This Jinbu disciple has a round face, small eyes, thick eyebrows and flat eyebrows, and looks a bit silly.
However, after being insulted by the other three people, he bit his teeth, his nose trembled slightly, and his eyes wrinkled.
"Refining gold into a sword, Chang Geng Qi Guang."
A golden light flashed in his brown eyes, and he stretched out a sharp sword out of thin air with his right hand and stabbed the first person.
This is the most basic stabbing move.
"Uh-huh~"
The sword was not a complete entity. After the sword tip penetrated the human body, there was no sound of the sharp weapon entering the flesh. Silently, a golden energy came out, and the man screamed and flew away.
"What?"
"What kind of magic is this?"
The other two were shocked and inexplicable.
Wuling Xuantong sounds like a very lofty title among the disciples of the Yin Yang family, but in fact, it is still a higher-end consumable.
He might die during a mission, he might die in a duel with other Wuling Xuantong, or he might even die at the hands of his elders.
There are only a few big cats and kittens left in the Jinbu, no, not even big cats. But among these few kittens, a Wuling Xuantong suddenly appeared, and he was personally promoted by Master Xinghun.
No matter how you look at it, Master Xinghun wants to kill this lucky guy, but he is too lazy to do it himself. As a five-spirited Xuantong, with the strength of this good-for-nothing Jinbu, he will die in the hands of others in a few days.
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These three people did not take the current Jinbu seriously at all. The opportunity to insult Wu Ling Xuantong wantonly was so rare.
However, the good-for-nothing Jinbu in front of him suddenly became violent and killed people.
"You~this is~ah~haha~"
The man who flew out had a very thin gash on his right chest, and blood was flowing uncontrollably. He hurriedly performed his exercises, but found that the blood showed no sign of stagnation. His head was wet with sweat, and he couldn't stop it.
It’s clear whether it’s because of pain or fear.
"Stop, stop, why can't the bleeding stop! Stop, stop~"
He screamed randomly, covered the wound with his hands, tore off his clothes and stabbed the front and back wounds, but it still had no effect.
"what have you done?!"
"You, you, you, don't come here~"
The other two people screamed each other and made continuous seals on their hands. Rubbles flew on the spot and dozens of water arrows were fired.
The Jinbu disciple stepped on his feet and kept walking. The sharp sword in his hand cut off the attacks of the two people one after another, and the distance quickly closed.
"I am the Xuantong of the Five Spirits of the Jin Department. I serve as a disciple. As an ordinary disciple, if you dare to offend me, you will die~"
"Whoops~" The sharp sword slashed across the throat, blood spattered three feet, and the two bodies fell to the ground.
"You, you, save me..." The first person whose chest was injured was bleeding and was getting weak. Seeing that Fu Zhang easily killed his partner, he opened his lips and begged softly.
Fu Zhang ignored his pleas and added another blow, and the man on the ground became completely silent.
Dongyu, who witnessed all this, looked at Fu Zhang's back and thought to himself: What a terrible technique. Is it the sharp energy that makes the wound unable to stop bleeding? I heard that the elder Yun Zhongjun of Jin Dynasty had Zhaoyun's unique technique.
Weiyang Slash can cause such injuries. Could it be that he is Yun Zhongjun's direct disciple?
No, if he was really Yun Zhongjun's direct disciple, how could he still be in the headquarters and be bullied by ordinary disciples?
Looking at his movements, aside from this technique, he is at the level of an ordinary disciple. What is going on?
Dong Yu was wondering, but after finishing killing the person, Fu Zhang looked down at his hands and was in a daze.
Have I become stronger? I have become stronger, I have really become stronger!
Chang Geng Qi Guang, this technique is so powerful! That person said that it has twelve levels. I am only at the first level and can easily kill such ordinary disciples. If I can practice it to the third level, the Five Spirits Xuan Tong
In a duel, I should be able to save my life.
Yes! Time is running out and I need to practice as soon as possible.
