Chapter 7 Seven Years of Revenge, Revenge

"I don't know if I can kill you until I have to"

Qingyu Jingxue Sword was held in his hand, and the momentum gradually rose and gradually spread around Shi Min.

The elder was slightly surprised. It was not accidental, let alone coincidental, know why the Rat King and his adopted son Shi Wenshiwu died at the hands of this boy.

Qingyu's sword pointed to the elder's chest, and the hilt was tightly held in his hand, making all the standard movements of a swordsman, and he looked extremely skilled.

The elder was shocked. As an elder Zongnei, he was no longer familiar with this sword.

"Eight-star swordsman???

Qing Yu smiled

"Wrong, nine-star peak swordsman!!"

The sword is like green smoke, passing through the sky fluently, and the sword is like a purple night, showing a faintness between the cracks.

Qing Yu's sword is like floating, and the floating swordsmanship is indeed worthy of being a swordsmanship that has been passed down for hundreds of years, like running water.

The elder began to retreat. He did not take action. He did not give Qing Yu a slap like when he first appeared. He was waiting for an opportunity to get a fatal blow. Then he began to counterattack. The chains on his body were pulled out and met Qing Yu's shocking snow sword.

Precisely because Qingyu could not exert all the power of the shocking snow sword, the chain not only did not break, but also had a faint tendency to suppress the shocking snow sword. The elder steadily occupied the upper hand. Qing Yu guessed that he should have the strength of the sword Wu Jiuxing or even the sword, but at this moment, Qing Yu has no way out, with the help of the rat king Neidan The energy that made the body's breath soar launched attacks again and again.

The elder retreated step by step, and the chain in his hand did not stop. Under the crotch of Qingyu's attack one by one, Qingyu understood that the gap between himself and him was obvious. Seeing that he did not breathe at all, he had already exerted ten hundredth of his strength.

Qing Yu stopped his sword. He couldn't move forward any more. This place belonged to Shi Min, and he couldn't tell what would happen if he retreated.

"Young man, don't go by again" Ling Wu's warning sound came, and Qingyu's heart was shocked.

He looked at Shi Min with a contemptuous expression, "Scum, can he only hide?"

The elder smiled disdainfully, and his eyes emitted a faint evil light.

Qing Yu's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and a comfortable feeling gradually hit his heart, drowsy, and his mind was blank.

Ling Wu saw that the situation was not good, and now he shouted, "Young man, don't be fooled by his illusion!!! Wake up quickly, or we will both die here. This guy is murderous!!!"

The elder thief smiled and looked at Ling Wu with pity

"Your former sword god has not fallen so much that you can't even take the Jingxue sword. Haha...... He was hit by my illusion and won't wake up. Haha, you will die... Even the Rat King can't resist my 'soul stealing skill', let alone he is a little thief?

Ling Wu's eyes gradually sank. He knew that the devil was telling the truth and sighed. The only savior died here. Instead of revenge, he took his own life.

Shi Min laughed

"When I clean up this boy first, it will be your turn... Haha" He walked to Qingyu, who was already sleeping on the ground with a gloomy smile, and a burst of pride appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Qing Yu's snow sword has been weakly thrown aside, and the whole person seems to have fallen into a state of sleep.

Shi Min slowly approached Qingyu. Suddenly, Qingyu's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were as clear as autumn water. The strong murder surprised Shi Min and realized that it was not good to retreat quickly, but it was too late. A cold light pierced Shi Min's chest without warning.

That's the broken sword, the blade that was broken by Shi Min and left only half of the blade that doesn't look like the blade. Who said that a broken sword can't kill people? Who said that Duntie can't kill people?

The broken sword was completely inserted into the chest of the elder Shi Min, and Qing Yu used almost all his strength.

A flash of joy flashed in Ling Wu's eyes, but he didn't expect it.

"Hum, haha," Qingyu patted the dust on his body happily and laughed

"How's the elder? With me, you can die as a little person."

The elder sweated coldly, and his painful expression was self-evident. His fierce eyes were ferocious, and he stared at Qingyu with incredible eyes.

"How can you resist my illusion, you... Are you also from the Devil's Gate?

"Magic Gate? Ha ha, that's not true, but I have this..." Qing Yu took out the "soul refining" from his arms and said slowly under the stunned look of the elder

"Do you remember this thing you lost three years ago?"

"It's you!!!!" The elder said hatefully,

"When I got it, I felt that this thing had a coma function. I couldn't resist it. It was not until two years ago that I could control it and not be affected by this illusion. Haha... Elder, my sword is highly poisonous, and the immortals can't save you, haha..."

The elder's heart was frozen and fell to the bottom. He knew that he had already fallen into Qingyu's calculation. "You have been trying to kill me since three years ago? Do you hate me so much?

Qing Yu smiled miserably

"Seven years, for seven years, I endured humiliation and pretended to be crazy. It was for this day that people in the clan were sure to be fools and be crazy. I put up with it because of my mother. My mother died the day after that night seven years ago!!! It's all because of you, a beast, and you are not as good as a beast.

The elder's face was frighteningly blue. He knew that his life was slowly passing by, and he laughed

"Haha, so you mean that**... Swinging woman, haha, her taste..."

Before he finished speaking, Qingyu cut off his head and didn't want him to humiliate his mother. Qingyu knelt down,

"Mom, the child finally avenged you!!" Qingyu worshipped in the four directions of the stone room, and his mother was the only relative in the world.

Ling Wu, a ghost man, sighed. How difficult it was for this young man to endure for seven years. He walked over

"Let's go first. If the people in the clan know that you killed the elder and his adopted son, you can't explain it clearly. By the way..." Ling Wu seems to think of something,

"Come on, come here. This guy is really a man of the devil. As long as you give these things to the suzerain, you will not be blamed. As for me, I can't appear in the sun. I can only be a sword spirit in the artifact Jingxue Sword. I will give you the real content of this last test of death, and the Jingxue Sword will be handed over to you. It's shining."

Qing Yu's tearful eyes converge, and he nodded. After watching the changes of Ling Wu's last move, he was secretly surprised. If he had not had Ling Wu's guidance, there would have been no such exquisite change. Why did a sword move reach his hand...

"Senior, what kind of sword god are you from that old dog?"

When Ling Wu stopped, he was shocked when he heard this.

"It's just a false name for the sword god. I'm just this shocking sword spirit now, and I don't want to mention anything else."

Qing Yu was stunned and didn't say anything. There was a trace of respect in Ling Wu's eyes. Of course, he dared not say anything more about this form. Qingyu wanted to comfort him, but he knew that it was a great shame for such a person standing at the top.

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