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The shadow of the fist is as condensed and clear as a millstone, meeting the killer move of the female martial artist.

"Boom", the man in the bamboo hat stepped on the ground, and the ground under his feet burst into a huge spider web-like crack. The whole person suddenly used his strength to shoot, turning into a sharp arrow, and hit the woman with cold eyes with his bare hands.

The collision of the fist shadow and the sword light has nothing to do with the overall situation. They annihilated each other in the night sky, stirring up a violent wind that swept all around, and the dust billowed.

"He's a martial artist, be careful!"

Chen Zhong was startled, the thief Xiu had a good idea, and sent a powerful warrior to entangle Shui Qingru close to him, and then besieged and killed him, with endless tricks.

It's a pity that he was seriously injured and couldn't move, otherwise he could use spells to slow down the speed of the man in the bamboo hat.

The water is as clear as holding her left hand in her sleeve to gain momentum, the sword tip of her right hand suddenly shakes a shadow of a sword, a little bit of cold light stretches forward, gorgeous like starlight twinkling, she does not dodge or dodge, the fighting spirit is high, there is a faint light in the depths of her eyes Circling slowly.

The world in her eyes slowed down.

The man in the bamboo hat faced the attack of the cold light of the sword shadow with a strange fist.

The shadows of the fists overlapped like a mountain, and they turned out to be attacking against attacking, with the momentum of not giving an inch.

Chen Zhong and Ge Xiaoxing didn't dare to show their spirits, the martial arts collided and fought, the visual impact was too fierce, pure strength wins, why bother?

"Boom... Chicha", the fist shadow collided with the starlight sword shadow like a mountain, and a sword light stabbed like a fairy guiding the way amidst the violent vibration.

This is a magic trick that Shui Qingru comprehended from practicing swords in the sea.

With the rapier she had practiced the most in the past, Nakamiya hit the vital point directly, her eyes caught some weak points of the opponent, and if she could be one line faster than the opponent, it was a chance of victory.

The man in the bamboo hat closed his fists together and crossed them again, and changed his fist again in the blink of an eye.

Jian Guang pierced his fist, making an ear-piercing "creaking" sound.

Shui Qingru was a little surprised in her heart. Her sure-fire sword-folding trick was blocked by the opponent's strange moves and fists that had been tempered better than magic weapons. Only a little bit of skin was broken and a trace of blood leaked out. She didn't believe that the opponent's whole body could Hard as a fist.

"You are not a local thief cultivator!"

"What nonsense!"

The two of them had a simple conversation, and the rabbits had risen and the falcons had chased and fought several moves within a range of [-] feet.

The two people below were shocked, Shui Qingru's movements were magical and strange, the sword and the sword never left the man's chest and neck in the bamboo hat, the man used his fists, often the first to attack, and almost all attacks were done at the same time, forcing Shui Qing If you dare not use old moves.

Such a style of play is too dangerous, and if one is not careful, both sides will suffer.

"Get ready to activate the Hundred Thorn Golden Talisman!"

Ge Xiaoxing's face was serious, he made a tactic with both hands, mobilized the double formation and turned it quietly, and now he didn't care whether other thief cultivators came, and first worked together to kill the man in the bamboo hat in the air.

Such a master of martial arts, if he doesn't kill him, should he keep it for the New Year?

Chapter 670

Chen Zhong gritted his teeth, his face tightened, and he slowly poured energy into the jade talisman held in his left hand. Golden lights leaked out from the gaps between his fingers, dyeing the entire palm with flickering golden light.

With his current cultivation base, using the Hundred Thorns Golden Talisman needs to be activated in advance, and the longer the preparation time, the more powerful it will be.

The two figures in the air were fighting fast, sword light and fist strength intertwined, and the afterimage was shot out the next moment. The circle of the two of them in the sky above the small town became bigger and bigger. Cut off, the aftermath of the strong wind completely razed the entire town to the ground.

Chen Zhong's entire left hand turned golden, but he didn't find a chance to make a move.

Sweat rolled down from his forehead, blue veins appeared, and the wound burst and blood flowed horizontally. He has fully activated the Hundred Thorns Golden Talisman now, and if he doesn't punch it out, he will soon lose control.

"Wait a little longer, hold on!"

