Devil Sword in Jianghu

Mo Ge stopped in amazement and looked at traceless pouring a jar of wine from the head and drenching his whole body.

"Brother Wuji, if you don't explain it clearly to him, Tang Qi is as stubborn as the donkey. When can the misunderstanding between you be eliminated?"

No trace sat down slowly. At this time, he gradually calmed down.

"You know he's stubborn? Now Mu Xue is injured. He has lost his mind. Explain to him. Can he listen? Moreover, what he said is not completely unreasonable. Mu Xue's injury, in the final analysis, is still because of me. Tang Qi needs to vent. Let him vent. "

Mo Ge also sat down slowly and said softly, "brother, good mind! But it's too unfair for you. "

Traceless suddenly smiled softly and said, "I can't say that I'm wronged. Even if I'm wronged, how can I compare with Mu Xue's suffering from that sword?"

Mo Ge sighed and shook his head gently.

"Things will come to light one day, and our misunderstandings will be released one day. As long as Mu Xue is okay, all this is nothing!"

Traceless suddenly became sunny again, smiled, hugged Mo GE's wine jar, looked up and drank, his eyes shining like night stars.

Mo Ge was stunned and then said with a smile: "this is traceless..."

On the Chung Ling River, on the pavilion of the painting boat.

Qi Deng stood quietly on the railing and looked at the sparkling Chung Ling River under the moonlight.

A man in royal clothes quietly boarded the boat and stood in awe.

"Report to deputy commander, there was a fight in Guiyang today. The young lady was seriously injured and her life and death are unknown. "

The man in royal clothes respectfully returned.

Qi Deng stood still and calm as before.

"Oh, miss was hurt. Who did it?"

"Qin Yanjun, the young Marquis of Lingnan marquis."

Qi Deng slowly turned around and looked at the man in royal clothes who came forward to repay. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Qin Yanjun, Marquis of Lingnan! Good! "

The royal guards were obviously stunned. I don't know why Qi Deng suddenly applauded.

"Order Liu Yidao of the fast knife sect to go all out to hunt down the people of the Qin family in Lingnan from tomorrow."

The man in royal clothes was even more stunned and hesitated: "don't you need to report it to the childe?"

"The young lady is the treasure in the palm of the childe. Qin Yanjun is looking for death if he dares to hurt the young lady! There is no need to report this matter, just implement it! "

Qi Deng is very confident. With his understanding of the childe, if anyone touches the young lady, he must be looking for death!

This is his best chance to please the young master.

The man in royal guards replied respectfully and stepped back.

Qi Deng turned slowly, put his hands on the railing, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly smiled softly.

In Xieyang Lane in Guiyang City, the people of the Qin family in Lingnan are entrenched here.

Before the Qin family came to Guiyang, they bought a courtyard in Xieyang lane with a lot of money as the Qin family's stronghold in Guiyang.

At this time, Wei Qiuyu is walking slowly in the setting sun lane.

Xieyang Lane originally had few residents. The Qin family bought the compound and paid a lot of money to dismiss the nearby residents, making the originally deserted Xieyang Lane more desolate.

The alley was empty and deserted.

Wei Qiuyu has deep eyes. He receives the childe's order to assassinate Qin Yanjun.

With Childe's ability, he quickly located the location of the Qin family.

At this time, the setting sun set in the west, pulling his shadow long.

He is a killer and a swordsman. He is known as the autumn rain sword all over the world.

When he learned that Qin Yanjun also used a sword, he was inexplicably excited.

He only hoped that Qin Yanjun, the eldest young master of the Qin family, would not be too careless and could make his Qiuyu sword use more moves.

He is also the only assassin who likes to kill in the setting sun. Besides, this alley is called setting sun lane.

So he thought that when Qin Yanjun came here, he was waiting for Wei Qiuyu to kill him.

Suddenly, a sound of weapon attack came, which was particularly clear in the silent setting sun lane.

He pulled himself up to the roof on one side of the alley and dived with the sound.

Not far ahead, the two were fighting. On the ground, there were two corpses, bleeding all over the ground.

Both bodies were in royal clothes. Although they were dead, they still held a long sword in their hands.

Two fighting men, one with a sword and the other with a fan.

The sword is an autumn water sword. It is simple and plain, but the cold light looms.

The fan is a steel frame fan, which is several minutes longer than the general paper fan. Between the expansion and closing, it can be seen that the fan bones and fan surfaces are made of refined steel, and the fan edges are extremely sharp.

The man who makes the sword elegant and dignified is a rich childe. But his sword technique is calm, sharp and decisive.

According to the description, Wei Qiuyu immediately recognized the man as Qin Yanjun. The body on the ground must be from the Qin family.

Another person is handsome and elegant. Although his clothes are not very luxurious, he is elegant and elegant, just like a scholar.

And he has a handsome face, beautiful eyebrows and a romantic atmosphere all over his body.

The steel fan in hand has evidence for advance and retreat, both attack and defense, and the steel fan opens and closes with the sound of wind and thunder. All moves are life-threatening.

Wei Qiuyu watched the battle quietly. He saw two people coming and going, advancing and retreating in attack and defense. In the twinkling of an eye, more than ten rounds passed, and it was still difficult to distinguish.

