On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the stars are brilliant and the full moon is like an ice disk.
Ye Gucheng drew his sword and put it away with a lonely expression, looking coldly at the noisy crowd below.
His strikes are really clean and neat. Not only are his movements graceful and beautiful, but the light changes in his swordsmanship are as breathtaking as those of a flying fairy from heaven.
An old man wearing a gray robe had a bloody hole in his chest. He stumbled towards the audience. Halfway there, he finally lost his breath.
The fastest way to become famous in the martial arts world is to challenge people who are more famous than you. As long as you are not, your fame will only grow.
Especially in such an occasion where thousands of people gather, once you are strong enough, you can immediately become famous in the martial arts world.
The premise is, don't choose a stronger opponent who doesn't intend to show mercy.
In the eyes of most people, Taoist Shanfeng, the leader of the Kongtong Sect, overestimated his own capabilities and wanted to compete with Ye Gucheng, and ended up in total defeat.
But in fact, Shanfeng Taoist's secret identity was one of the five dragon heads of the Qinglong Society. He was stabbed to death with a sword without mercy, which undoubtedly meant that Ye Gucheng was out of Wu Ming's control.
Just this afternoon, while Wu Ming was in retreat, Ye Gucheng used his sword to kill through the invisible man's stronghold, came to the sword competition platform that had been built long ago, and announced that anyone could challenge him to life or death.
Rules.
Not only to lure Wu Ming's men to come for revenge, but also to build up momentum for the pinnacle sword.
This is the first time Ye Gucheng is gathering momentum like this, and it may also be the last time, because he is ready to face Wu Ming.
However, Wu Ming didn't come so late, and his men came so few, where have they gone? Shaking the blood on the tip of the sword, Ye Gucheng couldn't help but think.
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The moon tonight seems more beautiful than usual, mysteriously beautiful, desolately beautiful, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Every time the moon is full, Aunt Gongsun wants to kill someone.
She was disguised as a very old woman, wearing a green dress with patches all over her body. It was as if a big stone was pressing on her back, as if her waist had been broken in the middle.
When she walked, she seemed to be bending over and looking for something on the ground. The moonlight shone on her face, which was full of wrinkles and looked like a piece of tissue paper that had been crumpled into a ball and then unfolded.
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"Roasted chestnuts with sugar!" She was also holding a large bamboo basket in her hand, covered with a piece of thick cotton cloth. "The roasted chestnuts with sugar that have just been put on the market, the fragrant and hot roasted chestnuts with sugar, only cost ten cents a piece."
Jin."
A lonely and poor old woman, in her twilight years, still comes out to sell her roasted chestnuts with her almost completely hoarse voice.
Just when Mrs. Gongsun's dry mouth revealed a sinister smile, and she was imagining how many people would die under the sugar-roasted chestnuts that night, she suddenly felt someone tapping her shoulder.
"Girl, do you want to buy sugar-roasted chestnuts to eat?" Aunt Gongsun's old voice sounded, and she slowly turned around.
Zhao Qing looked at the wrinkles on her face and said indifferently: "Ten cents per catty, how much does one pill cost?"
Aunt Gongsun was surprised and said: "A pound is only ten dollars, does the girl really only buy one?"
"Just buy one." Zhao Qing threw down a copper plate and said coldly: "A poisoned roasted chestnut, if it doesn't kill you, I'll give you another one..."
She was only halfway through her words when Aunt Gongsun had already pulled out a pair of daggers tied with bright red satin from the basket. The sword flashed and the sword edge stabbed towards Zhao Qing's throat.
Judging from the speed of this sword, Aunt Gongsun had clearly accumulated her power in advance, and her strike was as sharp as an eagle's beak and as fierce as thunder and lightning.
After all, although she was disguised as an old woman, when the expert touched his body, he could immediately feel that Aunt Gongsun's skin was smooth and tender, and she definitely did not look like an old man in her sixties or seventies.
Knowing that Zhao Qing had already patted her on the shoulder, Aunt Gongsun was naturally prepared to strike first.
The shining sword edge and the cold sword energy seemed to bloom a blood flower on the opponent's body in the blink of an eye, but it fell into the air in the next moment.
Zhao Qing, who gently floated five feet away, glanced at Aunt Gongsun, who was hesitating whether to attack or run away, and suddenly shouted in a cold voice to the seemingly deserted surroundings: "People who are ambushing around you, you followed me, no?"
You wouldn’t be so courageous and wouldn’t dare to come together.”
With a crisp whistle, a slender girl in plain white clothes jumped out from behind the wall seven or eight feet away, and shouted sternly: "Everyone, come together to avenge Brother Ninth!" It was the last time he escaped death.
Beef soup.
A figure flew over, raised his hands, and fired dozens of black marbles. They were the thunderbolts of Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall. Some of them collided and detonated in mid-air, changing directions many times in the smoke, covering the area.
Zhao Qing’s front and back.
A wall eight or nine feet away suddenly collapsed, and a fat man walked out slowly, with a bright silver flying knife spinning rapidly in his hands.
Four green-faced old men, each holding a simple long sword, formed a tight formation and followed behind the fat man.
"Is there only such a small number of people?" Zhao Qing waved his palm and knocked away the flying thunderbolts from a distance. He sighed slightly disappointedly, but he was not surprised at all.
After a large number of Wu Ming's men died last time, it is considered good that these few masters are left.
