Kill the wind and urge!

Rushing in the grove. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Qin Xiaochuan used a staff as a sword, and went straight with a sword. It seems that time has suddenly turned back, and I have returned to the years when I traveled the world with a bell and a sword. He is not a monk wearing a white robe to practice the path of compassion, but a swordsman who killed and ruthlessly took the lives of hundreds of people with a single sword in the past!

One step forward.

Every step Qin Xiaochuan took would set off the Pure Sage's Buddha Qi Protector, and the oncoming swords would be deflected. The wooden staff is like a sword, invisibly carrying the charm of the wind. The wind is formless and substantial, soft to yin, pervasive and unstoppable! The sword wind passes everywhere, just like the fingers of a lover touching his cheek, but it is impressively the head is replaced by hair, and in an instant, the black hair falls together, and everyone is shaved into a bald head!

"Chase!" A group of bald heads looked at each other, and the people in the lead gasped, still insisting on ordering Qin Xiaochuan to be chased and killed. It's really the day dog. In broad daylight, who is to provoke whom, isn't it just to hang up his previous name to participate in a sword conference on the sword and the sea? When a group of bald heads rushed away in the direction of the wind, on the treetops of the grove, they first stretched out a palm that was holding the bell.

Qin Xiaochuan gently brushed away the branches and leaves with a wooden staff, and looked down with a painful face.

The precepts of Buddhism are here, and the precepts of killing and violating the precepts are here, but fortunately, after so many years, martial arts have progressed, and it is not a problem to deal with a group of young people.

I still haven't figured out what kind of state it is now. The group of people who suddenly appeared to chase and kill Qin Xiaochuan didn't look very old. It's not like the old guys who had a feud with him back then. And the name "Du Baichuan" actually didn't make any big events in the Central Plains martial arts, and it was impossible for it to be remembered for so long.

Knowing this, he changed his name to participate in the Sword Discussion and Sea Sword Meeting. Isn't it just a vest, learn Rin Ruomei's makeup technique to change your face, and you can get it in minutes!

"Who?!"

There was a chill in the back, like the illusion of being stared at by a fierce beast. Qin Xiaochuan suddenly turned over from the treetops, and felt a wisp of dangerous sword wind slashing past his ears, and the big tree next to him collapsed. The person who came was a master, dressed in black and masked, silent, with a long sword in his hand, and his sword moves were ruthless.

Bite.

Qin Xiaochuan pressed a copper bell against the tip of the sword in his throat in mid-air. Sunlight leaked through the scattered foliage, revealing a dark, dull black with only an open blade. Faintly, he looked down with his head down, as if he could see a little bit of stubble under the masked man's black scarf...... It's an old guy.

Boom, the big trees are falling, and the frightened birds are flying!

Qin Xiaochuan kicked on the ground, turned around and drew a circle, the wooden staff was like the wind, and the invisible sword qi turned into a prohibition, preventing the man in black from approaching again. But in the next moment, the black long sword bypassed the sword qi and stabbed at his neck like a poisonous snake from an unexpected angle. One blow is hit, and the killing intent is cold, this is still a master.

Single-sided opening, the long sword in the masked man's hand is a single-edged sword!

The single-edged sword with its own swordsmanship in the martial arts is very rare, and it is the first time that Qin Xiaochuan has encountered this kind of swordsmanship after living for so long. The black sword only had one side to open the front, and the corresponding sword move completely gathered the killing intent a little, breaking through the wind, and almost breaking through the body protection Buddha Gate Gang Qi. As soon as the wooden staff was raised, the golden lotus blossom was hidden among the green leaves in the sky, Qin Xiaochuan immediately triggered the changes in the aura around him, and a whirlwind soared upwards from the ground, slamming the big tree that had just fallen upwards!

At this time, the gravity around them sank, turning into whirlwind branches and leaves from bottom to top, and at the same time interfering with the trajectory of the two swords. In order to avoid the heavy tree trunk, the black-clothed masked man changed the direction of his sword, as if he was a little uncomfortable, his voice was old, he snorted, and fell from top to bottom with his strength.

Qin Xiaochuan, who spun up on the ground, finally occupied a high place, easy to defend and attack, the branches and leaves in the sky suddenly gathered with his mind, the dead branches bloomed new shoots, and the green leaves merged into a cage, and the moment the black-clothed masked man's feet landed, it was covered like a bird's nest. The demon sword was about to move, spitting out a little glow green in its sleeve. If he wants to kill, this moment is a very good time.

At this time, it was only three snaps of fingers before the black-clothed masked man suddenly attacked from top to bottom.

The single-edged sword and the masked man were intertwined into a mystery in Qin Xiaochuan's heart. There are only two people he knows who are related to single-edged swords, and they are both swordsmiths. One is Qiao Tiangong Yu Linling, who has never seen her sword, and only knows some single-edged secrets from the memories of her previous life. The other is Linghu Shenyi, who has gradually changed the style of sword casting and began to develop towards a single edge under the influence of Yu Linling in recent years. These two people have a close relationship with Qin Xiaochuan, and it stands to reason that they will never send a killer.

Questions flashed in my mind, but now is not a good time to pursue them.

The demon green in Qin Xiaochuan's hand appeared, and suddenly the sword wind was backwards, stabbing a pair of peeping eyes. In the screams behind the shadow of the tree, where the green leaf cage was trapped, the black single-edged sword turned into a sharp sword in an instant, as if stabbing out ten thousand points of starlight, cutting through the green cage at the same time, the sharp wind mercilessly slashed through the throat of the voyeur.

But when the tree broke into three pieces and rumbled to the ground again, the black-clothed masked man came out of trouble, and he had lost his opponent's figure.

