In late autumn, there is a biting cold wind and a coughing sound.
In a small room, Xun Shaoyu wore cloth clothes and linen shoes, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, recharging his energy.
The moonlight was hazy and dim, and he was dressed in coarse linen clothes. His face was calm, and he could only breathe evenly and not audibly.
There was only one oil lamp in the dark house, which was not lit. There was only pure darkness, deep and terrifying.
Suddenly, Xun Shaoyu opened his eyes, with a thoughtful look on his face: "In the past few days, their hunting intensity has been a little worse than before."
Possessing a stone mirror, it has the ability to detect the mist of luck. Therefore, Xun Shaoyu can always feel at ease when his luck is low and escape from danger calmly.
After all, even if you have thousands of troops, you still need to be able to find Xun Shaoyu's whereabouts in order to be able to play its role.
"It seems that these few escapes have put them on guard. Is this preparing for a thunderous strike, a one-hit kill?" He frowned, and a storm was about to come, which made his calm.
There is a ripple in the lake of my heart.
Boom! Rumble!!
Far away in the sky, a flash of dark blue lightning flashed, and heavy thunder crashed heavily into the air.
Xun Shaoyu slowly stood up and looked out the window at the increasingly dark sky: "Is it going to rain..."
Looking at the dark and heavy clouds, Xun Shaoyu's brows gradually relaxed.
Amidst the thunder and lightning that resounded through the sky, the walls were shaken and coughed. After a while, raindrops the size of soybeans fell one after another, hitting the ground and raising clouds of dust.
"Sure enough, a storm is coming!" His ears trembled slightly and he sighed softly.
One of his hands slowly moved to his waist, and his fingers lightly tapped the handle of the saber.
Xun Shaoyu suddenly stared at a corner and asked, "Do you think what I said...is correct?"
boom!!
The thunder shook, and the bright electric light illuminated the small house in an instant.
In an instant, the house suddenly became brighter.
Heavy footsteps gradually sounded from the darkness. Three figures slowly walked out from the lightning and thunder.
"Of course...that's right!" The leading figure looked deeply at Xun Shaoyu, who was standing against the wall.
Xun Shaoyu closed his eyes slightly, smiled faintly, and said: "You guys have been following me for several days, but you have never made a move or mobilized an army to surround me. You are really very patient."
Of course, even if a large army is mobilized, there is nothing that can be done to Xun Shaoyu. As long as he takes one or two steps in advance to prevent the army from surrounding him, Xun Shaoyu will not be afraid.
"Fang Guoduan, you have nowhere to escape," this figure sneered coldly, with a tall and tall body, setting off the elongated reflection.
"Although I don't know what means you can use to avoid being surrounded by the army. But under our combined hands, you will definitely die."
The burly figure's steps were extremely heavy, stepping on the floor step by step, letting out an overwhelmed whine.
Hearing this, Xun Shaoyu had a gentle look on his face and slowly shook his head: "Oh, really... your confidence is quite good!"
boom--
He made a sudden movement, flexed and stretched his five fingers, and thrust out a claw. The air around him was completely hollow under this claw.
Suddenly, the body stretched out an inch, and all the muscles and bones were like a bow string, and the spine was like a big bow. A powerful and explosive force filled the whole body.
Several figures had different reactions to Xun Shaoyu's blow.
"Hoo ho ho..."
Amid a burst of unpleasant and dry laughter, a skinny old man slapped forward with a hand as skinny as a withered skin, as if it was crying like a hundred ghosts.
"Roar!"
The burly man, on the other hand, roared like an angry bear. His arms were like iron and steel. As he swung his arms, violent punches ripped through the air.
"drink!"
A mediocre middle-aged man put his two fingers together and took out a yellow talisman from the yellow cloth bag. When he shook his fingers, the yellow talisman ignited between his fingers.
These three are all rare masters in their respective fields. Every move they make is powerful and majestic.
Xun Shaoyu took the lead and used his claw to avoid the burly man with no sharp edge, and grabbed his claw on the old man's arm that was as dry as dry skin.
"No, there's something wrong with this arm,"
As soon as he grabbed it and touched it with his fingertips, Xun Shaoyu's expression changed slightly.
With his martial arts skills, he can twist the body together with the force of a thousand pounds. Under this grasp, an ordinary person would definitely tear open the skin and tear out large pieces of flesh and blood.
And this old man didn't know which family's evil martial arts he had practiced. When Xun Shaoyu grabbed it, it was like a hundred layers of cowhide, which was impossible to grasp. There was even a cold feeling slowly coming from his fingertips.
Of the other two, the burly man punched Xun Shaoyu's temple with a straight punch; the mediocre middle-aged man punched his leg and hit Xun Shaoyu's kneecap.
Xun Shaoyu immediately drew his sword without stopping, using the force of drawing the sword to cut off the water, and within one breath, he struck several times with the sword.
The heavy sword light was as cold as ice. On this thunderstorm night, it was even more frightening and murderous. The biting chill shocked the burly, average and middle-aged man. Under the force of the sword light, several people suddenly
one cent.
"Good swordsmanship, good evil spirit!"
"What a pity, after today, there will be no such sword skills in the world."
As if sighing, the mediocre middle-aged man twitched his waist, and streaks of light bloomed from his hands.
