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A five-color furnace, with three legs and two ears, floated in the void, with more than 50% of it condensing into substance. An unspeakable boxing realm was sprouting. Su Qinian's eyes were bright, and finally he gathered away his energy and blood. This five-color furnace Also disappeared.
For tens of miles, four attacks and killings stained the sky with blood. There were nearly a thousand corpses of monsters. The body of the young captain, wrapped in dense cloud-patterned iron armor, also staggered a little. Blood overflowed through the mask, and his voice was a little hoarse. It was obvious that his internal organs had been severely traumatized.
"Walk!"
Finally, he shouted angrily, and the remaining fifty or so cavalry also shouted loudly. These soldiers were obviously strong soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles, and at this time, the bloody and ferocious nature in their bones was aroused.
"A mere seventh-grade captain who hasn't even mastered half of the twelve classics wants to seize fortune!"
With less than ten miles left, in front, a figure like an iron tower blocked the way, holding a fine iron sledgehammer larger than a millstone in his hand, a demon soldier with a hairless face, a face full of flesh, and pale yellow pupils. The muscles all over his body are twisted like a group of coiled snakes.
"Stop!"
The young captain's eyes became more solemn than ever before. He ordered the team to stay put, and he stepped forward alone. He drew out the dense cloud-patterned iron sword from his waist. The green sword was stained with a layer of blood, which was contaminated. The brilliance condensed from the blood of countless demon clans.
"Are you picking up soft persimmons?" The young captain said solemnly, "You are from the Diamond Python clan."
"Good eyesight," the demon soldier, who looked to be approaching his thirties, sneered, "This is just the first level. If you want to climb the Bloody Shackles Mountain, I'm afraid you guys haven't seen enough yet."
"kill!"
With a loud shout, the young captain's black hair was raised, and his long sword was dragged on the ground. Sparks splashed up, as if the lake water was cut into waves.
Storm step!
The third-rate Qinggong in the Han army has been developed to its extreme in the hands of this young captain. His body is like a strong wind. He has obviously understood the martial arts realm and has initially dabbled in the essence of this footwork.
Clang!
When the long sword fell, like a gust of wind and rain, the inner family's true energy surged, and a two-inch-long sharp aura emerged from the sword tip.
Woo!
A strange wind rose up, arriving first and seeing through everything. It directly scattered the sword light like a storm, and the huge black hammer fell down, like a black python coiling around, even more powerful than a steel whip. The iron tail swept over, and the next moment, the hammer and sword met, producing a deafening sound of gold and iron.
clang!
The young captain coughed up blood, staggered backwards, his feet were like plowing the ground, and was shaken back three feet.
boom!
The demon soldier of the Diamond Python clan smiled ferociously. He followed him like a shadow, leaving footprints several inches deep on the ground, like a giant python meandering forward. He swung the hammer, and the hammer body was filled with blood-colored Qi, full of energy. It was more than three inches thick, like a giant python opening its bloody mouth and biting it in the air.
"Colonel Captain!"
The cavalry roared angrily. The hammer carried by this demon soldier of the Diamond Python clan was no ordinary weapon. It had just collided with the dense cloud-patterned iron sword, leaving only a faint white mark. It can be imagined that such a hammer hit If it falls, no matter how strong the cloud-patterned iron armor is, the captain inside will definitely be shocked to death.
puff!
Without any warning, a bright yellow lightning flashed across the sky, silently, too fast. With a soft sound, it penetrated the hammer as big as a millstone. At the same time, the head of the demon soldier of the Vajra Python clan was also exploded, like an iron tower. His body fell to the ground with a roar, dying beyond hope.
What!
The young captain was startled, and when he looked carefully, he couldn't find the true form of the bright yellow lightning anywhere. He looked around, but there was no one there.
"Thank you, senior, for saving me. I hope you will show up and allow me, junior, to thank you for saving your life!"
After ten breaths passed, the young captain looked around again and sighed, realizing that most of them were senior experts with withdrawn temperaments and unwilling to show up. He then looked at the python demon's weapon and the broken hair made of fine iron. The super hammer was actually penetrated. It is hard to imagine what kind of strength it takes to achieve this step.
After adjusting the breath and meditating with a stick of incense, and taking a few inferior vitality pills, the young captain stood up, and the soldiers and horses started again. With the Bloody Shackles Mountain in sight, they must try their best to find the princess and protect her.
