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This sword almost predicted Su Qinian's retreat, and the angle and timing of the sword strike were extremely wonderful.
However, no matter how deeply he was hidden, how could he escape from Su Qinian's spiritual body? The sword flashed past and cut Su Qinian in half without any hindrance, but there was no trace of blood.
not good!
The one who took action, Jiuyou Killer, disguised as a city guard, was shocked. Then he saw a ray of sword light, as bright as the sun, illuminating the darkness, driving away evil spirits, and bursting out with a strong vitality.
The true meaning of this sword technique is too strong, it is the sixth sword of Xiu Ming, but in the eyes of this Jiuyou swordsman, it is simply more powerful than the top sword technique that has comprehended 30% of the power.
puff!
Blood splashed and a head flew up. The Jiuyou Swordsman who followed was filled with shock and anger. He and the swordsman walked together and joined forces many times. They were both of second-rate and low-level cultivation, but even if they were at the top of the low-level
There are very few masters who can avoid their decisive blow. Unexpectedly, not only did they lose their hand today, but they also lost the life of the swordsman.
Without any hesitation, Jiuyou Swordsman stopped and retreated as soon as he missed his blow.
He was fast, and Su Qinian was even faster. The "Dragon Suppressing Stake" was moving under his feet. He moved like a dragon walking like a tiger. With just one step, he appeared in front of the swordsman. The "Life-breaking Knife" was blazing.
The vacuum twisted and locked him firmly.
The third sword of Xiu Ming was obtained from Ruyi Jun Iron, a sword faster than lightning.
puff!
Another big head flew up, and blood sprayed three feet high. Many civilians passing by were shocked and quickly covered their children's eyes.
Su Qinian leaned on the knife and gasped for breath. Although it was only two swords, it was only a few breaths of killing, but his spirit was concentrated and his spiritual body was running. The consumption was no less than a hard battle. The most important thing is that his
The injury is not healed yet.
Being struck by the wind from the palm of a first-class Hunyuan Realm master, not only the internal organs are injured by the shock, but also a wisp of stubborn alien energy, like tarsal maggots, gathers at the wound and lingers for a long time.
This alien type of Qi is not evil. Although the Life-Ending Qi can be refined, it is too slow. It contains an extremely sharp source of power, which is the power of gold among the seven sources.
The true meaning of Turtle Snake Fist is in the process of transformation. Now the ninth form of Turtle Snake Fist, tempered by the true meaning of life-saving, is completely different. It may be called the life-breaking furnace. A furnace as bright as the sun contains the Tai Chi Circle.
Turning around, the mystery of the yin and yang mill's unloading and transformation of power, and the refining of the alien energy, were only slightly accelerated. Su Qinian estimated that he would not be able to return to the peak in less than half a month.
At this time, he couldn't help but think of a few rare martial arts in this world, such as the "Bei Mingkun Divine Art" of Lingjiu Palace, which is a rare martial arts in this world that can dissolve and absorb alien energy. There are even rumors
, as long as the realm is understood enough, this "Bei Mingkun Divine Art" can even create a first-class Hunyuan realm master overnight.
As for why the Lingjiu Palace is now only one of the top ten sects of the Han Dynasty, Su Qinian estimates that the price that needs to be paid is probably beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Soon, a deputy lieutenant from the garrison came to Su Qinian, looking a little panicked. He was only from the seventh rank, but he didn't expect that his soldiers were actually betrayed, and one of them was even attacked and killed under his nose.
As long as the dragon guard of the Dragon Guard Villa is reported, his armor will not be saved.
Waving his hand, Su Qinian just asked him to clean up the remains and went straight into the city. He was a little tired. Even if he had entered the realm of turtle breath, when his mental power was restored too frequently, there was a feeling that originated from the depths of his soul.
The sleepiness everywhere.
When we arrived at Ziyang City, it was not far from the capital city of Chang'an, at most a few hundred miles away. However, Su Qinian knew very well that these hundreds of miles were definitely not as easy as walking through the legendary eighteen levels of hell.
Looking for an inn at random, Su Qinian asked for an upper room. He did not dare to fall asleep, but just 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 looked a little better, and he felt that the Jin Xing Qi on his shoulders had been refined a little more. In the Dantian Qi sea, the Xiu Ming Qi became thicker and thicker, and he was close to penetrating the second twelve main meridians.
, not far away.
For Su Qinian, this is also regarded as a kind of training. When he refines this ray of alien true energy, I am afraid that his cultivation level will usher in a big leap by then. This ray of alien true energy will
Pure, it is many times more pure and powerful than the three original descendants of the great bandits.
Of course, Su Qinian could also use the hundreds of drops of vitality liquid he had saved to improve his cultivation level considerably in a short period of time, but he didn't want to do that. From the day he stepped into Wudang Mountain to the present, he had made every effort.
In less than a year, he has crossed the ten levels of the "Turtle and Snake Technique" that no one in this generation of Wudang has been able to cross, laying the foundation in one fell swoop and creating the world.
How dangerous it is, but it lacks the accumulation of time.
This is like a piece of sandalwood and red sandalwood. It is cut down, then soaked with a special process, dried in the shade, and soaked again. This cycle is like this. In fact, it is still a piece of rosewood in the end, but compared to the beginning, the wood properties are more stable.
