Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 63 Long Dao Ming, Li Qinghe

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Ding!

When the fingertips collided with the sword body, there was a sound of gold and iron.

The swordsman was a little dazed, and then he saw an index finger magnified in front of his eyes, and the crimson glow was like a glow, like a round of rising sun tearing apart the night, dispelling the evil spirits, and illuminating the four poles of the world.

puff!

A little blood spattered, Su Qinian withdrew his hands, and saw the black-clothed figure in front of him fell to the ground like mud.

Bang!

Behind him, the soil on the ground exploded, followed by the tip of Lan Wangwang's knife, touching the corner of his clothes.

call!

In the next instant, the masked eyes were dull, because the poisonous knife tip pierced the young man's back, and that figure shattered like the surface of a lake.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, and the assassin turned around abruptly, only to see the same index finger, the tip of which was as red as a glow, crowding the entire world.

puff!

Another blood flower bloomed, and Su Qinian didn't even look at it. One arm was like a phantom, and four half-inch-long blood finger lights followed, tearing the air, piercing through the four directions, and sinking into the ground.

After a few breaths, blood gushed out from the hole in the ground. Su Qinian raised his foot and stamped violently, and the surrounding mud exploded, revealing four similarly masked figures in black.

Without removing the veils of these people, Su Qinian understood that these people are not ordinary martial artists, but trained assassins. From the direction and angle of their shots, especially the sword moves, it can be seen that, There is no fancy, it is specially streamlined for killing people. Although it is a basic knife and sword technique, every move and every style is tricky and ruthless, and it is aimed at the vital point. If you are involved in martial arts, you will not give such pointers, not the Dao.

The only thing that can be compared with it is the generals in the army, but that is a move that has been honed in bloody battles on the ever-changing battlefield. Compared with them, these few people are a little less tragic and always walking Intuition on the verge of life and death.

"If I hadn't obtained the "Ecstasy Dafa" and hadn't cultivated this mental power, if I wanted to avoid today's killing round, I would probably have to pay the price in blood."

Su Qinian's eyes sparkled with coldness. It seems that some news from Wudang Mountain has not been fully spread recently. It is just that the six assassins who have completed the seventh level of "Galloping Horse Strength" will not be so simple next time.

……

At the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Before untying the sword stone, Su Qinian looked at the long knife full of rust again. He asked the two disciples on duty, but they didn't get any definite explanation. He only knew that the knife seemed to have been here two thousand years ago. Over the years, even Wudang's top Yuanshen masters in the past dynasties have tried, but no one can pull it out.

Su Qinian always has an inexplicable feeling, he sees the long knife covered in dust, touched by spiritual power, it seems that an ancient soul is sleeping in it.

into the night.

In Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian was sitting cross-legged in front of a bonfire, Qingyu and Qingye had not heard from each other yet, now, this Qingyang Palace was deserted and empty, only him.

He thought of his life in Chang'an City in the past. Although there were many dignitaries there, his father was only a mere arsenal editor, and he was trembling all day long, like walking on thin ice. Killing people invisible, throughout the ages, no matter what life they are in, they cannot escape.

His father, Su Wangsheng, also lamented that when he studied hard in the cold window, for the honor of his ancestors, for "the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and he can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day", he really stepped into that world, but he yearned for the ordinary, yearning for the time of begging for Ming and begging for the year. , the braised pork is particularly sweet during the New Year and festivals. Although the days are bitter, the whole body is quiet.

Now, Su Qinian thinks back to the day last year. As the winter solstice approached, his mother, Su, began to roll out dough and prepare to make dumplings. The whole family gathered around the table, without servants, and did it by themselves. On the day of the winter solstice, a pot was full of dumplings. Do not stay.

The only regret is that my father did not come back that night.The winter solstice is approaching, and the arsenal is approaching the end of the twelfth lunar month. It is a huge project to check for omissions and make up for vacancies in the arsenal. My father repairs it overnight in the arsenal.

