Qiao Zhiwei stepped on the bluestone slabs in the alley. There were many potholes on the mottled ground, and the eaves on one side were not high. You could see the courtyard wall on tiptoe.

At this time, the sky was getting dark and the alley was dim. She held the candy man and put it in front of her. The malt-colored candy man was transparent, and she blinked.

"I'm here, can't I come out yet?" Qiao Zhiwei brought the candy man closer and looked forward.

She chuckled with a slight chuckling, but her empty left hand was very close to the two swords around her waist.

At this time, she had already walked deeper into the alley, and the hustle and bustle of the long street behind her was gradually getting farther and farther away.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from time to time, very light, and it was the slight sound of cloth shoes stepping on the ground.

The darkness in the alley seemed to be split by people in the middle, and the figure gradually became clear.

A man in blue clothes, a cold man, and a wooden sword, making people feel cold.

Qiao Zhiwei subconsciously narrowed her eyes, and the candy man in her hand was divided into two halves from the middle, falling to the ground, while connecting a small stick to the hand.

""Qingshuang Sword" Zhou Zijin is such a beautiful person." She sighed inexplicably, looked at the candy man in her hand, and lost it a little regretfully.

Qingshuang means Qingshuang and cold frost. The sword is cold and the people are also cold.

Zhou Zijin said lightly, "You should know why I came."

Qiao Zhiwei nodded, "Well, it's because you think I seduced your sweetheart and are unhappy. The original wife wants to come and beat the mistress?"

Zhou Zijin's expression did not change and said, "You are practicing peach blossom evil, I don't care about other men, but you shouldn't surpass them today."

"So?" Qiao Zhiwei looked at the wooden sword in the hand of the person in front of her with a smile, "I heard that you are the same disciple of Ye Ziyun, and I can't beat her, but I have always wanted to try what's strange about your Qingshuang sword."

Zhou Zijin lifted his sword, "Okay."

Qiao Zhiwei's pupils shrank, and the person in front of her disappeared like a ray of blue smoke, but the wooden sword was already in front of her.

She had no idea that there was a pink mist around her, and it filled the land one meter with the swelling of the inner qi.

This is the filthy air, and it is her peach blossom evil.

A touch of blue clothes appeared in the pink mist, but the sword body was not tilted, and it rushed straight between her eyebrows.

"What a serious murderous intention." Qiao Zhiwei was secretly shocked, but at this time, the two swords were unsheathed, one shot out on its own, and the other was held in her hand, and Yu Qiang hit her eyebrows at a critical moment.

bite!

She took a step back, her short sword was pressed against her eyebrows, and wherever the sword body came was the other party's wooden sword. Fortunately, she blocked it.

Zijian flew silently from Zhou Zijin, and at the same time, the mist was even worse.

This is not only the invisible peach blossom evil filled with the inner qi, but also the medicine powder that stimulates evil!

Zhou Zijin frowned, and the sword suffocated and the sword raged, and the sword energy raged like a tornado on the ground.

The peach blossom evil suddenly cleared and collapsed everywhere.

Qiao Zhiwei took this step back, her eyes were solemn and her mouth chuckled, "You are really cruel and don't care about the life or death of others."

Zhou Zijin didn't say anything, and the peach blossoms were everywhere. If someone nearby was infected with mild illness, the older one left the root of the disease, which would damage her life span. But the reason why she chose this alley was because at this time, there would be no one in the family in the alley.

She was influenced by the moment, and saw the person in front of her smiling and charmingly charmingly. Even though she was both a woman, she couldn't help but wiggle her heart, and she felt a little warmth in her lower abdomen, and she subconsciously twisted her legs.

Zhou Zijin bit his silver teeth slightly, and his wrist trembled. But a layer of frost suddenly condensed from the ordinary wooden sword, and it became a little cold everywhere. The mind became cold, and the heat disappeared.

"With sword, even poison." Her eyes were slightly sunk.

Qiao Zhiwei smiled, "We are not a gentleman. If you want my life, why can't I use poison?"

However, Zhou Zijin picked out his long sword and let out a loud bang. The Zijian that was about to attack in the dark broke into the wall.

Qiao Zhiwei's face remained unchanged, but she was still smiling, "Okay, I promise not to provoke your sweetheart anymore?"

"What you shouldn't mess with is the General's Mansion." Zhou Zijin stabbed out with a sword.

Qiao Zhiwei's face darkened, she blocked her sword, and her tone was slightly cold, "You really take the General's Mansion as the head of the General."

Zhou Zijin's eyes flashed, Qiao Zhiwei was shocked. Without waiting for any action, she felt a huge force that could not resist came from the sword, and her wrist was even more painful.

"You!" Her face changed.

Zhou Zijin shouted lightly, and the inner Qi was like a mountain collapse and tsunami. The frost on the sword exploded and flew like snowflakes. The cold air was covered by three feet of the earth around him. Even the wall was covered with frost, as if winter had fallen.

Qiao Zhiwei could no longer hold the sword. A sad sword roar came from the mother sword in her hand, which immediately broke into several segments. The frost aura accompanied by this huge force did not diminish and directly slashed on her body.

"Puff!" Qiao Zhiwei's right hand was weak and she lowered her left hand under her shoulder. She continued to unload her strength, and at the same time she flew back.

Zhou Zijin's face was calm, and when he stepped on his jade-colored light boots, the frost on the ground was as if he was being pulled, floating up.

"You really want to kill them all?!" Qiao Zhiwei's eyes were confused and she said in a hurry.

However, Zhou Zijin's eyes moved slightly and she withdrew her sword.

The frost roared and shrill, rushing towards Qiao Zhiwei, but it was like an invisible barrier halfway through, shattering and shattering, and the cold frost splashed and turned into ice water.

At this time, there was a long street behind Qiao Zhiwei.

Her face looked ugly, and her eyes were staring at the figure who turned around and walked into the alley without blinking.

"What you taught him is to kill him." Zhou Zijin's voice came faintly, and it was gradually inaudible.

When he was young, Qiao Zhiwei's face turned pale and she coughed and she burst out with blood.

She looked at the sword wound under her right shoulder. The wound was covered with a layer of frost. A slight tingling pain spread throughout her body from the place. She even frostbite the internal organs. At this time, the internal qi is not smooth. If there is no internal qi filling, help her to remove the cold air in her body, it will definitely leave hidden dangers.

A figure fell into the alley, and a palm pressed on Qiao Zhiwei's back. The rolling inner qi merged into her to help her heal her wounds.

"Zhou Zijin is so strong." He was surprised and obvious.

This is a young man, but his face is full of peach blossom eyes, and his face is full of powdery spirit, which makes people dislike him.

Because his fellow disciples used evil to eliminate injuries, Qiao Zhiwei's face gradually turned red, and the cold air was gone where the sword was injured, and blood finally flowed out.

She didn't even urge the acupoint to stop bleeding, but just said coldly, "We know too little about her and I'm careless just now. She is also the disciple of that person and has been in the General's Mansion for many years. Su Dingyuan couldn't have taught him anything."

"How could she take such a heavy move?" the man frowned.

"Because of a man." Qiao Zhiwei chuckled.

"Tell me the truth," he said.

"Su Dingyuan's youngest son and I drank a few glasses of wine." Qiao Zhiwei said.

"Nothing!" said the man, "Even if you want to contact me, shouldn't it be that waste Su Qing?"

"If you treat him as a waste, you are really a waste."

Qiao Zhiwei took the sword, cleaned up the broken sword on the ground, looked at the undesolated ice frost on the ground, and pursed her lips.

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Chapter completed!