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Chapter 132 Invincible White Socks? (Please subscribe)
Liu Qingyu, the eldest brother of Huangshan Sword School, was walking on the mountain with his two younger brothers.

Although they are called two junior brothers, one of them is actually a younger sister. However, because she has had a flat chest since childhood, and it is more convenient for a woman to disguise herself as a man when traveling around the world, over time, she became the "junior brother".

According to Liu Qingyu's speculation, the gathering place of the white socks is most likely in a mountain city that has not been flooded.

Compared to Duan Yun who was quite unfamiliar with this place, the three of them were much more familiar with it.

There are not many towns like this in this area, and Linshan City is one of them.

The three of them walked straight towards the city gate. Suddenly, Liu Qingyu stopped and looked towards the woods on the right.

There were some men and women in the woods.

They huddled in the woods, some making fire, some sleeping.

Seeing how they were dressed, Liu Qingyu asked in confusion, "Disaster victims?"

So he waved his hand and took his two fellow apprentices over to inquire about the situation.

The moment we entered the woods, the sky suddenly became much darker.

Liu Qingyu discovered that there were many more disaster victims in the woods than he had imagined.

Deep in the woods, there were a large crowd of people, at least several hundred in number.

"Why don't you go to town?"

Liu Qingyu asked a woman next to her.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If there was room in the city, I would still be here to breastfeed!"

The woman was holding a baby and feeding it. She felt that the man had no good eyesight and could not help cursing at him.

As a result, she suddenly discovered that the man had a sword in his hand. Her tone suddenly changed and she said gently, "My lord, there are too many people in the city. There is no place for us."

In fact, ever since Duan Lao Mo started to play the role of a young hero, "hero" and "young hero" have almost become insults in Yunzhou and Yuzhou.

However, these civilians are not from the underworld, so they don't understand this aspect.

Liu Qingyu thought that he had great self-control, so he didn't kill the breastfeeding woman or the baby in her arms.

Yes, the main target today is still Duan Lao Mo.

After the woman answered, she walked back tremblingly and said a few words to someone on the way.

Liu Qingyu pondered, "Is the city full of people?"

After the flood, the victims will flock to relatively safe towns, so it is understandable that there will be a lot more people in Linshan City.

But does this look like it's crowded?
He looked towards the city gate, and saw that the small gate had a hole opened at an angle, and no one was going in or out.

"There must be something strange in this city! White Socks and Old Demon Duan might be among them." Liu Qingyu reminded his two fellow apprentices.

As the eldest senior brother, he has always been the wisest among the Six Swords of Huangshan.

At this time, the two junior brothers came closer to him and said, "Big Brother, there is something strange."

Only then did Liu Qingyu realize that the victims in the forest were gradually gathering around them and were surrounding the three of them.

"Robbery?"

This was the first impression in the minds of the three people.

It is common for disaster victims to suddenly attack and injure others and rob others.

But if you find them, you've found the wrong people!

In other words, I found the right person!
Liu Qingyu remembered that the last time they had no problem using ordinary living people as targets for sword-fighting was three years ago.

They, several brothers and sisters, had only massacred 256 people in a village and their swordsmanship had even improved a lot, but they were severely punished by their master!
This old man!

If it weren't for his beloved Junior Sister Chen Ying and the charming Master's wife, Liu Qingyu would probably have held a grudge against them.

How could he not be excited when suddenly so many people came to him to kill?
"Third Junior Brother, Fifth Junior Brother, do you know what to do?"

Last time, the three of them practiced together.

What they practiced was the "Three Talents Sword Formation" of the Huangshan Sword School. In fact, the full name of this sword formation is the "Three Talents Killing Sword Formation", and it was extremely satisfying to kill people.

At this time, the three also discovered that there were people with a background among this group of victims.

But so what?
With things like this, no matter how many there are, they are just like chopping melons and vegetables!

hum!
The three men had drawn their swords, but the moment they did so, the victims in front of them suddenly launched an attack.

There were no weapons, only hands and ordinary-looking fingers.

But the moment these fingers struck out together, the expressions of the three people from the Huangshan Sword Sect changed.

There is an extremely terrifying hidden weapon in the martial arts world, called the "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles." There is a saying that "when it is launched, blood will be drawn; when it returns empty-handed it is ominous; it is the king of hidden weapons and is used in emergencies."

For a period of time, apart from the Tang clan's treasure "Thirty-Six Companies of Skyfire" which was not circulated outside, it was indeed the king of hidden weapons. Many famous masters in the world died from this hidden weapon.

It is said that this hidden weapon was forged by a mysterious craftsman, and when the "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles" was forged, the mysterious craftsman died on the spot.

Some people say that the craftsman had to work very hard to make this king of hidden weapons, and he spent all his efforts, so he died of exhaustion. Others say that the birth of this hidden weapon was ominous, and it directly swallowed up the life of its creator.

The Torrential Pear Blossom Needle can be fired fourteen times in total. Within five years, ten famous masters died under the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle. After that, the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle disappeared.

