I use my daughter's body to cut down the rivers and lakes

Chapter 30 Crazy Sword vs. Crazy Sword
  "It seems that you are the new 'Master of the Seven Kills'." He Yong narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "The old immortal moves very quickly. He has found a candidate so quickly."

After that, looking at the slender figure of the person opposite, a trace of surprise flashed across He Yong's eyes, and then he sneered with a slight curve in his mouth: "The old immortal is getting more and more useless, and he actually chose a woman!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Yong turned his right hand and the blade had already turned to the direction of Liu Qi.

"Since you are seeking death, hurry up, lest you be late and miss a good pregnancy!"

Swah——

There was only a harsh sound of breaking wind in response to He Yong.

He Yong's pupils shrank sharply. When the wind of swords sounded in his ears, the cold light containing the aura of death swept into his eyes.

"What a quick knife!"

The four words suddenly appeared in He Yong's mind, but he was able to stand out among countless sword slaves and become the master of the Seven Kills. He was by no means a person who gained fame in vain. With just one step of his foot, his whole body was like an arrow leaving the string. Slide backwards.

Liu Qi's eyes were stern as he watched his blade fail without showing any change in his expression. He just chased He Yong who was retreating quickly as if he was teleporting.

As the former leader of the Seven Kills Order, He Yong naturally learned the Seven Crazy Sword Styles.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he saw Liu Qi chasing after him. A flash of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he closed his arms and held the knife with both hands, while urging the true energy to gather between his arms. ,

Sweep across Liuhe!

Terrifying air waves surged out from in front of He Yong. Liu Qi, who had already reached the opponent, his eyes darkened and he could already see the moves used by the opponent.

避？
  Of course it’s not Liu Qi’s style!
  The zhenqi that had been mobilized in the body quickly poured into his arms like thousands of rivers returning to the sea. The coldness in Liu Qi's eyes almost solidified and was about to shoot out, and then he also used both hands to hold the knife high. Overhead, resolutely step forward with your right foot!
  Swallow the world with anger!

The former leader of the Seven Kills Order and the current leader of the Seven Kills Order.

Crazy knife versus crazy knife!

hum-

The moment the two air waves touched, a suffocating buzz echoed within tens of meters around the street.

"Wow!"

He Yong was the first to vomit out a mouthful of blood, and then his body went limp. If he hadn't held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands to support his body, he would have fallen to the ground.

Boom, boom, boom...

The footsteps came closer little by little, and each step made the light in He Yong's eyes dim a bit, until a pair of black boots appeared in his field of vision.

He Yong slowly raised his head, and Liu Qi, whose face was covered with only one pair of eyes exposed, was looking down at him with cold eyes.

"How is that possible!" He Yong's eyes were full of death, and then he spat out a large mouthful of black blood with a "Wow" sound.

Liu Qi lowered her head and glanced at the blood stains in front of He Yong, and could vaguely see some black blood clots, which were He Yong's broken internal organs.

She said calmly: "Of course the internal strength of the Seventh Style of Crazy Sword is extremely powerful, but once the true energy backfires, can you bear it yourself?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Following a low cough, black blood flowed from the corner of He Yong's mouth again. When he heard what Liu Qi said, relief suddenly flowed from his eyes.

"Hahaha……"

Listening to the self-deprecating laughter of the other party before he died, Liu Qi slowly raised the knife and put it on He Yong's neck, then raised his eyes to look at the dark sky.

It's time to end!

Now I can go back and have a good sleep.

"and many more!"

Liu Qi lowered her eyes slightly, looking at He Yong who was holding on to the handle of the knife and trying to stand up, wondering what this dying man wanted to say.

"Don't you want to know why I risked death and betrayed Hell Gate?" He Yong reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth, with a look of madness in his eyes.     "That's because I..."

Swish!
  He Yong's wide-eyed eyes were filled with disbelief. As his pupils gradually expanded, He Yong's body was like an unbalanced pillar, hitting the ground with a "bang".

Liu Qi neatly sheathed the sword, then slowly turned her head to look in the direction of the inn beside her.

I saw a masked man in black dragging his lame leg in the direction of Liu Qi. After seeing Liu Qi and He Yong's body in front of her, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed and masked sword slave.

"You kill him!"

Liu Qi didn't reply, but looked at the surviving sword slave coldly.

"He just lost the ability to resist, why do you still..."

"Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua..."

Countless sword lights flashed past, and Liu Qi sheathed the sword again. The moment the blade was sheathed, the purple light on the sword disappeared without a trace.

"I just didn't expect you to be still alive." Liu Qi looked at the masked man in black who slowly fell and said coldly.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhang Cheng wandered back and forth at the entrance of the small courtyard, pausing from time to time to rub his hands vigorously, his eyes full of anxiety.

With a "squeak", the courtyard door opened.

Looking at Liu Qi, who was wearing a light yellow skirt today, Zhang Cheng had no time to show his stunning expression, so he hurriedly lowered his voice and whispered: "Your Majesty, something happened!"

After saying that, Zhang Cheng looked around again, fearing that someone nearby was eavesdropping.

"Come in and talk." Liu Qi's face was as usual. Seeing Zhang Cheng looking so anxious, she asked him to come in and talk.

Arriving at the room, before Zhang Cheng could speak, Liu Qi sat down and said leisurely: "Has the news of He Yong's death been passed on?"

Zhang Cheng was startled when he heard this, and then replied respectfully: "I have sent someone to inform Dao Lao."

"He Yong is already dead, so why are you panicking?" Liu Qi said coldly.

"It's not that easy." Zhang Cheng suddenly smiled bitterly after hearing this, "The Dao Master's order has always been to try to keep as many people alive as possible, and this time we lost thirteen Dao slaves!"

After saying that, Zhang Cheng raised his head and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, what happened last night..."

Before he finished asking, he was interrupted by Liu Qi's cold gaze.

"Why didn't I know that Dao Lao's order was to keep him alive?" Liu Qi said calmly, "Besides, with He Yong's martial arts, if I kept my hand, I'm afraid the person talking to you here today would not be my commander. Got it!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Cheng nodded in agreement.

"But……"

"What else is there?" Liu Qi looked solemn, then stood up and walked to Zhang Cheng and said coldly: "They are just thirteen sword slaves. If they are not as skilled as others, they will die. Isn't the sword master not because of this?" Is it not possible to express anger to the Lord?"

"of course not!"

Zhang Cheng's back felt cold, and he immediately lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into Liu Qi's eyes, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart. Thirteen sword slaves were lost in one fell swoop. Even if the sword master did not dare to anger the new leader, he himself There will definitely be a meal here!

I just hope that... the new leader can come forward to protect him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng thought for a while, then squeezed out a flattering smile on his face, then raised his head and said: "My lord, I heard that you love rare medicinal materials, and there is news about a precious treasure here!"

(End of this chapter)