Drawing The Sword - C49

“Since that is the case, I don’t mind teaching you a lesson. Incidentally, I’ll tell you a secret. Basically, those who went against the orders from Mystic Mist sect all went to the King of Hell to report. “Haha!” The black robed man laughed loudly as he pulled out a long sword from beneath the black robe.

It was an exquisite short sword with a few grooves. It was obvious that this kind of sword was specially forged for assassination!

Come on, Qi Xing was very nervous. This was the first time in the three years of swordsmanship that someone had truly fought with someone.

“Have you really thought it through?” The black robed man spoke in a low voice, trying to persuade Qi Xing.

“Make your move.” Qi Xing said coldly. For the past three years, Qi Xing had only been practicing his swordsmanship here. Ordinary people definitely wouldn’t be able to bear the loneliness. However, Qi Xing persisted with a blank look on his face. Of course, this was all thanks to the thin sword in his hand and the wild beast in the forest. For the past three years, the expression on Qi Xing’s face had not changed much. After experiencing so many things, Qi Xing gradually became cold. It was a coldness toward everything.

Black Robe was furious. When had he ever abandoned his dignity to invite someone else over? Don’t know what’s good for you! In the eyes of the black-cloaked man, Qi Xing’s sword speed was only slightly faster, and although he had cultivated inner force, the other party did not even know how to use it. The black-robed man’s entire body shot out explosively, and at the same time, he struck out with the short sword in his hand. He turned into a bolt of lightning and pierced towards Qi Xingxin’s chest. The black robed man’s sword was extremely fast, so fast that ordinary people would not be able to see it clearly. It was even slightly faster than Qi Xing’s sword. His eyes reflected the shadow of the dagger, but Qi Xing’s eyes shone brighter and brighter.

At that moment, Qi Xing moved. The right hand holding the sword moved. He flicked the hilt of the sword slightly, like a beam of Aurora. A cold light flashed in the black-robed man’s eyes! The man in black felt a chill run down his spine. This was an unprecedented death threat. Subconsciously, he quickly retreated, but it was too late. The black robed man’s short sword stopped at the moment Qi Xing punched him in the chest. Qi Xing took a step back and silently looked at the man in black. There was still a trace of fear in his eyes. That was the fear of killing for the first time! His hands couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

The man in black opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He was unwilling to accept this! Puuu, fresh blood gushed out from the throat of the black-robed man! Trembling, the black-robed man reached out to touch the wound. The eyes that looked at Qi Xing were filled with resentment as they slowly fell to the ground. The instant he fell, Qi Xing saw a sinister face. Gugu. A few breaths later, the black-robed man’s eyes rolled up, and twitched a few times before dying in peace.

Qi Xing stopped on the ground and panted heavily, “I killed someone? I killed someone? ” Qi Xing looked at his right hand in disbelief. His eyes were filled with endless fear, the fear of killing for the first time. A living person was killed by him… Ah … With a loud roar, the suppressive feeling in Qi Xing’s heart faded. With trembling hands and sword in hand, he stumbled away. After returning to his’ cave ‘, he packed his stuff and ran.

Two days after Qi Xing left, a black shadow suddenly appeared where the black robed man died.” Young Master? “AHH!” “AHH!” Who is it? Who is it? Bastard, bastard. I will kill you! ” “The sound spread across the area for miles …

One month later, Qi Xing came out from a forest. At this moment, Qi Xing was exhausted and battered. His slim body was like a gust of wind that could knock him down. However, Qi Xing’s body had a trace of killing intent in his eyes …

After experiencing countless times of sword practice, Qixing felt that it was time for him to go out for a walk. In Qi Xing’s eyes, Wang Er’s sword strike that year was also so slow. Qi Xing had already walked out from the shadow of death of the black-robed man. Qi Xing’s delicate and pretty face had already lost its childish look. His shabby white robe fluttered in the breeze, and the corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind …

This was the first time the main character had killed someone, but he had gotten himself into a lot of trouble.