These few times, the rabbits were rising and falling, and the lightning was shining. In just a few blink of an eye, two evil monks with fierce flames died on the spot. Whether it was Jingxin who was close to him or Kong Qingxia, Miaofa, Ni Hufa and others who were dozens of feet away, they all felt incredible. The martial arts of these two sword monks were only slightly inferior to Ni Hufa, and they were called first-class masters in the world. How could they die so quickly?!

Jingxin put his palms together and said in a trembling voice: "Donor, you, you killed two Buddhist disciples in a row. This is a great disrespect to Buddhism. Sin! "

Hu Xiaotian picked up the long sword and looked at her and said with a smile: "Jingxin Shen Ni, this second evil monk first hit your deadly golden needle, and then died under my fist. If you count it seriously, you have to bear at least half of the sin of killing."

Jingxin's face was pale, she proclaimed the Buddha's name and whispered: "Donor, Xiao Ni just wanted to subdue the evil people and had no intention of killing people. If you don't hit him hard, how could he die?"

Hu Xiaotian said: "Little nun, it is normal for the evil man to kill you and insult you. It is normal for you to fight back and kill them, so why should you feel guilty? Confucius once said, "Eye for an eye and an eye for an eye. Sometimes, killing one person is to save ten thousand people. Do you understand?"

Jingxin was stunned when she heard this and murmured: "Kill one person, save ten thousand people? Kill one person, save ten thousand people?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled slightly and asked directly: "Little nun, do you have pills for treating internal injuries?" He was at the limit of his sword to assassinate a monk, and then blocked the sword moves of another evil monk. His body was churning blood and his meridians were already injured. Although the battle just ended was short, the other party was all Buddhist masters. If the reaction was a little slow during the fight, he would be the one who was killed!

"Oh!" Jingxin came back to her senses, took out a bottle of pills honestly, and asked with concern: "Donor, can I take your pulse first? After taking the medicine, then apply the golden needle technique, which will be more effective."

Hu Xiaotian said: "No need. The enemy is here again in a blink of an eye, how can I have time to heal you?" As for the usage, I swallowed the medicine immediately. As for the remaining pills, I took it unceremoniously. He activated his true qi to dissolve the power of the medicine, and found that there were signs of connection between several acupoints. His spirit suddenly became excited, and the method of banning the fighting of the skill was indeed effective! He was secretly happy and suddenly felt that the true qi surged, and the meridians such as the Taiyin lung meridian of the hand and the Taiyin lung meridian were restored to the unblocking. He couldn't help but complain. Because of his special physique, although he had previously sealed some acupoints, the qi and blood swelled during the fierce battle, and the true qi rushed to the acupoints and forcibly broke the ban. This means that the method of banning the exercises by himself can only last for a short period of time. To use this method to break the lock, it is really troublesome to seal the acupoints before each battle.

You should know that his strength and strength are already the first-class in the world. He has practiced the eighth level of the World Destruction and Overlords, and has cultivated both inside and outside. Except for the few top masters, who can completely seal his acupoints? Especially those key acupoints that have been infused with the true qi of Xuanzong, even if they are pointed by the first-class masters, their finger strength will last for at most half an hour. The acupoints will be self-executed.

Because the two monks who used the sword were killed, Ni Hufa was frightened and furious. He thought that the task was almost certain to be sure was ruined by a young swordsman who appeared inexplicably. Could it be that bad luck is the worst? With the failure last night, how should he get in touch with him? Ni Hufa suddenly forced his way out to retreat. Kong Qingxia jumped and rushed straight towards Hu Xiaotian. He was cruel to kill the boy's life. Kong Qingxia did not dare to neglect the wonderful method, so he hurriedly chased. Unexpectedly, a stick monk jumped up and raised his stick to beat him, and stopped their movement.

Ni Hu's strength increased to 100%, and rushed over in a flash. He said grimly, "Boy, meddle in other people's business, come and take your life!" Hu Xiaotian said in a deep voice: "Not necessarily!" As he spoke, his sword technique was unfolded and he fought with Ni Guardian Dingdang. He only had a few moves to fight. Ni Guardian felt that his opponent's sword was tight and he felt a little familiar. He moved his heart and shouted: "So it's you!" Hu Xiaotian said, "It's me! I wonder what teachings Ni Guardian Dingdang have?"

The root of the right ear of Guard Ni immediately felt a stinging pain and shouted angrily: "Who is the surname Hu, which path do you come from? Why do you repeatedly ruin my good things?"

