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Lin Qingzhu ran to Lin Yue's side to help him up, and asked worriedly, "Father, are you okay?"

Lin Yue, the owner of the Blizzard Martial Arts Gym, is a burly, tall, middle-aged man. He has no resemblance to the petite and pretty Lin Qingzhu. Outsiders will never believe that they are father and daughter.

He was stabbed by Qin Feixiong in the chest, and his face was a little pale at this time. After staggering to his feet, he first applied a little on the acupuncture points near the wound to stop the bleeding. Then he comforted Lin Qingzhu:

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

With that said, he stared directly at Qin Feixiong opposite him like electricity, and said solemnly:

"Chief Qin, I really didn't expect that your strength has advanced to such a level after only half a year of absence. It really is a three-day treaty with admiration."

Qin Feixiong was in his thirties, his slender eyes showed a bit of sharpness, he held a blue long knife in his hand, and said proudly and arrogantly:

"Haha, Lin Yue, ever since I founded the Feixiong Gang, you have been against me everywhere. Before, because of your strength, I couldn't do anything to you. Now my strength is already above yours. Today is the day of your death. "

Standing behind Qin Feixiong, Peng Li and a group of young men in black clothes stared covetously at Lin Yue and the other martial arts disciples, exerting heavy pressure.

Lin Qingzhu's face was frosty, glaring at Qin Feixiong, and sternly reprimanded: "Qin Feixiong, last time my father mercifully spared your life after he injured you, it's fine if you are ungrateful, but you still want to come to kill me today. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Hmph, when he let me go, he should have known what would happen to me today."

A cold light flashed in Qin Feixiong's eyes, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior at all, he just said coldly to Lin Yue:

"Lin Yue, if you have any last words, hurry up and say them. You can be regarded as my opponent for many years. I will give you this chance. After I finish speaking, I will send you on your way."

Lin Yue snorted, and said disdainfully: "You don't want to use this method to kill my fighting spirit. Although I was injured, I really want to fight to the death. It is still unknown who will win."

With that said, we will raise our swords and fight again.

"Father, you are injured now, so you are not suitable for fighting."

Lin Qingzhu stopped Lin Yue, pulled out the saber from his waist and stepped forward, saying, "Let us juniors come."

"That's right. Master, you were the one who protected us in the past, but today we disciples will protect you!"

Wang Qian also took a step forward, standing side by side with Lin Qingzhu.

Several disciples in the martial arts hall also stood up and looked at Qin Feixiong as if they were dead.

Qin Feixiong glanced at the martial arts disciples across the way, and sneered disdainfully: "Just because of you trash, do you want to stop me?"

While the two sides were talking, there was a squeak, and Jiang Yi slowly closed the door of the martial arts hall, and inserted the bolt.

The sound of his closing the door interrupted the words of both parties, and attracted the attention of everyone in the field.

Jiang Yi walked up to Lin Qingzhu slowly, and said with a smile, "Leave this matter to me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, looked at Peng Li behind Qin Feixiong, and showed a cold smile: "When I practiced the sword, you were the one who wanted to grab my sword, right?"

Qin Feixiong raised his eyebrows. He didn't know who Jiang Yi was. He glanced at Peng Li and asked indifferently, "Who is this kid?"

Peng Li respectfully replied: "Boss leader, you have been in seclusion recently, so you don't know yet. Recently, a fool appeared in our town. He practiced a set of slow knife skills on the streets of Dongjie all day long. This is the guy. "

The other members of the Feixiong Gang also had a mocking look on their faces, and sneered, "I never thought that this idiot would dare to participate in our Feixiong Gang's affairs today. He really doesn't know what to do."

"Since he is a fool, of course he doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

Hearing what they said, everyone in the martial arts hall who had hoped for Jiang Yi couldn't help showing disappointment.

Although they had never met Jiang Yi, they had heard about him practicing swords in the downtown area, and they all regarded him as a madman who had lost his temper.

