Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 149

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The power of the fourth level of "Ecstasy Dafa" climbed to the extreme in an instant. Before Su Qinian's eyes, all the changes in the void seemed to slow down. He drew his sword like lightning, and in an instant, there was a thunderbolt on the bank of the Han River. After that, many people in the rivers and lakes saw a scene they will never forget.

A ray of knife light was like chaos, and it was like lightning across the sky. It was too fast, the air was torn apart, and the pale vacuum spread out more than ten feet in an instant like a crack in the sky.

boom!

On the side of the Han River, on the extremely hard stone bank that has been scoured over the years, there suddenly appeared a knife mark nearly twenty feet long and a foot deep, as if killed by thunder and lightning.

With the green iron long knife in his hand, Su Qinian's eyes were cold, and even many people around couldn't help taking a few steps back. At this moment, the air seemed to be frozen by the murderous aura of the young man in front of him.

"How could it be him, how is it possible!"

The remaining five young people didn't believe it at all. Their faces were pale. Looking at the young man who lived and died with him just now, a bloody knife mark started from between his eyebrows and penetrated his entire body.

Click!

The first thing to crack was an incomparably real face, or in other words, an indistinguishable human skin mask, revealing a strange face full of scars and indistinguishable.

"Jiuyou!"

Su Qinian paused every word, his tone was not high, nor was he gnashing his teeth, but even the martial arts masters of many sects who were hundreds of meters away could feel a deep chill.

Jiuyou!

Following Su Qinian's opening, most people in the Jianghu didn't hear clearly, even if someone heard it, most of them didn't know anything. The pupils contracted, revealing a look of incomparable fear.

Jiuyou!This young man was actually targeted by a killer from Jiuyou!

Jiuyou is no more than nine!This time, how many times was this young man assassinated?

Especially some aristocratic families and sect masters who have entered the second-rate dragon and tiger realm and have just glimpsed longevity. How could they not know what the chaotic sword light is just now when Su Qinian made a move? two.

A young man who has begun to open up the hidden secrets of the human body and has cultivated the foundation to such an extent, even if it is placed in the Zhenguo Dazong, is a rare seed that needs to be cultivated carefully. , it is not impossible.

"What kind of sword technique is that? It's majestic, but I've never heard of it."

Some members of the sect family guessed, and at this time, the battle between the two Yishu heirs on the Han River seemed to be coming to an end.

The waves are shimmering, the light of the knife and the light of the sword soar into the sky, like connecting the lotus leaves in the sky, and the double lotus pedicles.

Except for a few people such as Su Qinian, what everyone saw was this picture scroll that was both illusory and real, and the waves were surging on the river, and the hundreds of feet of river water hung upside down like a waterfall, and the momentum was shocking.

Only ten or so breaths later, the waves faded away, the pale vacuum began to heal, and on the river, the dull young man and the beautiful woman in the green gauze dress reappeared in front of everyone.

The dull young man turned around and walked on the waves, with a step of more than ten feet, going down the river, all the way west.

And the beautiful woman from Xizong, the descendant of this generation of Xiantian sword, did not re-climb Zigai Mountain, but went upstream, lingbo, all the way to the east, like a fairy in heaven.

From the beginning to the end, the two Yishu successors did not use the psychic soldiers in the saber box and sword box behind them.

This undoubtedly disappointed many people in the Jianghu martial arts world, but soon some people were relieved, even if they were really out of their scabbards, how could they see the truth, but the momentum was even bigger, and it might even bring disaster to Chi Yu, He lost his life in vain.

All of this has nothing to do with Su Qinian at this moment.

He backhanded the green iron long knife back into its sheath inch by inch, and then looked at the remaining five young men. Their eyes were no longer cautious as before, only sadness and suppressed anger remained.

Up to now, they also vaguely understand that the companions around them have already died, and the reason why Lu Changping died is also because of this young man in front of him.

Life in the Jianghu is like a must, but for five young people, it is still too cruel. The edges and corners that have been smoothed over the years now have mottled cracks.

Without saying a word, Su Qinian took a step forward. His hands were bloody, and he gathered together the corpses belonging to Lu Changping.

The palm-sized chaotic furnace turned from void to solid, and the furnace cover was lifted, a stream of bloody flames flowed with chaotic gas, and fell on the corpse.

In the distance, the masters of such aristocratic clans as Qijian Zhifeng Family and Zhenquan Sword Sect all looked at this, and thought of something vaguely.

……

On the outskirts of Xiangyang City, in a dilapidated small temple.

The old smoker put down the copper pipe that he never left his hand, and led Su Qinian into the temple.

"There is only this small temple in the suburbs. It is close to the city wall and the vegetation is sparse. Ordinary monsters dare not approach, but they can detect it in time and escape with their lives."

The old smoker pointed to a corner of the temple. The floor was also covered with patched mattresses. In addition, there were seven shabby and shabby floors.