Ge Xiaoxing was also in a hurry, so he ordered through sound transmission.

The figures of the two people in the sky changed too quickly, making their eyes dazzled, and it would be a waste of help if one waited too long.

The water is as clear as the eyes are sore, when the eyesight is about to decline, facing the aggressive attack of the man in the bamboo hat, he stabs with a sword,

The sword edge drew a subtle angle in the air, and stabbed along the left fist that the man in the bamboo hat was resisting. "Crunch...poof" rubbed against the man's left chest with a rough and piercing sound.

Her left fist, which had been tucked in her sleeve all the time, slammed fiercely.

"Bang", the two fists collided violently in the air, stacking force on top of each other, even though it was only one blow, there was a series of explosive noises, Shui Qingru used his strength to withdraw his sword and dodge back in the burst of force.

She is a martial artist, she will not be single-minded when fighting, and can take advantage of all advantages.

The bamboo hat on the man's head was blown to pieces, revealing a barren bald head, and he couldn't stand the force of a sudden punch from the female martial artist, so he couldn't help but staggered back more than ten feet, the sword wound on his left chest was bleeding profusely, hehe He shouted: "Sword skills are not good, but this boxing technique is quite interesting!"

Chen Zhong below waved his left hand two miles to the north, and a golden streak flashed in the air.

"Jiu Jiu Jiu", it turned into countless golden arrows in the next moment, and shot through the air three feet away from the bald man. The timing of this sneak attack was just right.

Chen Zhong's legs were trembling and he couldn't hold on any longer. He sat down on the ground and fixed his eyes on the bald man.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, that man was clearly a monk, with ring scars on his head, and his breath could not be hidden. He was an authentic Buddhist monk of the Buddhist family, so why did he take advantage of the fire to deal with them?

But in the chaotic place of the Duxian Islands, once they fight, even the other teams from the Eastern Continent will do their best to destroy them first, and wait for the reason to survive.

The bald man clasped his fists together, his momentum was like a wave of fists and his shadow was like a mountain, "bang bang bang", there was a continuous burst of explosions.

The golden light splashed and rained in the night sky, and the man was still head-to-head, stepping back again and again.

Ge Xiaoxing pushed the formation with both hands into the air, and the swirling khaki and golden light fog on the ground turned into a long roaring dragon, rushing forward in a meandering way, and pounced fiercely when the man had no time to look at him.

Shui Qingru already knew the opponent's heels through the collision of punches. He was a junior disciple of the magic weapon monk of the Tianchan Stone Temple in the vast mainland, and the number of superimposed powers was in the same line.

She has been "taught by example" by the magic weapon monk's fist, and she has also figured out the meaning of folding fist.

At present, she can punch three times, which is comparable to that monk. However, her body is not as tempered as the monk, and the fist of her left hand is bloody and bloody, revealing white joints.

Chen Zhong and Ge Xiaoxing seized the opportunity to drive the monk back, so that she could store her sword for a while, put her left hand on the hilt, hold the sword tightly with both hands, and perform Jiugong steps to leap tens of feet away, facing the trapped The monk who was attacking by the formation struck fiercely.

The monk deliberately belittled her mediocre swordsmanship and promoted her boxing skills.

She was filled with indignation because of the same virtues as that of the magic treasure monk back then. In her heart, the master existed like a god-man, aloof and could not be humiliated.

The three sword shadows overlapped instantly, turning into a bright lightsaber.

The monk was so fierce that his fist shadows were like

The wheels turned, and the attack was swift and violent, just in time to defeat the attacks launched by Chen Zhong and Ge Xiaoxing one after another. He had already retreated three miles away, half of his body was soaked in blood, and he shouted: "Vajra Fist Seal, go!"

The two fists staggered upwards, and the golden fist shadow was divided into three layers, colliding with the bright lightsaber.

The light burst out like two scorching suns, illuminating half of the night sky.

The monk laughed and threw it into the distance, out of the attack range of the three of them. He was seriously injured, and his aura became more and more high, showing the late third-order cultivation. He stood still in the air, separated from the indifferent-faced female martial artist. Looking at each other for a few miles, he said: "My name is Xia Houzi, a lay disciple of Tianchan Stone Temple, your last sword strike is a bit interesting, but unfortunately you only have the strength of one sword strike, so it is meaningless to strike again."

