The short sword is not as good as the Pu knife, just as some beggars still can't understand the life of the rich even after getting rich overnight, this is an extremely sad fact, Su Wen is undoubtedly worthy of the word young master, he knows what is good and what is not good, and he understands what he wants, but Qigui doesn't care, or he doesn't dare to care, what else can a little servant ask for.

"Die. The Qinghai Sect elder rushed out of the soft sword on his waist, like a green snake rushing out, and dodged the oncoming short sword at a tricky angle, there was really no Pu Dao hand, let alone Pu Dao long, the soft sword pierced deeply into the shoulder of the little servant, and the dragon tongue sword edge was worthy of the opponent's elbow.

But this does not mean that it is useless, the soft sword bent suddenly, as if a pair of big hands held the two ends of the sword body and folded to the middle, popping out a full arc, but it was very painful, blood gushed down Qigui's shoulder, but it was enough for him to stab the dragon tongue in his hand through the opponent's chest, the Qinghai faction elder obviously didn't expect the other party to be so deadly, but he was not going to die like this in the hands of an open spirit monk, the dragon's tongue broke through his flesh and skin, and was isolated by a strong qi, his wrist trembled, the soft sword vibrated inexplicably, and the sword blade pierced into it a few points, and the spiritual power invaded it along the blade, disturbing the meridians and piercing the flesh and blood, like a nail firmly fixed on Qigui's shoulder blades.

Qigui choked the soft sword with one hand, and his strength increased, and the soft sword was easily rolled in the palm of his hand, when he was still in the realm of Qifan, he had been praised by Chen Maochuan, and his strength was invincible under the dust, and now he is also in the realm of enlightenment, and he has never fought with anyone, this elder of the Qinghai faction is really lucky, and his whole body can't stop being dragged forward by the soft sword, looking at each other like a monster, the big man before is just strong, and you are a thin and short guy with so much strength.

"Qinghai is surging, suppressed. ”

He let go of the soft sword, his body retreated, his hands quickly changed in front of his chest, and the magnificent qi machine surged into the sky like a river and a sea, and then poured on the top of Qigui's head, the coercion of Qinghai and the space where he was were squeezed out of layers of folds, Qigui's body suddenly stiffened, the boots under his feet could not withstand the sudden heavy pressure cracking, he was very heartbroken, a hundred times stronger than the pain from his body, blood gushed out of his nose, flowing into his mouth was very bitter, he wanted to pull out the soft sword on his shoulder, but the sword was nailed to his bones, some stubborn refused to scream, this is what the young master taught him, calling will not reduce the pain, on the contrary, it will only make you weaker。

The elders of the Qinghai faction couldn't believe that the other party could still move under his Qinghai churning, even if it was not as powerful as the Bodhisattva jade bottle in the Buddhist rumors, it was enough to break the bones of any spiritual monk and crush them to the day when he would never turn over, he saw the other party's back more and more straight, and his hands pressed down blatantly, and the spatial pressure suddenly doubled, but he still couldn't make Qigui's body pause for a moment, he took a step, a mouthful of blood for a step, Hu Xiancao and Xiao Xianzhi could only see Qigui's back, although they were thin, it made them extremely down-to-earth, maybe it was so that Qigui had to stand up as straight as possible。

"The young master said that a man should stand in front of a woman, so that no matter how painful his face is, the other party can't see it. ”

The other party slapped a palm on Qigui's chest, the whole chest suddenly sank half an inch, and the blood spurted out was pushed back by the strong wind of that palm and sprinkled all over his face, the little servant still stepped forward, he saw more and more people rushing towards them, obviously the elders of the Qinghai faction were more anxious than him, and slapped palm after palm on the opponent's thin body, but the other party walked towards him like crazy, his bare feet were stained with blood, and he stepped out one after another blood-colored footprints, but this time the fist of the elder of the Qinghai faction hit him in the face, but he stabbed the dragon tongue short dagger in his hand stubbornly at the moment when his head tilted, piercing the opponent's chest, but unfortunately he really couldn't use a sword, The elder of the Qinghai faction was stunned and angry, and he struck the sun at the two places of Qigui with both palms, and suddenly the seven orifices spurted blood, and he staggered to his knees, but his hand still strangled the dragon's tongue, and stabbed forward with the last trace of strength.