Countless times, it is less likely to dry out, more oily, and less prone to borers.
The same is true for martial arts training. The level of cultivation is one thing, and accumulation is another. This is one of the differences between people who practice martial arts at the same level.
In the early morning, the air was very fresh. Su Qinian opened the door. The morning in Ziyang City seemed to be particularly lively. Many people drinking morning tea gathered here early. Hot steamed buns, light yellow and soft steamed buns, baby fists
Big, paper-thin soup dumplings, and a pot of tea, filled with old people, businessmen, women, children, full of market smells, fell into Su Qinian's eyes, and they were filled with memories.
It had been more than a year, and he remembered that he was not the only one sitting in such a lively lobby, surrounded by steaming white mist.
It turns out that this is paradise.
Su Qinian had a clear understanding in his heart. He walked downstairs and walked into the mist overflowing from the steamer.
After waiting for a while, he found an empty seat. At the waiter's greeting, he sat down, took out some porcelain bowls with missing corners in his arms and put them on the table, and ordered another bowl of fish soup noodles.
A stack of dried shredded silk, a cage of soup dumplings, and a pot of freshly brewed jasmine tea.
The lobby of the inn was filled with people, and various voices intertwined. Su Qinian smiled, and the long knife behind his back made an indiscernible sound.
What a late blow.
"Amitabha."
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows and saw a monk's robe in front of him.
The young monk looked very delicate, with deep eyes. The evil spirit that Su Qinian had seen before had completely subsided. He walked in like an ordinary monk, and sat down at Su Qinian's table under the suspicious eyes of the waiter.
.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"I thought you were dead." Su Qinian said calmly.
"The donor is not dead, and the young monk is not detached yet, how could he die?"
The young Evil Buddha disciple looked calm and calm, but compared to when Su Qinian first saw him, he seemed to have undergone some changes. The reason for this change was unclear. He seemed to be a little more popular.
Yes, it's just popularity, Su Qinian thought, but he is still evil, he just knows how to restrain himself in front of ordinary people.
As for his cultivation level, Su Qinian found that although he improved quickly, the disciple of the evil Buddha seemed to improve even faster. In the past few months, he seemed to have stepped into the realm of third-rate minor achievements, and even
Not only that, but I have already gone a long way on the road to third-rate success.
This kind of cultivation is nothing compared to ordinary third-rate masters, but if this disciple of the evil Buddha has also penetrated the dark aperture, it cannot be underestimated. In terms of cultivation alone, except for the fact that he has not awakened the original source, he is no better than the second-rate.
The dragon and tiger realm masters are not inferior at all.
In fact, Su Qinian couldn't figure out how such a sinister young monk could obtain the inheritance of "The Body of the Third Ming King" from Daming Temple in Yangzhou. Could he really be a disciple of Daming Temple?
Moreover, Su Qinian had never heard of someone who could train such a pure and upright Buddhist martial art as "The Body of the Third Ming King" to be so sinister.
"Why don't you invite the young monk to have a bite?" the disciple of the Evil Buddha suddenly said.
Su Qinian stared at his fair-looking face without any dirt, until these evil Buddha disciples became a little angry and said: "What are you looking at! Although I want to kill you, I haven't done it yet. You should feel lucky.
If you treat me to a meal, I will be gentler."
He seemed to have the most truth in the world, but he heard the corner of Su Qinian's mouth twitching slightly. Finally, he pushed a basket of soup dumplings on the table in front of him and said calmly: "You are so shameless."
thick."
The Evil Buddha disciple wearing a monk-like robe sneered, grabbed a small steamed bun, and it was not too hot, so he stuffed it into his mouth. After eating it, he took a light breath of satisfaction, and then asked: "How can you be so thin-skinned?"
Do you want to eat?"
Su Qinian was indifferent, obviously unwilling to pay attention to him. Seeing this, the young monk snorted lightly and lowered his head without caring.
It was not until half a stick of incense was burned that he raised his head again, ignoring Su Qinian's somewhat darkened face. At this time, except for the fish soup noodles that Su Qinian had taken a bite of, the cups and plates on the table were in a mess and had been swept away.
It was only then that Su Qinian took a serious look at him and said, "Are you a monk?"
The young Evil Buddha disciple said coldly: "Although the Tao is different, I can still be regarded as a disciple of Buddhism."
So Su Qinian pointed at the table and sneered: "Except for the drunkard monks who have no family background, I have never seen any Buddhist disciples eating meat. Where are the precepts? Where are the rules? Being eaten by a dog?"
The Evil Buddha's disciple's eyes froze when he heard this, and then his face turned slightly red. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you treat me to this breakfast, I will send you on your way now."
Su Qinian was not moved at all and said calmly: "If you were sure, you wouldn't be sitting here now."
Hearing this, the young Evil Buddha disciple's eyes became cold. He stared at Su Qinian until ten breaths later, then he took a deep breath and said: "There is no point in arguing with each other, but since you insulted me, you have to pay the price.
, In this way, the young monk still lacks a vessel for alms, and your bowl seems good, so I can make amends to the young monk."
As the young monk spoke, he grabbed a corner of the table with one hand. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps. Please give me a guarantee. Sigh, we have to stay in the top 100 this month.) (To be continued.)
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