The protagonists have golden fingers

The Southwest Army has worked together to lock up all the bad things on the battlefield, so no one in the Southwest knows the situation on the battlefield.

But the capital is different.Everyone in Beijing is in danger now, whether they are high-ranking officials or ordinary people, they are in a state of panic all day long, fearing that they will be the next person to be sacrificed.

"How could it be..." On the top of Yuming Mountain, Qi Jian looked at the completely destroyed formation with a pale face, his feet softened, and he knelt down, "How could it be..."

The biggest secret in the Liuguang Jiange is not even known to the current Jiange owner, but when he was appointed as the owner of the pavilion, he needs someone to protect the law, and the person who protects the law is the future renegade Sword Master Qi Lian!

Except for him, among the hundreds of people in the Liuguang Jiange, none of them knew that there was an evil cultivation formation in the back mountain of the Jiange!

Qi Lian wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth expressionlessly.He was dressed in black, with large clusters of golden jade flowers embroidered on the hem of his robe.

This kind of flower is only planted and grown on Yuming Mountain, and it is a symbol that every disciple of Liuguang Jiange will embroider on the corner of his clothes.

His face was pale, and there was a trace of blood hidden between his slightly pursed lips, but his eyes were bright and his expression was very calm, and he remained unmoved in front of many monks.

He is neither afraid nor regretful, as if all the emotions in the world have nothing to do with him.He didn't even look at the distraught junior brother kneeling at his feet, and walked away.

But how could others let him go?At that moment, one by one showed their weapons and blocked him.

Only then did Qi Lian's face show a little doubt that was not easy to detect.He raised his head strangely, and glanced at the few people standing in front of him. His voice was light and lazy, as if he was asking what he wanted for lunch today: "Are you sure you want to stop me?"

The first one to show his weapon was a young man in ordinary clothes. His weapon was as ordinary as his own, but when he took it out, everyone unconsciously moved their eyes—it was a knife ,kitchen knife.

A person who can hold a kitchen knife as a weapon probably won't be too capable.But it was this young man who used a kitchen knife as a weapon to stop Qi Lian first.

The young man's face was pale, his legs were limp, and they were still trembling.He was obviously very scared, and his voice was trembling, and he could hardly utter a complete sentence: "I, I, I, I——I just, just...just stop!"

Qi Lian hadn't heard such a rascal's speech for a long time.He raised one eyebrow with great interest, and said with a half-smile, "You're so scared that you can't speak clearly, yet you still dare to stop me? Well...very good, I don't mind sending you to hell first!"

As he spoke, he drew his sword.His sword is very beautiful, and his swordsmanship is also very beautiful, so amazing that everyone closes their eyes subconsciously.

But when they opened their eyes again, they were surprised to find that the shocking sword was actually caught by this ugly young man who stuttered!

The young man's face was flushed red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or holding back. His movements didn't seem to be strenuous, and he still had the strength to shout at Qi Lian: "You, you, you - look, look, look... look down on me I just, just, stuttered!"

Oh, it turned out that his fear was real, but he was not frightened to the point of stuttering, because he was not good at speaking.

Qi Lian's face became extremely ugly.When he took out his sword, he never saw blood and did not return to the sheath, and one move was fatal.

But now, he was stopped by a little-known junior!It's ridiculous that this junior dares to yell in front of him instead of running away...

The old sword master licked his lips and slowly broke into a smile.He probably doesn't laugh very often, but now he laughs very ferociously.

The grinning Sword Master shook his wrist, and four white lights enveloped the young man. At the moment when everyone couldn't recover, they heard a scream, and there was a white bone and a pile of blood mud on the ground.

Some of the timid ones in the crowd had fled to one side and vomited violently when they saw this, and even some bold ones unconsciously felt sick.

Qi Lian didn't take back the sword, he raised his eyes lightly, and looked at the few people who continued to block his application—perhaps they had been frightened.

The few people who showed their weapons together behind the young man took a step back involuntarily.But it was too late to escape at this time!

Qi Lian will not let anyone who wants to stop her go, he is a cultivator, it doesn't make any difference to him if he kills a monk or a group of monks, as long as he can escape the punishment of heaven, he will be able to live in peace.Besides, he didn't intend to retreat completely.

For a moment, rays of light radiated, blood splashed everywhere, and screams continued.

However, none of this seemed to have anything to do with Qi Jian, he just knelt there, prostrate on the ground, as if he was dead.

He no longer looked at the destroyed formation, and no one could see the expression on his face.