The knee wrapped in rich spiritual power suddenly went up, and at that moment Qigui had reached the limit, he fell on his back, and his eyes happened to see Xiao Xianzhi screaming in pain, but he couldn't stand up, one monk after another passed by him, and the Qinghai sect elder also knelt on the ground, and the red blood stains on his chest made him not qualified to move forward, and he could only watch those latecomers take the lead, he attributed all his grievances to this guy in front of him who should have died but had never died, and slowly pulled out the dragon's tongue on his chest, blood gushed out, and his expression was hideous.

Qigui didn't notice the blade aimed at him, and kept grabbing outward with both hands, trying to stop those who rushed towards the young master, but the only way to respond to him was a heavy foot that was better than once.

"You damn thing. The Qinghai faction elder with cold killing intent roared angrily, and a sword pierced Qigui's dantian, Qigui didn't know what spiritual power was more than Su Wen, but when that cold feeling entered the dantian, he knew that something was dissipating from his body, and he didn't have time to cry out of pain, and his hand and foot tendons had already been broken.

The last sword pointed at Qigui's throat, but the other party wanted to wait for a while, so that he could suffer for another moment, this moment was very short, and then he stabbed the short sword in his hand in a frenzy.

"Poof. ”

The dragon's tongue came out of his hand, and after being easily taken away, it circled around the neck of the Qinghai sect elder, and a head suddenly flew up, Fang Yunqi's eyes were cold, looking at Qigui who was blurred in flesh and blood, he was really angry.

"Young master, go and save the young master. Qigui's breath opened and closed the corners of his mouth faintly.

"You're stupid. Fang Yunqi scolded, but he was not very stupid at the moment, he had already left, but he came back again, and it was so unfortunate that he came back, sealing several acupoints of Qigui, he couldn't promise anything to the other party, because he couldn't do anything at all, he was seriously injured, but he still held his sword and got up, at the same time, there was a heavy sword swinging desperately in the crowd, and a long lance blocked the combined blow of the three Lichen Sect Masters.

"These juniors don't know how to respect their seniors at all, and they should be killed. ”

These words seemed out of place from the mouth of a young man who was no more than twenty years old, but as the strongest generation of Tianjiao, he had enough pride and enough anger.

The immortal breath that permeated the back shade mountain replaced the previous fog, making the entire mountain peak look cloudy and misty from afar, a wisp of breath peeled out of it and slowly poured into a low flat land, Liu Sanxiao sat cross-legged, there was a faint power of the formation floating under his body, sixteen bamboo sticks were arranged in a row, whenever a wisp of immortal breath was inhaled into Liu Sanxiao's body, there was a bamboo stick burned out like incense, two have been burned out, two meridians were born in his body, and a bulge like a bud was born at the end, and the breath gradually climbed, and in the fourth root, it was from the spirit to the dust。

When the bamboo sticks burned to the bottom of the eight, Liu Sanxiao slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of complexity, and the remaining eight bamboo sticks were broken in a flash, he stepped out of the battle, and all the gathered immortal aura collapsed, and finally fell short.

"Brother Su, the past kindness, Liu Sanxiao will pay it off today. ”

Liu Sanxiao's figure took off into the air and swept into the distance.

