The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 42
It's weird today.

Yi Qingchen gathered the nine corpses together and searched their belongings, but he was thinking about what happened today.

Ever since he heard about it at the county government office, he felt something was wrong.

Huayin County is just under Huashan Mountain and belongs to the back garden of Huashan School.

Ordinary underworld masters will consciously stay away from places where such big factions are entrenched, so as to avoid conflicts with big factions.

Although the Huashan School is no longer a big school, it has the background of the Five Sacred Sacred Alliance.

In the cognition of Jianghu, messing with the Huashan faction is tantamount to messing with the Wuyue Sword faction.

Most people try to avoid it.

Of course, the heads of gangsters are pinned to their waistbands, and there are not a few who dare to make enemies with Huashan.

But it was certainly for a purpose worth fighting for.

It is very strange to commit a crime at the foot of Huashan Mountain, but only to kill a few ordinary people.

By the time he arrived outside the murder room, he was convinced that this was a trap.

Now it seems that it is another trick of the Demon Cult.

It's just that last time the masters of the top ten elder ranks didn't manage Huashan. The people sent this time are not as good as last time. What do you want to do?
While thinking about it, Yi Qingchen's expression suddenly changed, he raised his hand and grabbed a corpse and threw it out of the window.

Whoosh...

Hidden arrows flew, and countless hidden arrows pierced through the window.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the corpse turned into a sieve full of arrows.

Yi Qingchen's expression remained unchanged, and after throwing the first corpse, he threw the second corpse, then the third corpse, and the fourth corpse...

Eight corpses flew out of the room at the same time, flying in all directions like celestial maidens.

The ambush team had just fired a wave of arrows, and before the second wave of attack was launched, the corpses had already hit their eyes.

The expression of the archer standing in front of him changed drastically, and he subconsciously waved his bow and arrow and smashed it out.

bang bang bang...

The corpse contained internal force from Yi Qingchen, like a big stone from a trebuchet.

The bows in the hands of all the archers broke one after another, and the people were knocked to the ground.

They are also good players in the arena, but in front of first-class masters, they are as fragile as babies.

The pupils of the silver mask shrank and shouted: "Don't mess around, shoot the arrows. Shoot the arrows!"

While yelling at his subordinates, he flew up, and the Yanling Saber slashed at the corpse, splitting the corpse in two.

This internal force is not strong, is it?
A trace of doubt flashed in the silver mask's heart, and he shouted: "Gather in formation and shoot me through the room!"

Before the words fell, he suddenly felt extremely dangerous.

He has been fighting for a long time, although he has not figured out the situation, he has already retreated.

But there is still time!

The upper and lower parts of the body split in half by him suddenly glowed with blue light, and it flew seven feet across in an instant, hitting the silver mask's ribs.

"die!"

The silver mask roared, and the Yanling saber was pushed horizontally.

Yi Qingchen took his time and raised the long whale sword.

Wherever the internal force went, the silver mask involuntarily flew upside down, and the Yanling knife came out of his hand and plunged into the crowd.

Yi Qingchen stopped looking at him, turned around and bumped into the fine iron mask.

"I fuck..."

The fine iron mask was horrified, the first choice turned out to be to turn around and run.

Seeing this, Yi Qingchen became more imposing, and the blue light of the Long Whale Sword soared, passing two feet in an instant.

A sword pierced through the back of the refined iron mask.

Draw your sword and turn around.

Fly away like the wind.

Yi Qingchen rushed into the crowd, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

The long sword stabs or cuts, or chops or cuts, and wherever the sword's edge reaches, people will be turned on their backs.

The gap between first-class masters and ordinary warriors is clearly revealed at this moment.

Yi Qingchen moves like the wind, his sword moves like thunder, he only fights around and never gives the enemy a chance to surround him.

Although these archers have martial arts, they can't keep up with Yi Qingchen's speed.

There is only one way to give the head.

Yi Qingchen resented their ruthless method of shooting around with bows and arrows, and also worried about their secret shooting, so he never showed mercy.

For more than ten breaths, more than 60 people all lay down on the ground.

Yi Qingchen stands on the spot, with deep and far-sighted eyes.

The internal force in the meridians is like a tide, and it is recovering quickly.

It's too simple to end today's matter.

Since he was going to be dealt with, since he decided to use tricks, he must take all the consequences into consideration.

Didn't the opponent ever think that the siege of the brigade would fail?

This has to be guarded against!

Linghu Chong jumped into the courtyard, holding his sword and guarding Yi Qingchen's side.

He looked around, with horror in his eyes.

"Junior Brother, did you kill these people?"

He lowered his voice and asked quietly.

"They're going to kill me, I just have to kill them."

Yi Qingchen said sullenly: "Brother, do you think I did something wrong?"

Linghu Chong shook his head: "That's not true, I just think that junior brother, your martial arts have made great progress again."

Yi Qingchen smiled.

Lin Butou and the policeman finally rushed to the front, but was shocked by the scene in front of him, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

Damn, if ten or so people die, his mother will die, and more than 60 people will die in one fell swoop...

I'm afraid the official rations won't last.

"Hero Yi, this, this, this..."

Lin Butou was full of bitterness, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dozens of people died in one blow, what should we do?"

"Ok?"

Yi Qingchen asked in confusion: "Captor Lin didn't see them holding bows and arrows, and a large number of bows and arrows in private possession can be punished as rebellion. Tonight, the county magistrate and I will defeat the rebels who gathered together to rebel. This is a great achievement. What can we do?" OK?"

Snapped!
Lin Butou clapped his hands and said happily: "What Daxia Yi said is that the villain is so stupid that he forgot about this."

Yi Qingchen shook his head, turned around and walked to the silver mask to touch the corpse.

"Hero Yi..."

Catcher Lin followed up with others and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone from the Li family?"

"I haven't seen it before, it's probably killed by these thieves!"

Yi Qingchen sighed: "These thieves are probably from the Devil's Cult. They are ferocious and kill people at every turn. The Li family will be unlucky to meet them."

Just as he was talking, the old policeman who was following behind Lin Butou suddenly jumped up, and both palms slapped Yi Qingchen's back at the same time.

Linghu Chong was guarding himself, but he didn't guard against the policeman.

Who would have thought that the attack would come from one's own people.

"No, he is definitely not a policeman, he is pretending."

He immediately drew his sword and threw it straight at the 'old catcher', while shouting: "Be careful behind you!"

It's a pity that the speed of "Old Catcher" is too fast, just after Linghu Chong said the word "small", he was less than three feet away from Yi Qingchen.

With such a short distance, there is no time for rescue!

Just when Linghu Chong stared until his eyes were about to burst, Yi Qingchen turned around suddenly.

The 'Old Detective' was so proud that he had almost seen the appearance of the 'Sunflower Collection'.

With such a short distance, no one can escape his attack.

Just when he was full of confidence, he suddenly discovered something unusual.

Turning his head, Yi Qingchen not only didn't panic, but had a bit of disdain and a sneer on his face.

What's even more weird is that there is a lingering purple aura on his face, like a strange demon god.

"Zixia's magical skills, is this little bastard trying to bully me?"

(End of this chapter)