Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 233

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This knife almost accurately calculated Su Qinian's way of retreat, the angle and timing of the knife were both extremely ingenious.

But no matter how deep the hiding was, how could he escape from Su Qinian's divine body? The saber flashed, without any hindrance, and cut Su Qinian in half, but without a trace of blood.

not good!

The killer Jiuyou, who was pretending to be a defender of the city, was startled, and then saw a ray of knife light, blazing like the sun, illuminating the darkness, expelling evil spirits, and bursting out a strong vitality.

The true meaning of this sword technique is too strong, this is the sixth sword technique of Suiming, but in the eyes of this Jiuyou swordsman, it is simply stronger than the top sword technique that has comprehended [-]% of its power.

puff!

Blood spattered, a head flew up, and the Nine Nether Swordsman who followed him was frightened and angry. He walked with the swordsman and joined hands many times. Experts, and almost few people can avoid their lore. I didn't expect not only to miss today, but also to ruin the life of the swordsman.

Without hesitation, Nine Nether Swordsman stopped in his footsteps, and retreated when he missed a hit.

He is fast, Su Qinian is even faster, the "Dragon Pile" is running under his feet, he moves like a dragon and a tiger, and with only one step, he appears in front of the swordsman. The vacuum twisted, locking him firmly.

Xiuming's third knife was obtained from Ruyi Juntie, a knife faster than lightning.

puff!

Another big head flew up, and blood sprayed three feet high. Many passing civilians were startled, and quickly covered their children's eyes.

Su Qinian leaned on the saber and gasped for breath. Although it was only two sabers, it was only a few breaths of killing, but his whole body was concentrated and the spirit body was running. The consumption was no less than a hard fight. Most importantly, his The injury is not healed yet.

Being rubbed by the palm wind of a first-class Hunyuan Realm master, it is not just a simple shock to the internal organs, but also a wisp of stubborn stone-like alien true energy, like tarsal maggots, gathered at the wound and lingered for a long time.

This alien zhenqi is not evil. Although the life-saving zhenqi can be refined, it is too slow. It contains an extremely sharp original power, which is the power of the golden element among the seven kinds of original energy.

The true meaning of Gui Snake Fist is in the process of transformation, and now the ninth form of Gui Snake Fist is completely different under the refinement of the true meaning of life-saving. Perhaps it can be called the furnace of life-saving. It is as bright as the sun and contains the circle of Tai Chi. Turning around, the mystery of the unloading and transformation of the yin and yang grinding, and the refining of the alien true energy, are only a little bit faster. Su Qinian reckons that he may not be able to return to the peak within half a month.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of some rare martial arts in the world, such as the "Northern Mingkun God Art" in the Vulture Palace, which is a rare martial art in the world that dissolves and absorbs different kinds of true energy, and there are even rumors , as long as the realm is comprehended enough, this "Northern Mingkun Divine Art" can even create a first-class Hunyuan Realm master overnight.

As for why the Vulture Palace is only one of the top ten towns of the Han Dynasty, Su Qinian estimated that the price to be paid for this is probably beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Soon, a deputy lieutenant stationed in front of Su Qinian appeared to be a little panicked. He was only from the seventh rank, but he didn't expect that his soldiers would be dropped by someone, and even attacked and killed a soldier under his nose. There is a dragon guard in the Dragon Villa, as long as this dragon guard reports to him, he will not be able to keep his armor.

After waving his hand, Su Qinian just asked him to pack up the remains, and went straight into the city. He was a little tired, even though he had already stepped into the turtle's resting state, when his mental power recovered too frequently, there was also a feeling that originated from the depths of his heart. tiredness everywhere.

Arriving at Ziyang City, it is not far from Chang'an, the capital city, at most hundreds of miles away, but Su Qinian knows very well that these hundreds of miles are definitely not as easy as stepping through the legendary [-]th floor of hell.

He found an inn at random, and Su Qinian asked for a room. He didn't dare to fall asleep, but just meditated. From dusk until the next morning, the sun rose from the depths of the earth.

Opening his eyes again, Su Qinian's complexion improved a bit, and he felt that the Jinxing Zhenqi on his shoulders had been refined a little more, and in the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian, the life-saving Zhenqi became stronger and stronger. , is not far away.

For Su Qinian, this is also regarded as a kind of training. When he refines all this ray of heterogeneous zhenqi, I am afraid that his cultivation base will usher in a big leap at that time. Pure, it is many times more pure and rich than the original three descendants of the big bandits.

Of course, Su Qinian can also use the hundreds of drops of vitality liquid he has accumulated to improve his cultivation by a considerable amount in a short period of time, but he doesn't want to do that. In less than a year, he has crossed the ten levels of "Turtle and Snake Art" that no one in this generation of Wudang can surpass. How dangerous it is, after all, it lacks the accumulation of a minute of time.

This is like a piece of sandalwood red sandalwood, from cutting it down, then soaking it in a special process, drying it in the shade, and then soaking it again, and so on. In fact, it is still a piece of red sandalwood in the end, but compared to the beginning, its woodiness is more stable. Countless times, it is not easy to dry and crack, more oily, and not easy to grow moths.

