Life Hunter

The arrow body trembled rapidly and its feathers shook.

The true energy in the arrow was divided into three waves, vibrating in Vince Yue's body.

puff……

Vinceyue spit out blood, mixed with broken organs.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. The young boy stood tall, holding a bow in his left hand and a fan in his right hand.

Click.

The fan is broken.

Vince Yue opened her eyes and looked at Wang Shoude.

Vince Yue couldn't understand why his brother, a dignified county magistrate, died at the hands of an ordinary person. Something seemed to be flashing in the child's eyes. When he led someone to grab a fan that day, something flashed in the child's eyes. With this light moving, even if he was kicked down, the light in his eyes did not disappear.

That is an unyielding heart.

So his hand was destined to shoot this arrow.

The success or failure of this arrow is not important. What is important is that he always dared to shoot this arrow.

Vince Yue slowly closed her eyes and understood.

Wang Shoude is a human being.

Liu Yitian glanced at Wang Shoude and Xu Fang who were standing stunned, and sighed softly.

Li Qingxian looked at the master of the Blood Clothes Sect. This arrogant devil had a worried look on his face. When he saw Li Qingxian looking at him, he quickly squeezed out a smile.

Li Qingxian said: Old Demon Xue, the master of the Blood Clothes Sect, has brought trouble to Qiyuan City for many years, killing tens of thousands of people in Daqi, and colluded with Wen Siyan and Mr. Da to turn Qiyuan City into a place of death. I declare , the Blood Clothes Sect has no king and no father, and the whole world will be punished! From now on, anyone in Qiyuan City who is connected with the Blood Clothes Sect will be killed on the spot! Today, I, Li Qingxian, pay my respects to the Blood Clothes Sect!

Liu Yitian said loudly: Shen Gong Sect, Baishan Blood Clothes Sect!

Qingshan Gang, worship the Bloody Clothes Sect! Wan Zhao, the leader of the Qingshan Gang, gathered his true energy and spread his voice throughout the city.

Qiming Academy, Baishan Blood Clothes Sect! Feng Yemai's voice from the prison school shook the whole city. Countless students' eyes widened with uncontrollable excitement.

Tiandao Sect, Baishan Blood Clothes Sect! the disciples of Tiandao Sect shouted angrily.

kill!

In the next moment, all parties attacked, overwhelming the Blood Clothes Sect and related sects.

The old blood demon turned into a blood rainbow and disappeared. Li Qingxian raised his hand, a spiritual talisman flew out, and he saw a red line flying to the northwest.

Zhou Hen took one step forward and disappeared from everyone's sight.

In just a few dozen breaths, everyone in the Blood Clothes Sect fell to the ground and died.

Not long after, Zhou Hen returned and dropped a body.

The leader of the Blood-clothed Sect, the Old Demon Xue, died.

Li Qingxian jumped up to the high platform, as if he couldn't see Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting. He picked up the bowl of cold dumplings with both hands and placed them in front of Li Gangfeng's memorial tablet.

Then he knelt down to the memorial tablet and saluted him.

Li Qingxian stood up.

Feng Yemai glanced at everyone on the high platform and said: On the high platform, everyone headed by Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting were expelled from the house because they violated the academy rules, were ignorant of skills, did not know how to think deeply, made blind judgments, and aided the evildoers. ! Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting are the chief culprits. I should tell the academies all over the world to refuse admission to these two people.

More than three hundred people stood on the high platform, panicked and at a loss.

Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting stood motionless.

Li Qingxian once again ignored Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting beside him, jumped off the high platform, looked at Feng Yemai in the prison, and said, Please Master Feng lead people to clear out the Blood Clothes Sect.

Follow your orders! Supervisor Feng Yemai counted his people like a subordinate, including Qiming Academy and various sects, and then led a coalition of gangs with Wan Zhao and other masters to attack the Bloody Clothes Gate.

Let's go back and rest. Starting tomorrow, we will gradually move into West District City. Li Qingxian stepped forward.

