Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 244 The Eighth Knife

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The foundation of the ninth floor of the "Hao Ran Jue" of the Royal Academy, with Li Haobai's internal cultivation at this time, in the eyes of the void, it is no less than ordinary second-rate and high-level internal masters.

"The little monk lost."

The void is very straightforward, he got out of the way, this is the real proud figure of the younger generation, he didn't lose in martial arts moves, on the contrary, "Conquering the Third Ming King" is really a superb martial art, although he doesn't understand it deeply, it is enough to compare with the future Compared with the magic-suppressing spear techniques that gave birth to martial arts, the difference in cultivation level between them is too great to make up for.

Su Qinian finally put down the broom in his hand, Monk Kong Kong's probing was not useless, at least it made him see some reality.

He turned his backhand to the handle of the knife behind him.

At the same time, an unspeakable edge of the Dao of the Blade began to rise.

Li Haobai stopped, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, the sharpness of this saber was beyond his imagination, his eyes fell on the red gold hilt behind Su Qinian's back, he understood it, and then stretched out his hand to grab it , The Suppressing Demon Spear blew softly, broke through the ground, flew in the air, and fell into his palm.

The blood-colored spear was pointed at a distance, and a spear sharpness that was not weaker than Su Qinian burst out of the body.

scoff!

The two invisible sharp rays collided at a distance of more than ten feet, between Su Qinian and Li Haobai, the air was torn apart, a vacuum world appeared, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The void changed slightly. The two people's comprehension of the two ways of swords and guns was somewhat beyond his imagination. The most important thing, whether it was the sharpness of the way of the gun or the way of the sword, they needed sufficient internal cultivation to support them. Only a sufficiently deep mental power can be transformed into such a substantial offensive power.

As for Li Haobai, Kongkong didn't care. This young spear master is the true biography of Confucianism and Taoism. Seniors, there are few opponents.

But in the year of Su Qi, he was a little surprised. Although the tenth level of top-level foundation building skills is no small matter, but a mere [-] serious cultivation bases, at most it can be compared to ordinary masters who have just entered the second-rate dragon and tiger realm. But right now From the edge of the Dao of the Blade bursting out from his body, Kong Kong sensed a powerful true energy that was beyond his imagination.

boom!

The next moment, almost at the same time, Li Haobai and Su Qinian moved.

In an instant, the two of them spanned over ten feet between each other. The blood-colored demon-suppressing gun was like a dragon, and the red-gold long knife was out of its sheath, shining like lightning.

clang!

A loud noise turned into a grand sound wave, like a bronze bell in an ancient temple, and was transmitted far away.

Outside the alley, some disciples from the outer courtyard of the Royal Academy were surprised. They heard the roar of guns and such a fierce collision. Could it be that the smallest dragon in their outer courtyard encountered an opponent.

Boom!

Su Qinian fell seven feet away, and landed with one foot, leaving a footprint that was an inch deep on the unusually hard bluestone slab.

Li Haobai took half a step back, but his eyes were bright, and he shouted: "What a life-saving knife, the outer courtyard of the Royal Academy, Li Haobai asks for advice!"

Woo!

The Suppressing Demon Spear whimpered, Li Haobai's body was like a sharp arrow, and a dazzling blazing light shot out from the blood-colored crystal-clear Demon Suppressing Gun. The milky-white awe-inspiring true energy, majestic and majestic, seemed to envelop all the light in the world, and the tip of the gun spat out The blazing gun gas was three feet long, scorching hot, and wrapped around it with a milky white flame.

"Blue Blood Pill Fire!"

The void showed a strong color of fear. This is the real fire of Confucianism and Taoism, the original flame born after the second-rate dragon and tiger masters awakened the source of true energy, especially the Confucian and Taoist Jade Blood Pill Fire, also known as the small light fire. It can purify all demons and evil spirits in the world, and keep righteousness forever.

Clang!

Su Qi's saber trembled in his old age, and the blazing sun's saber aura burst out, although it was only nearly two feet long, but with the condensed saber aura, a false flame like sunlight floated on the saber body, although it was not real, it was very radiant The scorching breath that came out was no weaker than that of the Jade Blood Pill Fire.

This knife is Xiu Ming's seventh knife.

Following Su Qinian's slash, the aura of the primordial origin of the heavens and the earth hangs down, with countless threads, this amazing power of swallowing, not to mention the void, even Li Haobai is slightly startled.

A Hunyuan Qi knife that can be as long as ten feet is formed. With the infusion of Su Qinian's true energy, it instantly assimilates and becomes a blazing bright yellow bright knife. When the knife falls, Su Qinian's eyes are blazing, and the true meaning of the knife technique is boundless freedom Burst out, although the true meaning of the Suppressing Demon Spear is condensed, and even Li Haobai has comprehended the mystery contained in the source of righteousness, and is about to be born out of martial arts, but it can't stop Su Qinian's true meaning of the Suppressing Sword at this time, accompanied by endless freedom. True meaning, and endless vitality.

clang!clang!clang!

One gun and one knife collided with tens of hundreds of blows in an instant, and the guns fired and knives screamed in a line. Where the knives and guns collided, sparks scattered around the vacuum barrier, and finally swayed fine ripples.

Su Qinian was retreating, while Li Haobai drove straight in, and the two of them had already fallen into the Taoist temple during the collision of swords and guns.

