Hearing Luo Jianming speak so confidently, Qi Zunwu couldn't help but feel angry.
He secretly thought: Even if you get a great improvement in Qi Yu's martial arts, but you are so young, have an unstable foundation, and do not have deep accumulation, and you underestimate Qi so much, I will teach you a painful lesson today! I will destroy your Chixiao Sect in the future!
Qi Zunwu's arms were black in color when he was doing the exercises, and his fingers were as translucent as glaze reflecting light. This must be the origin of his nickname "Heart-picking Hand".
"Luo Jianming, you are just a junior, don't be too confident. Although I don't know what kind of adventures you have encountered, you were only on the list three years ago. If you encounter extraordinary achievements, it will only take three years to accumulate, so don't be arrogant!"
Luo Jianming's left hand was clasped behind his back, and his right hand held the sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground, with a calm and indifferent expression.
During the three years of hiding in the deep valley, he ate red fruits all day long. The red fruits are extremely rich in pure and true spiritual energy and can be easily absorbed by the human body.
Therefore, although he and Suyu only stayed together for three years, the results of their practice were no less than those of fifty years of hard work.
Qi Zunwu thought that Luo Jianming had accumulated more than ten years of internal strength, but in fact he had accumulated at least sixty years of internal strength, and all of it was pure and genuine.
Luo Jianming didn't say anything nonsense. He took a step forward, leaving an afterimage on the spot. His body was like a cloud of smoke, floating behind Qi Zunwu in an instant.
At that moment, the sword edge was cold and sharp, but it did not stir up the slightest breeze. It only carried the loneliness and isolation like snow, passing through Qi Zunwu's chest like a falling star falling into the lake.
At this moment, Qi Zunwu opened his eyes wide and struck forward with his palms, blasting a rockery ten feet away until it turned into powder and was blown away by the wind.
The force of its palm was so powerful that wherever it passed, the void was shattered. After a while, it was gradually restored by the nature of heaven and earth.
Although the power is huge, it is one step too late. The difference between one step and one step is the difference between life and death.
Qi Zunwu's body did not move, and he maintained a high-five gesture, with a look of horror on his face.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" This question seemed to be his last words.
Luo Jianming blew away a drop of blood stained on the tip of the sword. It came from the core of Qi Zunwu's heart.
Blood beads rolled to the ground and soaked into the blue bricks.
Luo Jianming then said slowly: "The sword intention has no name, I named it Kunlun Muxue."
Qi Zunwu was very surprised why he was called this name. He felt sharp pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw blood shooting out of his chest like an arrow.
The sword that pierced the chest had just exploded, and Qi Zunwu, the seventh strongest man on the Earth Ranking, fell to the ground with his eyes wide open in astonishment.
Luo Jianming returned the sword and sheathed it. The snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain was not lonely at first, but it must have become very lonely since parting with her.
All the major enemies were dead, and the Chixiao Sect escaped the disaster of annihilation. Everyone in the sect walked out with smiles on their face after surviving the disaster, and surrounded Luo Jianming.
When everyone was happy, his mother suddenly said: "By the way, where is Yao'er's child! Have any of you seen it?"
A disciple said: "I remember that when they came in, the senior sister and brother-in-law hid their children in the room!"
Everyone immediately rushed to the senior sister's room and saw a white-haired baby thrown to the floor without making any sound.
Everyone was horrified, and Luo Shangyang and his wife immediately rushed up and picked up the baby, "These beasts don't even let go of such a big child!"
Luo Jianming took the baby, checked its inner breath, and found that it was still breathing. He quickly said: "Senior Sister's child can still be saved!"
His father shook his head slightly, "It was not only a fall, but also a heavy blow. The energy remains in the body. I am afraid that once the rescue is carried out, the energy will explode and the child's internal organs..."
Everyone was filled with grief and anger, and some disciples rushed out, found the criminal's body, and whipped it severely to vent their anger.
Luo Jianming said: "I am a living swordsman, so I have a way to save him!"
