fifth form

Chapter 575 Joint Force
"Bring it!"

"You promise not to kill me or cut off my right hand, I will give it to you!"

"I promise!"

"I don't believe your guarantee!"

In the Renhe guest house, Lei was taken out of the animal skin engraved with densely packed characters and patterns, which made it difficult for Qing Lingzi to maintain his previous indifference.

But Lei Bei's response made him vomit blood in his heart.

Looking at the horizontal swordsmanship so close at hand, the long sword held by Qing Lingzi wanted to make a quick assassination, but he was afraid of destroying the top-level first-class technique in this scrolling swordsmanship.

He didn't have any fear when he killed Lei Bei before, and he never thought that the opponent would wear horizontal swordsmanship on his body.

He held the sword and kept switching positions, but Lei was covered by the animal skin, which almost completely blocked all the positions where he could avoid damage to the animal skin and kill the opponent.

This is indeed a master swordsman who is very good at defense.

Even if Lei Bei's current realm had never stepped into the realm of supernatural powers, it was difficult for the opponent to be picky about his swordsmanship.

Horizontal swordsmanship is not invincible in the world, but horizontal swordsmanship is enough to restrain more than [-]% of similar opponents.

Qing Lingzi could feel that Xueshan Jianzong's swordsmanship was almost completely defeated.

Whenever the opponent wields knives, spears, or spells, Qing Lingzi will not feel fear or greed.

This is the only sword he can't spare.

"How can you trust me?" Qing Lingzi gritted his teeth.

"Go to the king and swear not to kill me or chop off my right hand," Lei was called.

"Another request." Qing Lingzi frowned and said, "I can acquiesce in the ineffective pursuit, but if I make such an oath in front of the king, I will definitely be looked down upon by everyone."

"Then you go and kill Tianjiu," Lei was said.

"I can't beat him!"

Qing Lingzi took a deep breath, only to feel that Lei was completely embarrassed by this kind of request.

Stepping on straw sandals, he moved slowly in the guest house with small steps, looking for any possible angle to strike the sword.

"You stepped on my foot!"

It wasn't until a leg lay across in front of him that Qing Lingzi shuddered in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the passerby.

If in other areas, chasing people in the daytime or being reported, or there are enthusiastic knights helping them, but this is Shouchun City.

As long as he wears the clothes of the Huainan Palace's top guest officials and holds the corresponding token, he is the law enforcement officer of the Huainan Palace.

There are many people who don't know the rules, but those who don't know the rules also die.

In the area controlled by King Huainan, when encountering people like him enforcing the law, not only the store guys dare not speak up, but the people eating in the lobby will stay away when they see it.

Qing Lingzi looked at that thigh, and then looked up at the opponent's face along the thigh.

"What do you want?" Qing Lingzi frowned.

"Apologize!"

"What gift do you want?"

"Horizontal Sword Art!"

The short dialogue also carried an undisguised purpose.

Jin Chang's bewildered smile made Qing Lingzi blink his eyelids.

He was afraid of damaging the hide of the horizontal sword technique, but he was not afraid of cutting off a leg.

"Brother, we jointly took the horizontal swordsmanship and donated it to the Wenying Pavilion, and then you can enter it with the authority of a first-class guest official to watch it!"

He was about to grasp the sword and cut it off, when a middle-aged man in the hexagram robe of Mr. Accountant offered a suggestion.

"What are you, dare to point fingers at me?"

Qing Lingzi glanced around, and the sword slipped from his hand.

The feeling of hitting the air came, and he looked at Jin Chang who appeared on a table a few meters away in an instant, and felt that he had bumped into a difficult opponent today.

"It's not good to fight, I'm just making a suggestion that both of you can accept," Dong Zhongshu approached.

"What do you mean, I haven't agreed yet?" Lei was called, "Who will guarantee that this madman won't kill me or cut off my right hand?"

"It's up to you," Dong Zhongshu said, "We can only help you keep this animal skin first!"

"Qing Lingzi, don't say that you want to monopolize the horizontal sword technique, you have to know that you still have Tianjiu on your head." Jin Chang interjected, "Maybe if you go home with the horizontal sword technique, Tianjiu will be waiting for you at your home! "

"Qing's work...Damn it, you actually gave him a long sword!"

