Fu Qinghe glanced at them lightly, turned around, and continued to take care of the weeds in front of the grave, tapping his feet lightly.
The ground shook.
A stream of Qi energy broke through the ground, carving out a shallow trench like a plow.
Wherever it passed, the grass roots were shattered to pieces.
Fu Qinghe frowned.
He stamped his foot again.
The ground suddenly rose up, as if an earthworm was swimming rapidly underneath. Wherever it passed, the ground was plowed open, revealing the roots of grass roots.
Fu Qinghe was now satisfied.
He followed the law and stamped his left foot, and an earthworm swam in the soil. He stamped his right foot again, and another earthworm swam underground.
In the blink of an eye, the ground in front of the tomb was covered all over.
This wave of energy stopped in front of the tombstone, and the other side was in front of the two brothers, stopping in front of their feet.
The area around them has been plowed.
The two of them originally looked joking, gently swinging the branches, frivolous and casual, but now their faces were tense and their expressions were gloomy.
They felt the chill of this energy, and if it attacked them, they would not be able to stop it.
They always thought that with their great improvement in swordsmanship, they could stop Fu Qinghe, so they volunteered to lead the battle.
But when I really came into contact with Fu Qinghe and felt Fu Qinghe's energy, I realized that it was completely different.
Fu Qinghe is much stronger than he thought.
Fu Qinghe ignored them both, tapped his toes on the ground, slowly floated up, and unsheathed his sword in the air.
The light from the sword gurgled like a clear spring, pouring light and soundlessly onto the two pine trees.
Wait until the sword light disappears.
Two pine trees were pruned into neat shapes.
Every branch is neat and every pine needle is neat and neat.
Fu Qinghe nodded with satisfaction, then squatted down and opened the wooden box at his feet. Inside were some incense, yellow paper, and a jar of wine.
First, press the yellow paper, then take out a roll of yellow paper, some paper swords, paper trees and even some paper elixirs that he folded by hand, and watch them slowly burn.
He opened the wine jar without saying a word.
Immediately, the aroma slowly wafted out and lingered.
A few strands drifted into the noses of the two brothers.
They suddenly drooled like crazy and could only swallow hard.
They were originally greedy for wine and would not be happy without wine, but when they smelled this good wine, they couldn't help it.
This is a good wine that Fu Qinghe got from the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple.
The wines in the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple are all fine wines obtained by several princes or princes through all their efforts. Ordinary people have no chance to taste the fine wines.
The two brothers had tasted this fine wine.
Just because I have tasted it, I can't help but drool when I smell the aroma.
"Woo——!" The tall young man waved the branch, whimpered, and snorted: "Master Fu, you shouldn't have come back."
Fu Qinghe still turned his back to them, neither looking nor paying attention. He just slowly poured the wine from the jar onto the burning yellow paper.
As soon as the wine was poured onto the fire, the flames suddenly rose and spread, and suddenly became bright.
The sudden firelight illuminated his cold face and cold eyes.
The short young man also waved the branch fiercely and said jokingly: "You shouldn't come back!"
Fu Qinghe ignored him.
The tall young man sighed: "When you came back, we were all in a dilemma. Did you betray our Tianhai Sword Sect, or did you not?"
Fu Qinghe didn't say a word, just poured the wine slowly.
The short young man felt that he was wasting his resources, so he wanted to step forward and snatch away the wine jar so that he could have a few sips before the water was finished.
Seeing that Fu Qinghe ignored his elder brother, he was angered by his arrogance and said in a deep voice: "Of course he rebelled!"
Fu Qinghe suddenly turned to look at him, his eyes slightly condensed.
His eyes were like two long swords piercing him.
The short young man felt his eyes brighten up, and two swords stabbed at him instantly with the cold air.
He screamed and hurriedly backed away.
Unfortunately, his gaze had been broken by Fu Qinghe, and even if he dodged, he still could not avoid this sword attack.
"Ah!" the short young man screamed, covering his eyes and shouting: "I'm blind! I'm blind!"
"Second brother!" The tall young man hurriedly stepped forward and held him down, staring at Fu Qinghe angrily.
All that can be seen is the back of Fu Qinghe's head.
Fu Qinghe had turned around and was still pouring the wine slowly.
The short young man kept screaming "I'm blind" with such a loud voice that the tall young man ignored Fu Qinghe and hurriedly pulled his hand away and looked into his eyes.
There was nothing strange about his eyes.
He punched hard into the right eye.
The short young man quickly leaned back to dodge, and then realized that he was not blind, but that he had made a mistake.
The tall young man gave him a cold look.
The short young man gritted his teeth and turned to glare at Fu Qinghe: "Fu, you are so despicable, you actually attacked and plotted secretly!"
Fu Qinghe turned his back to them and said coldly: "If I attack you secretly, you two will already be dead."
"Ha, what a loud tone!" The tall young man shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Fu, we are no longer what we used to be."
Fu Qinghe said: "How could I ever be the same person as before?"
"Senior Brother Fu, you shouldn't have come back today." The tall young man said solemnly: "We were ordered to abolish your martial arts."
"It's just you?" Fu Qinghe's lips curled up.
This smile was filled with inexplicable ridicule, revealing disappointment in people's hearts.
Under the angry glares of the two brothers, he finally poured out the entire jar of wine.
"Bang!" The wine jar was thrown aside and turned into pieces.
