That palm is white and slender.

It held the man's chin, causing the man to bite half of his tongue, tilt his head and fly back, and die on the spot.

Seeing this palm passing by his face, Su Wenxiu's face turned pale.

Qin Xianyu stood behind her and withdrew his palm.

"I only sensed murderous aura before, but before I was prepared, I was pierced by one side of the carriage and stabbed me, pushing me and knocking through the side wall of the carriage." Qin Xianyu gritted his teeth secretly, and said to himself: "If it weren't for the golden paper that really solved the sword Taoism, I would have died."

The crossbow arrow came quickly and quickly, and Qin Xianyu could hardly react, nor did he give him a chance to use his means. He only saw one side of the carriage breaking and was immediately shot.

How powerful would this arrow have to penetrate the carriage and push him to break through the side wall of the carriage?

Fortunately, he put the golden paper that recorded the true interpretation of the sword Tao in his arms and blocked the arrow. Otherwise, even if he cultivated his true energy, he would have to be penetrated by the arrow. Qin Xianyu thought to himself, if he was really taken by an arrow, let alone penetrate his internal organs, he would have died thoroughly.

Although it is not dead, the crossbow arrow is too fast and the momentum is too strong.

Qin Xianyu's sternum was broken, his back broke into the carriage, and he was also injured. At this time, he was only able to relieve the pain and suppress the injury by relying on his true energy. Although the injury was suppressed, the murderous intent and chill in his heart were filled with his heart and could not be suppressed.

He walked a few steps and picked up a long sword on the ground.

Just as he raised his head, a bandit came near him and stabbed Qin Xianyu on the forehead with a spear.

call out!

Su Wenxiu saw that the little Taoist priest who was supposed to be "deathed violently" but resurrected himself, swinged a sword, and then the spear broke into two pieces.

The little Taoist priest waved another sword, and there was a wound on the bandit's face, passing through the skull.

Although he killed another person, the young Taoist priest was only cold and indifferent, and he was not moved much. Su Wenxiu couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Qin Xianyu took a deep breath and looked at the woman before.

This woman is about twenty years old, with a beautiful appearance, and a little bookish atmosphere, which makes her look quite quiet. But in this scene, she still feels frightened and pity.

Qin Xianyu looked cold and said, "I don't care why they came to rob Tao, but Xiaodao Master has decided on this matter!"

The feeling of almost dying before was still lingering on the side and still lasted for a long time.

He gritted his teeth and said to himself, "Young Master Xiaodao has decided."

...

clang!

Ye Qing took three steps back, and his throat swelled and almost bleeding.

He has internal strength and cultivation, which is as high as an inch.

The other party is probably the same, and it is even worse than him.

However, when Mr. Liu was injured by a crossbow arrow, he was shocked and turned to look at him. He saw that the lady was captured. He was frightened and naturally distracted. After two swords, the opponent flipped the long sword and hit the shoulder with the handle.

After being injured, he was naturally weak, and was worried and distracted, so he was at a disadvantage.

Ye Qing kept his mind tightly and dared not be distracted anymore, but he could only barely support him.

The man in black came again with a knife.

Ye Qing held a knife to resist.

But the man in black only made a false move, but a kick.

Ye Qing was prepared for his legs and feet to resist.

But this kick is still a false move.

The real move is the left palm of the man in black.

This palm slapped Ye Qing's shoulder blade and knocked him to the ground.

Then a knife went down.

"It's over." This thought flashed through Ye Qing's mind.

Blood splattered on Ye Qing's face.

But this is not Ye Qing's blood.

Ye Qing opened his eyes and saw the man in black holding a steel knife standing still and falling backwards.

There was a deep crack on the face of the man in black, which was scratched from the left ear to the right ear, and blood sprayed, causing the person to be unrecognizable and his chest and abdomen were dyed red.

A master of internal strength died so easily?

Ye Qing felt like he was in a dream, unable to believe that he was already lying on the ground, but he tried his best to raise his eyes and look up.

I saw a pretty face appearing in front of me.

The wind blew his sleeves and floated in front of him. It was a corner of Taoist robe.

This is a young Taoist priest with a pretty face.

The young Taoist priest looked down at Ye Qing, and said in a cold tone, "Your people are going to die."

It was this sentence that made Ye Qing tremble suddenly, and the carp thrust, and he turned over and jumped up, regardless of the shock, and even more so, he didn't even bother to think about why this little Taoist priest who had already died could still be resurrected. Seeing the critical situation in front of him, he jumped up suddenly, rushed into the field with a steel knife, and slashed everywhere.

The leader of this group of people has been killed by the young man dressed in Taoist priest with one sword. Among the remaining bandits, there are no masters of internal strength. Although the number of people on the other side and four or five people carrying blood, there is an unstoppable momentum when Ye Qing wields the steel knife.

When Ye Qing broke into the crowd with a knife, with his internal strength, every sword and gesture was powerful, and ordinary martial arts practitioners were naturally unable to resist.

In the crowd, let him rush, and wherever he passes, blood scatters and falls.

The battle situation was settled, and Qin Xianyu ignored it. He closed his eyes slightly and secretly circulated his true energy.

"My true qi cultivation is already seven inches and five points high. After many days of cultivation, although I have not reached the limit of seven inches and six points, it is still one line higher than before." Qin Xianyu thought to himself: "The true qi was originally gentle, good at maintaining health and prolonging life, while internal strength was hurting the body, but it was extremely powerful. Cultivation at the same level was stronger. However, my sword technique can be called a secret sword, which adds a lot of power out of thin air. With one sword, it is even better than an internal strength master with equal cultivation."

"A true qi cultivation of more than seven inches and five minutes is the best for the masters of eight inches of internal strength."

"The cicada wing step is elusive and has a very fast body movement, and can deal with people. Although it does not change the sword moves, I am better than the master of internal strength with my body movement."

Qin Xianyu looked at the dead body on the ground and said secretly: "I used the magical asynchronous method of cicada wings to approach him. Before he could react, he was killed by me with one sword, and even the ability of an expert in internal strength was not even enough to use. Besides, this man only has one inch of internal strength. Even if he uses all his means, how can he be worth my secret sword?"

This person's death is quite bad. Qin Xianyu only looked at it a few times, frowned secretly, and turned his eyes away.

At this time, the overall situation in the field will be decided.

A master of internal strength has great power in every move, which is far better than ordinary martial arts practitioners. With Ye Qing, an expert of internal strength, he can turn the situation around.

Although the number of the other party was nearly doubled, Ye Qing killed all five people who transported qi and blood on the other party, and his morale was greatly boosted, and he turned to kill the other enemies. The three masters who transported qi and blood on the Prime Minister's Mansion lost one person, and the remaining two were also brave. The steel sword slashed the way, and the bandits who had not yet been able to transport qi and blood fell to the ground one after another.

Qin Xianyu nodded slightly, and his expression on his face calmed down a little.

Suddenly, the young Taoist priest's expression changed suddenly.

A murderous aura appeared and disappeared.

A long whisper rang out in the air.

A crossbow arrow suddenly arrived with the sound of long chanting, coming to his eyes, heading straight towards his chest and abdomen.

Qin Xianyu's pupils shrank and his eyes were fixed.

Everything in the world slows down.

The crossbow arrow was already very slow.

ps: I beg for collection...
Chapter completed!