held the fan and blocked it.

The sword fans collided and burst out with a ball of inspiration.

Qian Yiqun's eyes flashed before him, as if he saw a vague figure in the light.

The figure was illusory and flashed only in the spiritual light. As the spiritual light dissipated, it disappeared.

Qian Yiqun didn't know if it was because of his excessive blood loss. Anyway, although this intercourse was hit by the flying sword, his fan was also cut off.

This is what Qian Yiqun wants.

Chen Shaolou is a famous fan-making artist in Suzhou. Every detail of the fan he made is impeccable. There are thirteen bones in total, with sharp heads like swords. Once they are dispersed, they are ready-made hidden weapons.

Qian Yiqun rolled into the ground, picked up the broken fan in his hand, pulled out the fan bone and held it in his hand.

The flying sword stabs.

Qian Yiqun turned his head slightly, and the cold air on his sword body passed by his neck, cutting through the oily skin.

Qian Yiqun ignored it and only stared at Dai Shiming.

This staring was like wearing a pair of telescopes. The lens was closer, and the entire vision was full of only Dai Shiming.

Qian Yiqun stared at the target, pinched the fan bone with three fingers, and shook his wrist with force, throwing the fan bone out like throwing a dart.

Dai Shiming sneered in his heart: You can't even beat the sword, let alone throwing hidden weapons with your hands!

Unexpectedly, the bone flew extremely fast, and because it was flying in the wood qi, there was no resistance, so there was no sound of wind. In a flash, it had arrived in front of Dai Shiming.

Dai Shiming was shocked and was about to use the scabbard in his hand to pluck it, but the fan bone had already pierced under his Adam's apple, and the soft part between the collarbone was nailed straight into the cervical vertebrae.

This is not a key point, it is difficult to kill in one blow.

Dai Shiming held the fan bone tightly and fell to the ground. He felt his body like a leaky bellows, hissing and squirting out. Because the trachea was cut off, Wu Luan did not have much effort to inhale with his mouth and nose, and the fresh air could not enter his lungs.

The elite disciples of the Dai family in Cangzhou twitched and rolled on the ground, wanting to cry without tears, wanting to shout silently, vomiting and chirping, and in great pain.

The servants around him took a few more steps and looked at the fairy master who was sure to win just now.

The lung energy finally sprayed out, and Dai Shiming thrust his legs and stopped moving.

He suffocated to death, his whole face twisted together, with a look of horror and pain.

Dai Shiming fell to the ground, but the flying sword did not fall.

Qian Yiqun avoided the sword edge and was cut off again. His hand just held the hilt of the sword, and he felt that the tentacles were cold. He exhaled the spiritual aggregate with force, and a ball of spiritual light burst out between the palm and the hilt of the sword. Among the spiritual light, there was a pale human hand.

Qian Yiqun was frightened and quickly let go. The flying sword paused in the air, then landed on the ground with a clang and stopped moving.

It was the time when Dai Shiming breathed his last breath.

Qian Yiqun looked at the flying sword that fell to the ground, panting like a cow, his head was blank. The figures he had just seen flashed in front of his eyes, making his heartbeat unstable.

Everyone says: "Living people are not afraid, let alone ghosts?" But when they encounter these ghosts that cannot be seen clearly, how many people can truly be fearless?

He didn't feel the pain when his life was fighting. Now the overall situation was settled, and the sword injury on his body immediately broke out, almost causing Qian Yiqun to fall to the ground. He knew that if he showed any signs of exhaustion, he might be the servants who rushed forward and became the cheap hyena, so he had to hold on.

However, the servants were already scared to the soles of their feet. Seeing that the immortal master whom they usually worshiped was killed, the killing god was still standing in the same place with blood, trying to escape but not dared to go, and a few of them were even scared to pee.

"He has no strength! Brothers, kill him!" The brave shouted loudly, but he did not stand up.

Qian Yiqun glanced at the man, but the wood qi in his body had not yet recovered and his eyesight was insufficient, so he naturally could not fly out of the fan bone to take human life.

Seeing that two brave and brainless steps forward, Qian Yiqun immediately raised the sword under his feet, floated in the air, took a few steps, and shouted: "I want to let you go a path of life, but some people are impatient!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone over there laughed and said, "Look! He has indeed softened and he was seriously injured!"

"Kill!" Several people who were eager to make contributions immediately rushed towards Qian Yiqun with sticks.

