The cold gaze made Feng Ye's face change, Xiao Ding was beaten to death, this result was something he didn't expect, he could feel the chill in the young man's eyes.

Feng Ye said with a solemn expression: "Yang Qingkong, this is your complete preparation, what is a mere martial artist in the four realms, this is a butcher, Xiao Ding is dead, what are you going to do?"

Yang Qingkong's face became extremely embarrassed, Xiao Ding is a young monk that his Yang family has taken a fancy to, he has been cultivating for more than ten years, and he will inevitably be the proud worship of the Yang family in the future, even if he is trapped in the future before the earth immortal, he is also a good offering, but now he is dying here like this, and what makes him even more upset is that he has not been able to complete the task assigned by the adult after all.

The blood on his right hand was dripping, and he could even see Sensen's white bones in many places, but Su Ming didn't care, and looked at Feng Ye indifferently and said, "You can't leave today." ”

The words fell, and Su Ming disappeared in an instant.

The next moment appeared in front of Feng Ye's body, and he handed it out with a palm.

Feng Ye's eyes were cold, the aura around him surged, and a sword qi was about to burst out, as the young master of the Feng family, he was not an ordinary person, but a true disciple of the Sword Pavilion, a sword cultivator of the Seven-Story Building, if Su Ming was in his heyday, he might still be a little jealous, but at this moment he was not afraid at all.

It's just that before the sword qi flew out, a powerful aura instantly locked on him, and under the powerful oppression, Feng Ye was pinned in place.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood spit out, Feng Ye's body was knocked out, Su Ming moved his footsteps to catch up, and smashed his fist on Feng Ye's arms, a crisp cracking sound sounded, and Feng Ye slammed into the door of Longsheng Pharmacy.

With his back against the wall, Feng Ye fainted, and his arms were twisted.

Su Ming let out a breath, his face was a little pale and looked behind him, just the moment he punched, he felt the changes in Feng Ye and Yang Qingkong.

Liu Sanbian appeared with a smile on his face, nodded towards Su Ming and said, "Yes, go back and heal your injuries first." ”

Seeing that it was Liu Sanbian, Su Ming was secretly relieved, the injuries on his body were not serious, and he still paid a lot of price through the blood-colored cobweb, Xiao Ding was only a very strong opponent, he didn't speak, and walked towards Liu Sanbian.

A middle-aged man appeared next to Feng Ye at this moment, checked Feng Ye's injuries, the middle-aged man's face became extremely gloomy, just at the moment when Su Ming made a move, a natal flying sword tore open the sword qi around him, and stopped an inch between his eyebrows, so that he didn't dare to move in the slightest, and could only watch Su Ming beat Feng Ye into this appearance.

The middle-aged man fed Feng Ye a pill, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but he knew that since the Yang family had not completed the task of that adult, they had to bear this punch, "Are you satisfied with this result?"

Liu San said lightly: "Suppress the anger in your heart, wait for that idiot to wake up and educate him well, don't let him do stupid things, there will be a next time, he will die." ”

The middle-aged man didn't speak, picked up Feng Ye, turned into a sword light and disappeared in front of the pharmacy.

Yang Qingkong didn't expect that Ling Xiao actually didn't block Liu Sanchang, Ling Xiao, as one of the eight demons of the Sword Pavilion, although his talent was not as strong as Liu Sanchang, but the advantage of being a few years older still allowed him to step into the ten-story building one step ahead of schedule, and he was a sword cultivator who really condensed the natal flying sword, but he didn't expect that such a sword cultivator still didn't block Liu Sanchang, he knew Ling Xiao's character, and he wouldn't suspect that the other party couldn't work.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Qingkong glanced at Xiao Ding's corpse, and said in a stiff tone: "In the Genting Heavenly Palace, Su Ming punched and killed people, violating the laws of the Sword Pavilion, you can't just take him away." ”

Liu Sanbian looked at Yang Qingkong, his eyes were slightly cold, and after taking one hand, he said with a squint: "Yang Qingkong, I don't care what your Yang family's attitude is, and I am not interested in caring about it, but you dare to make a game with my Liu Mansion, and when I step into the twelfth floor, it will be when I ask the sword Yang family." ”

Yang Qingkong's face changed, he opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, he was blocked by Liu San's cold words.

"If you think about it clearly, you won't die if you eat the wrong meal, and if you say the wrong thing, you will die. ”

Liu Sanbian no longer paid attention to Yang Qingkong, he also knew that the Yang family was just a budding bird in this matter, and there were more than one people who wanted to take the big ship of the first descendant disciple.

Ling Xiao also turned into a sword light and fell at this moment, stood beside Yang Qingkong, stretched out his hand and landed on the other party's shoulder, shook his head, and did not speak.

Just looking at Ling Xiao's pale face, a trace of shock flashed in Yang Qingkong's eyes, and in the end, he didn't say a word, watching Liu Sanbian lead Su Ming away.