Hu Xiaotian said: "Anyway, the Qinglong Club is not the same as you!"

Guard Ni was angry and hated, and knew that it would be futile to fight any further. He immediately pulled out of the battle group and flew away slantedly, and issued a scream to notify his companions to retreat. The two stick monks were also decisive and immediately covered each other to retreat. Although the Taishan Sword Sect was eager, they were unable to intercept the other party, so they had to shout and scold the other party a few times and masturbate.

After joining with the two stick monks, Ni pointed at Hu Xiaotian viciously, made a throat-cutting gesture, and left with hatred.

Miaofa and Kong Qingxia flew over one after another to meet Hu Xiaotian. Miaofa praised him, but Kong Qingxia blushed and embarrassed. "Master!" Jingxin threw herself into Miaofa's arms. Thinking of those Taishan disciples who had dealt with powerful enemies but unfortunately died, she couldn't help sobbing. Miaofa sighed softly and touched her vest and comforted her. Kong Qingxia pretended not to see the broad-blade long sword in Hu Xiaotian's hand, and he was tactful and did not ask why the other party knew the magic weapon.

As the sky fell, he laughed dryly: "Young Master Hu raised his hand to kill the evil monk and forced Ni Zhentao, one of the twelve guardians of the Qinglong Society, was indeed an amazing young hero, and admired him!" He once said wildly that he wanted to teach the other party a lesson, but at this time he realized that this young man's martial arts skills were unfathomable and his attitude was immediately different. If he knew that Hu Xiaotian had not only defeated Ni Zhentao, but also killed another guardian of the Qinglong Society, he was afraid that his chin would be dislocated.

Hu Xiaotian said lightly: "What's the point of being a little bit? Kong Daxia, I think you will either enter the epidemic area as soon as possible or send a message to invite experts to help, otherwise it will be difficult to get rid of the entanglement of the Qinglong Society." They had a group of Miaoma masters and disciples to press the formation, so they were naturally not afraid of the epidemic when they were infected, but who among the experts of the Qinglong Society dared to break into the epidemic area and die? Even if they were the masters of the four great generals, if they had not reached the level of indestructible Vajra, they would still be at risk of death when they were infected.

Kong Qingxia said with a shameless face: "Dare you ask where Mr. Hu wants to go? Can you escort us into Bozhou?"

Hu Xiaotian shook his head and said, "I want to change my way to Xuzhou, and I will not be with you. I will not be with you anymore. Ni Zhentao returned in a defeat and needs time to reorganize his manpower. He will not show up in the short term. Your safety should be fine." The wonderful method, Jingxin, etc. are to save lives and heal the wounded and eliminate the epidemic, which is far from his purpose of banning merit and practicing.

Kong Qingxia was greatly disappointed and had no choice but to give up. At that moment, everyone reorganized the team, the injured changed to a carriage, and the dead buried them on the spot, and hurriedly set off for Bozhou. Before leaving, everyone thanked Hu Xiaotian and gave him a horse to carry on.

Hu Xiaotian did not refuse, but turned his horse on his back and ran towards the northeast.

After traveling for dozens of miles, he gradually saw a crowded village. Hu Xiaotian bought some dry food along the way to satisfy his hunger, and turned to the Guandao to travel. He entered the Shangqiu territory at dusk.

Seeing that it was getting late, Hu Xiaotian chose a slope close to the stream to rest. He took the materials locally, grabbed two big fish from the stream, cleaned them up, and raised a bonfire to barbecue. When the fragrance of grilled fish drifted with the wind, a few small beasts traveling at night were approaching, hiding in the grass and peeping. Hu Xiaotian rarely relaxed and enjoyed the grilled fish on his own, but unfortunately there was no spice and salt smell. The only thing was that beautiful.

Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded from afar, echoing in the night sky for a long time. Hu Xiaotian gently stretched, jumped up to the height of the branch, looking at it, but saw a fire flashing in the northeast, about five or six miles away. He couldn't help but feel curious, jumped to the ground to put out the bonfire, and ran away with light skills. He ran halfway through the way. Another scream ahead was shocked, heart-wrenching, as if someone was suffering from some kind of torture. He thought about it, slowed down his running speed, and sure enough, a third scream sounded again after a moment. It spread throughout the fields.

