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This knife is the famous yellow grade knife method of the Qin family "Flying dragon knife method"!

Tianwu mainland, the grade of martial arts from high to low is divided into four levels: heaven, earth, Xuan, yellow! The Flying Dragon knife method is only a yellow knife method, but it is very hot and unusual.

The guard made up his mind to cut Qin Chen's hand and export gas to his dead brother. Anyway, the command is under the Zhao lady, as long as do not kill Qin Chen, at most be punished.

Everyone else's eyes lit up when they saw the knife. But Mrs Zhao still have dissatisfaction in her heart, she felt that the guard is too conservative, should not only aim at Qin Chen arm, but should be his head. Even so, the crowd seemed to see the picture of Qin Chen covered in blood.

But...

Ding, ding, ding!

The expected scene did not happen, Qin Chen hands long sword in an instant burst three cold aeng, gold and iron crossge sound.

The guard did not see what was happening, only felt the front of his eyes, the handle of the knife in his hand shook, the sword was almost unable to grip, and almost threw it out of his hand. He even stirred up his energy, and then he gripped the sword.

And then just to fight back.

The next moment, a long, cold sword was held to his throat.

The cold touch, like the sickle of death, made him cold and rigid.

The eyes of everyone around him widened in disbelief.

If the previous guard was careless, it was Qin Chen's hand, then the guard has gone all out, but the result is still surprising.

Even the guard does not understand, only the early human level Qin Chen is how to block him.

"This little brute, how..." Mrs. Zhao was also surprised and blurted out: "Qin Chen, how dare you not put down your sword."

"Put it down?" Qin Chen grinned.

Then I saw a cold awns shoot out of his eyes, and the long sword in his hand gave a sudden press and then a pull.

* FLLLLRRRRP *

A fountain of hot blood gushed from the guard's neck and spilled all over the floor.

Body, limp to the ground.

"Trying to kill me and spare him? "

Qin Chen always with a smile on his face, but let everyone cold.

For a moment, the whole Qin House was silent.

'And you! Qin Chen turned to look at Zhao Qirui, eyes slightly narrowed, "If you dare to hit my mother again, careful I will kill you."

Zhao Qirui face, can see Qin Chen's eyes, a cold from the bottom of the foot inexplicable rise, a moment unexpectedly can not say.

He looked at Mrs. Zhao and said coldly, "Mrs. Zhao, this is what you said to negotiate well?"

Mrs. Zhao quickly explained: "Prince Qi, there is a misunderstanding, you listen to me."

Then, she turned and stared at Qin Chen, "Little brute, you have the courage to even threaten Prince Qi..."

She turned her head sharply behind her, her eyes fierce.

Finally, her eyes fell on an old man, "Qin Yong, what are you still doing? Give me this little brute!"

"Yes, ma 'am."

The old man called Qin Yong answered and walked out slowly.

He was dressed in a dark blue robe, his hands tucked behind his wide sleeves, and he had a cold air about him.

After he came out, everyone's pupils were shrunken, including Qin Chen.

From then on, he felt a very dangerous breath.

"Prefecture level." Qin Chen heart slightly heavy, eyes light unprecedented cold.

"Master Dust, the old slave does not want to fight with you, or give up and obey your wife's orders." Qin Yong said.

Qin Chen looked the same and smiled coldly: "If you want me to surrender, it depends on whether you have this skill."

Prefectural level, not without resistance.

Qin Yong frowned, "In this case, then the old slave has overstepped."

The voice fell, Qin Yong figure suddenly like goshawk instant jump, grab to Qin Chen.

This blow, more than a few times stronger than the guard before, the strong breath, the suppression of Qin dust breathing difficulties, bones creaking.

"Qin Yong, you dare to move the dust for a try."

Qin moon pool suddenly rushed out in front of Qin Chen.

And Qin Chen body shake, and the sword will Qin moon pool stopped behind.

His eyes bright sen cold, although the prefecture level martial arts strong, but he boasted that the other party hit their own moment, they can kill it in one fell fell.

See, Qin Yong's hands and claws, only half a foot away from him.

Just then, a loud sound came from outside the house.

"Stop it all."

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe with a golden python belt around his waist walked into the house.

Qin Yong hand claw, in Qin Chen head one foot, hard stop, and then quickly to the side, respectfully bent.

"My Lord!

Everyone in the room bowed and spoke respectfully.

The bearer is Qin Chen's uncle, Anping Hou Qin Yuanhong.

Madam Zhao hurried to Qin Yuanhong's side, angry and corrupt said: "Marquis, you have come just in time, today this little brute, simply against the sky, not only killed two guards, but also dare to threaten the king Qi, if you do not carry forward the family law today, some people are afraid to heaven."

"That's enough." Qin Yuanhong cold drink a sound, face gloomy.

"Haven't you made enough noise?"