Peerless martial arts system

Chapter 142 Sweep
Everyone in the ruined temple knew that the strongest person here was Peng Donglai, the barefoot old man and the middle-aged man holding a sword. Now that two of them had expressed their views, they turned their attention to Peng Donglai.

Peng Donglai didn't get up, and the people around him didn't move either.

"Cunning old thing."

The barefoot old man secretly slandered.

The other party obviously wants to reap the benefits of the fisherman, but he has reached an agreement with the middle-aged man holding the sword, so he is not afraid of Peng Donglai's intrusion.

In short, the kid surnamed Shi today will undoubtedly die!

"Boy, hand over the copper stone wisely."

"Do you think that one person can block everyone?"

Seeing that the barefoot old man and the middle-aged man holding a sword were ready to fight, other small groups also stood up to join in the fun.Maybe if they perform well, they can also get a copper stone.

There was a lot of commotion here, attracting people from outside the ruined temple to flock here.

"Haha, it's that kid, I want to see how he dies."

A man with a fleshy face laughed loudly, it was the one who was slapped flying by Shi Xiaole's palm.

Pop, pop, pop.

Shi Xiaole flicked his sleeves, and a dozen copper stones fell to his feet, and said: "The copper stones are here, if you want them, you can get them yourself."

"Let's go together."

"Slaughter this arrogant thing first."

This look of ignoring everything immediately angered many people.

More than a dozen low-level masters of the gas-receiving realm attacked Shi Xiaole from all directions at the same time.The churning energy turned into a gust of wind, blowing the bonfire in the temple.

This kind of siege stance, even a fifth-layer master of Na Qi would not dare to be careless, he had to retreat to avoid being hit.

Stepping slightly, Shi Xiaole rose across the sky like a wild goose, but just after rising half a foot, his body suddenly spun, throwing out a circular knife light.

Chi Chi Chi.

"what……"

Amidst the screams, the besieged dozen or so people fell to the ground directly, trembling with their arms folded.

"Anyone who dares to touch me will die."

Suddenly, a icy sword light pierced the night and shot straight at Shi Xiaole.

The middle-aged man holding the sword made a move.

From the inner hall of the ruined temple to the outer courtyard, there is a distance of five zhang.If you were an ordinary person, you would never have imagined that the middle-aged man holding a sword could move so fast, let alone react.

But who is Shi Xiaole?

His mind had already locked onto the opponent, and he slashed out without even thinking about it.

Keng!
Amid the terrifying clash of swords, the two flew back at the same time.

"It was two times."

The middle-aged man holding the sword did not expect Shi Xiaole to be able to block this blow, after being a little surprised, he smiled coldly, and stabbed out with the long sword, fast and slow.

Many people felt very uncomfortable when they saw this kind of sword technique.

Even the barefoot old man and Peng Donglai showed serious expressions.

In martial arts competitions, the sense of rhythm is very important.But the swordsmanship of the middle-aged man holding a sword seems to be born with an ability to destroy the sense of rhythm, making it difficult for people to exert their strength.

Move the sword quickly and slowly.

Although swordsmanship is third-rate, it also depends on when it is used.

The middle-aged man holding a sword is confident. Most people would be at a loss when faced with this kind of swordsmanship at first, but when they reacted, the situation was already under his control.

"Since it's swordsmanship, I'll use swordsmanship to deal with you."

At the same time as inserting the knife into its sheath, Shi Xiaole drew out the sword with his right hand, making two sounds, the sense of rhythm was chaotic.

It's a pity that it's not Shi Xiaole who is in trouble, but the middle-aged man holding a sword.

"what?!"

The barefoot old man and Peng Donglai's expressions changed at the same time.

The swordsmanship that made them all a little jealous, was broken so easily?

Soon, the shock on the faces of the two became more and more intense.Because they discovered that middle-aged people holding swords were suppressed.

Compared with the fast, slow and light sword that destroys the rhythm, Shi Xiaole's sword moves can only be described as casual and casual, without the so-called sense of rhythm at all.

In other words, Shi Xiaole's sense of rhythm is too strong, so strong that the middle-aged man holding a sword can't destroy it, but he is brought into the rhythm instead.

"How could this be?"

The middle-aged man holding the sword stared angrily, unable to believe what he had experienced.

"Hurry up Xuanyuan Slash!"

Suddenly, he shouted loudly, and the long sword slashed out with a strange speed, drawing a bright sword light.

The sword light is extremely sharp, and it has the charm of breaking through everything.What surprised Shi Xiaole the most was that the energy coming from the opponent was very pure, like a steel plate.

Strength is born from strength, which clearly shows that the internal strength of the middle-aged man holding a sword is also many times purer than that of ordinary people.

No matter how simple martial arts are, it is not easy to practice them to the extreme.But it is obvious that the middle-aged man holding a sword has cultivated a set of third-rate upper-grade internal skills to a perfect state.

This makes his internal strength much stronger than that of ordinary sixth-layer Qi-sufficiency masters.

Shi Xiaole finally understood where the initial sense of threat came from.

It's a pity that his internal strength has also improved a lot now, and with the ultimate move, he is not afraid of anyone present at all.

"A silver lining."

With calm eyes, Shi Xiaole swung Zixia's magic power to the limit, and swung a sword.

The blue and purple long sword brushed lightly along the opponent's sword edge, and a bloodstain was drawn on the shoulder of the middle-aged man holding the sword amidst the chi-chi sparks.

boom!
Just as the sword was getting old, a broken iron axe on the top of his head smashed angrily, bringing about a violent roar.

Seeing that the middle-aged man holding the sword couldn't stop it, the barefoot old man made a move.

