Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 35: There is a knife in the night to cut the mess

Qian Shuhua is lying on the side of the road, bending over and vomiting uncontrollably, his head is full of Venus, and his head is full of alcohol.

She loved to dance with spears since she was a child. It's not that she has never seen fights, but at best, those disputes between children, the real blood, she, Miss Qian, can't see her.

So, when she heard Ye Que's sentence, have you ever seen a murder, she opened her eyes vigorously.

Many shaking figures appeared in the sky, and Ye Que was standing in the middle.

The crowd of felt hats who came for revenge, followed the leader's stern shout, raised the wild goose around his waist, and rushed down from all sides of the roof.

"Knife, it's not used like that."

Ye Que said such a sentence when he watched the crowd rushing forward, and then ran forward empty-handed, grabbing the leader's knife in the blink of an eye, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, and slowly taking a step forward with his left foot.

This wild goose sword is a sword made by Absolute Sword Villa. The blade is straight, with a slight arc at the tip, and a back blade. The back blade is engraved with two blood grooves. The style should be modified from the former ling blade. .

Qian Shuhua has already woken up half of the wine at this time, and she is really looking forward to it.

What is the scene of the murder?

Qian Shuhua's eyes were wide, staring at the wild sword in Ye Que's hand unblinkingly, and then watching the blade slide straight toward the person's chest.

However, the scene of blood spurting still did not appear.

In the end, Ye Que changed the position of the blade and the back of the blade.

A dull thump sounded.

There were crisp bone cracks during the period.

Every time Ye Que swings the knife, the back of the knife will accurately hit the chest of the coming person. He didn't use Tian Yuan at all, and just converted a little True Yuan was enough to cause these people's chests to collapse.

In the middle of the street, so many people are fighting, but there is no screaming and wailing, only the blow to the calcaneus, and the ground must be in a coma.

The big man who rushed to the forefront and roared to avenge Knife Fourteen. He didn't even touch the corner of Ye Que's clothes. He was directly knocked into the air. It was like a kite with a broken line, and it fell to ten. A few meters away, by accident, the pan of fried cake was knocked down, and the roar stopped abruptly.

Soon.

The people who jumped off the roof all fell to the ground in a coma and unconscious, while those who had time to jump off in the future, with their eyes subconsciously following Ye Que's knife, and the leader who flew out, drew An extremely long arc.

Fear followed the eyes and quickly spread throughout the body.

People can be fearless without fear.

Now, a difficult problem lies in front of these people, to jump or not to jump? Jump, courage is commendable, not ashamed of heart, worthy of heaven, worthy of uprising, but it is very likely that he will suffer a sledgehammer-like knife back cracked in the chest. If you don't jump, even if Juejian Villa has lost face in this Luoyang city, people like them will have no place to show themselves.

"Kill!"

Finally, another desperate man jumped down with a shout.

After that, a figure flew up, with a bang, slammed ten meters away, hit the corner of the wall, his chest collapsed, and his head battered!

After a while, no one dared to jump again.

Ye Que suddenly looked up at the roof.

The people on the roof took a step back subconsciously.

Ye Que stared, and the group of people took a step back.

With a mocking smile, Ye Que suddenly raised the wild goose sword in his hand, making a pre-cut.

A burst of hula-la tiles flew around, and in the blink of an eye, the crowd on the roof disappeared completely.

On the stone bridge in the distance, Chen Qing's brows have been frowned together. He thought that Ye Que would be very strong. After all, by virtue of his innate realm, he could seal the seven orifices of the psychic disciple of Shu Mountain. It would be too bad.

But I never expected Ye Que to be so strong!

The layman sees the excitement, the insider sees the doorway.

If a person is strong or not, the level of cultivation is only one aspect, and the use of strength is another aspect. If you have a cultivation base, you don’t know how to use it, which is zero. And the cultivation base is not high, but it is terrifying to be able to display the strength far surpassing the cultivation base.

What's more, from the congenital realm to the acquired realm, and then to the psychic realm, it seems that it has crossed two levels. In fact, there is a subtle rule in the realm of comprehension.

Xingyao had all started before.

It means that before reaching the second-order star yao, all practitioners are governed by the entry, star yao is a threshold.

This also means that in the previous three realms, the improvement in strength was not as large as imagined. At best, there is a gap between the amount of true essence in the body, the quality of the soul, and the strength of the body.

In history, it is not uncommon to kill psychics by crossing borders innately.

When you are fighting for life, who will fight with you all the time, the victory or defeat is often in an instant.

"Ye Que, the use of power has reached the point where he can use his strength lightly. Every force is used just right. I thought that this group of garbage would cost this person some true yuan. Now it seems that it is really a joke." Chen Qing looked at the chaotic crowd still running wildly on the roof, pursing angrily.

Zhuo Bufan beside him didn't look at the people who ran away. From the beginning of the battle, his eyes hadn't left Ye Que's body, especially the knife in his hand. When he was on the dragon boat, he always thought he was careless, and Ye Que attacked him.

Now, Zhuo Bufan put himself in the situation just now, imagined that he was standing on the roof, and jumped down to fight against Ye Que on the ground. Facing the knife in Ye Que's hand, he found that he couldn't avoid it. As long as he entered Ye Que's body, no matter how he moved, he would be hit by the back of the knife in the chest.

Very unexpected and weird.

The palms of Zhuo Bufan's palms have begun to sweat, and the sword in his hands is getting tighter and tighter, his brain is running fast, and his soul simulates the situation.

Finally, Zhuo Bufan let out a long sigh. He has come to the conclusion, "Personal duel, he is not Ye Que's opponent. If you want to defeat Ye Que, you must keep a distance and you must use the speed of Shushan Sword Art. Advantages."

