Something is wrong.
Gu Yin circled his palms, and a set of four palms in the Zheng domain were majestic and surging like a river.
The fundamental technique he practiced is called "Purple Ribbon Qingzhang". This technique has only one characteristic, and that is stability.
As long as you are willing to perform the exercises for seventy-two days every day, without making a mistake for seventy-two consecutive days, you can repeat these seventy-two days back and forth seventy-two times.
After spending nearly fifteen years of hard work, you can achieve the sixth level of cultivation.
The premise is that you don't make any mistakes.
There are not many people practicing this technique in Bailudong Academy.
Gu Yin is one of them.
Since the day I started, I have not slacked off for a day, and in exchange for this, I have reached the seventh level of cultivation.
No matter what the cultivation method is, when you reach the seventh level, you have already stood at the pinnacle of the world, enough to establish a name in the world.
One step forward is the Immortal Buddha.
But now, Gu Yin realized that the palm force he sent out did not hit Su Che and the demon at all.
Obviously, the targets he hits are the shadows transformed by the other party.
For such an illusion, the opponent is definitely not an ordinary evildoer, and there must be a lot of involvement behind it.
Gu Yin frowned. If Su Che could collude with such a demon with such a background under his nose, how much damage would it cause to the world over time?
The Purple Ribbon Qingzhang Gong slowly circulated in the body for a week. Gu Yin closed his eyes tightly and resisted with the Confucian Yi technique of "Wind Horn Occupying the Marquis".
"Be careful. Although this person is not of the sixth grade, he should have practiced the art of Yi in the Five Classics of Confucianism..."
When the wind angle occupies a position, you can use the flow of wind and color to identify good and bad luck and to understand cause and effect.
"Got you."
Gu Yin's right index finger cut straight into his left wrist, creating a gap with all his strength, and red blood sprayed out from the wound.
In the red blood, Confucianism Haoran's true meaning condensed, like bits of thunder, seeping into Qingqiu's soul body hidden in the night.
"ah………………"
Qingqiu screamed in pain, revealing his hidden body, his pale soul trembling uncontrollably.
"Okay, let Yang Zhigang's essence and blood break away and the Yin spirit appears." Su Che's figure appeared in the night: "Mr. Gu's plan is impressive."
"Don't rush and say hello, it will be your turn later." Gu Yin raised his lips slightly: "But a sword cultivator who has just started, dares to resist me?"
"Miss Qing." Su Che lowered his head and said, "Please use illusion to help me. I want to get within five steps of him."
A master of the seventh level innate realm of the Confucian sect, his true energy is so powerful that he can't get close to him easily. To get close to him, the only way to get close to him is to rely on the help of Qingqiu illusion.
"What are you thinking about?" Qingqiu's voice trembled: "This ray of my Yin Shen was injured by him, and my innate spirit is constantly leaking out. You'd better wish for yourself."
I didn't just say "If I'm serious, the sixth level is not a problem", why did I just break it to a seventh level, three moves and two moves?
"It's okay, you can be louder."
Gu Yin's face turned pale, and it was obvious that the wave of blood he had just forced out made him uncomfortable.
"Miss Qing, you heard Mr. Su saying that his killing move must be five steps closer to me. Maybe he only needs to be fifteen steps closer to me to activate it. This man's words will never be trusted. Don't worry, I will never let him. You should come within thirty steps."
If Su Che was an opponent at the seventh level of swordsmanship, Gu Yin might not be so confident. After all, swordsmanship is the best in killing with sword energy.
It's a pity that Suche is not.
As long as Gu Yin uses the four directions of Zhengyu's palms, and under the strong wind and energy of the palms, Su Che will never be able to get within thirty steps of him.
Above the sky, dark clouds closed the moon.
The Confucian disciples in tattered clothes and disheveled hair steadily approached Su Che, who was hiding in the shadows.
There was a thunder, and raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the sky, wetting the ground and their clothes.
Gu Yin's movement was like a thunderous thunder. For many years, the aura of aura was transformed into an infinite palm aura. Thousands of palm shadows moved horizontally, and the raindrops falling from the sky turned horizontally under the force of the force.
The extremely powerful palm power has reached the pinnacle of ordinary martial arts.
Moving forward step by step is no longer unethical.
Only draw the sword.
Su Che reached into his left sleeve with his right hand and took out an ancient bronze sword no more than two feet long. The seven diamond-shaped patterns on the sword were connected to each other. The cold light on the blade seemed to have spanned hundreds of years.
The sword intention surged between his eyebrows, and the sword energy jumped out from the cold blade.
Mirage Yuanjian·Hidden Bow Projection.
With a movement of the sword, the sword energy that had been accumulated for a long time split the river and cut the waves, and went straight into the middle palace against the shadows of the palms.
Gu Yin turned his palm back to guard, but there was still a slight blood mark between his eyebrows.
"You actually surrendered to the ancient sword in the box?"
Gu Yin exclaimed.
Even if a ninth-grade sword cultivator has just started to have a divine weapon in his hand, he cannot underestimate it. This is like the difference between whether Master Miejie has the Yitian Sword in his hand or not.
Gu Yin didn't expect that the ancient sword in the box would actually recognize its owner, and everything was in chaos for a moment.
"It's impossible. The previous owner of the ancient sword in the box, Jiang Qinjiang, was so powerful that he acted with integrity. How could his sword recognize you as its master? This is impossible, absolutely impossible."
"Perhaps that Hero Jiang was not as upright as you thought, and maybe I am not so unbearable."
Jiang Qin is naturally the name of the previous owner of all Su Che's sword boxes. He spent his life slaying demons and conquering the world, and was revered as the "Jiangnan Hero" by the world.
Su Che held his sword across his chest.
The sword he just handed out was like pouring a pot of old wine into his chest, and the depression he had been feeling for several months was relieved.
On the palm of his hand, the bronze dagger was clearly moving continuously, and he seemed to be excited that he could finally get out of the box and try the cold again.
The Dingtian Jun Sword was operating at full strength, and the bronze dagger in his hand let out another sword cry.
Su Che was like a ghost, holding his sword forward, facing the shadows of his palms and approaching Gu Yin.
"Well done!"
Gu Yin's face was like gold paper, layers of palm shadows gradually gathered on his hands, and the sound of classic chanting sounded around him.
He has condensed the Four Directions Palm of Zhengyu to the extreme. Facing the sword handed out by Su Che, even he did not dare to underestimate it.
Palm movement.
Sword chant.
A vast sword energy penetrated the body, and Su Che stabbed Gu Yin's left shoulder steadily with his sword.
Gu Yin's palms had also hit Su Che's chest and abdomen.
puff.
A line of blood spit out from Mr. Su's mouth and sprayed all over Gu Yin's face.
"You must be thinking, why didn't I avoid the sword you just struck, even though it was a feint? Why did I let you come three steps in front of me?"
Gu Yin looked at his wound where blood could not stop flowing out, smiled, gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword edge inch by inch from the wound.
"I, a disciple of Bailudong, have the consciousness to sacrifice for the common people of the world at any time." Gu Yin played with the bronze dagger in his hand: "If I can exchange my life for yours, I really want it, I don't want it."
He smiled quite generously, and raindrops rolled down his face. I don't know how much of the tears rolling down the raindrops were regrets and how much were satisfaction.
The sword energy along the meridians continuously attacks the martial arts that he has honed for many years. After tonight's battle, the purple ribbon Qingzhang Gong that he has cultivated for many years will probably be broken.