In terms of internal strength, the barefoot old man was three points stronger than the middle-aged man holding a sword, and taking advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack, everyone thought that Shi Xiaole would die under this stick.

The big-eyed girl even screamed.

"not good."

Peng Donglai raised his hand, intending to stop it.For one thing, he was not in harmony with the barefoot old man.Secondly, he didn't want Shi Xiaole to die in vain, it's too pity.

"The sneak attack method is too low-level."

If it was a sneak attack with pupil technique, or a sneak attack with hidden weapons in a large area, Shi Xiaole might still have some scruples.A sneak attack like the barefoot old man is useless to him.

Zixia's magical power was running at full strength, and a layer of purple internal force burst out from the body.

clang!
The barefoot old man was horrified, he switched from smashing to blocking, and the attack couldn't help but stall.

"This kid is hard to deal with, let's go together!"

The middle-aged man with a sword in his hand completely lost his composure. While shouting at the barefoot old man, he had already used his ultimate move and charged forward.

The barefoot old man stabilized his figure, also waved his iron staff, and attacked Shi Xiaole from the other side.

clang clang clang...

Three figures criss-crossed in the ruined temple, you came and went, and the vigor collided with each other, causing the straw, bonfire, and sand on the ground to fly.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Those who once thought about plotting against Shi Xiaole were even more frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, fortunately, he didn't attack that kid, otherwise there would be no way out.

"His martial arts..."

The girl with big eyes opened her mouth wide, her expression extremely astonished.She had thought about countless possibilities, but she never thought that such a scene would happen tonight.

"Heroes are born in youth, this is indeed true."

Peng Donglai dissipated his energy in a slumped manner.

With his eyesight, it is natural to see that Shi Xiaole still won't fall behind in a one-on-two match, and he doesn't need anyone's help at all.

"Young man, I offended you before, how about we shake hands and make peace?"

Fighting nearly a hundred moves, the barefoot old man became more and more frightened as he fought, he shouted at Shi Xiaole loudly.

The opponent's internal strength, body skills, and swordsmanship are all flawless, and the coordination between them is even more seamless. How can they fight?
"Okay, you can cripple one arm and one leg first."

Shi Xiaole said coldly.

If his strength is low tonight, there is absolutely only one dead end.Since the other party is merciless, there is no need for him to be polite.

"Too deceiving!"

How could the barefoot old man accept this condition, his cloudy eyes gleamed fiercely, and he suddenly called out to Peng Donglai: "Brother Peng, cooperate with the old man, and you will get half of the copper and stone."

Peng Donglai smiled dismissively, showing no intention of making a move.

Ouch!
It was another move collision.

The barefoot old man shot towards the outside of the ruined temple with the force of thrust, and shouted ferociously: "Puppy, I will remember what happened tonight."

"What's the use of remembering?"

Putting the sword into its sheath, Shi Xiaole drew it out, the sword switched so fast that it almost left an afterimage in the air.Before the afterimage dissipated, his men had already soared into the sky, slashing at the barefoot old man with the snow-cutter knife held high.

The tenth style of the bloody battle, the tenth style, dominates the world.

boom!
The iron staff was directly chopped off by the snow-splitting knife. The knife continued to cut across, obliterating his neck in the terrified eyes of the barefoot old man.

The middle-aged man holding the sword was scared out of his wits, but just as he moved his feet, the world in front of him suddenly stopped.

No, how did I see my back.He yelled in his heart, and his head rolled to the ground.

Quiet.

Absolute silence.

Inside and outside the ruined temple, there were only the sound of people's heavy breathing and the sound of the bonfire burning.

The man with a swollen face swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and wanted to run away immediately, but he was afraid of attracting others' attention, so his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

His three brothers were also trembling, fearing that Shi Xiaole would make trouble for them.

Two copper stones were found from the middle-aged man holding a sword and the barefoot old man, Shi Xiaole shook his head in disappointment.

No wonder, this group of people are so envious of their copper stones, and with the strength of these two people, they only got two pieces. It is estimated that everyone else is busy in vain.

Even if someone got it, they must have left quietly.

As for the cheat book, Shi Xiaole hasn't touched it for a long time.

Most of the Jiang Hu people, of course, would not destroy cheat books at will, but they would not carry them with them, so as not to make others cheaper.

It can only be said that his several encounters in the Cloud Triangle were very lucky.

Ignoring the others, Shi Xiaole sat back in his seat, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.He killed all the people who shot just now, and he didn't bother to kill those who could only shout.

Seeing this, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, quickly backed away as if avoiding an evil star, and never dared to look at Shi Xiaole again.

In the next few days, Shi Xiaole went out early and returned late, and found [-] more black crystals in a row.But he knew that this was basically the limit.

Even if there are still, with his current attainments in Dianshi, it is estimated that he will not be able to find them.

"Thirteen black crystals should be enough for me to break through."

Shi Xiaole's cultivation at this moment has reached the limit of the first level of energy absorption, just like the water in a water glass, it only needs a little external force to overflow.

So he decided to leave Yuanshi Township, find a quiet place, and make a breakthrough in one fell swoop.

"Young man, this..."

Looking at the three copper stones in his hand, Peng Donglai was at a loss.

"The old man was going to rescue me that night, thank you."

Smiling, Shi Xiaole turned around and left, leaving Peng Donglai, the master and his disciples with an unforgettable back view.

"What a strange person."

The big-eyed girl murmured, feeling a little lost.

　ps: Thanks to the book friend 'Phantom-Bing Xin' for the reward, thank you very much!
　　
　
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