Chen Qing actually did what Zhuo Bufan did. Although he is the leader of the younger generation of Shushan, he is the ninth genius. However, he had to admit that in close hands, he was as uncertain as Chen Qing to defeat Ye Que.

This has nothing to do with the cultivation base, it depends on the combat experience, as well as the grasp of the battle situation, and more importantly, talent.

Chen Qing asked himself if he had more experience than Ye Que, "Is this Ye Que really talented?"

None of the three people on the stone bridge moved, nor spoke, Zhuo Bufan and Chen Qing are still inferring, and the other younger one is completely watching the crowd, he even the opposite Ye Que No one knows it.

In the middle of Yeshifang, the crowd of Ye Que was intercepted and fell to the ground in a coma, scared to flee. In fact, the whole process happened very quickly, and it was just a cup of tea. Some of the small vendors beside the road didn't even react, and the battle was over.

Qian Shuhua looked at Ye Que dumbfounded, like a stranger.

As soon as he was about to speak, he saw that Ye Que's hand holding the knife didn't let go.

Ye Que turned around and stopped looking at the surrounding roofs. The expression on his face did not change at all. He just frowned slightly, with a look of dislike, and opened his mouth and muttered, "This child of Shushan" Is it a fly? Why are you everywhere? Are you annoying?"

After speaking, Ye Que inserted the knife in front of him and stomped gently.

The mountain shook without the ground, roared and trembled.

It's just an oil pan that fell to the ground not far away, and a drop of oil was shocked and flew into the air.

Ye Que didn't even look at it. He stretched out **** in the air and made a mysterious stroke, and the drop of oil instantly floated in front of Ye Que's body. Then Ye Que glanced at the drop of oil intently, as if receiving some order, the drop of oil immediately came to life.

It started to spin and vibrate at a terrifying speed in the air.

Perhaps the speed is too fast, it seems that sparks can be seen in a trance.

Just a few seconds.

Ye Que grinned at Shiqiao in the distance, and flicked his index and middle fingers.

The drop of oil hanging in the air disappeared with a swizzle.

From the stone bridge where Chen Qingzhuo stood uncommonly, to the night market where Ye Que was, a spark dashed across the air, as if torn the air, and as if piercing all the dust in the middle, coming in a daze.

Chen Qing saw Ye Que's grin, and also saw Ye Que's finger in the air, and he also saw the whole process of Ye Que's fight just now, so he didn't underestimate the enemy.

In the first time, Chen Qing's body's true essence was mobilized, and his thought power was released for a hundred meters, and in a blink of an eye, five barriers were laid in front of him.

Chen Qing believes that no matter which sect’s sword art is, no matter which sect’s spell, no matter which sect’s spiritual art, such a long distance, when he is prepared, Don't want to take advantage of it.

However, one second passed, ten seconds passed, twenty seconds passed.

Nothing happened.

Chen Qing's five levels of thought power did not waver at all, and the true essence of his whole body did not move at all.

After a while, Chen Qing suddenly turned around and left without saying a word. The five layers of thought power that he had painstakingly arranged was broken in an instant, and the true essence condensed around his body quickly shrank back into his body.

Zhuo Bufan and the boy next to him were dumbfounded.

"What's the matter?"

"The battle is over?"

"What happened just now?"

Under the night.

The breeze blows.

The strands of hair on the side of Chen Qing’s temples were floating with the wind. His hair was originally straight one by one, without the slightest bend, but the ends of the strands of hair floating in the air were all curled up. , If you look closely, the color is still yellow, and if you get close, you can still smell a faint smell of burnt.

The drop of oil burned Chen Qing's temple hair!

"You can't stop Ye Que's knife close up. There is no Ye Que fast in the long-distance battle. Do you have any face to stay and take your own humiliation?" Zhuo Bufan may not have figured it out yet, but Chen Qing already knew it. It's clear.

It's just that, he must not be able to guess the truth~ IndoMTL.com~ That drop of oil, which looks like oil, is actually Tian Yuan running inside. Chen Qing relies on the mind barrier laid by Zhen Yuan, how can he detect Tian Yuan!

"Bang Dang!"

The hawker closest to Ye Que finally came back to his senses. The tub in his hand fell directly to the ground, his mouth widened, and he pointed his finger at Ye Que, then pointed at a group of people on the ground. , I want to say something, but it seems I can’t say it.

"Miss, are you okay?"

At the end of the day, someone at the Qian's shop on the roadside finally recognized Qian's calligraphy and painting, and he hurried forward to ask if he was hurt.

He waved his hand boredly and drove these people away like a fly. Qian Shuhua stared at Ye Que, opened his mouth, closed it after thinking about it, and then opened his mouth again and reached out his hand to Ye Que. "You!"

Pause for a while, and seem to have changed what he said.

"Didn't you mean to kill someone? Why did you just knock someone unconscious?"

At this time, Ye Que has returned to his original appearance, his expression is indifferent, and he walks with his hand.

Looking at Qian's sullen look, he said casually, "You believe what a man says."

After walking two steps, I saw a comatose person at my feet, kicked it away, "Kill someone unconscious, don't violate the law, kill someone, will you bear it?"

"Are these masters?" Qian Shuhua followed Ye Que's footsteps closely.

"Hmm."

"Compared with Lin Meier?"

Ye Que glanced contemptuously.

"Then teach me this."

Qian Shuhua followed Ye Que's way, waving his hands in the air indiscriminately for a few times, almost crippling his feet.

"You?"

"Ah!"

I saw Ye Que frowning his brows, thinking hard, and looking like he was struggling, as if he had encountered something more difficult than climbing to the sky.