Lin Qingzhu was dubious in her heart, she always felt that Jiang Yi's strength should not be too weak, but after all, Jiang Yi had never shown his strength in front of her, so she was inevitably still a little worried.

Wang Qian was a little surprised: I didn't expect that Jiang Yi would really dare to stand up in such a critical moment, which is indeed a commendable courage. It's a pity that without strength, no matter how brave you are, it's useless.

Thinking of this, Wang Qian couldn't help frowning slightly, and was about to persuade Jiang Yi to back down: "Jiang Yi, you..."

But Lin Qingzhu grabbed her and said: "Senior sister, Jiang Yi is not a fool, he will not do things that are not sure. Since he has spoken, let's trust him once."

Wang Qian sighed helplessly, but she didn't have the slightest confidence in Lin Qingzhu's words: "I hope so."

After laughing for a while, Peng Li remembered something again, and said to Qin Feixiong: "By the way, leader. The knife in this idiot's hand is a rare magic weapon, which is just right for you, leader."

"Oh, is it so."

Hearing the words, Qin Feixiong couldn't help but move slightly in his heart, glanced at Jiang Yi, and said lightly: "Boy, hand over your knife. As long as I am satisfied with it, I can spare your life."

Seeing Qin Feixiong and Peng Li completely ignoring him and talking to themselves, Jiang Yi smiled slightly: "I'm in a good mood today, I can let you choose a way to die, tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Hahaha, this silly boy really thinks he is a peerless master, and his tone is so loud."

Everyone in Feixiong's gang burst out laughing as if they heard the funniest joke.

Peng Li admired Jiang Yi's blind self-confidence. He slightly cupped his fists at Qin Feixiong and said, "Leader, leave this kid to me."

As he spoke, he walked towards Jiang Yi with a saber in his hand, and with a sarcastic expression on his face, he said, "Boy, quickly use your bastard saber technique to fight me, and let everyone see it. How fierce..."

laugh!

A thin hiss sounded, and a black afterimage seemed to flash in the air, but no one could see it clearly.

When Peng Li walked two steps in front of Jiang Yi, his body froze suddenly, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Between his eyebrows, an extremely thin bloodstain, more than an inch long, appeared at some point, and blood beads slowly overflowed from the wound.

Afterwards, Peng Li rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground with a bang.

Looking at Peng Li who was breathless on the ground, everyone seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, unable to speak.

Inside the martial arts hall, there was an eerie silence.

Jiang Yi stood on the spot with his hands hanging naturally by his sides, as if he hadn't moved from the beginning to the end.

He shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Since you don't choose, let me choose for you."

After a while, Qin Feixiong recovered from the shock, took two steps forward, looked at Peng Li's death, then stared at Jiang Yi vigilantly, and said:

"Boy, it turns out that you have a powerful hidden weapon, no wonder you are so confident."

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see that the slender scar between Peng Li's eyebrows could be a knife wound, so he only thought that Jiang Yi used some kind of hidden weapon to kill Peng Li.

Jiang Yi's expression was flat: "This is a sword technique, can't you see it?"

"Pretending to be a ghost, don't think that holding a powerful hidden weapon makes me afraid of you."

Qin Feixiong fixed his eyes on Jiang Yi's hand, preventing him from using a hidden weapon. At the same time, he stepped on his feet, rushed out towards Jiang Yi, and shouted:

"Die!"

The long knife in Qin Feixiong's hand slashed towards Jiang Yi with the momentum of breaking through mountains and mountains.

Jiang Yi's right hand shook slightly, and a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded, piercing the eardrums of the people.

Ding!

When Qin Feixiong rushed two meters in front of Jiang Yi, the long knife in his hand broke suddenly, and a thin bloodstain appeared on his neck.

At the moment before he died, Qin Feixiong finally saw the cold and gloomy light of the knife.

It's like a waning moon: dead silent, gloomy and cold, but with a strange sense of beauty.

"So fast……"

After uttering the last two words, Qin Feixiong's head fell from his neck, hit the ground with a bang, and rolled several times.