Every time the red gold long knife collided with the demon-suppressing gun, Su Qinian's complexion turned pale, and his whole body was shaken. The awe-inspiring true energy from Li Haobai was too powerful, it was crushed by pure power.

However, his eyes were extremely bright. Every time he took a shot, he felt that the Jinxing Zhenqi lingering on his shoulders was shaken away, falling into the sea of ​​dantian qi, and then swallowed by the life-saving furnace, refining it into the purest Yuan Qi Liquid.

boom!

Finally, the two exchanged hundreds of blows, and the life-threatening qi knife condensed by Su Qinian shattered, unable to withstand the sharp spear edge and the mighty awe-inspiring true energy.

Su Qinian sealed the town with his saber, and the tip of the spear landed on the blade. He only felt a strong force coming from him. His whole body was shaken, and he retreated more than ten feet one after another. His back hit a bluestone lampstand, and he stopped. body shape, and the nearly Zhang high bluestone lampstand cracked and fell apart.

Li Haobai stopped, pointed the blood-colored magic gun, frowned and said: "As expected, it is listed as the tenth life-saving knife in the world on the Feng Family Knife Stele. It's a pity that your foundation building is still young, you are not my opponent, quit, after today, this alley will be completely buried, and there will be no Taoist temple in the world."

Su Qinian didn't say a word, but just shook his head, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and with a sudden movement of footsteps, he appeared above Li Haobai's head.

So fast!

In an instant of extreme speed, Li Haobai's pupils shrank slightly.

Boom!

Su Qinian stepped on the void, but it was like hitting the essence. His whole body's aura suddenly rose. For a moment, Li Haobai only felt that the ground several feet around him was like a quagmire, as if a force of trapping was transmitted from under the ground. To imprison him where he is.

hold head high!

There was an inexplicable dragon chant, and at this moment, Li Haobai's eyes became serious. He seemed to see in the endless abyss, a cold iron chain pulled, and an evil dragon screamed, trapped and locked inside. After thousands of years, In the end it turned into a pile of dry bones.

"Town Dragon Pile"!

This is a world-shattering footwork inherited from the one-style subduing dragon palm. It can not only absorb the vitality of life under the earth, but also contains great offensive skills, which can suppress all enemies in the world and lock all directions.

At this moment, Su Qinian stepped on the dragon-suppressing stake, and the Xiuming Dao was no longer as flaming as before, but became ordinary. Only on the blade, the sunshine-like Qi of Xiuming became soft, and the qi that was swallowed by the tip of the blade became soft. The saber qi also seemed to have lost that sharp edge.

And the more so, the more dignified Li Haobai's eyes became, and even the void watching the battle not far away could not help showing a shock. From Su Qinian's knife, he seemed to have noticed something. It is hard to imagine that a ten-year-old A six-year-old boy can actually comprehend such a knife.

This knife is the eighth knife of Xiu Ming.

This knife does not seek light to break all evil, does not seek life, does not seek freedom, it is just a world of mortals, just an ordinary world.

This sword is a red dust sword, a sword technique that belongs to the world.

Suspending life in accordance with the sky, suppressing evil and promoting good, is also in the world.

Su Qinian's saber fell silently, where the blade passed, the vacuum distorted, creating fine ripples.

At the same time, in the ancestral orifice courtyard, the gods’ bodies were shining with silver light, and the fourth level of the perfect "Ecstasy Dafa" was running, and all the spiritual power was poured into the whole body, and the true meaning of the life-saving knife collapsed. Unlike before, Li Haobai only felt the suppression at this time What comes down is not just the true meaning of a sword technique, but the entire human world, the world of mortals.

"it is good!"

Li Haobai gave a loud shout, this plain and handsome young man burst out with a majestic awe-inspiring true energy, this awe-inspiring true energy was more powerful than before, obviously this one even if he was with Su Qi before Years of fighting, and never used all their strength.

Woo!

The blood-colored magic suppressing gun stirred in the thick air. Although he was trapped by Su Qinian's dragon-suppressing pile, Li Haobai still unswervingly fired his gun. With the milky white gun's breath, it belonged to the dragon-suppressing pile's power to seal the town It was pierced in an instant.

The demon-suppressing gun went up against the sky, and in the blood-colored gun shadow, Su Qinian seemed to see ghost shadows emerging, and then fell to the ground, blood staining the nine heavens.

This is an astonishing picture, the sincerity contained in this gun almost has a tendency to freeze the air, it is the trend of martial arts that is about to break through the ground.

boom!

When the knife and gun collided, a dazzling light burst out, and the magnificent impact sound spread for miles. Many disciples of the outer court of the Royal Academy waiting outside the alley couldn't help but change their faces. What's going on? Heir, the youngest young dragon has not defeated the opponent for such a long time.

And hearing the sounds, it is clear that they are in the middle of a fierce battle, the sound of metal and iron clashing is endless, and it is unknown how many moves have passed.

At one end of Huangdao Long Street, in the west of the city, in front of the golden nanmu gate, the standing ruler Li Yongqing frowned slightly. Looking at the other end of the long street, he actually blocked the magic suppressing gun. Although he was going to lose in the end, that one The boy who had never masked still made him feel a little surprised. This kind of talent and understanding, and even the adventure of fortune, may not be inferior to the eight young dragons in his outer courtyard, except that he has only practiced martial arts for a short time and his background is shallow. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, everyone, come and subscribe to the genuine version, it will be a boutique in a few dozen.)

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