Qi Lian is so excited to kill, she has no interest in paying attention to a man who is like a defeated dog.

Because this man is too embarrassed, all the beautiful things that he could see in him in the past have disappeared, he is desperate, collapsed, dying, he no longer has any illusions about this world, it seems that the sun is fading away, and he will soon die on his own Same.

Qi Lian didn't bother to look at such a person, even if he once called him senior brother.

The dark red blood splashed on his body and face, and the black robe that had sucked up the blood couldn't bear more blood. Following his footsteps, bloodstains were swept out on the ground, and the Yuming flower embroidered on the corner of his robe It also changed from golden to dark red - that was the trace of blood being soaked again after it dried up.

After becoming an evil cultivator, Qi Lian has been suppressing her killing intent every day. He is different from other evil cultivators. He doesn't like killing people very much. At least he never kills those who belong to "innocent" people in his eyes. , but it does not prevent others from killing.

To him, those who were not innocent were those monks who stabbed him in the back and caused the tragic death of his brother and their descendants!

Why?His brothers and sisters died without a whole body, but those villains and their descendants can live well?Was there anything wrong with Liuguang Jiange?To be bullied so far?

But now, the heavens have eyes, and if the enemy is sent to him, then he no longer has to suppress himself, and can indulge his desires wantonly...

Qi Jian can imagine what his junior brother looks like without looking.He has always been like this, arrogant, haughty, and arrogant, but he is not annoying. He should be the proudest swordsman in the world, and he has enough self-confident capital. Live in admiration.He is like a jade flower blooming on the mountain, brilliant and eye-catching.

This is his younger brother.

In his ears were the screams of the monks before they died, in his nose was the strong stench of blood, and the place where he was kneeling was flowing like a stream of blood.

This is his enemy.

Qi Jian's body moved slightly, as if trembling angrily, it was a signal——

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Qi Lian, who was so jealous, was stunned suddenly, he seemed to have fallen into a fantasy, he saw the brothers who should have died tragically, they were practicing swords, every move, every move, every stern look.

He stood in a daze for a while, subconsciously raised his foot and wanted to walk towards them.As soon as he moved his footsteps, the brothers who were practicing swords stopped and looked at him in unison, making his body stiff.

And the next moment, smiles burst out on their serious faces, one by one rushed up, surrounded him and walked inside, asking questions in one go, these questions are very old, nothing more than whether the mountain is fun or not Delicious, and what important things did you do, Qi Lian looked around at the smiling faces of his seniors and brothers, for some reason, he felt as if there was a void in his heart, sore and painful, making him want to cry.

So he really cried.

A group of sword cultivators were in a hurry to comfort their junior brother who had just returned to the mountain, and no one even pursued the question of how to make people cry.

The crowd was clamoring, and soon the elders in the pavilion were attracted.The master of Jiange, Xiangu Daofeng, has a white beard, is full of energy, and has a red face.

When he saw his beloved little disciple who was crying silently, he was the first to explode: "Who! Who is it! Made him cry!"

All the brothers froze—the conscience of heaven and earth, they didn't mean to make the little brother cry!Who would have thought that people would cry in just two sentences without asking so much? !

Qi Lian covered her face, tears flowed from between his fingers, and wet the back of his hands.Around him are his fellow practitioners, his siblings, and his life; his feet are his roots;

The place where he is located is the most impartial and selfless Liuguang Jiange in the world;

The swordsmanship he wants to practice is the streamer swordsmanship that everyone flocks to;

His way of swordsmanship is to protect the common people in the world, it is nine deaths, especially without regrets, and it is even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!

He was originally the most outstanding disciple of Liuguang Jiange, but when he unleashed his sword, the sun, moon, and stars were also eclipsed!

How could he not know who set up this illusion?

However, the obsession in his heart is nothing more than that, and he is not willing to break the illusion. Even if he knows that the illusion will collapse, and what he cares about will still be lost, but at least at this moment, his siblings, his roots are still there, His kendo is still there.

He felt the concern of his master and fellow apprentices, and he just cried out of feeling, but everyone panicked and tried to make him laugh.

But how could he laugh?He raised his head and looked at his senior brother who was still worried and caring about him even in the illusion, his heart ached almost out of breath.

They are so good, even if they die, they can't worry about him, the most incompetent junior, and the soul and spirit left in the world will also worry about him.

They don't know that they are dead. In this illusion, they are "alive".

But it was this kind of existence that almost became the last straw that crushed Qi Lian!

He thought, is this a knife in his heart?What he wants most in his life is to see his senior brother again;

And what I fear most is seeing them once!