"This temple originally enshrined a Daoist Yuanshen on Zigai Mountain. Later, the Daoist Yuanshen sat down and the temple was moved, so this place was abandoned," the old smoker murmured, as if talking to himself, with a smile on his face. The folds seem to have deepened, "Lu Changping is a stubborn boy. When he walked out of Shihua Town, Gucheng County, he was so angry that he swore to his parents that he would not pay back if he failed to achieve fame. This walk lasted eight years, eight years. Even if this kid couldn't bear it, he only dared to look at the village entrance from a distance, and then gritted his teeth and left. Everyone in Xiangyang City called him muddy, because he was poor in comprehension, and it only took two days for others to learn basic sword skills , He will take half a month, and no martial arts club is willing to accept him. He doesn't study much, has a straightforward temper, and doesn't bother to get involved in those gang activities. After all these years, he still achieves nothing, but as long as his injuries heal , He will shamelessly run to the major martial arts halls in the city, even if he is beaten, he still has to spar with others, and he can steal as many swords as possible."

When he came to a corner of the small temple, he tore open a corner of a quilt and shook out a few pieces of blackened pieces, about five or six taels of scattered silver. From the corner of the mattress, he took out half of the broken silver that was also not much, about four or five taels, and about ten taels of broken silver. The old man wrapped it up with a piece of broken silver, put it in Su Qinian's hands, and patted it lightly twice. After saying a word, I just turned around and came to the front of the temple, grabbed the cigarette stick, squatted on the steps of the door, lit it on the fire, and smoked one after another, and my eyes became a little cloudy.

The five young men stood in front of the temple without saying a word. At this time, there was no anger on the faces of the five people, and what was left was only lingering sadness.

Su Qinian walked out of the ruined temple, glanced at the five people, they turned around, and led the way ahead. They walked for five whole days.

In the past, even if they wanted to leave Xiangyang City, the five young people had to weigh whether they could withstand the monsters jumping out of the wilderness from time to time, or just spend some money and follow the traveling caravan. Accompanied by the master foundation builder.

But this time, they don't need to worry, because with Su Qinian, a little fairy who can kill even the leader of the Green Snake Gang with a single finger, they don't need to worry about safety, they walk smoothly all the way, even if there are monsters He jumped out, and before he could roar, his throat was cut by the invisible sharp air, and then his head fell down together with the blood.

Even so, they couldn't be happier, and they were far from the anxiety and excitement of sneaking back to visit their hometown in the past.

At night, they slept in the wilderness. Su Qinian did not urge them, but just lit a bonfire, roasted the hearts of the killed monsters, cut them into slices, and shared them with five people. Then they practiced horse-shaped boxing and meditated to refine the remaining blood energy , Supplement the spirit.

In just five days, among the five people, the one with the lowest level of cultivation went from the second level to the fourth level of "Galloping Horse Strength", and the one with the highest level of cultivation went from the fourth level to the fifth level, and is about to complete.

With the improvement of cultivation base and the growth of vigor, the five of them really felt the improvement of strength all the time, but after a short period of joy, as the crowd approached, they all fell silent again.

……

Gucheng County, Shihua Town, Hongmamiao Village.

Because in the early years, a young master of "Galloping Horse Strength" who had completed the seventh level of "Galloping Horse Strength" and possessed the power of a strong horse, was a small village at that time. After discussion with more than a dozen families, they named the village Red Horse, which means The fiery red horse.

Later, the young master fought with others outside and was killed by the Han River. The villagers did not dare to build temples to worship, so they renamed the village Hongmamiao Village.

Lu's.

In the fenced yard, the old couple held clay pots filled with cremated ashes again, crying freely.

On this day, five young people knelt down in front of their fence.

That night, Su Qi was sleepless.

The next day, at Chenshi, the morning sun was rising. Su Qinian was standing at the entrance of the village. He looked directly at the rising sun. The rising sun was accompanied by a faint purple aura. His gaze was far away. After a while, he turned around and looked at the The five young men, dressed in coarse cloth bunts and looking like farmers, said, "You have decided."

The five looked at each other and nodded heavily.

Su Qinian pondered for a while, and with a move of his mental strength, one was divided into five. The five young people only felt a sudden pain in the head, and when they recovered, they found that there was an extra mysterious formula in their minds, and there was another one that belonged to them. As far as he is concerned, the third-rate martial arts that he dreams of.

The third-rate martial art is a third-rate sword technique that Su Qinian wrote down in the Qingyang Pavilion before, and the formula is the internal method that fits with it.

Then, Su Qinian turned around, he didn't walk very fast, but with each step, he took several feet away, and the rising sun made his shadow very long.

At the entrance of the village, a young man finally couldn't bear it, and shouted from a distance: "If one day, where can I find you."

A moment later, when the five people's eyes were dimming, a clear voice sounded from a distance, as if right in front of them.

"Wudang Qingyang Peak, Su Qinian." (After the third shift, please ask for a monthly pass. Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!)

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