Hu Xiaotian had extraordinary eyesight and didn't need to get close to the scene ahead. He saw three fires lit in the sparse forest. A man in white was tied up under the tree with his limbs open and bleeding. His eyes were empty and he had been dug out. His head was hung up and his head was hung rapidly. A sharpened branch was inserted into his chest and abdomen, about two feet long, passing through his body. The blood twitched along the ends of the branches, forming a pool of dirty blood under his body. Two feet away, there was another man in black wearing a bronze mask, straight as a javelin, with a long sword on his back, playing with a few sharpened branches in his hand, with cold and ruthless eyes, and seemed to be burning with hatred. He obviously intended to torture the man in white and prevent him from dying easily. If he had not been extremely cold-hearted, he would have ulterior motives.

Hu Xiaotian was no longer an impulsive boy who had just started out. Seeing this, he felt suspicious and quietly jumped up to a big tree and watched silently among the branches and leaves.

Half an hour later, people flashed in the northwest, and seven masters rushed over, obviously attracted by the fire and screams. The man in black wearing a mask was extremely alert and had already hidden away without waiting for the people to approach. The masters believed that they had many people and did not deliberately hide their whereabouts. When they arrived at the edge of the forest, they saw the man in white covered with branches and dying, "It's Brother Nie!" "Brother Nie!" "Who tortured the disciples of this sect like this?" They rushed together, and three of them moved quickly and almost fell to the man in white in order. Bang! The moment they landed on the ground, the ground suddenly collapsed, and mud and smoke sprayed into the sky, covering the surroundings. In the smoke and dust in the sky, hidden weapons whizzed through the air, and sounded soaring.

“There are traps!”

Before the crying was over, someone was already screaming and fell into the bottom of the sunken pit. Then, even more harsh and sharp screams rang out. The remaining four people were shocked, turned over and jumped back, and pulled out weapons to protect their heads and chests, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The surroundings were quiet and nothing was unusual.

How dare the four of them be careless? They stood in a circle back to back, moved slowly under their feet to avoid the downwind. When the smoke and dust disappeared, they saw a large pit two meters long and ten meters wide under the tree, and rows of sharpened tree stumps were inserted into the bottom of the pit. The three people had previously been pierced by the stumps, struggling and twisting, and blood was flowing continuously.

Hu Xiaotian gasped. The three of them were good at it, but they could not avoid this crude trap. Either they had powerful drugs mixed in the smoke just now, or the hidden weapon suddenly activated was highly toxic, which made them lose their ability to move instantly. The man in black wearing a mask had a very deep calculation and even more poisonous means. He won three powerful enemies without a single move. He should have a good understanding of the other party's style of conduct and protective methods. If he doesn't move, he will be killed by blood. Such a person can be called a strong enemy!

The four of them walked around the tree, divided the work and carefully removed several hidden and undistributed mechanisms. After believing that they were safe and worry-free, they cut off the rope and lifted the man in white to the side. One of them held his vest to transport true energy, and the other asked loudly: "Brother Nie, who did the poisonous hand? Where did he go?" The man in white trembled all over and shouted with all his strength: "Poison, poison, I have poison!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two people who had touched his body just now had just finished speaking, and he screamed: "Poison, poison, poison, I have poison!"

He jumped up in surprise, and hurriedly raised his hands to check. He saw that his fingers and palms had dyed a light black layer, which penetrated into the depths of his skin and could not be wiped off no matter how hard he wiped it. The other two secretly complained that they were lucky, looked at each other, and decisively raised their weapons to chop off their wrists. They were going to use a move to "cut off their arm". The poisoned two people dodged in horror and shouted: "Are you crazy? Are there any antidote pills? Take it quickly!" Before the last moment, who would be willing to chop off their hands?

Everyone was in a hurry and didn't notice the enemy sneaking quietly. Suddenly, the sword light flashed suddenly, like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole, silently stabbing a poisoned master.

Hu Xiaotian was surprised. This move was actually the authentic Hengshan sword technique! Could it be that the man in black wearing a mask was a disciple of the Hengshan Sword Sect? Seeing that the sword angle was tricky and the casting was like lightning, he was deeply aware of the true meaning of Hengshan Sword Skill. If he was to use it, he would have done so. Who else in the Hengshan Sword Sect has such strength? With a thought, he slid down to the treetops like a night owl and jumped away.

The man in black unexpectedly used a killer move. The sword light flew past, and an enemy fell to the ground. Then his wrist shook, and the sword stabbed towards the other three people like a storm. The cold sword intent rolled over, and the dead leaves on the ground immediately turned into powder.

