Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 180 Refining Bright Mind

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The moonlight is like water, and it is still a bit cold during the Ching Ming Festival.

On the tower of Hailing City, just like the whole peak, there is also the young Longwei who came out of the Tianhe Sword Sect in Suzhou. There is an urge to run away.

But both he and Quan Feng were locked by an invisible energy, and the two looked at each other, neither of them wanted to move first, wanting the other to be the bait.

One hundred ten!One hundred twenty!one hundred and thirteen...

Su Qinian was moving like thunder, his fists were rolling, few people could catch his fist, whether it was "Turtle Snake Fist" or "Searching Sun Finger", in the environment of the turtle's breath, the true meaning was condensed and tenacious. An astonishing level, infused with the fourth level of spiritual power of his "Ecstasy Dafa", some of them have superficial cultivation, and even penetrated a few dragon guards of the Twelve Dignity, even at the moment Su Qinian made a move, Unable to move, his spirit was suppressed, and he lost control of his body's energy and blood.

After ten breaths.

Su Qinian's body stopped abruptly, and another dragon guard who was close to third-rate Xiaocheng flew out, embedded in the city wall, and passed out.

So far, there are only less than ten people left, including Monk Ruiaoguang, who have a good state of mind. They didn't care about it before, and they didn't show any dissatisfaction. Maybe some people are hiding it very deeply, but now is not the time to delve into it.

Nie Hongyi's breath was icy cold, she had a good appearance, a graceful figure, and her slender and straight legs. At this time, the gaze she was looking at Su Qinian was also a little shocked. For a long time, he was able to reach such a situation.

"Amitabha."

Monk Liaoguang sang the Buddha's name. As a disciple of Buddhism, he first focused on cultivating the state of mind, cutting off the roots of afflictions, and building a lotus platform. He could see some falsehoods in Su Qinian's body, and he could only sigh.

At this time, Long Wei of Ru Tianhe Sword Sect, his eyes twitched, his voice was sharp, and he scolded: "Su Qinian! You are acting in the way of a demon! Do you still have justice in your eyes! Please, Lord Dragon Lord..."

"nonsense!"

With a flash of figure, Su Qinian came to the front. What continuous sword light, if the Milky Way swept across, was smashed into pieces by the Yuanshi furnace on the front of Su Qinian's fist. In the end, Su Qinian let go of his fist and turned it into a palm .

Snapped!

With blood spat out from his mouth full of yellowed teeth, this young dragon guard of the Tianhe Sword Sect who was walking in Hailing Prefecture flew seven or eight feet horizontally, and by coincidence, he landed right at the foot of the Quanfeng Peak.

His face trembled, although Su Qinian's palm didn't hit him on the face, but Quan Feng felt his face was raw.

"Su Qinian, you are doing the opposite! As a Wudang disciple, you actually attacked your fellow disciples!" Unable to take a step back, Quan Feng yelled, but at this moment, his sensuality softened.

The next moment, Quan Feng's eyes flashed, and Su Qinian's figure was very close at hand.

"The villain is sneaky and demagogic!"

Snapped!

Staring at the stars, this palm punched all the remaining words of Quan Feng back into his stomach, and all he spat out was his bloody teeth.

Not being able to fly out, Quan Feng only felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and his whole body was suspended in the air, and he was pulled back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the disciple of He Jianzong, just like him, was pinched by a big hand. The neck was lifted up vigorously.

This posture is definitely not good-looking. It is a great shame for both Yu Quanfeng and the young successor of He Jianzong that day. Being held in the hands of a young chicken who is much younger than them, his whole body is numb. , the qi and blood were scattered by the shock, and the true qi of the inner family could not be raised, and was sealed in the dantian by a forceful wave of Hunyuan qi and blood.

The two were ashamed and angry, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, they vaguely guessed what Su Qinian was going to do.

woo... woo...

The two wanted to speak, but half of their face was swollen higher than a steamed bun, and all their teeth were gone, so they couldn't speak a word.

"Amitabha, Lord Su, forgive others and forgive others."

At this moment, Monk Liaoguang sang the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together, and spoke.

Ok?

Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "It's not easy for Guangxiao Temple to be established for more than two thousand years, compassion for the world and others must be done before being alone, otherwise in the eyes of Su, he is a pig and dog. "

"Amitabha, Su benefactor, you are too hostile."

"Several or severe, it's only for Xie Chong, you talk too much."

Su Qinian said indifferently, without looking at him again, he walked straight forward, and until Su Qinian disappeared on the tower, Monk Liaoguang just whispered the Buddha's name and remained motionless.

This is the aura of life and death. On the city wall, some dragon guards who had fainted gradually woke up. At this time, their eyes were complicated. It turns out that there are some people in this world who are beyond common sense and cannot be estimated. Even until now, many people still can't figure it out. Why is Su Qinian so full of energy, blood and physical strength, without the slightest sign of exhaustion.

