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Qi Jin's words were filled with righteousness and his blood was boiling. Autumn Water felt that it was strange, they were all gangsters, both thugs and killers.

However, they were husband and wife, and would never take down Qi Jin. Qi Jin had said that chickens were flat beaks and ducks were rhombus beaks, so they would support him even if he wanted to.

The Daoist looked at Qi Jin, then nodded and said: "I won't set the tone for your fight, let's sever all relations. The Arhat is a part of our Qingcheng Sect, after he gets beaten, our Qingcheng Sect will avenge him, it's that simple."

"I also have a very simple method, and that is to kill all of you."

Qi Jin wanted to kill.

"Fine, as long as you have the ability, then kill me."

The Daoist Priest had a vulgar appearance, so his words were quite crisp and swift.

Revealing his true colors as a martial artist, he was indeed a courageous person.

Both sides refused to give in, and the more they spoke, the more stiff their words became.

Autumn Water, Qiu Yue was eager to help her husband vent his anger.

He put down the music box and took out his sword.

Just then, three armed policemen came down from the mountain and shouted, "What are you doing? All of you, stop. "

When Qiushui Qiu Yue saw the police, her expression changed and she fiercely spoke to the old Daoist, "You actually reported the case?"

"I didn't do it."

The old Daoist was rather brave as he approached the police to negotiate with them.

However, these few policemen were forcefully assigned by Zhang Jiyue. They were from the Sichuan Public Security Office and were locals, so they knew this old Taoist.

The two of them chatted for a long time before the police finally managed to descend the mountain. Before leaving, they shouted, "All of you can go down now. Don't fight and kill anymore. Be good citizens who abide by the law."

These words almost made Qi Jin mad. It was not that he wanted to fight with the people of Qingcheng Sect, but the people of Qingcheng Sect were not willing to let him go.

Seeing that the police could no longer count on him, Qi Jin said softly: "Since the police do not care, let's make the Qingcheng Sect pay with blood. Hmph, when necessary, I will start a massacre."

"Little big brother, we support you." Little big brother, we support you.

Qiushui Qiu Yue was not afraid of fighting at all, the two of them were truly born in the martial arts world, and Qi Jin was not professional enough.

After sending off the police, the Daoist priest returned and said, "Let's go in and talk. There are a lot of people here, and the Gong Family's people do not allow us to fight here."

It seemed that the old Daoist really wanted to fight.

The few of them entered the courtyard, but it was completely empty.

Qi Jin looked around the courtyard. Seeing that there was only the Daoist Priest, he could not help but ask in shock, "Old Daoist, where are the people from Qingcheng Sect?"

"I'm the only one left."

The old Daoist patted his chest and said.

Qi Jin was even more surprised, and said: "You are the Arhat's master?"

There are eighteen unique skills in the Qingcheng Sect, but Arhat has only mastered one. According to the rules passed down by the ancestors, only those who have mastered more than nine would be the true successor to the Qingcheng Sect.

"Pfft!"

Qi Jin opened his eyes wide: "Damn, if I kill you, wouldn't your Qingcheng Sect lose its inheritance?"

"You can kill me?"

The Taoist was surprised and stomped his feet. "Young man, don't think you are invincible just because you've mastered police fighting techniques."

Qiushui Qiu Yue looked at Qi Jin in alarm. She did not say anything, but a big question appeared in her mind, "How did little brother learn police fighting techniques?"

Qi Jin was in a bit of a difficult situation. After he saw the written challenge, the first thought in his mind was to kill everyone in Qingcheng Sect.

In his memories, there should be hundreds of people in Qingcheng Sect, holding swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, waiting to kill him in the Green City Mountain.

From the looks of it, the scenes from the movies and TV dramas were just a form of stunt. Since ancient China's martial arts was spread to this day, many ancient martial arts had been lost.

In those days, these ancient martial arts were created based on experience and intelligence. Due to the reasons of the times, they had come to the end.

Qi Jin waved the Arab blade in his hand and said: "You are already so old, and we also know that we can't be considered heroes even if we kill you. In the end, we still have to fight to the death, how about this, if you win, I will apologize to Arhat and give him money for his illness. If you lose, we won't kill you, so this matter will be resolved.

"Pui!" I, Han Lingzi, am famous in the martial arts world, how could I do such a despicable thing as assassinating or kidnapping? "Brat, don't be so glib, come on."

The Daoist Priest still stood there empty-handed, exuding an imposing manner that did not get angry.

This was killing intent, Qi Jin who had been through the blood of many people before knew this deeply.

The Arab scimitar slowly came out of its scabbard. Han Lingzi squinted his eyes and praised: "Good blade, but too bad, it's not our blade."

Qi Jin did not speak further, he threw down his blade sheath, held the blade with both of his hands and cut down towards Han Lingzi's head.

Han Lingzi still held his hands up in the air, dodging the cold blade lights by the left and right.

His figure was like a ghost, dodging the fatal blade attack in the nick of time.

Qi Jin did not learn any sword skills, because even if he did, he would not be able to use them.

Right now, it was popular to say, "No matter how high one's martial arts might be, one would still be afraid of a single spear strike."

Whether it was the bandits or the police, they all practiced their spear arts diligently.

Proud of the one with the highest chance of success.