When the soldiers and horses went away, Su Qinian's figure also appeared. He stared at the bright yellow jade-like Ruyi Jun Iron in his palm. The first time he took action, he was not disappointed. He actually killed a man who had penetrated the seven twelve principles. The python demon even penetrated the opponent's hair-breaking hammer.
The speed was too fast. In fact, the moment he took action, he noticed that the python demon's pupils were filled with a color of horror, but he had no time to react. He was killed the moment he had the idea, and he couldn't do anything. A little bit of resistance.
Based on this estimate, perhaps even a stronger third-rate master could be easily killed with this Ruyi Jun Iron if caught by surprise.
Su Qinian shook his head after thinking about this for a long time: "This is an external force. After all, it is not your own strength. You cannot rely too much on it. God is moving in a healthy way. A gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement and strengthen himself. Otherwise, sooner or later, he will go astray and go wrong." Possessed."
Immediately, Su Qinian calmed down and decided not to use the power of this wishful iron easily. He had to rely on his own strength to sharpen his martial arts, so that he could truly break the shackles and reach a higher realm.
call!
The five-color furnace emerged, the lid of the furnace was opened, and the power of the turtle and snake swallowing the moon was transmitted. The killed python monster's vigorous blood was immediately thrown into it, and was refined into pure vitality, injected into the furnace wall, and became a tempered birth. The nourishment of boxing realm.
After all, he was a third-rate master who had mastered the seven twelve sects. He had already completed more than half of the practice of Hungry Tiger Leaping Stream. In addition, as a member of the demon clan Vajra Python clan, he had strong blood and the pure vitality left by Wu Cunjing actually made Su... Qinian's five-color furnace has solidified to more than 70%.
"This is also my opportunity. If I hadn't entered the Moyun Mountains and wanted to practice the eighth level of "Turtle Snake Kung Fu" and master this level of Turtle Snake Fist, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been possible to complete it in a year or two. To put it bluntly, it is also a kind of good fortune, but there are many kinds of good fortune, and it is not just about getting adventures, gaining inheritance, and finding treasures."
Su Qinian had a clear understanding. Sure enough, only by going deep into dangerous situations and walking on the edge of life and death can a person's potential and understanding be stimulated. This is an experience that cannot be replaced by working behind closed doors and hard work. It is an experience that cannot be replaced by martial arts practitioners. A missing foundation.
…
To the east of Xueyi Mountain, there is a steep cliff a hundred feet high.
Qing Qian stood with his hands behind his back. He was as tall as jade. He was wearing a pure white Taoist robe inlaid with gold, and his whole body exuded a faint aura of sharpness. This sharpness was silent, piercing through the void, tearing apart the dense demons. The fog brings down thousands of rays of sunshine.
"Senior Brother Zhangfeng, this is news from the past two days." Behind him, a young Taoist priest in pure white robes handed over a note.
Looking over, Qing Qian said calmly: "Rescue hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes from the burial pits, win over people's hearts, and get credit? It can be considered a bit of scheming, but it is too immature, thinking that it can reverse the situation, but I don't know In the face of real force, it's just like paper and can be broken with a poke."
"Senior Brother Zhangfeng, now..."
After pondering for a while, Qing Qian said: "Reveal the news to Gu Yuehe at Huangya Peak."
Gu Yuehe?
The young Taoist was startled and said hesitantly: "It is rumored that Gu Yuehe has become a master of Jin Guangzhen of Jinsuo Peak and has become a disciple of Jinsuo Peak. The grand entrance ceremony will be held soon..."
With a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth, Qing Qian said calmly: "Don't you understand the principle of driving away tigers and devouring wolves?"
…
In just one stick of incense, Su Qinian crossed ten miles and arrived at the foot of Xueluo Mountain.
A large purple-black mountain looks a bit depressing, because the color on the rocks is not natural, but is actually dripping with blood. After a long time, it has dried up and turned into such a deep blood color.
There was demon blood, but what Su Qinian captured more was the smell of human blood.
The 700-foot-high ancient mountain was all stained with blood and turned purple-black after a long period of time. Su Qinian could not imagine how many people needed to be stained with blood to create such a scene.
"Huh? Young man, you are quite clever. You are actually able to sneak here alone. You are really brave."
This is a middle-aged swordsman who is about 30 years old. He is dressed in a gray robe and looks ordinary. In addition, there are dozens of people from the world at the foot of the Bloody Shackles Mountain, more or less. They are all stained with blood and injured, and have been guarding here for a long time. (The second update is here. Please vote for recommendations and new book friends to collect. Thank you in ten steps.)