The excitement ended like this, and the monks who were watching around also dispersed, and many people who were originally curious about Su Ming were also satisfied with the thoughts in their hearts, I have to say that this young man who only has the four realms of martial arts is very powerful, but with this alone, it is impossible to stop the next people's shots.

Liu Sanbian glanced at a corner of the sky, sneered, didn't say anything, and then left with Su Ming turned into a sword light.

Above the sky, Guo Fengru and Song Jia stood together in the sea of clouds, and the two of them witnessed the whole process of the battle below.

Guo Fengru naturally didn't care that Liu Sanbian could find out their location, what he really felt palpitations was the exchange of swords between Liu Sanbian and Ling Xiao before, he didn't get too close to the battle between the two, although he didn't see it too clearly, but the sword was defeated, which he never expected, Liu Sanbian's combat power was still above his expectations, and he didn't know if the natal flying sword still hid any magical powers, but just with the power shown by the sword just now, there were few opponents under the sword immortal.

Even if he had become a sword immortal figure, he couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart, but at this moment, he could only suppress this worry and asked Song Jia beside him, "Little junior sister, do you see it clearly?"

Song Jia frowned slightly, in the previous battle, Su Ming's combat power was very strong, if the power of the punch really smashed on her body, she might also lose, but after knowing the combat power of Su Ming's martial artist, she naturally had the idea of fighting, if she really made a sword, she would have at least a nine-layer winning rate, and a sword cultivator at the peak of the Eight Towers would use his strength to make a sword, and it should not be difficult to kill a martial artist of the Four Realms.

"Senior brother, I'm a sword cultivator. ”

Guo Fengru said slowly: "Don't take it lightly, the Yang family tried the details of that young man, and the next step is to arrange a chance for the junior sister to make a move." ”

"It's hard work, brother, I'll do my best to draw my sword. ”

Song Jia did not refuse, although there was no grudge between her and the young man, but this was Shizun's order, and it was about her future, she couldn't refuse, the road was rugged, between life and death, her choice was naturally life and death.

After returning to Liufu, Su Ming was still returned to the barrel by Liu Sanchang, and the previous injuries had not fully recovered, and the injuries he suffered in the battle just now were not light, and the medicinal solution could help him recover faster.

The old man stood on top of the attic and beckoned, and Liu Sanbian directly turned into light.

Standing beside the old man, Liu Sanchang's face finally became solemn, today's battle is not not dangerous, even he has personally swords, if he hadn't defeated Ling Xiao so simply before, and was dragged by Ling Xiao, then Su Ming would inevitably face the joint killing of Yang Qingkong and Feng Ye after defeating Xiao Ding, at that time, Su Ming was naturally dead and lifeless.

"Second grandfather, they can't wait. ”

The old man nodded: " There is also April, which is the sword pavilion once every three years to climb the mountain and draw the sword, there will be three hundred disciples in the outer gate, and the true disciples will also have people climb the mountain to draw the sword, Su Ming wants to really worship the sword pavilion, then he must take this road, the same, the old pavilion master will naturally go out at that time, they will not watch the old pavilion master out of the customs, these people will inevitably make a move before the mountain draws the sword, Song Fuyao has always said one or the other, she said that if she wants to kill, then she will definitely kill, if the closed disciple under her door on the second layer is defeated, then we will be greeted by the strength of several descendants of Song Fuyao。 ”

Liu San frowned, this is an unsolvable question, even if he is now in the Sword Pavilion with a very high rank, he is the junior disciple of the contemporary pavilion master, if he wants to use the sword, then it can only be as a disciple of the Liu family, otherwise the pavilion master will not let him make a move.

"Second grandfather, what should I do then?"

The old man looked at the Cloud Pavilion above his head and smiled, "What does Big Brother think?"

Liu Bai and a middle-aged man appeared in the attic together, Liu Bai said lightly: "Although the Liu family is not strong, they are not afraid, since they are going to fight, then do the last one, what are you afraid of." ”

Liu Sanbian looked at his grandfather and father with some surprise, since the events of that year, his grandfather and father rarely returned to the ancestral house, and they have always practiced in the Cloud Pavilion, but they didn't expect to come back together today.

Liu Qingcang looked at his son with great satisfaction, and laughed: "Don't be so surprised, I can't break the threshold after many years of retreat, after all, my ability is not enough, but I am also a member of the Liu family, since Song Fuyao is going to fight, then I naturally want to come back to play the sword." ”

The old man said with a smile: "In this case, then the second Huang Xi will be handed over to me, the third Han Weizhi will be left to the eldest brother, and the fourth Nalan Jingqi and the fifth Guo Fengru on the fourteenth floor will be handed over to Qingcang." ”

"Of course, they won't forget the three changes, Ling Xiao has already tried your bottom today, and at least two of the eight demons of your generation will come forward to drag it out, and the person who asked the sword should be that Song Jia. ”

"But it doesn't matter, the sword cultivation at the peak of the Yastori Building, this kid is not without a chance. ”

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In order to make Su Ming have more combat power, the old man also roughly calculated the time, the last half month of boxing practice, the shot has become a lot more aggressive, but it is a little looser for refining the soul, after all, the recovery of the soul is relatively slow, and the next battle that Su Ming has to bear is not simple, and the recovery of the polishing of the body will be faster.