No matter how good a blade technique was, it was still a cold weapon that was rarely used.

He relied on his strength for a long time, swinging his blade like a tiger or the wind. He didn't need to split his face or limbs, so he just chopped down.

Qiu Yue watched anxiously from the side, even though Qi Jin had the blade in his hand, the Daoist Priest was not at a disadvantage at all.

Qiu Yue could not help but shout as she brought her sword into the battle.

The old Daoist sneered, turned around, and a short sword that was only two feet long appeared in his hand. He slashed at Qi Jin and the sword did not slow down at all, and continued to slap at Qiu Yue's sword leaves.

The old Daoist has so much strength.

This was Qiu Yue's judgement, and it seemed that even with her help, it would be difficult for him to win.

She called out, "Sister, help me!"

Qiushui had wanted to join them a long time ago, but with Qiu Yue's words, she took it as a matter of course and rushed towards the Daoist Priest like a tornado.

The Autumn Water Qiu Yue sisters were different from Qi Jin. Their treasured swords were like the wind and tigers, they had their own ways and means.

His advance and retreat were well-founded, and his attack and defense were right. His body was like that of an ape. He circled around under his feet and attacked from both sides.

However, Qi Jin was not able to do it, he was afraid of injuring the Autumn Water sisters, and he was also afraid of being hurt by their swords, revealing his weak points.

He retreated to the side and shouted, "All of you step back. Let me handle this."

twin sister acted as if he did not hear, he was focused on handling the Taoist, only hearing the sound of metal clashing. Sometimes it was like gold beads falling on a jade plate, and sometimes it was like a tempest, the clanging sounds of swords clanging could be heard.

Seeing that his two wives were not willing to give way, Qi Jin focused on the fight. Although the short sword in the old man's hand was small, every attack would hit the blade of the Dragon Spring Sword, it was a direct and horizontal attack.

If Qiu Yue's treasured sword was thrusting directly at him, the Old Daoist's short sword would slash at Qiu Yue's sword blade, causing Qiu Yue to use all her strength, but the Old Daoist only needed to use a bit of strength to easily dissolve the attack.

If Qiu Yue used a hacking attack, the old Daoist's short sword would attack the Sword Leaf from the side, using a direct method to break the attack, and still use one minute to break through ten percent of the attack.

After reading up to this point, Qi Jin understood in his heart. The old dao's sword techniques were much better than his two wives, and was even more uncomparable to Qi Jin's.

It was like the difference between heaven and earth.

The reason why his two wives had yet to lose was because the old Daoist had always been defending and not taking the initiative to attack. If the old Daoist took the initiative to attack, the two wives would definitely lose.

Expert, this was a true martial arts master.

In the past, Qi Jin did not place importance on martial arts. He was strong, and with the combination of fighting techniques, he basically did not have any opponents.

The old Daoist in front of him was indeed a martial arts expert, but Qi Jin was unable to see how strong he was, and could only use "unfathomable".

Four words to describe it.

Qi Jin calmed down. Since the old Daoist had no intention to kill his two wives, they were temporarily safe.

Qi Jin looked carefully, and while looking, he started to display his finger, indicating that he was using a copying method to learn the old way's sword technique.

Qi Jin's eyes were sharp, and there was even a fluoroscopic eye that could help him cheat. Although the old way's sword moves were fast, Qi Jin could still catch up to the changes in his sword moves after looking at it a few times.

The three people in the arena were still shuttling through the sword beams, their silhouettes constantly flying about, creating resounding clanging sounds.

Outside, Qi Jin was gesturing.

If there was a fifth person present, they would have thought it was filming.

However, everyone present was well aware that if they were to be careless even a little bit, they would die on the spot. They had no choice but to muster 120% of their strength and deal with this situation carefully.

Half an hour later, the two wives were so tired that they were gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, and blushing red in the face.

"Little Big Brother, run!"

The deeply emotional Qiu Yue shouted.

Qi Jin was so angry that his nose was crooked, and shouted loudly: "Hubby, I am not the type of person to run before the battle, all of you get out of the way, Unparalleled Small Flying Foot is here."

After he finished speaking, Qi Jin immediately jumped into the fighting circle. He was very cunning, he did not use his little flying leg.

Instead, he snatched the swords from his two wives' hands and made a "pu pu pu" sound towards Han Lingzi.

He slashed out a dozen times.

The Autumn Water sisters anxiously retreated, and could not help but open their mouths wide, only to see Qi Jin in the arena looking extremely excited, as sword light swirled, forcing Han Lingzi to retreat step by step.

The sword moves that Qi Jin used were the ones his two wives used earlier. It was rare that his memory surpassed his own, and at the same time that he learnt Han Lingzi's sword moves, he also memorized his two wives' sword moves.

Don't look at the scene where Qi Jin was the only one, but the two swords had taken turns to attack, with proof, attacking and defending at the same time, and were both extremely sharp killing moves.

After Han Lingzi was pushed back more than ten steps, he felt that Qi Jin was like a different person, an outsider who didn't know anything about the ancient martial arts had become an expert in the ancient martial arts.

Han Lingzi bellowed, the sword in his hand changed from a defensive stance to an offensive stance, and his figure also changed along with it as he attacked with every move.