Qian Yiqun looked at Ling Yunhai inwardly and probably had most of his reserves. Today, Dai Shiming showed his power and beat him so much that he didn't even have the chance to fight against Ling Yun. This was just right, and it was still very easy to kill these ordinary people with swords.

The flying sword turned into light, and the sword walked in an arc. The throat of the man who rushed in front had been cut off when the sharp blade flashed.

Qian Yiqun's sword fingers danced, killing all these bold servants like cutting leeks.

The other timids naturally scattered.

There are even more courageous people, their legs are weak, they sit on the ground, and they move backwards with their hands, grinning but don’t even dare to make any sound.

Qian Yiqun walked forward step by step, and the spiritual aggregate in his body began to flow naturally, gradually closing the blood vessel cracks. Although the injury did not recover from severe injuries, Qian Yiqun would not lose too much blood and become fainting. However, this kind of consumption of ordinary monks would definitely not be able to hold on, and only Qian, who is talented, can use it.

When Qian Yiqun walked to Dai Shiming's body, the servants had run away.

Qian Yiqun first picked up his Xihe sword and then picked up a copper coin.

With the moonlight, the inscription on the copper coins is clear. On the one hand, the two words "Baobao" are engraved in the negative text, and on the other hand, the two words "Luobao" are engraved in the positive text, which is obviously not the legal currency issued by the government.

Qian Yiqun held it in his palm and spit out the spirit. A golden light flashed across the copper coin. The copper coins scattered on the ground jumped up one after another, landed on Qian Yiqun's palm, and combined it with the copper coin and turned into a golden gold.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and when it completely faded, it still revealed an ordinary copper coin, with the four words engraved on both sides, and it had not changed.

The Hongniang stood in the distance, and saw Qian Yiqun squatting on the ground, with a golden light flashing, and he said to himself: "The old madman said someone died for me tonight. It turned out that it was not Qian Yiqun... It was the Dai family. Qian Yiqun was a cunning and changeable guy who had just pretended to die and attacked him. I don't know if I can get a advantage when I go out now. Alas, then Dai family must have many treasures."

Qian Yiqun put the copper coins into his sleeves, stood up and walked slowly to Dai Shiming's body.

Dai Shiming's eyes were wide open, his eyes were protruding, his mouth and tongue were exposed, and he looked like a hanged ghost.

Qian Yiqun squatted down, took the scabbard and put away the sword, then reached out to slap the corpse, and pulled out a purse, a treasure bag, and two small wooden boxes.

These two wooden boxes are one big and one small. The one that is big is just like a slap, flat and flat, which is somewhat similar to later mobile phones.

Qian Yiqun opened the big wooden box first and was startled.

After the lid is opened, it is naturally connected, and a faint layer of white light appears.

There are faint traces under the white light.

Qian Yiqun carefully identified it as he was at the moment. The picture was very simple. After a few strokes, he outlined a terrain. Although it was inaccurate, it looked like a landscape painting drawn by a famous artist.

The two red dots are located in the center of this landscape map, very eye-catching, as if they are marking something, but they don’t know what it means. Qian Yiqun speculated: “If this red dot means a dead person, there are obviously more than two here. If it means a living person…” He looked up and looked at the corpses carefully.

He is indeed the only one.

What do these two red dots mean?

When the Hongmao saw that Qian Yiqun had touched a treasure, she felt itchy. Nothing that could produce light on its own was a common thing. Curiosity and greed were scratching her heart, so she could hardly help but fly out to snatch it.

——There must be reinforcements in the Zhang Mansion, let’s wait and see.

The Hong Niang thought to himself.

Qian Yiqun has already packed this "mobile phone map" and picked up the small wooden box. He will know what it is.

Qian Yiqun had also obtained this wooden box before, and it was a pill of destiny pill!

He opened the box and the misty inside emitted a familiar elixir fragrance. It was indeed the Destiny Pill.

——I am not at the end of my life and will not bet on my life.

Qian Yiqun still remembers that the destiny pill was only allowed to be destined to fate, and half of life and death were there, so how could he eat it? He put away the destiny pill, stood up swayingly, and faintly heard the crowds in the Zhang family's courtyard, as if he was recruiting people to fight out.

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, even a fool knows that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Qian Yiqun gritted his teeth and sucked the air conditioner, trying hard to suppress the pain.

"There is there! Don't run away!"

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Chapter completed!