Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 54: Chiyang Posture
"kill!"

Zhong Lin leaped into the crowd and slashed the air with the ghost-head knife in his hand. The air around him was squeezed out, forming a brief vacuum. Then a white streak flashed by, and a guard in front of him was directly ripped open.

The power of the sword is so strong and fierce.

At this moment, Zhong Lin and the long sword in his hand seemed to be integrated into one, and the sword light followed wherever his mind went.

This is the charm of the full-level "Wind-Breaking Sword Technique", reaching the realm of the creator.

Man and sword are one, a master of swordsmanship.

A ferocious smile appeared on Zhong Lin's lips. As he took a step, power surged and the sword flashed like a thread. He was invincible and no one could stop him.

kill.

jump.

Draw the knife.

Kill again.

Zhong Lin in the crowd was like a monkey, his sword was as sharp as a sword, his aura was tragic, and his momentum was getting heavier and heavier.

The other five masked men were equally unwilling to be outdone, and each used their own methods to kill these guards.

Among these five men in black, three are masters of the seventh level of Bone Tempering Realm like Zhong Lin. They possess a strength of thousands of pounds, and each of their moves contains immense power.

Although the other two were only at the eighth level of Yi Jin Realm, their punches were as fast as the wind and as swift as arrows, and combined with the weapons in their hands, they were equally powerful.

In just a moment, more than a dozen guards who stayed behind to cover the retreat all died.

"Chase!"

Someone shouted, and the six people continued to chase in the direction of Du Chong without stopping.

……

"Master, hurry up. The city gate is not far ahead. Meixian Zun will definitely save us. We will be able to escape soon."

There was joy in Yunye's voice.

"Okay, Yunye, don't worry. After today's disaster, I will definitely not treat you unfairly."

As expected of someone who had received an elite education since childhood, Du Chong was still instinctively making empty promises at this time.

But at this moment, he was panting heavily, with sweat on his forehead, disheveled hair, and blood all over his body. He no longer had the image of a handsome gentleman as before.

Just when the two were happy, a black light broke through the air and attacked.

"Ah! My legs."

Du Chong screamed and fell to the ground, blood flowing from his calf. A caltrop had pierced his calf directly.

"Son..."

Yunye quickly stopped.

Swish!
Six figures came one after another and surrounded Du Chong and Yun Ye.

Everyone held a weapon in their hands, and pairs of cold eyes looked over.

"Sir, step back."

Yun Ye stood in front of Du Chong with a serious expression, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, glanced at the six masked men, and a feeling of despair enveloped his heart.

"Sir, please take good care of my wife and children."

After saying that, he tapped his toes, his body floated up, and rushed towards Zhong Lin like flying. With a slash of his sword, he split Huashan Mountain with force.

Zhong Lin: “…”

Damn it, why did you choose me out of all the people? Am I easy to bully?
Zhong Lin took a step forward, but instead of moving forward, he retreated. His body was like a willow swaying in the wind. He dodged the knife by simply moving to the side, and at the same time, he gently supported himself with his right hand.

"Instant kill technique." A sword shadow flashed by, and a short blade appeared out of thin air in Zhong Lin's hand. The short blade gently scratched Yunye's throat.

puff!

It took almost no effort, and with a crisp sound, blood spurted out. Yunye, who was in mid-air, fell directly to the ground. He covered his throat with his hands, but could not stop the blood from splashing.

"Gulu gulu."

Although the expressions of the other masked men could not be seen, the horror in their eyes was evident.

They knew Yun Ye, the guardian of the black market, a powerful man in the seventh level of Bone Tempering Realm, but now he was killed in one blow. They couldn't even see how Zhong Lin drew his sword, which made them instantly alert, fearing that Zhong Lin would monopolize Du Chong.

As if they had telepathy, the five masked men looked at each other, tilted their bodies slightly, moved their feet slightly, and slowly formed a united force.

Zhong Lin raised his hand and made a knife flower. Under the shock of the force, the blood on the knife rolled down like dewdrops. With a slight shake of his wrist, the short blade disappeared again, as if it was just an illusion.

He raised his head and glanced at everyone, then sneered in a hoarse, old voice, "The skills are not gold or silver treasures that can be copied. I don't want to be your enemy, so you two go and search yourselves."

Zhong Lin pointed at the only two eighth-grade warriors and asked them to search Du Chong's body.

Faced with Zhong Lin, the strongest man, the two men did not dare to refuse and quickly stepped forward to search him.

The other three seventh-grade warriors also breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were not afraid of Zhong Lin if they cooperated, they did not want to offend such a strong man.

Du Chong, who was slumped on the ground, had his calf shot through. Now his last guard Yun Ye was also killed. Yun Ye was only an eighth-grade warrior, and his heart was already filled with despair.

Faced with the two people who came to search him, he subconsciously raised his sword to meet them, but he was easily captured.

One of the masked men snorted coldly and stepped directly on Du Chong's injured calf. A shrill scream came out of his mouth.

After searching for a while, they found a book from Du Chong's chest, with the words "Chiyang Zhuang Gong" written on it in large letters.

As the book was found, Zhong Lin could clearly feel that the black people around him were breathing faster.

"Yes, yes, it's the Zhuang Gong, that's the Zhuang Gong. It's said that the martial arts of the middle third grade are no longer dynamic exercises like the lower third grade, but static exercises. They use Zhuang Gong to sense the Qi and blood, nourish it, strengthen it, and then condense it. That's right, this is the middle third grade blood coagulation method, the blood coagulation method I have been searching for for twenty years."

One of the masked men was so excited that his body was shaking, and there was even a hint of tears in his tone, which was a sign of extreme excitement.

The only two eighth-rank warriors subconsciously opened the secret book, but then their expressions changed and they shouted angrily, "The secret book has been tampered with."

"what?"

"how come?"

"Let me see."

This sentence aroused everyone's excitement, and several people even tried to snatch the secret book.

"enough."

Zhong Lin roared, calming everyone's emotions.

"Bring it to me and see."

The man hesitated for a moment and then threw the secret book in his hand over. Zhong Lin reached out to take it and opened it directly.

The secret book was only a dozen pages long, but as soon as he opened it, he smelled the scent of ink, which made Zhong Lin feel depressed.

The smell of ink means that this secret book was copied recently.

Opening the secret book, most of the front part is illustrations. It is indeed as the person just said, it is not a boxing exercise like "Iron Mountain Kung Fu", but a series of standing postures.

The next two pages are all text descriptions. At a glance, you can tell that this is a breathing method that is combined with the standing meditation. However, many parts are covered with ink, making the text discontinuous.

Zhong Lin gave the secret book to another person with a gloomy face.

“It has indeed been altered.”

(End of this chapter)