It's not that they can't tolerate people, the younger generation has risen, they have their own experiences, but they don't want to see someone with a wicked mind, with the help of external force, to break the justice in their hearts, just like this migration, saying that a person who has not yet established a foundation The young man alone faced nearly ten thousand demon masters. If it wasn't for this moment, they would never have believed it.

From the beginning to the end, on the top of the city, Dragon Lord Duanmu and the bearded General Hanwei never spoke, and they seemed to have no intention of intervening.

Zhao Quan's seven men chased after him, Nie Hongyi took a step forward, and the few intact dragon guards also followed. They saw Su Qinian's back, his spine was straight, his waist was straight, and there was no evil spirit on his body. A kind of majestic temperament exudes.

"Why didn't Dragon Lord Duanmu speak?" On the top of the city, General Hanwei in the blue armor suddenly spoke.

There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and the feather fan shook lightly. Dragon Lord Duanmu asked back: "Why should I intervene?"

General Hanwei, who had passed his forties, grinned and said with a smile: "That's right, what kind of hands do you want to intervene? I'm looking forward to seeing where this little monster will go after two or three years."

……

As Su Qinian walked down the city, the soldiers on duty on the steps all showed awe, and two dragon guards in star robes were walked down by the back of their necks. Nothing is more shocking than this scene.

The next corner of the city wall.

Dozens of hundreds of war horses are under guard, and a dozen grooms are feeding night grass.

On the side of the horse herd, there was a pile of horse manure piled up in a radius of Zhang Xu, some of which were still hot and steaming.

Arriving here, both Quan Feng and the youth of He Jianzong struggled violently, their faces turned green immediately, their eyeballs widened and turned red, if the anger could be turned into substance, it would probably burn Su Qinian to ashes .

"Enough."

Immediately, Su Qinian said calmly, with a throw of both hands, Quan Feng and his two fell into the horse manure pile like straw, and the snow-white star robe instantly became filthy.

The two wanted to struggle, but their eyes were about to split in a flash, but their physical bodies didn't listen at all. It turned out that Su Qinian made a move just now, and added two more dark forces. This time, at least before dawn, the two of them would not be able to conceive. With some strength, he struggled to get up and get out of this filthy place.

Not far behind, the corners of some Longwei's mouths twitched, they couldn't bear to look directly at them, and even looked at Su Qinian with a strong look of fear. This young man is simply unscrupulous and lawless. They can imagine that after today, this Taishan faction Quan Feng, a disciple of Riguan Peak, and the successor of the Suzhou Tianhe Sword Sect are probably going crazy.

All the changes in people's expressions were induced by Su Qinian's spirit and reflected in the ancestral orifice courtyard, but he didn't care at all. He acted dignifiedly and aboveboard, so he naturally had a clear conscience. It also faintly went a step further, with a sharper aura of sharpness, and in the seventh form of "Xiu Ming Dao", a hazy prototype was born in his mind.

……

The hour is over.

The morning sun rises from the sky, and the purple air rises in the east, which is fleeting.

In front of the carriage, Su Qinian took the dense cloud-pattern iron inner armor handed over by Zhao Quan, Qin Xu and the others hesitated to speak, but finally did not say anything.

Just half an hour ago, the two senior brothers Huang from Taishan Sect took Quan Feng away, and a traveling deacon from Tianhe Sword Sect came to rescue him.

Now it seems to be calm, but Shu Qianqi and the others understand that it is far from over.

When the sun rose completely, Su Qinian pulled the reins and started on the road again. This time, he did not take the three elders with him, but under the arrangement of Dragon Lord Duanmu, he was escorted by a dragon general himself, and headed for Wudang by water.

This is also the great contribution he has made this time. If there is no human relationship on weekdays, or if he pays enough price, it is almost impossible to hire a dragon general as a guard.

In order to avoid coveting, Su Qinian put away the cold chi sword for the little girl again, and brought it into the void in the Yuanshi furnace, so that the sharpness is not obvious, and naturally it will not be noticed by interested people.

As soon as he left the territory of Hailing Prefecture, Su Qinian pulled the reins.

It was a young monk in black robes, sitting cross-legged on a rock by the side of the official road, chanting scriptures with seals on his hands, but it didn't sound like a Buddhist quiet, more like a melodious sound, tempting to fall.

Yangzhou Daming Temple! The successor of "Conquering the Body of the Third Ming King", the disciple of the evil Buddha!

Goodbye to the fourth killer of Jiuyou, Su Qinian clearly felt that the aura on his body was stronger than before, almost the moment Su Qinian pulled the rein to stop, the monk opened his eyes.

call!

This movement was fiercer than a gust of wind, and the green and black Ming King's phantom appeared behind him, a black gold iron rod was ingested, it exploded to three feet long in an instant, as thick as a sea bowl, and swung it down towards Su Qinian.

The air shattered, and the vacuum created ripples. Before reaching the body, with Su Qinian at the center, the earth and mud were pressed down by an invisible force in a radius of several feet.

This was an astonishing scene, the sudden change made some caravan passers-by not far away tremble with fear. (Ask for a monthly ticket, genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu! Well, thank you for your book reviews, and you are welcome if you don’t curse)

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