Both of them fought for life and death. The cold light in the scholar's eyes seemed to want to kill Qin Yanjun under the steel fan.

Qin Yanjun's long sword stabbed out one after another, covering the scholar's upper body in the faint cold light.

The scholar danced back with the steel fan and suddenly spread it. With the sound of wind and thunder, he blocked the long sword.

In the setting sun, the two were high and low, with staggered sword fans, human figures tumbling, and the sound of "Ding Ding" was heard all the time.

Suddenly, after Qin Yanjun attacked a sword, he drifted back three feet away, looked coldly at Wei Qiuyu standing on the roof, snorted and flew away.

The scholar gave a soft drink, got up and ran after him. Wei Qiuyu flew down and fell in front of the scholar.

The scholar was frightened, and the steel fan in his hand suddenly pointed to Wei Qiuyu.

Wei Qiuyu's long sword didn't come out of its scabbard. He turned his sword sideways and held the steel fan.

"Who are you and why did you stop me?"

The scholar was a little angry and stepped back and asked.

"Qiuyu sword guards Qiuyu."

A strange light flashed in the scholar's eyes and looked at Wei Qiuyu.

"Why did you kill Qin Yanjun?"

Wei Qiuyu asked.

The scholar stared at Wei Qiuyu with anger and suspicion in his eyes.

"Damn him!"

A moment later, he slowly spit out these three words, then looked at Wei Qiuyu coldly, returned and flew away.

Wei Qiuyu looked at his back and thought deeply.

He looked back at the direction Qin Yanjun left and walked slowly in the opposite direction.

On the Bank of the Chung Ling River, in the courtyard, the Royal Prince's eyes are fierce.

Qin Yanjun, how dare I hurt my sister? How can I let you?

The kill order has been issued, and Wei Qiuyu has been sent out.

He is very confident that he can kill Qin Yanjun with his own people.

However, under the light, he saw Wei Qiuyu.

Wei Qiuyu calmly came in, slowly came to two feet in front of him and stood in awe.

"Qin Yanjun, dead?"

The Royal young master asked. Although he asked calmly, he obviously felt a trace of murderous spirit.

"No."

Wei Qiuyu's answer was more calm, as if Qin Yanjun didn't deserve it at all.

The Royal young master turned to look at Wei Qiuyu and asked slowly, "why?"

"When my subordinates went, someone had already started first. The man has killed two people in the Qin house and fought with Qin Yanjun for more than 20 rounds. Qin Yanjun found that his subordinates went and left. "

Wei Qiuyu's answer is very simple, but also very clear.

"Do it first? Isn't it one of us? "

"No, it's a young man of about 20 who uses a steel fan. He is very graceful and looks like a scholar who travels in the Jianghu. "

"Scholar? Don't you know? "

Wei Qiuyu said, "I don't know. My subordinates can see the steel fan in his hand, but if they fight for a long time, they may not be able to defeat Qin Yanjun."

The young man in royal clothes slowly came to the new stone table and gently tapped it with his fingers.

"Who is this man and why is he against the Qin family? It seems that the Qin family has offended many people in Guiyang! "

Wei Qiuyu stood respectfully and said no more.

"Guiyang is getting more and more lively!"

Young master brocade clothes added again gently.

The night was getting deeper and deeper. Tang Qi was alone by the Chung Ling River, like a wandering soul.

The weeping willows on the bank have begun to fall yellow leaves, which are in full swing under the shadow of the moon.

Tang Qi's heart is always depressed.

After a day's cultivation, the doctor came to change the wound medicine and prescribed a pair of soup medicine. Under the care of Qin Ji, Mu Xue has been much better.

He gradually settled down, but because of Mu Xue's injury, traceless's dialogue with Mo Ge kept him in a bad mood.

If Mu Xue hadn't needed Qin Ji's care, he would have left the beggars' sect branch with Mu Xue.

He came out alone, but he didn't want to face traceless, even Mo Ge.

Traceless and Mo Ge were drinking in the back garden. However, traceless suddenly remembered something.

"What about Tang Qi?"

Mo Ge was stunned: "isn't he at Mu Xue?"

Traceless shook his head and said thoughtfully, "no, Tang Qiyi didn't say a word all day today, and he deliberately hid from us. This boy is still angry in his heart!"

"What are you worried about?"

Mo Ge asked.

"He doesn't know martial arts. If he goes out alone, he will meet the Qin family in Lingnan..."

Without waiting for no trace to finish, Mo Ge suddenly stood up and grabbed the autumn wind knife on the table.

"Go and have a look. Maybe the boy really went out alone!"

Mo Ge said and walked back to the yard with no trace.

Seeing Qin Ji and Mu Xue stunned on their faces, they said in their hearts, "no!"

When he came to the front yard and asked the beggars' sect disciples, he said he saw Tang Qi go out alone.

The two men in clothes asked for directions and chased them quickly.

Shortly after they left, three figures quietly fell on the roof of the front yard of the beggars' sect branch in the dark, looking coldly at several chatting beggars' sect disciples in the yard.