Chapter 76

The two men exchanged swords in the air, and the sound of "Ding Ding" continued.

After that, they each flew back and had shot nearly 20 knives and nearly 20 swords.

"Good swordsmanship."“

The man in grey still said calmly.

They stood opposite again, but this time the distance was not more than ten feet, only less than five feet.

Qin Yuanya looked at the gleaming eyes under the grey man's hat, looked at the seemingly ordinary single knife firmly held in his hand, and said slowly, "good knife technique!"

The man in grey walked quickly under his feet. In the cold light, the single knife was as fast as the wind and stabbed at Qinyuan cliff.

Qin Yuanya was greeted with a sword. In the setting sun, the swords were twisted together.

A dozen moves in the twinkling of an eye.

"Although the sword technique is good, it's a pity that you shouldn't follow the wrong master!"

In the fierce battle, the tone of the man in Gray was still calm.

Then, the single knife suddenly made a lot of knife shadows, which shrouded Qin Yuanya in the shadow of the knife.

Qin Yuanya felt a pressing pressure and waved his long sword.

A long and clear sound of sword fighting sounded, accompanied by a dull hum and a rain of blood. It was sad and beautiful in the sunset.

That's Qin Yuanya's blood.

He drifted back and swept away three feet away. People were in the air, and blood bloomed like flowers.

When landing, stagger back a few steps and barely stand firm.

His chest was red, and his clothes had been soaked with blood.

This knife crossed his chest. If he hadn't retreated quickly, he would have died.

With a trace of surprise in his eyes, he looked at the man in gray clothes, suddenly coughed a few times and stood with a long sword in his hand.

This man's Sabre technique is terrible. He not only kills people, but also kills them.

The sabre technique is simple and sharp, fast and domineering.

He knew that if he fought again, he would have no power to fight back.

"Go back and tell your master and let him cherish these days. My childe will fetch his life at any time. "

The words of the man in grey are still calm. The single knife in his hand lacks cold light in the setting sun.

A drop of blood, along the tip of the knife, slowly fell to the grass.

Qin Yuanya hums again. Although this knife did not kill him, it hurt him badly.

The man in grey said and put the steel knife into the scabbard. He reached out his hand and slowly helped the hat, turned back and looked at the sparkling Chung Ling River, and slowly said, "Guiyang is really picturesque."

Then he walked slowly along the river bank and walked away in the sunset.

Qin Yanjun is almost crazy in the Qin family courtyard.

Looking at the tottering Qin Yi and Qin Yuanya covered with blood, he had a feeling of depression to almost madness. He needs to vent urgently. He kills people to vent.

"Childe? What childe? Why is he against me? "

Hearing Qin Yuanya say the last two words of the person who hurt him, he was even more angry.

When was the Qin family in Lingnan so despised? When was he regarded as a pig and dog and could claim his life at any time?

He thought of traceless and Mo Ge around traceless.

In any case, he would not believe that traceless would have such an all-round means. But who else is there besides him?

He felt a faint chill in his anger.

Nowadays, the Qin family is struggling in Guiyang. Although the fast knife sect is not afraid, they are numerous and come to harass and invade repeatedly. It seems that they will never die.

Qin's disciples, those who are sent out for activities are either dead or injured.

Now, even Qin Yuanya, his most trusted housekeeper, and Qin Yi, his personal guard, have been seriously injured.

The Qin family has no one available.

Qin Yanjun felt a net, an invisible net. No matter how you struggle, you can't get rid of this net.

The scholar who hurt Qin Yi came and went alone, but the steel fan in his hand was fierce and seemed to hate himself.

The man in grey who hurt Qin Yuanya has amazing Sabre technique.

Qin Yuanya is the second master of the Qin family, second only to his father. However, he took less than 20 moves under the knife of the man in gray.

If it were not for the mercy of the other party, Qin Yuanya would have died by the Chung Ling River.

What he urgently needs to know now is who controls these experts and repeatedly kills the Qin family.

And who is the childe in Qin Yuanya's mouth?

He strode out of the Qin family compound. However, he had just walked less than half a mile. Before he walked out of Xieyang lane, he saw a man.

A dignified person. In his hand, he holds an elegant sword... Autumn rain sword.

Qin Yanjun's eyes were full of anger, a kind of irrational anger.

He suddenly pulled out his Qingshui sword without saying a word. He waved his sword and stabbed Wei Qiuyu, who was standing quietly.

Wei Qiuyu suddenly sighed. Gently sigh, but in this setting sun lane, it sounds very clear.

The autumn rain sword comes out of its scabbard.

Qin Yanjun is a simple and sharp sword. There is not much change, but a sword stabs Wei Qiuyu's heart.