Fu Qinghe slowly turned around and looked at the two of them. His disdainful eyes slowly turned away and turned towards the woods. He said coldly: "Since we are here, why hide your head and show your tail? Come out!"
Twelve young people and six middle-aged men slowly walked out of the woods.
Twelve young men are at the master level.
Six middle-aged men are great masters.
A handsome middle-aged man looked at him with a complicated expression and sighed: "Qinghe, you have been too stubborn since you were a child. Why do you come back at this time and embarrass everyone?"
"Uncle Lu." Fu Qinghe said calmly: "You want to take action against me too?"
"There is nothing we can do about it." Lu Jingxiu sighed: "The leader has issued an order. Your cultivation must be abolished. This will prevent you from complicit. This can be regarded as a blow to Monk Fakong."
"Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Fu Qinghe said.
"Regardless of whether it's ridiculous or not, in short, it's serious to find ways to weaken Monk Fakong." Lu Jingxiu said: "As his attendant, of course I can't make it easy for you."
"Yeah." Fu Qinghe nodded and had no intention of talking anymore.
He looked at the others and said slowly: "Why talk nonsense, just do it if you want to do it. You don't need to use my martial arts. Just kill me. I am the same. When I draw the sword, I will go all out. There is no eye under the sword."
I might kill you."
Lu Jingxiu said: "Qinghe, no matter how much you cut love with your love-cutting sword, you can't kill us, right?"
What they want to do is not to kill him, but to destroy his martial arts.
No matter what, Fu Qinghe did not surrender to Fa Kong on his own initiative, but served the Tianhai Sword Sect and competed with Fa Kong, losing himself to Fa Kong.
So killing Fu Qinghe would be too chilling.
But they just deposed him, but he wanted to kill them. This was heartbreaking and he was very dissatisfied.
Fu Qinghe said indifferently: "Once the sword is unsheathed, it is not up to me whether to kill or not."
Everyone was awestruck.
Of course they know Fu Qinghe's rules and behavior. Once the sword is drawn, they will go all out and fight until death.
There were almost no survivors under his sword.
If you deal with yourself like this, I'm afraid...
"Qinghe, you are no match for us." Lu Jingxiu thought about their sword formation and had a certain thought.
The six-man sword formation has now been expanded to twelve people. Adding six of his own, it becomes the Great Mote Sword Formation with one master and two assistants and eighteen people.
The Great Dust Sword Formation was just developed not long ago, and its power is astonishing.
Not to mention Fu Qinghe, even if Fakong came in person, he wouldn't be able to please him.
"Let's do it." Fu Qinghe said coldly.
He is already impatient.
"Do it!" Lu Jingxiu shouted.
Eighteen people flew swiftly and surrounded Fu Qinghe, one layer inside and one outside, intertwined with each other, like two gears running.
Then the sword light filled the sky like lightning, like thunder and lightning.
Fu Qinghe drew his sword, and the violent force was like a mountain torrent.
"Ding ding ding ding..." All eighteen long swords intersected with Fu Qinghe's sword and were almost swept away by the huge force on his sword.
But eighteen people are in the sword formation, and each other's power is integrated.
As soon as they let go of the long sword in their hands, once the force on their arms was overloaded, a strange force immediately entered the arm to help stabilize it. Not only did the long sword not fall out of their hands, it was also held firmly. The sword light was brighter and the sword skills were faster.
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Fu Qinghe was struck by a sword on his shoulder and back, and blood instantly gushed out, staining his clothes red.
The power of the large mote sword array formed by eighteen people far exceeded Fu Qinghe's imagination, and also exceeded their own imagination.
They originally thought they could barely suppress Fu Qinghe, but now they found that they could suppress Fu Qinghe firmly.
Although Fu Qinghe was at a disadvantage and was injured, his eyes were still cold and unremarkable, his movements were still as fast, and his sword skills were still astonishing.
He has now entered the Holding Qi realm, which is one level higher than the six great masters.
If it weren't for the tacit cooperation of the eighteen people, complementing each other, interweaving and changing the inner layer and the outer layer, dispersing the power on his sword into eighteen people to bear it together, he would have broken the sword formation long ago.
"Chichi!" Everyone's eyes lit up, realizing that Fu Qinghe was nothing more than that, and took the opportunity to stab him twice.
One sword is at the waist and the other is at the shoulder.
But what puzzled them was that even though they stabbed his right shoulder twice, they still did not affect his sword speed and finesse.
The wound closed quickly, and after a sudden burst of blood, it stopped flowing out.
Fu Qinghe suddenly reached out and took out a string of Buddhist beads from his chest and held it in his hand.
"Hey, this is Fa Kong's Buddhist beads. As expected, Senior Brother Fu has completely become Fa Kong's attendant. His heart is no longer with our Tianhai Sword Sect. He has completely rebelled. Master Lu, why not just kill him!"
When the two brothers standing on the sidelines saw this, the tall young man said loudly.
Lu Jingxiu remained silent.
With the Buddhist beads in hand, Fu Qinghe's eyes suddenly turned cold and his sword speed doubled.
Everyone was in a hurry and some were injured.
The Pure Heart Curse allows Fu Qinghe to enter a more mysterious state of ruthlessness, which is deeper than the usual ruthless state of mind. Once the sword intention is condensed, the power of the sword technique is greatly increased, and the disadvantage is reversed in an instant.
"Stop holding back!" Lu Jingxiu said solemnly.
The Great Dust Sword Array was operating at high speed again, but Fu Qinghe was evenly matched and was no longer injured.