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Someone came from the Tao, but stopped before crossing the Li River, looked up at the luck that connected heaven and earth in the distance, bowed forward with both hands and said: "The disciple has seen the ancestor for more than half a year. ”

Sui Banyu lowered his eyebrows and smiled, holding his long beard, the first teacher Sui Banyu, half a language to get the way of heaven, more than half a year old in the next life, half a life is not confused, in fact, the Tao is not in order, not looking for morning and evening, it is all the way, "It's good to retreat." ”

There is no reason, let alone affection, but Yu Bansui did not hesitate, and bowed his hand again and said: "The disciple receives the order." ”

The Lord of the Path was returned to the Meditation in one word.

The Southern Tang Dynasty royal brother held the Jiuxi Zen staff, wearing a brocade robe, left Jiankang a year ago, burned incense in the temple on the road, worshiped the Buddha every time, met the tower sweeping the tower, from the Southern Tang Dynasty to the Northern Wei Dynasty, did a Dharma in front of the Yanshan Jingguan, three days ago he came to a small temple in the cold, there were only two monks in the temple, but did not preside, Buddhism originated in the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Southern Tang Dynasty monk had practiced in the Three Buddha Temple for a year, and finally overturned the Bodhisattva statue away from the mountain, he saw countless Buddha statues of all beings in this temple, happy in the shape, devout worship in front of the faceless Buddha in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace。

"Amitabha, the little monk is not practicing enough, so he will not disturb the mundane things. ”

The prestige of the Tianshan Sword Pond in the Southern Tang Dynasty has long overshadowed the dry sword mound, but it has not been able to correct the name of Ling Tiangong, especially in this generation of sword ponds, there is a sword idiot, all the way north, in Cangzhou to win a white surnamed swordsman half a sword, the heart is stunned, to find the master of the dry sword mound sword leader to fight for the orthodoxy of the sword, sitting outside the sword mound for half a year to no avail, that night he looked at Pingjing with a sword and frightened half of Kyoto, and went away with the sword.

The Northern Wei Dynasty was closer, and when he saw the changes in heaven and earth, even the dead corpses in the coffin opened their eyes, and the top five on the martial arts list were all people from the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the sixth was the old man Su Wen saw in the Dusi Mansion, and at this moment the other party was drinking tea with a woman.

"Old Ghost Song, you have to drink tea with me at this moment. The woman sneered.

"Not only to drink tea, but also to save you, you have waited for most of your life to easily take the tenth place in the world from your dead ghost father, and I can't bear to see you die. ”

Since ancient times, there have been few women on the Yuedan review, not to mention the top ten on the martial arts list, standing on the threshold has been better than countless men, the woman raised her eyebrows, and said softly: "Then why don't you stop that person." ”

Song Lao snorted coldly, and scolded with a strange temper: "That guy wants to sit under me every day, and he wants to talk to me every three or five days, my old bones can afford this toss, and it is best for him to die there to live in peace." ”

"Do you think that the third in the world will be willing to miss such an opportunity, maybe he can raise the peak of martial arts to an unprecedented height. The woman smiled, her eyebrows were full of intoxication, the third official Tianxiao in the world, but he sat extremely stable in the realm of Lichen, if he could really break through the limit of martial arts, he was afraid that even Mo Du would have to retreat.

"That's his business, old man, I'm too lazy to get involved, I just want to not have a bad day in my old age. Song Lao sighed lightly, there are always too many people in this world who are not satisfied and too persistent, such as the third in the world, all of whom are fools who want to act against the grain.

Dong Changping, who had a red nose in the wine shop, was drunk and hazy, looking at the white crane in the distance, his face was full of memories, and he couldn't help but sing lightly.

"There are three thousand immortals from the sky, the wine is the best, the sword is invincible, and the eight buckets are merry.

The world laughs at how crazy I am, the five-flowered horse, the daughter Qiu, and Huer will exchange for fine wine.

However, the hero is looking for sadness, finger playing the sword, dancing beautiful girls, and not pity the green shirt and red dress.

Long sigh, short sigh, Shu Road Thatched Hall, West Chu South Wall.

There is no Shu Immortal in the sky, and it is difficult to see Chu Niang in the world. ”