Slowly, the bonfire swayed, Su Qinian's gaze became incomparably fierce, and a somewhat depressing breath spread out, making the flames in front of him flickering.

"I don't care about good and evil in the world, and I don't care about the darkness and light of the world. I don't look at the changing situation in Chang'an, nor the vicissitudes of life in the world. But if my Su family can't be consummated in the end, don't blame me for marking the Jinluan Palace in the future."

Su Qinian exhaled, his voice was not high, but it contained an extremely steadfast will, which affected the spiritual power in the ancestral orifice courtyard, and the illusory knife shadow that had been silent for many days trembled slightly, even with the The green iron long knife also produced a long buzzing sound.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, behind the Untie Sword Stone.

The long knife that had been silent for thousands of years, the mottled rust on the blade silently peeled off a piece the size of a fingernail, revealing a tiny blade as deep as the night, which seemed to swallow up all the light in this world.

Qingyang Palace.

Seeing the weeds flying in the cold wind outside the palace, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the palace gate.

A stern-looking young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a black cloth robe, with his forearm bare, dragged an unusually thin white iron long knife nearly five feet long, and walked in.

"Li Qinghe, enlighten me."

Twenty feet away, the young man spoke, his tone was very blunt, and he seemed to seldom speak.

Seeing his pale face, Su Qinian could imagine that he must have experienced a tragic battle not long ago and lost a lot of blood, and he has not fully recovered yet.

Su Qinian has always heard the name of Li Qinghe in Xiaoyao Valley. This legendary figure who firmly holds the top spot by the waterfront is the only son of Marquis Mingyang. He has been in Xiaoyao Valley for eight years and has never been able to shake him. its status.

Li Zhenan, the Sword of Surging Waves and Waves, was one of the fifth-rank generals who guarded the North Sea Pass. Tens of thousands of people were slaughtered in that battle, which shocked the government and the public. It was in that battle that he reached the first-class Hunyuan state, and the original Surging Waves Slashing Sword was also promoted. The sword light was so strong that it illuminated dozens of miles of sea area, and finally cut the opponent under the sword, and both body and spirit disappeared.

But the only thing Su Qinian didn't expect was that, as the only son of such a generation of masters of swordsmanship, Li Qinghe would actually use a saber, a five-foot broadsword with an extremely thin blade and an extremely wide blade.

"You are injured." Su Qinian said.

"Wudang has no swords. My late father commented on the world's swordsmanship, but said that Wudang's "Xiu Ming Dao" in the past can be ranked among the top ten in the world."

Li Qinghe's eyes were bright, even a little hot, and he said: "My knife is too much to bear."

With a sigh, Su Qinian stood up. Back then Li Zhenan was a sword idiot, but his only son became a sword idiot. As for Li Qinghe's words about his late father, after the First World War, Li Zhenan was stripped of his armor the next day and escorted back to Beijing. On the seventh day, he was sent to the tiger's head, and died with the anger of the people.

"My knife is easy to get out." Su Qinian still shook his head.

Li Qinghe frowned and said, "Conditions."

He is straightforward. Although he is crazy, he is not irrational. On the contrary, when he was in the North Sea frontier, he saw all kinds of life and death, and the warmth and coldness of human feelings. Few things escaped his eyes.

"I win. In the future, you will build a foundation and enter my gate of Qingyang Peak."

Su Qinian also spoke bluntly, no matter what, this person's talent and savvy are absolutely extraordinary, and he can suppress the heirs of the official families in Xiaoyao Valley. It also shows that he is extraordinary, and his spirit is quite high. He does not want to build a foundation with the seventh-level "Turtle and Snake Kungfu".

Such a person, Su Qinian is not willing to let go. With the help of the name of Qingyang Peak, he naturally has to do his best. He believes that what he gets is what he needs to pay. Approved as well. (The second is even later, I went out to download it, but I think this chapter feels good, Jianghu martial arts, this is the feeling of ten steps, please recommend tickets, please collect.)

(End of this chapter)