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This knife almost accurately calculated Su Qinian's retreat, and the angle and timing of the knife were all wonderful.

But no matter how deep it is hidden, how can it escape Su Qinian's divine body, the sword flashed, and without the slightest hindrance, Su Qinian was cut in half, but there was no trace of blood.

Not good!

The Nine Shadows Killer, who disguised himself as a soldier defending the city, was shocked, and then saw a ray of sword light, blazing like the sun, illuminating the darkness, expelling evil spirits, and bursting out with a strong vitality.

The true intent of this sword technique is too strong, this is the sixth sword of retirement, but in the eyes of these Nine Phantom Swordsmen, it is even stronger than the top sword technique that has comprehended the power of thirty percent.

Burst!

Blood splashed, a head flew up, and the Nine Shadows Swordsman who followed was furious, he walked with the swordsman, joined forces many times, all of them were second-rate inferior cultivators, but even if they were masters at the peak of the inferiority, few people could avoid their lore, but I didn't expect that today not only lost his hand, but also buried the life of the swordsman.

Without hesitation, the Nine Shadows Swordsman paused, and when he missed the blow, he retreated.

He is fast, Su Qinian is faster, "Town Dragon Pile" runs under his feet, his steps are moving, like a dragon walking a tiger, only one step, he appeared in front of the swordsman, "Death Knife" is blazing, the vacuum is twisted, and he is firmly locked.

The third knife of resignation is obtained from Ruyi Jun Tie, a knife faster than lightning.

Burst!

Another big head flew up, and blood spurted up three feet high, and many ordinary people passing by were shocked. Then he quickly covered his child's eyes.

Su Qinian put on a knife and gasped. Although it was only two knives, it was only a few breaths of killing. But his spiritual condensation, the operation of his divine body, the consumption is no less than a hard battle, and most importantly, his injuries have not yet healed.

Being rubbed by the palm wind of a first-class Mixed Yuan Realm master, it was not only as simple as being injured in the internal organs, but also a wisp of stubborn stone-like xenomorphic true qi, like a maggot on the tarsal bone. Gather at the wound and linger for a long time.

This alien true qi is not evil, although the true qi of resignation can be refined, but it is too slow, and it contains an extremely sharp origin power, which is the power of the golden line among the seven origins.

The true meaning of the Turtle and Snake Fist is in the process of transformation, and the ninth form of the Turtle and Snake Fist is completely different under the tempering of the true intention of the rest. Perhaps it can be called a furnace of rest, a furnace as brilliant as the sun, containing the mystery of the unloading force of Tai Chi and the Yin and Yang mill. The refining of that alien true qi was only slightly accelerated, and Su Qiannian estimated it. I'm afraid that in less than half a month, he doesn't want to return to the top.

Then. He couldn't help but think of a few rare miraculous skills in this world, such as the "Northern Stygian Kun Divine Technique" of the Vulture Palace. It is a rare supreme martial art in this world that dissolves and absorbs the true qi of different species, and it is even rumored that as long as the realm comprehension is enough, this "Northern Darkness Kun Divine Technique" can even create a first-class master of the Mixed Yuan Realm overnight.

As for why the Vulture Palace is only one of the top ten major sects of the Han Dynasty, Su Qiannian estimated that the price that needs to be paid for this is probably not something that ordinary people can imagine.

Soon, an adjutant stationed in the garrison came to Su Qinian, looking a little frightened, he was only from the seventh grade, he didn't expect that his soldiers were actually dropped, and even attacked and killed a dragon guard of the Dragon Guardian Villa under his nose, as long as this dragon guard went up, his armor would not be able to be saved.

With a wave of his hand, Su Qiannian just asked him to clean up the corpse, and went straight into the city, he was a little tired, even if he had already entered the realm of turtle breath, when the recovery of spiritual power was too frequent, there was also a kind of sleepiness from the depths of his soul.

When you arrive in this Ziyang City, it is not far from the capital Chang'an, at most hundreds of miles away, but Su Qiannian knows very well that these hundreds of miles are definitely not easier than stepping through the legendary eighteen layers of hell.

He didn't dare to fall asleep, just meditated and meditated, from dusk until the next morning, the sun rose from the depths of the earth.

When he opened his eyes again, Su Qinian's face was a little better, and he felt that the Jinxing True Qi on his shoulders had been refined a little more, and in the sea of dantian qi, the True Qi of Retirement was becoming more and more vigorous, and it was not far from penetrating the second and twelve canons.

For Su Qinian, this is also regarded as a kind of tempering, and when he refines all this wisp of heterogeneous true qi, I am afraid that at that time, his cultivation will usher in a big leap, and the purity of this wisp of heterogeneous true qi can be many times stronger than the original three Dakou descendants.

Of course, Su Qiannian can also use the hundreds of drops of vitality liquid he has accumulated, and he can still improve his cultivation in a short period of time, but he doesn't want to do that, from the day he stepped into Wudang Mountain to the present, it has not been a year since he was full of calculations, and he has crossed the ten layers of "Turtle and Snake Gong" that no one in this generation of Wudang can cross, and in one fell swoop, he has built a foundation and opened up the world, no matter how many Buddhist and Taoist classics he has read, how many sages and sages, and how many dangers he has experienced when he goes down the mountain, he lacks a minute of time accumulation.