Jin Chang's interjection, Dong Zhongshu's approach, and the cover of the animal fur coat, when Qing Lingzi turned the angle, his eyes had already caught a sword that did not belong to the thunder quilt.

A quilt with a sword and a quilt without a sword are two different concepts.

He touched the bloodstain on his face, the confidence that he had been confident in chasing and killing before had faded, and his face was now solemn.

As soon as the long sword was handed over, Qing Lingzi swept towards Dong Zhongshu who was handing the sword.

But the sound of 'jingling' sounded quickly.

I don't know what Dong Zhongshu and Lei Bing said, the animal skin got into Dong Zhongshu's hands, and Lei Bing blocked his attack completely with his sword.

"Bah!"

Qing Lingzi shouted loudly, and turned the long sword over and over again in his hand, and the blade showed continuous rotation.

For Qing Lingzi, wrapping Lei Bei's sword with a long sword, and then knocking the opponent's sword into the air, or breaking the opponent's sword, is one of the few ways he can deal with horizontal swordsmanship at present.

When he scolded, his power of qi and blood bloomed at the same time.

The absolute gap brought about by the realm made Lei startled slightly by his body.

Although martial arts practitioners are far inferior to those who practice magic arts in terms of realm coercion, in close combat, the opportunity brought by this deterrence is completely sufficient.

The sword blades intersected, the piercing collisions staggered and the sparks sputtered and burst. When Qing Lingzi interrupted Lei with a long sword in his hand, he felt a great sense of crisis in his heart.

It was only when the power of Qi and blood in his body was attacking in all directions that he discovered several transparent thin threads under his feet.

Before he knew it, his legs were so numb that he couldn't move, and it was difficult for him to cooperate with his body's free sword skills.

"Sword Qi Slash!"

Qing Lingzi's heart tightened when he heard the sound of Lei being held in his hand and breaking the sword.

In the air, transparent wind and waves streaked across.

The storm was so fast that Qing Lingzi could feel it in the blink of an eye.

He had just raised the long sword, and the harsh collision sound almost made his right hand holding the sword numb.

"It's the top wind blade technique!"

A thought crossed Qing Lingzi's mind.

But there is more of a huge sense of crisis in his heart.

He obviously missed it.

In this short period of time, he was flanked by two opponents of the same level.

Qing Lingzi even guessed the identity of one of them in an instant.

"Jin..."

When he burst into Jinchang's identity, his numb right hand forcibly held the sword and danced wildly.

The sound of repeated collisions came, and Qing Lingzi saw Lei being shot by the broken sword in his hand.

Just as he dodged the broken sword with one side of his head, the numbness of the huge pain in his chest came out immediately.

In his chest, the blades that had been broken before had been inserted in unison, and he didn't even see when the blades came flying.

"You are dead, so you can guarantee that you won't kill me and cut off my right hand!"

Lei was glanced at Qing Lingzi, who had a broken heart, before he looked back at the bloody right foot caused by kicking the sword.

When the pain from his toes to his heart welled up in his heart, he couldn't help calling for help again and again.

"Congratulations, you are now the second guest official of Huainan Palace!"

Dong Zhongshu took away the animal skin, the flush on his face was suppressed several times before he managed to suppress it.

He glanced at the thin threads restricting Qing Lingzi's legs and feet that quickly shrank, and Dong Zhongshu had already guessed Jin Chang's true identity.

"The wind blade technique that makes Qing Lingzi's hands numb?"

Sitting at the dining table and shrinking back to the puppet to pull the silk thread, Jin Chang's face turned slightly green.

If he guessed correctly, Dong Zhongshu, who had peeped at him in Lingnan before, was here.

In the Han Dynasty, there were not many people who used the wind blade technique, and there were very few people who could use it with power stronger than a sharp sword.

It's just that compared to the rumors of some Confucian students, Dong Zhongshu in front of him seems to be much more powerful.

He restrained his feet, and Dong Zhongshu restrained his hands. Under the joint blow, Qing Lingzi died swiftly.

(End of this chapter)