The same is true for martial arts, cultivation level is one thing, accumulation is another, this is one of the gaps between martial arts practitioners of the same level.

In the early morning, the air is very fresh. Su Qinian pushed open the door. This Ziyang City seems to be extremely lively in the morning. Many people who drink morning tea gather here early. There are steaming steamed buns, light yellow soft steamed buns, and baby fists. Big, paper-thin soup dumplings, and a pot of tea, old people, businessmen, women, children, full of market flavors, in the eyes of Su Qinian, there are still full of memories.

It has been more than a year, he remembers, sitting in such a lively lobby, the steaming white mist is not only him.

It turned out that this is the fairyland.

Su Qinian had a clear understanding in his heart, he went downstairs and walked into the mist overflowing from the steamer.

After waiting for a while, he found a vacant seat. He sat down under Xiao Er's call, and took out some porcelain bowls with missing corners and cloth in his arms, put them on the table, and ordered a bowl of fish soup noodles, A stack of hot dried shredded rice, a cage of steamed buns filled with soup, and a pot of freshly brewed jasmine tea.

The inn lobby was full of voices, and various voices intertwined. Su Qinian smiled, and the long knife behind his back blew faintly.

What a belated shot.

"Amitabha."

Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, and saw a black monk's robe in front of him.

The young monk looked very handsome, with deep eyes. The evil spirit that Su Qinian had seen before had subsided. He walked in like an ordinary monk, and just sat down at Su Qinian's table under the suspicious gaze of Xiao Er. .

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"I thought you were dead." Su Qinian said lightly.

"The benefactor is not dead, and the monk is not yet detached, how could he die?"

The young disciple of the evil Buddha looked calm and calm, but compared to when Su Qinian first saw him, there seemed to be some changes.

That's right, it's popularity, Su Qinian thought so, but he was still evil, he just knew how to restrain himself in front of ordinary people.

As for his cultivation, Su Qinian found that although he improved quickly, this disciple of the evil Buddha seemed to improve even faster. He hadn't seen him for a while, and he seemed to have jumped a ravine, stepped into the realm of third-rate success, and even More than that, he has gone a long way on the road to the third-rate Dacheng.

This kind of cultivation is nothing to an ordinary third-rate master, but like this disciple of the evil Buddha, who has also penetrated a secret hole, he cannot be underestimated. In terms of cultivation alone, except for not awakening the original source, it is already no worse than a second-rate master The Dragon and Tiger Realm masters are not a bit inferior.

In fact, Su Qinian couldn't figure it out, how could such an evil young monk get the inheritance of "The Body of the Third Ming King" from Daming Temple in Yangzhou? Could he really be a disciple of Daming Temple?

What's more, Su Qinian has never heard of such a masculine and pure Buddhist martial arts such as "Conquering the Body of the Third Ming King" so evilly.

"Don't you want me to have a bite?" the disciple of the evil Buddha said suddenly.

Su Qinian stared at his face that looked white and not dirty at all, until the disciples of the evil Buddha got a little annoyed, and said, "What are you looking at! Although I wanted to kill you, but I haven't done it yet, you should feel lucky. Treat me to a meal, and I will definitely be gentler."

What he said seemed to have the greatest truth in the world, but Su Qinian's mouth twitched slightly, and finally he pushed the steamed steamed buns filled with soup on the table to him, and said flatly, "You are so cheeky." thick."

The disciple of the evil Buddha, who was dressed in an ink-like monk's robe, sneered, grabbed a small steamed bun, and it wasn't too hot, so he stuffed it into his mouth. Do you want to eat?"

Su Qinian was indifferent, apparently unwilling to talk to him, seeing this, the young monk snorted softly, and buried his head indifferently.

It wasn't until half a stick of incense that he raised his head again, ignoring Su Qinian's darkened face. At this moment, except for the fish soup noodles that Su Qinian took a sip of, the cups and plates on the table were messed up and swept away.

It was only at this time that Su Qinian looked at him seriously and said, "Are you a monk?"

The young disciple of the evil Buddha said coldly: "Although the way is different, I am also a disciple of Buddhism."

So Su Qinian pointed to the table and said with a sneer: "Except for the wine and meat monk who has no family background, I have never seen Buddhist disciples eat meat. What about the precepts? What about the clear rules? Eaten by dogs?"

The Evil Buddha disciple's eyes froze when he heard the words, and then his face flushed slightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not because you invited me to this breakfast, I will send you on your way now."

Su Qinian was not moved at all, and said calmly: "If you were sure, you wouldn't be sitting here now."

Hearing this, the eyes of the young disciple of the evil Buddha turned cold. He stared at Su Qinian, and after ten breaths, he took a deep breath and said, "It's meaningless to argue with each other, but since you insulted me, you have to pay the price." In this way, the little monk still lacks a vessel for alms, and your bowl seems to be good, so it is an apology to the little monk."

As the young monk spoke, he grabbed the corner of the table with one hand. (Genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu, please guarantee the monthly pass, Khan, we have to stay in the top [-] this month no matter what.)

(End of this chapter)