In a trance, the night seemed to be dyed red. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's the color of blood! It's a pity that the smell of blood is missing!

Qin Shuhuai squeezed Qiu Dali's neck tightly, and said in his mouth as if he was stunned, "Sword, where is my sword?"

On Qiu Dali's thick arm, the muscles bulged out terrifyingly, and he tried to break Qin Shuhuai's hand with all his strength, but he was shocked to find that the other party's hand didn't move at all!

"Stink...... Wake up, boy!"

Qiu Dali saw that he couldn't break Qin Shuhuai's hand, so he had to round his arm and slap Qin Shuhuai fiercely.

Qin Shuhuai suddenly shook his spirit, and finally saw clearly that the person in front of him was Qiu Dali.

But at the same time, a huge anger surged in the blood, quickly spreading throughout the body, and there seemed to be a ghost calling to him in the depths of his soul: kill him!

Qin Shuhuai knew that his sanity was fleeting, so he took advantage of the sobriety of these few seconds to push Qiu Dali away, and then with a roar of force under his feet, he jumped out of the courtyard wall, and after a terrible long roar in the air, he quickly disappeared into the night.

Qiu Dali covered his neck and coughed violently, seeing Qin Shuhuai running away, he couldn't care about the discomfort anymore, kicked his foot down the ground fiercely, and chased him out.

The dormitory of the ordinary gang members of Qinglong Hall was a little far away from here, and after hearing the movement, they all rushed over one after another, but when they saw that the courtyard was empty, they all immediately looked at each other.

Qin Shuhuai jumped and ran like a ghost in the dark night, the wind was whistling past his ears, his long hair was crackling in the wind, his eyes were full of red and black, and he couldn't distinguish between southeast and northwest.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly he smelled a fishy smell.

It's blood! It's the smell of blood! I've smelled it on an official road somewhere, on a mountainside, and even on a wharf!

Under the moon, the jungle.

There were three or four corpses lying on the ground.

More than a dozen men in green clothes gathered around a short, stocky, bald man. The bald man was about fifty years old, with drooping ears and a big belly, but he was smiling and groaning in the face of the siege of everyone.

A middle-aged man led by the man in Tsing Yi stood upside down with his sword eyebrows upside down, and said angrily, "No two scattered people, you can't run away today! Acquaintances hurry up and hand over my little junior brother! Otherwise, let's settle the new accounts and old accounts together today!"

The short and fat man known as the "Fujisanren" smiled, "My Sun and Moon Sect is to recruit sixty boys and girls every ten years, but that is just to let the baby teach to sacrifice the Sun and Moon on my behalf, not to kill them. And those are the children of believers in the church, and there is no need to take people from outside, how many times do you need me to believe it?"

The sword-eyed man said, "What kind of sacrifice? It's obviously to let your sect master practice heaven and earth skills, that's why you are searching for boys everywhere in various sects and sects! Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't know, the exercises in the Three Treasures Secret Scroll are in the hands of your Demon Sect? The heaven and earth skills recorded in the exercise scrolls are demonic skills, and they need the pure yang blood of all nine hundred and ninety-nine virgins to be practiced, and this is the purpose of your abduction of boys, am I wrong?"

Fujisanren shook his head and said, "Hehe, you're such a mushy." If my Sun Moon Sect really wants to arrest virgins, let alone nine hundred and ninety-nine, why is it difficult to have nine thousand nine hundred? Why do you have to keep an eye on the virgins of the various sects in the martial arts?"

The sword-eyed man sneered, "The boy who has practiced martial arts is more masculine, and his pure yang blood has a greater effect, especially those who already have true qi in the body, which is even more rare for you, so you are staring at the boy in the martial arts sect, don't think that others don't know!"

Another man in Tsing Yi also interjected, "That's right, your Demon Sect has repeatedly set off bloody storms in recent years, and I don't know what kind of big conspiracy it is engaged in! Last year, the Golden Dao Gate, a subordinate gang of my Qingcheng faction, was destroyed by you yet, and this time you dared to rob our little junior brother, do you really think that my Qingcheng faction is easy to bully?"

Fujisanren smiled helplessly, "It seems that only the three factions of Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei in today's martial arts are quite sober." It is really ridiculous that the dignified Qingcheng faction would believe such nonsense. Haha, ridiculous!"

The sword-eyed man was furious and said to everyone, "All the disciples listen to the order, immediately kill this thief and avenge the little junior brother!"

When everyone heard this, they drew their long swords and rushed forward.

Fujisanren smiled, "Come on, come too!"

In his smile, there was a faint hint of killing intent.

He didn't have a weapon in his hand, but in the face of more than a dozen disciples of the Qingcheng Sect who were wielding swords, he didn't fall behind at all. The fat body is not slow, but flexible, shuttling between people like a dragon crossing a river. The hands sometimes become fists, sometimes palms, sometimes claws, each move is mixed with a strong wind, and the extraordinary internal force is undoubtedly revealed.

However, among the dozen or so men in Tsing Yi, there are also two or three who are good players. Especially the man with the sword eyebrows, the long sword was cold in his hand, the sword was strong and fast, and the conversion between pointing, turning, picking, and slashing was extremely skillful.

Not two scattered people's hearts, the Qingcheng faction's Songfeng swordsmanship is not in vain, but fortunately, this person is only about the fourth level of cultivation in the Xuantong Realm, if it is the same cultivation as himself, it is really not certain who loses and who wins in a fight.

However, Rao is internal strength cultivation is higher than these dozen people, but he is empty-handed, and he is a little powerless to deal with more than a dozen swords.

A smile appeared on his face again, and he read again, "Haha, come and come." ”

After that, he had to pull out his weapon from his waist.

But at this moment, there was a thunderous shout in the sky.

"Come on!"

The two people were stunned.

Huh, who's learning me to speak?

Then, in a flash, I saw a man with a disheveled hair and a mad man suddenly descending from the sky.

Everyone was stunned.

Qin Shuhuai's eyes swept everyone scarlet, his eyes were cold as ice but full of fanaticism, and his face distorted by extreme pain was extremely hideous, and he really looked like a demon in the bleak moonlight.

Everyone was shocked, and even the people were slightly stunned.

Suddenly, Qin Shuhuai's gaze stopped on a Qingcheng disciple with a bloody face.

Blood! and the smell of blood!

An afterimage swept by, silently, like a ghost.

"Bang"!

The Qingcheng disciple immediately flew out, spat out a large mouthful of blood in the air, and fell to the ground without movement.

Blood is not enough!

At this moment, a long sword suddenly came.

Qin Shuhuai moved lightly under his feet, and while avoiding the long sword, he silently appeared on the right side of the opponent, and punched his left rib like a gale, and the man flew out again, also spitting blood.

The long sword in his right hand fell off, and Qin Shuhuai reached out and gently took it.

Where there is a sword, there will be more blood!

The corners of the eyes twitched, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, this person actually used the Shaolin Long Fist? Isn't it from the Shaolin faction? Why is he so crazy?

And the speed of his body method is far beyond his own! Although his body is bulky, his cultivation has also reached the first level of the Xuantong realm, and he is definitely not faster than himself in terms of body method!

What is even more frightening is that this person is only sixteen or seventeen years old! At this age, how can he cultivate such a cultivation?

Is the Shaolin faction an immortal talent again? It is really the world's kung fu out of Shaolin, and it deserves to be the first faction in martial arts!

But Shaolin and the Demon Sect have always been incompatible, so why would this young man help him?

(Sorry, it's late.) Today can only be one more chapter, the old rules, tomorrow three more, rain or shine. ）