He clenched his hands into fists, his heart was racing, and he was about to run out, but suddenly he heard a female voice coming from behind, as clear as an oriole.
"Stop, where did you learn this technique?"
Fu Zhang suddenly froze on the spot. He didn't notice anyone approaching at all. This person's strength definitely far exceeded his own.
"You are Xuantong, the Five Spirits of the Fire Department, Dongyu!"
Fu Zhang's eyes trembled and he screamed. He immediately took two steps back, his arms already subconsciously protected, "You, what's the matter with you?"
Observing his reaction, Dong Yu's flame-colored eyes flickered and his lips curved.
Sure enough, he was only special in that one technique, and in other respects he was clearly just an ordinary disciple.
"What's the matter? Didn't I tell you where you learned your skills?"
Dongyu's pretty face tilted slightly, a slight smile hung on her red lips, her eyes were half-squinted, and she walked closer, "You'd better not let me ask a third time."
Fu Zhang's Adam's apple rolled and he retreated again. The opponent was Dong Yu, who was the best among the Five Spirits Xuantong. He was just an ordinary disciple and was no match at all.
"You, I, I..."
"Don't tell me? Humph~"
Dongyu stopped talking nonsense and went straight up to him.
Fu Zhang felt his eyes dazzled as a white palm was about to cover his face. He hurriedly started to block it.
Dong Yu grasped Fu Zhang's wrist with just one palm, and with a twist of his body, he got to zero distance, twisting Fu Zhang's arm so hard that he couldn't exert any strength. At the same time -
"Hmm~" He bent his elbow and hit him in the chest.
Fu Zhang was injured and fell back. Dongyu pulled the arm back, then flew forward and kicked him with a knee.
"Bang~" The body fell heavily to the ground. Dongyu pressed his knees on Fu Zhang's chest, squatting down and looking at him condescendingly.
"Ahem~" A bright red color overflowed from the corner of Fu Zhang's mouth.
In front of him is a beautiful and proud face, and above it is the high dome of Yuming Hall. The change of dim light outlines the perfect facial features of this face, especially the pair of eyes, which are like gems and fireworks.
The good-looking girl in front of me is younger than me, but she almost subdued him with one move. Is this the real Five Spirits Xuantong...
Dongyu raised his blood-red bone claws with one hand and licked his lips, "If you don't tell me, you will die. It's not like I haven't killed Xuantong, the Five Spirits of the Jinbu."
"I said!"
"oh?"
"It's Master Xinghun. One day, Master Xinghun came to the Jin Department and asked if there was anyone under the age of fifteen. I happened to have just turned fifteen, and Master Xinghun gave me a secret book of magic.
, named Chang Geng Qi Guang, let me practice well and not let him down."
Hmm? Lord Star Soul?
Dongyu's strength suddenly became much lighter. If it was really the person Xinghun liked, she would not dare to move.
Fu Zhang felt the weight on his chest lighten, and quickly took a deep breath. By the way, he tried to cover up his nervousness.
What he said was not true or complete. He just used Xinghun's name to make Dongyu dare not kill him. At the same time, he also concealed the person who really taught him the technique.
"Hmph, Lord Xinghun, you are lucky this time." Dongyu stood up and clapped his hands casually, "However, we are both members of the Five Spirits Xuantong, you are the gold part and I am the fire part. If we are in the martial arts field in the future
Right, hum~"
She smiled easily, turned her head and walked away with her red hair flowing.
Fu Zhang sat up from the ground and looked at her delicate back, his chest still rising and falling violently.
Dongyu, just wait. When I ask that person how to crack the skull blood handprint, today's revenge will be avenged in the future.
After a while, he got up, dusted his butt, left Yumingtang, and walked in a hurry.
And just after he walked out quickly, Dongyu, who had obviously left, appeared again.
Dongyu rubbed his smooth and delicate chin, looking at Fu Zhang's retreating back, thoughtfully.