As he spoke, he lifted the baby up with both hands, and a warm sword intent poured into the baby's body, like the scorching sun melting snow, and it actually melted away the energy in the baby's body without causing any resistance.
At the same time, this vitality of the sword is still nourishing the internal organs and meridians of the baby, and after four hours of treatment.
The white-haired baby finally slowly opened his eyes. Everyone thought that he would burst into tears when he couldn't see his parents.
Unexpectedly, the other party was so intently staring at Luo Jianming who was working hard, not moving at all.
Xu Yin, who was far away in Kunlun, was moved at this moment. He sensed the causal entanglement between Luo Jianming and his good corpse through Luo Jianming's causal line.
Then he closed his eyes and looked far away, and smiled slightly, "I didn't expect this good corpse to join that kid's home. It would be better this way!"
The elder sister's posthumous baby, a white-haired baby, was finally saved, but not completely. He was seriously injured at the age of more than one year old, and it is difficult not to leave sequelae.
After Luo Jianming finished his work, he sighed and said: "This child has excellent bones, but he suffered such a disaster and his lungs and veins were damaged. No matter how high his cultivation level is in the future, he will definitely be left with irreparable weaknesses. It's a pity."
Luo Shangyang and others were extremely pleasantly surprised. He said: "Jian Ming does not need to blame himself. If everyone in the sect comes back with a life today, even if they live one more day in the future, they will be earned. I am really lucky to have you."
"Yes! Senior brother, where have you been in the past three years?"
"We all thought that you were fighting with the Xuanyin people outside the territory and were killed by them. You have been fighting endlessly with the Xuanyin people for these years."
Luo Jianming's mood was complicated, and there were too many things that he couldn't tell his family directly.
It was an accident when he met Suyu, because he had killed all the people in the Xuanyin Sect, and Suyu came too late to support him. In a rage, the two fought against each other, and chased them into the Kunlun Mountains, which triggered all the events that followed.
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He was worried about how to explain it, when suddenly the loud cry of a baby girl rang out, it was his and Suyu's daughter.
Luo Jianming quickly took it and said awkwardly: "Mom, dad, maybe you can find cow's milk or goat's milk nearby?"
A junior brother said: "Brother, there are sheep in the village at the foot of the mountain. I will go and borrow a milk-producing ewe for you first. Otherwise, I will cook some rice porridge to feed my niece to fill her stomach temporarily."
Luo Shangyang said: "That's right. After a day and night of fierce fighting, everyone must be exhausted. Let's go down the mountain and stay in the village for one night, and then come back to clean up tomorrow."
At this time, Bi Qiushuang, Luo Jianming's childhood sweetheart, frowned and asked: "Senior brother, I remember you said earlier that this girl is your biological child? Then...then...where is the child's mother?"
Luo Jianming's mother also pressed, "Yes, Jianming, you haven't explained any of this to everyone! What's going on with this child? Aren't you engaged to Qiu Shuang?! How can you do such a dissolute thing!"
A disciple next to me advised: "Junior wife, junior sister, the child should have been adopted by senior brother. How could senior brother..."
Luo Jianming looked at Bi Qiushuang apologetically and said: "The child is indeed my biological child. She also has an older brother who was taken away by her mother. As for who the child's mother is, I'm sorry, father, mother, junior brother,
Junior sister, please forgive me for not being able to tell you now."
Tears hung from the corners of Bi Qiushuang's eyes, and she said anxiously: "Senior brother, it was you and another woman, so that's great. But the mother of the child just abandoned you and your daughter and took the boy away alone?"
Luo Shangyang also frowned and said: "Jian Ming, this is indeed outrageous. Could it be that that woman just wants to leave her father and keep her son? Who is she!"
Luo Jianming gave a wry smile and shook his head slowly but firmly.
Everyone couldn't find out, and there was nothing they could do.
With Luo Jianming's current strength, whether from the perspective of family ties or utilitarianism, if the Chixiao Sect wants to gain a firm foothold in the martial arts world in the future, it will inevitably have a powerful fighting force like his.
Since there is no point in pressing the question, everyone can only hold it down for the time being. It is just an extra child, so what does it mean?