"How is the treasure master?"

The water is as clear as a sword, and greets you coldly.

"Master Uncle is very good, but occasionally I think about you, which annoys me a bit."

The lay monk named Xia Houzi suddenly remembered that he had nothing to do, took out a dusty bag from his tattered cuff, threw it to the woman in the distance, and said: "Uncle Shi caught a cub of 'Thunder Beast' on his journey, I said I would give it to you, so I volunteered to make a trip, and that’s about it.”

After the monk finished speaking, he fled to the northern sea without turning his head, and disappeared into the night after a few ups and downs.

The water was as clear as a sword reaching out to catch the big leather bag with her fist. She was expressionless and did not open the bag to check immediately. She scanned the surroundings to make sure that there were no monks lurking nearby for several miles, and then she slowly fell to the ground where the fog was much thinner. .

"Strengthen protection, I need to meditate for two hours."

Shui Qingru flicked the sword in his hand, threw the gray bag aside, sat on the dusty floor like this, with the sword across his legs, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing skills, the last sword was still in the groping stage, it was not perfect, so he used it rashly It made her unable to continue, and her true energy was almost exhausted.

Her supernatural powers were exhausted so much that her eyes were almost blind, and her brain seemed to burst from pain.

She endured all the pain silently, and the breath on her body became colder and harsher.

Chen Zhong watched worriedly for a while, with a dignified expression on his face, stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, moved more than ten feet away, not to disturb Junior Sister Shui's cultivation, and scolded the monk in his heart, you are a fucking errand giver , What kind of frame is it to take advantage of the fire to rob and fight, do you know etiquette?

He saw that the situation of the junior sister was not optimistic.

Ge Xiaoxing spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, that monk was too damn powerful, combined with the power of the three of them, he only severely injured the monk, but failed to kill him, the monk was fatal, but I guess it was enough for the monk to endure If you want to leave the scene and leave, why don't you try to get closer?

In the silence of the night, Ge Xiaoxing dragged his tired body and continued to insert a circle of formation flags outside.

There are two more days to celebrate the new year.

There is no New Year's atmosphere in this ghost place.

He and his troubled brother Chen Zhong can lie on the bed, brag and joke comfortably, drink some wine, and don't have to go out to eat and sleep in the open.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.

Guanzhu Zhang wore a formal Taoist robe and led the crowd to preside over the grand ceremony for the fourth batch of disciples to join the mountain gate. When he returned to the side hall, a flying sword that he received yesterday appeared in his hand, and he rubbed his face with a thoughtful expression.

Chen Zhong, who was tens of thousands of miles away, reported that Shui Qingru's evil spirit was too strong, and if it continued, it might lead to major incidents, so please make up your mind.

Chapter 671 Pure Heart, Help

Wandering Island, newly built base of Wandering City.

Chen Chong was wrapped in white linen and covered with a loose blue-gray Taoist robe. His whole body exuded a strong smell of pickled plaster. He leaned in the bamboo chair and held a rough porcelain bowl towards Ge, who was almost dressed in a miserable way opposite him. Smiled and signaled, take a sip.

Under the sun, the clear wine is rippling in the thick bowl, and the sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously as the ripples spread.

He is very fond of poetry and wants to sing a song to live up to the beauty of the first day of the first lunar month.

"No, Mr. Chen, don't sing. Please be considerate of my injuries. Let's drink. Your voice will attract ghosts in the daytime. I don't want to open my wound again. The New Year trouble is not good for Dr. Guo."

Ge Xiaoxing saw the fellow put down the wine bowl, rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky thinking hard, so he hurriedly stopped him. He still wanted to say a good omen on the first day of the new year.

Just drink when you drink, don't be a moth of literati.

"Master Ge, you don't like what you say. I will sing a masterpiece of our master today. I will keep it refreshing for you. Maybe you can hear a different understanding of cultivation from it..."

Chen Zhongfei had to show off his singing voice, if it wasn't for this wine, he would almost be meaningless.

The courtyard door was pushed open with a creak, and Shui Qingru, dressed in plain elegance, stepped in, interrupting the argument between the two.