Xu Fang and Wang Shoude were avenged. They were in a daze, nodded, and walked forward in a daze.

Liu Yitian looked at Li Qingxian's back and sighed in his heart, this man is truly a hero of his generation.

Everyone in the Shen Gong Sect wanted to move into the North District City as soon as possible and take over the position of the Shen Sword Sect, but Li Qingxian kept making excuses to stop them, and Liu Yitian couldn't understand it.

Because of this incident, many Shen Gong Sect disciples complained, and some sects also secretly laughed at the Shen Gong Sect.

But now, Liu Yitian finally understood.

Li Qingxian simply looked down upon the status of the Divine Sword Sect. The lowest goal of the Divine Gong Sect was to replace the Blood Clothes Sect, not to become one of the four major forces in the North District City, but to become one of the four major forces in Qiyuan City.

Master Li, I was greedy for a moment, so I was deceived by County Magistrate Wen. Please give me a way out! Xiang Zhixue said loudly.

Please Mr. Li, please let me live. Lu Yuanting knelt down directly to Li Qingxian.

As Li Qingxian walked, he said: You are the one who walks your own path. The path of life is the same as the path of death. Now that you know that you have taken the wrong path of death, you should find a way of life again instead of continuing to take the path of death. The path of life is always at your feet.

Everyone in the venue stood on both sides, bowed their heads slightly, and respectfully sent Li Qingxian off.

A teacher looked at Li Qingxian's back and sighed: It's a pity that Qiming Academy's many years of hard work have been ruined by Xiang Zhixue. Since then, Qiming Academy has become a laughing stock among scholars.

Yes, no matter how difficult it is for the future leader of the Qiming Literary Society to convince the public, it will be like a mouse droppings ruining the pot of soup.

The leader was appointed by default, he colluded with the judges, and he collaborated internally and externally to murder Gang Feng's son. With all these things, we have no face to face the scholars in the world.

Pity……

The teachers and students present sighed, and some people looked at Xiang Zhixue and Lu Yuanting angrily, scolding them for ruining the reputation of Qiming Academy and ruining Mr. Gang Feng's hard work.

Lu Yuanting looked ashamed.

Xiang Zhixue lowered his head, and the hatred in his heart turned into inexplicable joy: Okay! good! good! If you drive me out of the academy, you will deserve the ruin of Qiming Academy. My future is worth the loss of the entire academy!

At this moment, powerful mana carried a familiar voice and spread for more than ten miles.

He Qiming Wenhui chants snow poems.

Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

Buzz…

There was a strange noise, and the entire venue shook slightly. All the scholars attending the meeting, whether present or going to the Xueyimen, felt that half of the literary energy in their bodies suddenly disappeared.

Lines of orange energy visible to the naked eye surged into the sky, gathered together, and suddenly formed a huge orange vortex.

In an instant, the wind and snow covering thousands of miles around seemed like thousands of swallows returning to their nests, and like moths rushing to the flame, they swarmed crazily over Qiyuan City.

People from thousands of miles around looked up at the sky.

Countless winds and snow gathered into a long, bright river, rushing in the sky, shining on the heaven and earth like daylight.

The long river of wind and snow that first arrived over Qiyuan City condensed into high mountains, standing still.

Later, the long river of wind and snow surrounded the snow-capped mountains and flowed endlessly.

After a while, you can see thousands of mountains competing for beauty and hundreds of rivers competing for flow in the sky above Qiyuan City.

Many scholars attending the conference were ecstatic. They could clearly feel that they had an indescribable connection with the mountains and rivers above.

The three hundred people on the high platform who were once hostile to the Shen Gong Sect also had half of their literary energy disappearing. However, they looked up at the sky and there was no feeling in their bodies.

An old voice spread throughout the city.

This poem, throughout the ages, praises the crown of snow.

Everyone was stunned for a moment and exclaimed.

Mr. Tobei!

It's Master Zhang Moya.

You see, the thousands of mountains and rivers in the sky are more solid. If more great scholars comment on it, the spirit of this poem may really be the best in poetry about snow and the mountains and rivers.