However, if these people are put together, even if they join forces with Gongsun Auntie, they will at best be on par with Gong Jiu, He Shangshu and others. They are not here to die, right?
Or are they just here to lead the charge and consume my skills? Wu Ming is hiding in the dark, ready to make a sneak attack at any time?
Zhao Qing thought in her mind. After she went out at night, she found a group of people following her from a distance. They seemed to want to make a sneak attack, but they never dared to take action.
She also thought that the other party had some tricks up her sleeve, and deliberately waited until she reached an open area before breaking the trace to prevent the enemy's attack from implicating innocent passers-by.
The reason why I met Aunt Gongsun here may be a coincidence, or it may be partly due to the guidance of the enemy. In short, Zhao Qing has decided to kill all these people here.
Although Gongsun Lan had never taken the initiative to provoke her, he often poisoned sympathetic innocent people with sugar-roasted chestnuts. Zhao Qing had long planned to get rid of her, but he had never encountered her before.
Of course, she was still prepared to take a closer look at the "sword weapon" skills passed down by the famous swordsman Gongsun in the Tang Dynasty, in order to transform them into a kind of sword spirit refined by the "sword refining and nourishing skills".<
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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun, who danced with her sword and moved her weapon in all directions. The spectators were as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth were depressed for a long time.
Yao is like Yi shooting at nine sunsets, and he is as powerful as a group of emperors and a dragon flying in the air. It comes like thunder to reduce its wrath, and ends like a river and sea condensed with clear light.
According to ancient legend, the "sword weapon" is not a sword, but the name of an ancient martial dance. The dancers in colorful clothes have empty hands and colorful ribbons flying. It was not until Aunt Gongsun that this dance technique, which was originally only for viewing, was changed.
, turned into a martial art that can really stab enemies and hurt people!
When she performed this dance in front of Emperor Shengwen and Shenwu, she may not have used a sword, for fear that the energy of the sword would frighten the emperor. However, she actually created a sword technique in private, making the "sword weapon" truly become a part of the sword.
species.
This kind of swordsmanship was born out of dance skills, and is of course different from other swordsmanship. Therefore, in Zhao Qing's eyes, it has its own unique meaning and value.
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After looking around, Zhao Qing took a step forward and walked towards Gongsun Lan, who was watching the situation.
With a "chi" sound, the sword energy came through the wind. Gongsun Lan gave a light drink, and the two daggers were like dragons scissoring each other, stabbing at each other like lightning, and then stabbed in the air again.
Beef Soup put on a pair of gold gloves and rushed in with the fat man, the thunder bomb master, and the Four Swordsmen of Tianmen. His claw skills were like lightning, his flying knives were like thunder, and he attacked from left and right without any time.
I saw Zhao Qing smiling, gently dodging the incoming flying knife, and volleyed it casually.
Beef Soup's eyes blurred, and the Ruyi Orchid hand that was exerting all its strength was attracted by an unstoppable force. It was originally meant to grab the opponent's shoulder, but at this moment, it actually grabbed the fat man's waist.
The fat man changed his moves in shock, and with a scoff, his clothes were scratched. At the critical moment, a soft lump bulged up on his side, removing the force of the grip, showing that his internal strength had reached its peak.
realm.
Hunyuan Yi Qigong? Zhao Qing's thoughts moved slightly, and he reached out and volleyed backwards.
The four swords of the Four Swords of Tianmen stabbed like lightning, flashing with cold light, and actually pierced each other's chests.
It turns out that after Zhao Qingming succeeded in the Yu Gong, he tried to figure out the "moving flowers and catching jade" skills of the Yihua Palace back then, and practiced the moves with these enemies.
Although Jade Rakshasa has not received the inheritance of "moving flowers to join jade", there is still a lot of gap between the martial arts of "moving flowers and joining jade" and the level of Mingyu Kung Fu. There is no need to spend time thinking about it and create it on the fly.
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But in Zhao Qing's opinion, once the Ming Yu Gong breaks through to the ninth level, relying on its strong suction, it is easy to perform such martial arts. Now that he is thinking about it, he is familiar with the attack methods of the ninth level of the Ming Yu Gong in advance.<
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Under her small test, Beef Soup and the fat man who practiced Hunyuan Yi Qigong were almost defeated in one move; as for the Four Swords of Tianmen, the four of them were only top-notch masters and could not stop Zhao Qing at all.
He used his strength to fight and was killed on the spot.
Zhao Qing's movements were as light as smoke, moving left and right, leaving Beef Tang and others with scars and exhaustion.
It wasn't until Gongsun Lankankan finished all the sword skills that she suddenly reached out and made a move. The Seven-Star Sword was instantly unsheathed and circled around several people for dozens of times, leaving behind four broken corpses.
"Wu Ming, you've been watching for a while. You haven't made a move. Could it be that you're scared?" Zhao Qing suddenly turned around, walked towards a dark corner, and said calmly.
"Actually, I was there both times at Chunhua Building and Xicheng Street." Wu Ming walked slowly, looking like a kind and gentle old man, with no trace of the peerless martial arts he possessed. p>
He said equally calmly: "I'm very interested in how you discovered me this time."
Zhao Qing was slightly shocked. He didn't expect that Wu Ming was present during the two attacks, but he didn't notice it.
Fortunately, after cultivating the seventh consciousness, my perceptual ability increased greatly, and I finally found the other party's traces.