"Junior Sister Shui, sit down and drink a bowl of wine? It's the first day of the first lunar month, what a great day."

Chen Zhong saw the Messenger Flying Sword in the woman's hand, guessed what he was looking for, smiled and invited him, but didn't get up to be polite. Doctor Guo told him that he needs to rest now and should not be overworked.

Shui Qingru nodded to Ge Xiaoxing who was greeting him, looked at Chen Zhong with a calm expression, and said, "Chen Zhong, don't pretend to be confused, why do you want to sue behind your back? Let Master worry about me for the Chinese New Year."

"I have to correct you, I didn't complain."

Chen Zhong sat up straight, and said seriously: "Last year, the master told me to watch you, and don't let you put yourself in danger. You have behaved abnormally many times, and I can't persuade you. Of course, I have to call and report. Lord, please make up your mind, if not, the Lord will disappoint us all, I call it fulfillment of duty.”

He is a truly open-minded person, speaking frankly and confidently.

Shui Qingru stared at her for a while and couldn't find a word. This guy seemed to be very reasonable. She stomped her feet, turned around and walked out: "Next time you file a complaint, please tell me in advance. Why don't I listen? Persuaded, made Master worried, and had to come all the way.”

Chen Chong hurriedly stretched out his hand to pat the dust that Sister Shui deliberately stomped up, and shouted: "Hey, Sister Shui, tell me clearly, when will the temple master really want to come? I look so miserable, how can I see the audience?" Lord, you have to hurry up and take care of your body.”

He reported to the viewer that he reported good news but not bad news about his own situation, and did not say that he was seriously injured.

The viewer will definitely beat him on the head and reprimand him, "Chen Zhong, you are not being honest" and so on.

Shui Qingru showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and went out without looking back, "I won't tell you."

She replied to her master last night that the reason why she was entangled with evil spirit was that she wanted to use evil spirit to sharpen the heart of the sword, and use the sword to break through the evil spirit to find a chance to break through to the sword state of "harmony with meaning". In half a year, I have gained a lot, and I have reached the point where the sword of "fitting with the body" is the unity of human and sword.

It won't be long before her cultivation base can advance to the middle stage of the third-order bone forging realm.

Dangerous places, life-and-death trials, are of great help and promotion to the improvement of cultivation base and state of mind.

How could she give up and go back now?She doesn't want to go back to the mountain yet.

Go back to your own yard diagonally opposite, close the door, the female martial artist sits on the stone bench at the side of the yard, and takes out the jug and a bag of braised vegetables from the storage space. Today is the first day of the new year, the sun is just right, and the mood is good.

She poured a bowl of Biqing wine, which was a good wine that was treasured by Lingbao Temple when she served her master in Lingbao Temple. Master didn't drink much, so it was cheap. The loneliness and longing in a foreign land.

The higher a practitioner goes, the more he likes to be alone and quiet.

The song is high and few, and the heights are too cold.

just

Just as he picked up the small white jade wine bowl, a small fluffy white head popped out of the left cuff.

Shui Qingru holds a small fist-sized beast with a pair of bright black eyes in the palm of his hand. The legendary Thunder Beast is not a sharp-mouthed monkey gills. It is cute and cute like a white puppy. The round ears are pink in the sun. See the little beast Sniffing his nose, he chuckled lightly and said, "Do you still want to drink?"

Shaking the wine bowl lightly, a drop of crystal clear wine floated to the little beast's mouth.

The little beast that swallowed the drink sneezed, and one of them couldn't stand still, and fell into her palm, almost falling to the ground.

The woman put the little beast into her sleeves, instead of putting it into the storage bag that could only hold living things given by the magic treasure monk, and slowly took a sip of the wine with long aura, she knew that what the little beast likes is the aura in the wine , but couldn't bear the smell of alcohol, two days ago, she sent a message to Master Fayuan who was in Duxian City, and told about Xia Houzi sending her Thunder Beast cubs under the order of the Master of Magic Treasures.

Master Fa Yuan asked her to accept it anyway, as if she was paying back her master's favor.

I poured myself a drink, and when I was a little drunk, a sword blazed around the small courtyard above the bar, the female martial artist waved her hand, opened a hole in the bar, and received the flying sword, it was a message from the master.