The mediocre middle-aged man shook his soft sword, and clear sword lights appeared, as curved and round as water snakes: "White Snake Sword..."
Several masters, each with their own unique skills. Their fists, feet, and weapons could be divided at a touch. Only waves of tyrannical force were left behind, colliding back and forth in this small room.
The narrow house, with only a dozen moves, was instantly torn apart in the aftermath of the fight.
boom--
Thunder sounded, the house shattered, and several figures fought.
Among these great masters, one is the sinister path, the other is the masculine path, and the other is the divine path.
Xun Shaoyu did not refuse anyone who came, and he used every move to make a move. Secret, masculine, hard and soft were all mixed in. Qi and blood gradually surged up, and all the limbs and bones were not blocked or blocked.
He laughed and said wildly: "Come! Come! Come!"
With a arrogant look on his face, he flicked the blade and dropped countless raindrops.
Qi and blood are steaming all over the body, and one hundred and eight major acupoints are connected one by one, like a big melting pot, emitting extremely hot heat. Raindrops drip on the body, and wisps of water vapor float up.
"The pinnacle of my family!" The burly man shouted in disbelief with a mixture of shock and anger.
"How is that possible?" The mediocre middle-aged man was suddenly shocked. The soft sword was beating with cold light, and the blade almost collapsed.
The old man in black robe felt a chill in his teeth: "This... this weather..."
Suddenly, as the old man in black robe watched, blue lightning flashed in the sky: "...thunderstorm?"
Boom! Rumble!!
The sound of thunder was loud and tingling, and the soul was slightly stagnated by it.
In an instant, the light of the sword poured down, like a bolt of steel!
"That's right, it's a thunderstorm..." Xun Shaoyu's sword light reflected a hint of thunder: "This is the burial place for you monsters and heretics."
In this world, Taoism comes from the divine soul leveraging the inspiration of heaven and earth, and has various subtle changes. But under the thunder, any Taoism, magical power, and all the inspiration of heaven and earth that has been leveraged will be lost in one fell swoop.
"No……"
This slight numbness made the old man in black robe lose at least seven points of his skill.
After the sword flashed, the old man in black robe had a ferocious look on his face, with a thin scarlet line on his neck.
Xun's strength penetrated the whole body. Xun Shaoyu's 108 orifices showed unparalleled strength in every move he made.
The ultimate state of external martial arts, a glimpse of the pinnacle of martial arts in this world, comparable to the best among Taoist practitioners.
Even a real Taoist, whose soul cannot come out of his shell in this thunderstorm weather. Even if his magic power cannot reach the third level, he will be chopped to death by Xun Shaoyu.
"Chief Priest!!" Looking at this scene, the burly man's eyes were filled with tears.
There are only a few people left in his lineage, and this old man in black robe is not only an elder, but also a person with average arms.
The burly man was so angry that he rushed towards him and shouted: "Xiong Bo! Xiong Bo!!"
The fist was as strong as a heavy hammer, and the burly man was like a bear, and his body collided with Xun Shaoyu.
At the same time, the mediocre middle-aged man slowly receded, his face was heavy, his fingers were inserted into the yellow cloth bag, his face was bitter, and a damp yellow talisman was sandwiched between his two fingers.
"What a scheming person, what a scheming person..." A mediocre middle-aged man with only five points in Talisman Dao.
Use the talisman to sense God, and use the divine talisman to exorcise the talisman!
Without the yellow talisman in hand, the mediocre middle-aged person's cultivation will be greatly reduced.
During the thunderstorm, the yellow talisman entered the water. The effect of this talisman was greatly reduced, and various talismans could not be used. This was undoubtedly fatal to this mediocre middle-aged man.
"...and those ghosts and gods were also greatly restrained during the thunder and vibration."
Thinking of the scene where countless ghosts, gods and Yin soldiers under the command of the Danyang City God retreated to the underworld together amid the thunder.
The chill in the heart of a mediocre middle-aged man becomes more and more intense.
He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't understand how this Xun Shaoyu, who was just a martial artist, could plot against them step by step.
He can't figure it out!
This slight loss of concentration and a tragic bear roar suddenly woke up the ordinary middle-aged man.
Xun Shaoyu inserted two fingers into the burly man's eye sockets, and two consecutive drops of blood dripped down.
"ah……"
The burly man wailed, his leg bones were broken, and his white thigh bones were exposed.
The mediocre middle-aged man was in disbelief: "How is that possible?"
This burly man is, after all, a master of his family. Although it is impossible to compare him with his family, the difference is not so huge.
The mediocre middle-aged man just lost his mind for a moment, and such a tragic scene happened. It was really hard for him to accept, and he couldn't help but feel frightened, frightened and angry.
Xun Shaoyu smiled coldly, looked at the miserable appearance of the burly man, and said: "Who am I to tell you... I know all about the Dacheng family in Danyang Mansion, how could there be an extra person like you for no reason?"
"It turns out that he is a remnant of Gao Village. Lord Gao Village, you are fine..."
Although I don't know how this former leader of Gao Village became the Yuan family's lackey, he will not be lenient.
Gaojiazhai's hundreds of years of foundation were burned to the ground by him. This hatred was so deep that the leader of Gaojiazhai was determined not to stay.