Some people said that a righteous knight thought it was ominous and a scourge to the world, so he destroyed it; others said that the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle could only be fired ten times, and since the strange craftsman was dead, no one in the world could replicate and repair this king of hidden weapons, so it naturally disappeared; of course, more people believed that it fell into the hands of someone with even more sinister intentions, who was waiting for the right opportunity to take someone's life.

The rain of pear blossom needles is ominous and mysterious. Bystanders who have personally witnessed it killing people describe its appearance as being like the fleeting beauty of heaven and earth that is unavoidable.

And the fingers striking out in front of him gave him a similar feeling to the Three Swords of Huangshan.

Liu Qingyu was the one with the highest cultivation level and the fastest reaction among them. He did not hold back at all, and the true energy in his body surged.

His cultivation in Tongyou Realm made his true energy as pure as flowing water, and he used his most proficient killing move - "Huangshan Peak Return!".

After the ethereal sword intent leaked out from the sword body, it suddenly took a turn and became extremely heavy, like a mountain.

The victims at the front were directly killed by the earthquake.

But the strange thing is that even if someone's heart meridians had been severed by the sword energy and the person had died suddenly, their fingers were still attacking fiercely.

It was as if their entire lives, from birth to death, were only for the purpose of striking out this finger.

The sword energy hummed, becoming doubly heavy like an abyss. This time, the fingers of many "dead men" were shattered.

But even so, there are still some fingers that slip through the net and attack.

Dangdang Dangdang!
His fingers collided with Liu Qingyu's Qingya sword, making a crisp sound.

Liu Qingyu retreated five steps, but at least he managed to defend his vital points.

But at this time, a scream was heard.

"Third Junior Brother!"

His third junior brother, whose cultivation was weaker than his, had been hit by seven or eight fingers. He vomited blood and fell to the ground in an instant, unable to get up again.

However, the weakest among them, the Seventh Junior Brother, also known as the Seventh Junior Sister, managed to block it despite being injured.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Qingyu killed more than 30 people with his powerful true energy and sword moves, but he had no time to catch his breath before another round of strange fingers hit him again.

This group of "disaster victims" were not afraid of death at all, and they rushed forward again by stepping on the corpses of their companions!
Liu Qingyu felt a little pain, but could only grit his teeth and endure it.

He tried to step back, wanting to fight off the Seventh Junior Brother, but a shrill scream rang out.

Last time, Seventh Junior Brother blocked more than thirty fingers by himself, but this time, he couldn't even block ten.

It’s not because he was injured, but because this time they all came with toes wearing white socks!
This group of toes looked not much different from the previous fingers, but their suppressive power on her increased exponentially.

Two of the toes went straight into her left and right nostrils!
Then she flew out like a kite with a broken string, and blood from her nose spurted out like a heavy rain.

The white socks retracted their legs, and one of them smiled and said, "I told you this is a man-woman."

"But this is too small." Another one complained.

As a woman dressed as a man, Huangshan Laoqi blocked what "men can't stand", but she couldn't do much about what "women can't stand".

On the other hand, Liu Qingyu, the only remaining member of the Huangshan Sword School, had survived two rounds of "Men Can't Stand" and was considered quite strong.

Unfortunately, after the third round, he was foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground, his body still twitching.

The Three Swords of Huangshan have been taken away, and the dead body of White Socks has been cleaned up.

This group of "disaster victims" were cooking, talking, and dozing off in the woods again, and they looked no different from before.

On a tall tree, the one-eyed Qinglong monk watched this scene, sweat on his forehead and said, "Master, this White Socks Cult is too evil."

Among the three Huangshan swords, the weakest one is at the peak of Qi Hai realm and is about to reach the You realm.

There is a saying in the underworld of Yuzhou that if three people from Huangshan join forces, they can kill the devil master, and if six people join forces, they can kill everyone.

This also represents the power of the Huangshan Sword School's sword formation, which is why the Huangshan Six Swords are extremely famous for their domineering nature.

But this time they were defeated by a group of white socks that looked like minions.

The head monk of Tieshui Temple was sitting there, nodding his head and saying, "This finger and toe technique that can defeat the strong with the weak is truly unique in the world. The three Huangshan swordsmen were defeated one by one before they even had time to set up their sword formation. It's such a pity."

The monk One-Eyed Azure Dragon said, "Then Master, if you have learned this lesson, there should be no problem."

"what is the problem?"

“Go Purdue these white socks.”

"Who said that the old monk is going to save them?"

"Didn't you say that you would save White Socks and Old Demon Duan as well this time?"

The old monk sighed and said, "The Buddha is one foot taller, and the devil is ten feet taller. I can save the group of white socks outside the city, but what about those inside the city? What about the person who controls the white socks?"

"This is called two fists cannot defeat countless hands. You see, old demon Duan will judge the situation and say that he is the first one to come upstream, but he has not shown up yet. If there is a chance, this old monk should go and save this shameless and cowardly demon!"

The one-eyed Qinglong monk looked at his master, feeling powerless to complain.

If you don’t dare, then don’t dare. Why talk so much about it?

At this time, he suddenly said: "Someone else is coming!"

On the hillside, I saw a group of women in white clothes carrying swords. They looked chaste, with regular menstruation, and looked like fairies. They were walking towards Linshan City!
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