"It's you again!" The three masters shouted in unison. The two who had not been poisoned immediately joined forces to break forward. The weapons were unfolded, and Dangdang blocked the enemy's sword, while the third person retreated back, took out a fireworks to light them while retreating, and shot them into the air. With a loud bang, a gorgeous red fireworks bloomed in the sky. The man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a grim smile: "Stupid brat, you're dead this time!" Suddenly, his vest cooled. A bright sword blade appeared on his chest, and he lowered his head in shock. He vomited blood: "How could it be... like this?"

Hu Xiaotian drew back the sword, kicked the corpse away, and said sternly: "All the dog thieves in Baiyun Sect should be killed!" The sword swept away quickly and cooperated with the man in black to attack forward and back.

Hu Xiaotian suddenly appeared and came out of the sword, which surprised both sides who were fighting. The sword technique of the man in black changed, like a wave of waves in the sea, and the raging waves hit the shore. Each sword shot down condensed the power of destruction, showing his truly extraordinary strength. The two masters of the Baiyun Sect were already extinguished and were disturbed by Hu Xiaotian himself. How could they block the opponent's unique skills? Only five moves, one was cut in half, and the other was split into the head, and they all died tragically.

The man in black stood with his sword on his chest and looked proudly at Hu Xiaotian: "You are very handsome, I wonder who is the one under the Taishan Sword Sect?"

Hu Xiaotian laughed and said, "Don't you recognize me anymore?"

The man in black stared and said in a deep voice: "If you want to say it, why bother to be mysterious?"

Hu Xiaotian shouted, "Look at the sword!" His front foot was empty, his sword was raised, and he stabbed forward with a move "Zhurong Pilgrimage". This move was the authentic Hengshan sword technique. It was used in his hands, and it contained a vague sense of respect, indicating the intention of competing with sword techniques.

The man in black exclaimed in surprise: "You can also use Hengshan sword technique?" His upper body shook slightly, his sword was squirted outside, and he opened the sword with a "white crane spread its wings" as a square sword. The sword momentum revolved and turned toward the opponent's right arm. It was also a trick in Hengshan sword technique, "Platform sand and falling geese". The sword light flashed and Mars flew. The two of them attacked and defended each other, and their sword techniques were very slim, just like the disciples practicing sword competition.

When they reached the rise, both of them used all their strength, moved and leaped, and used their swords as if they were flying, and the sword energy scattered everywhere, and immediately razed the radius within ten feet of the radius to the ground. When they fought with swords, they used Hengshan sword technique in each move, and the sword light rolled like a tide, which was evenly matched.

"Junior Brother Hu!"

"Senior Brother Gao!"

The two stopped at the same time and looked at each other and laughed. The man in black took off his mask. Who is not Gao Qingcheng who has not been missing for a long time? The two brothers met again after a long separation and were overjoyed. A powerful bear hug replaced thousands of words.

Gao Qingcheng has completely lost the youthfulness of a young man. His skin is as thick as copper and his face is like a sculpture. He exudes the charm of a man's mature and handsomeness, and has a bit of tenacity and ruthless coldness. He is a shiny person with the name of "Jade-faced Dragon". He is a true martial arts genius and extraordinary talent. Although he lacks guidance from famous teachers since his sword practice, with his own efforts, he is now recognized as the first among the young generation of the Seven Sword Sects! He and Hu Xiaotian were not only brothers of the same school, but also became sworn brothers of a different surname, and were born and died together. The friendship between them is not comparable to ordinary people.

Gao Qingcheng's cold face slight smiled, and he punched Hu Xiaotian in the shoulder and said, "I haven't seen you for four years, your swordsmanship has not been delayed at all! Not bad!"

Since Hu Xiaotian practiced martial arts, the one who admired the most among his peers was the senior brother in front of him. He had to give up on his disadvantages in his swordsmanship alone. He said with a smile: "Senior Brother Gao, did you intentionally keep a move? I just saw that there was a surging sea in your swordsmanship. He completely broke through the shackles of Hengshan's swordsmanship and had already formed his own lineage, comparable to a master of swordsmanship!"

Gao Qingcheng said: "Junior Brother Hu, your sword technique is strong and soft. Although your shape has not changed, your intentions are very different. If you really go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, you are afraid you won't lose to me. To be honest, have you had any adventures again?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled and said solemnly: "I will not hide it from my senior brother. After I was expelled from the wall, I have become the leader of the Demon Cult and I have become the master of the Xuanzong!"

As soon as this statement came out, the temperature dropped sharply.
Chapter completed!