Just after stabbing the blind voyeur's eyes, Qin Xiaochuan did not hesitate to turn into light and leave, and the target was the public pavilion. He felt as if his news had arrived a little late. At this moment, he misses the old man who played with the eagle when he had nothing to do. In the Central Plains, nothing seems to have escaped the eyes and ears of the old friend who turned against him.

Along the way, he avoided the encirclement of several pursuers.

This is a little bit more serious. Qin Xiaochuan felt that he had become a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouted and beat him. After he contacted an underworld friend who had not been in contact for a long time near the public pavilion to understand the reality, he was shocked to find that the words "crossing the white river" had already been hung on the wanted list of famous and righteous people. Who did it!

"More than ten years ago, the secrets of the major sects were stolen one after another, and many people died because of this. All the places where the incident took place, there are bells that leave your own tokens. A friend of the underworld sighed enviously: "A few years ago, it was rumored that you were taken away by a trip to Hell Island, and now you are actually back." You're going to be famous!"

Qin Xiaochuan did 10,000 good deeds in the Northern Regions, and it took almost twenty years. Before you know it, a hundred years have passed, and Hell Island has swept around the martial arts again. But during this time, Qin Xiaochuan was basically running around in the Northern Regions, Eastern Martial Arts, and Southern Martial Arts, and he was just passing by the Central Plains at all. He sizzled inhaled, feeling a little toothache.

"A few years ago, Feng Wushou was still talking in the underworld to cover you, as if he still didn't have the heart to attract you when he died. ”

"What about the last few years?"

"In recent years, a group of corpse collectors have appeared in Wulin, collecting corpses everywhere to make a fortune. At that time, I thought it was your subordinates, and the area around the public pavilion was specially taken care of. The old friend knocked on the ashes, and his face was full of wrinkles: "The old friends who mixed the rivers and lakes together back then, died and caught, and now only you and I are left." "What kind of Demon Fire Sect, Thunderbolt Gate, it's too dangerous and chaotic, seeing Tian'er's fight and killing each other, the corpse has fattened a group of young people who have just entered the martial arts.

"......" collects the body because there is a coffin shop at home. Qin Xiaochuan continued to have a toothache: "In the future, when you meet a corpse collector with the same surname as me, remember to take special care." "Has the old family Qin Fake Immortal been born now? has never counted the time, and there is no year name to refer to in the bitter realm, when has history evolved now, and how long is it before Su Huanzhen, the pillar of the Central Plains, appears?

Qin Xiaochuan, who was in a daze, chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha, was a little stressed.

"I'm dying. The old friend of the underworld sat quietly in the town near the public pavilion, at the door of a seemingly inconspicuous gambling house: "Remember to close the door when you leave!"

Ten days later.

When Qin Xiaochuan inadvertently passed by this place again, the entire town had been completely razed to the ground, as if this place had never existed.

Someone framed him decades ago. Blame all the charges on "crossing the Shirakawa". This person must be someone he once offended. It's just that a few decades ago, a trip to the Northern Regions made Qin Xiaochuan bond with Buddhism, so that he took root in the Northern Regions, and never returned to the Central Plains as a crossing Baichuan. That person's conspiracy never succeeded, until this time he participated in the Sword and Sea Sword Society in his former capacity, so the news of the return of the "crossing the Shirakawa" spread throughout the Central Plains again with the participants, rekindling the conspiracy that had been buried for decades.

That man...... Qin Xiaochuan has a spectrum in his heart.

He sat in the woods, clenched his wooden staff, and the demon sword in his other hand no longer emitted a chill all the time, and the scene that lingered in his mind was the scene of the town turning to the ground. There were traces of fire on the barren wasteland, and in the place of the gambling house, there was a blackened Hidden Arrow left in the soil. Qin Xiaochuan's last remaining old friend in the Central Plains martial arts was armed with a unique sleeve arrow.

There was wind in the forest, and the night wind gradually smoothed the unevenness of the demon sword.

Qin Xiaochuan stood up, suddenly raised his hand, and grabbed three golden quenched needles from the wind! The shadows of the nearby trees twisted silently, turning into enchanting human forms while people were unprepared, and three golden needles struck from the wind. But the faint aroma of the breeze had already exposed the presence of the sneak attackers. Qin Xiaochuan's head was tilted, and his figure had already stepped behind the woman in black in a flash, and the wooden staff was raised, entangled in the oncoming dust. He happened to be in a bad mood, and his attack was a little out of proportion, and the strong wind swept away from the soles of his feet, which instantly made the sneak attacker lose his balance, and then pressed his knee on his lower abdomen, and the sleeve arrow of his right hand went straight down, nailing it to the woman's ear!

The momentum is terrifying. The black-clothed woman who sneaked up in the night didn't make a sound for a long time, but Qin Xiaochuan slowly calmed down, restrained his killing intent, and lowered his head with a wooden staff across the chest of the woman below him, preventing her from moving further. The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair and a shawl, dressed in black, and in good shape...... It's the face, it's a little familiar.

"You...... You-" Probably had been smooth sailing, never frightened in this way. Under the moonlight, the woman who looked about five points similar to Tan Wuxi's tone was unsteady, and the chill of the arrow next to her cheeks was still there, and she was almost disfigured. The red flowers in her temples were torn apart, and her eyes couldn't help revealing water, but there was still three points of ruthlessness in her eyes, and the dust that was about to move together with one hand was pressed against her chest by the wooden staff, and the other hand lost her strength, and she had to give up the only remaining golden light in her fingers.

Qin Xiaochuan took a breath.

Made: He's going to Desireless Heaven to talk to someone.

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