No matter how complicated the sword technique is, it is nothing more than to send the long sword in your own hand to the other party's body.

The angry Qin Yanjun urgently needs the long sword in his hand to pierce a person's body, otherwise, he is really going crazy.

But standing in front of him was Qiuyu sword.

People are like autumn wind and swords are like autumn rain.

Whether dealing with simple or complex changes, the autumn rain sword is always as dense as autumn rain, with a little shadow and as cold as a drizzle.

Qin Yanjun was completely awakened by the defeat of Wuji sword in the Qin mansion in Lingnan that day.

The Qin family's sword technique is well-known. If you can master it completely, why do you fear a young man without trace?

After several months of hard training, he was confident that his sword technique would win without trace.

But there is more than one traceless in the Jianghu and more than one traceless in Guiyang.

Autumn rain sword is famous all over the world at the age of 17.

Because he assassinated the silver sword Wenhou LV sword, which was known as the first sword in the south of the Yangtze River at that time, he became famous all over the world in an instant.

When Qin Yanjun was intercepted by the scholar, he saw Wei Qiuyu standing on the roof watching the war. He recognized at a glance that he was the Qiuyu sword known as the sunset killer.

The two swords intersect, and they retreat as soon as they touch.

"Who on earth sent you?"

Qin Yanjun asked loudly, as if he wanted to shout out the depression in his heart.

Wei Qiuyu looked at him calmly, as if watching a dying man making a final dying struggle.

Without saying a word, he suddenly stabbed the long sword in his hand.

One sword and three moves completely cover Qin Yanjun's upper body.

Qin Yanjun roared like a wild beast, and the long sword in his hand suddenly met him.

Two long swords are cold and murderous in the setting sun lane.

Both of them are elegant, and their moves are both deadly.

A piece of broken skirt flew up and floated in the setting sun lane, like a lonely butterfly.

With a dull hum, the sword in Qin Yanjun's hand suddenly stopped.

The sword edge is less than an inch away from Wei Qiuyu's throat. However, he can no longer push forward.

The autumn rain sword had stabbed into his right shoulder, and the blood slowly flowed out.

Wei Qiuyu suddenly pulls out his long sword and stabs it again.

This sword, straight to the throat.

"Childe!"

Suddenly, several figures came running. One of them was desperate to stop Qin Yanjun. The sword stabbed him in the throat.

They went up to help Qin Yanjun and retreated quickly.

Several people stood side by side, pointed to Wei Qiuyu with a long sword in their hands, and built a wall.

Wei Qiuyu looked at Qin Yanjun who had left and saw the angry and depressed eyes in Qin Yanjun's eyes when he turned around. He calmly took out a white silk handkerchief without any embellishment from his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood off the blade.

Then he flew up and away.

Behind him, the bloody silk handkerchief floated gently, as red as maple leaves in late autumn.

Qin Yanjun's eyes changed from anger to emptiness.

He was not badly hurt. If his men didn't fight to stop the deadly sword, he Qin Yanjun would have become a cold body.

Anger gradually turned into fear, a fear of invisible power.

People may be the same. They are born with an inner fear of the power they can't control.

He Qin Yanjun is no exception.

He suddenly felt that he was very funny, a sad laugh.

The Qin family in Lingnan once thought that all the world belonged to the Qin family before they left. As long as the Qin family is willing, there is nothing they can't do.

So when his father sent him to Guiyang, he always thought that he came to Guiyang to play.

When his father personally assigned Qin Yuanya to follow him, he didn't understand.

No matter how important it is, you don't need the Qin family to do their best, do you?

But now he suddenly remembered his father and wanted to.

Just like I was a child who didn't grow up and was bullied by someone older than me outside, I wanted to tell my father so that I could get comfort from my father.

His wound has been medicated and bandaged. The wound doesn't seem to hurt much. What hurts is the heart.

The look in his eyes became complicated and profound.

Since you can't help each other, you can only be soft. A man can bend and stretch. He still knows the truth that he is just and easy to break.

What's more, my father hasn't told me anything yet. If I die in Guiyang in such a muddle headed way, wouldn't I be wronged?

At this time, Qin Yuanya, lying in bed, said slowly, "from now on, try your best to investigate who is against my Qin family and who has to kill you! The disciples of the Qin family try not to conflict with others. Now, the Qin family is in great danger and can't lose any more! "

Qin Yanjun listened to the old housekeeper and said nothing for a long time. In his heart, like dark clouds blocking out the sun, someone needs to sweep away the haze in his heart and clarify the world as soon as possible.

He looked at the sunshine outside the door and suddenly sighed.

This sigh seems to want to spit out all the grievances over the past few days.