This is like a sandalwood red sandalwood, from cutting down, and then soaking in a special process, drying, and then soaking, so cycled, in fact, it is still a red sandalwood in the end, but compared with the beginning, the wood is countless times more stable, not easy to dry and crack, more oily, and not easy to moth.

The same is true for martial arts, cultivation is one thing, accumulation is another, this is one of the gaps between people who practice martial arts in the same realm.

In the early morning, the air is very fresh, Su Qiannian pushed the door open, the morning of this Ziyang City seems to be particularly lively, many people who drink morning tea gather here early, hot buns, light yellow and soft steamed buns, baby fists big, thin skin as paper soup dumplings, and a pot of tea, the elderly, businessmen, women, children, full of market taste, fell into Su Qiannian's eyes, and full of memories.

It's been more than a year, and he remembers that he wasn't the only one sitting in a lively lobby like this, with a steaming white mist.

It turns out that this is a fairyland.

Su Qinian's heart was enlightened, and he walked downstairs into the mist overflowing with steamers.

After waiting for a while, he found a vacant seat, and under Xiao Er's greeting, he sat down, took out some of the porcelain bowls with the missing corners in his arms, and put them on the table, and ordered a bowl of fish noodle soup, a stack of blanched dried silk, a cage of soup-filled xiaolongbao, and a pot of freshly brewed jasmine tea.

The lobby of the inn was full of people, all kinds of voices were intertwined, Su Qinian smiled, and the long knife behind his back sounded faintly.

What a belated cut.

"Amitabha. ”

Su Qiannian raised his eyebrows, and saw a monk robe like ink in front of him.

The young monk looked very delicate, his eyes were deep, and the evil aura that Su Qinian had seen before was actually subdued, he walked in like an ordinary monk, and just sat down at Su Qinian's table under Xiao Erhu's suspicious gaze.

"Long time no see. ”

"I thought you were dead. Su Qinian said lightly.

"The donor is not dead, the little monk has not yet detached, how can he die. ”

The young evil Buddha disciple looked light, but compared to when Su Qiannian first saw him, he seemed to have some changes, this change was indescribable, the way was unknown, it seemed to be a little more popular.

Yes, it's popularity, Su Qiannian thinks so, but he is still evil, and he just knows how to restrain himself in front of ordinary people.

As for his cultivation, Su Qinian found that although his ascension was fast, the ascension of this evil Buddha disciple seemed to be faster, and he had not seen it for a while, he seemed to have jumped into the realm of third-rate Xiaocheng, and even more than that, he had already gone far on the road to third-rate Dacheng.

This kind of cultivation is nothing to an ordinary third-rate master, but if this evil Buddha disciple also penetrates a secret secret, he can't be underestimated, and in terms of cultivation alone, in addition to not awakening the origin, it is no less inferior than the second-rate Dragon and Tiger Realm master.

In fact, Su Qiannian couldn't figure it out, how could such an evil young monk get the inheritance of Yangzhou Daming Temple's "Descending the Third Ming King's Body", is he really a disciple of Daming Temple?

Moreover, Su Qinian has never heard of such a masculine and pure Buddhist martial arts as "The Body of the Ming King of the Third World" practiced so evilly.

"Don't you invite the little monk to take a bite?" the evil Buddha disciple said suddenly.

Su Qiannian stared at his pale and unfilthy face, until these evil Buddha disciples were a little annoyed, and said, "Look at what! Although I want to kill you, I haven't done it yet, you should feel lucky, invite me to eat, I will definitely be lighter." ”

He seemed to have the biggest truth in the world, but the corners of Su Qinian's mouth twitched slightly, and finally pushed a soup dumpling xiaolongbao on the table that he had only eaten in front of him, and said lightly: "You are so thick-skinned." ”

The disciple of the Evil Buddha, who was dressed in an ink-like monk's robe, sneered, grabbed a xiaolongbao, and it was not too hot, so he stuffed it into his mouth, and after he put down his stomach, he took a light breath of satisfaction before asking, "Can you eat it as a meal with thin skin?"

Su Qinian was indifferent, obviously unwilling to deal with him, seeing this, the young monk snorted lightly, and didn't care, so he buried his head.

It wasn't until after half the incense was burned that he raised his head again, ignoring Su Qinian's somewhat blackened face, at this time, except for the fish noodle soup that Su Qinian had moved, the cups and plates on the table were in a mess, and they were swept away.

It was only at this time that Su Qinian looked at him seriously and said, "Are you a monk?"

The young Evil Buddha disciple said coldly: "Although the Tao is different, I am also a disciple of the Buddha Sect. ”

So Su Qinian pointed to the table and sneered: "Except for the wine and meat monks who have no background, I have never seen Buddhist disciples eat meat, what about the precepts, what about the Qing rules, and being eaten by dogs?"

When the evil Buddha disciple heard this, his eyes froze, and his face turned slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not that you invited me to this breakfast, I'll send you on my way now." ”

Su Qinian was unmoved, and said lightly: "If you were sure, you wouldn't be sitting here now." ”

Hearing this, the young evil Buddha disciple's eyes became cold, and he stared at Su Qinian, until ten breaths later, before he took a deep breath and said: "The battle of words and tongues is meaningless, but since you insult me, you have to pay the price, in this way, the little monk still lacks a vessel to transform the fate, looking at your bowl seems to be good, even if you make amends to the little monk." ”

As the young monk spoke, he grabbed the corner of the table with one hand. (Genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass, Khan, how can we keep the top 100 this month.) (To be continued.) )