So the old man's punch was more ruthless and heavier, and he didn't give Su Ming any choice to refuse at all, and smashed his fist on Su Ming's body, this layer of superimposed power made Su Ming miserable, and he had to admit that no one could compare with the old man in terms of physical torture.

Outside the attic, the little girl sat cross-legged, meditating on the aura of heaven and earth, but it didn't take long for her to hear a cry of pain from the attic, and she couldn't help but twitch her eyelids, and finally opened her eyes, she rarely went out after Su Ming came back that day, and stayed at home alone to practice hard, just became a qi practitioner, she was not very anxious, but she actually kept in mind what happened that day, although she didn't resent anyone, but she was very unhappy about her powerlessness.

Liu Sanbian once said that Ah Li is a very thoughtful little girl, who seems to be gentle, but she has her own truth in her heart.

The little girl let out a breath of turbidity and closed her eyes again, trying not to be disturbed by the astonishing movement in the attic.

Half a month ago, Liu Sanbian said casually that being able to practice in such an environment can be regarded as an opportunity for her to cultivate with all her strength, as long as she can resist the waves of the heart lake, it will have the effect of doubling the result with half the effort for practicing qi and breathing.

After hearing Liu Sanbian say this, the little girl's daily meditation time was changed to Su Ming's practice boxing, but half a month has passed, and the little girl still hasn't really completed a Sunday conversion, which can't help but make her a little discouraged.

Above the attic, Su Ming stood there with difficulty, bending over slightly, the piercing pain made him grit his teeth.

The old man looked at Su Ming very calmly, Su Ming had passed a level before, but the next battle would be even more terrifying, and he could only do so.

"In the battle with Xiao Ding, you also saw your limit, the next thing you have to face is not the outer disciple of the Sword Pavilion, but the real disciple of the lineage, that is the real sword cultivation, although Song Jia is only the sword cultivation of the peak of the Eight Buildings, but it is by no means ordinary, inheriting Song Fuyao's Sanyin Sword Dao, the lethality is not comparable to ordinary sword cultivation, if you want to survive under her sword, then you have to go to the next level, you don't have much time. ”

Listening to the old man's words, Su Ming gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Senior, continue." ”

The old man nodded, he knew it was difficult, but this was the path of martial arts, if you want to achieve a high position that others can't achieve, you have to pay the sweat that others can't pay.

The punch started, several punches were handed out, and the old man punched unceremoniously, but this time the punch was with the power of the four realms, the punch was majestic, but the strength was a little smaller, but the fist intent was still as heavy as a mountain.

Knock knock knock......

It was still a sky-bombarding style, and ten punches in a row smashed on top of the sixth innate qi, and Su Ming's body, which was heavy and painful, made a cracking sound, and the bones rubbed and made a crashing sound, and Su Ming, who was already tired, became even more dying.

The old man looked at Su Ming and said lightly: "Comprehend this last punch well, and condense the seventh innate qi by taking advantage of the situation, which will give you an extra chance of winning." ”

When the words fell, the old man instantly appeared in front of Su Ming's body, his big fist was like a seal, and it smashed heavily on the position of the heart, and the power of the Heaven Swallowing Style seemed to be tearing the heart, and the heart-rending pain made Su Ming let out a terrible howl in an instant.

Hearing this cry, the old man frowned, and said coldly: "There is still strength to scream, I have said it, condense the innate qi, and when I speak, it is a fart?"

Bang bang bang.

There was a violent crash, and the cry of pain was instantly drowned out, as if it had been grabbed by the throat.

Obviously, the old man had something to do with a series of punches, and the punch that was originally said to be good became many more punches.

The fist was fist to the flesh, and the fist strength penetrated into Su Ming's body little by little, and under the control of the old man, these forces all bombarded towards the heart.

The old man closed his fists and stood, with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "Seize this opportunity and strive to take another step, if you fail, you will really die." ”

Sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, Su Ming had blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were closed, but there was also blood flowing out of the corners of his eyes, and the seven orifices were bleeding, only between life and death.

Rumble!

At this moment, the dozens of fists in the body converged along with the power of the original punch to swallow the sky, and bombarded towards the heart, wrapped in power in all directions, and heavily compressed Su Ming's heart.

Looking at this scene, the old man was silent, there was no need to be so fast, but their time was running out, if Su Ming wanted to live, he had to be more powerful, and only in this way could he be able to compete with that sword cultivator.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Su Ming's face was extremely pale, and the breath on his body was like a candle flame, extremely weak, and the fist power around his heart was still squeezing his heart little by little, and the superimposed power was suffocating, as if it was about to crush the heart.

Guarding the last bit of his mind, Su Ming was unwilling to admit defeat, he couldn't die yet, between life and death, he gathered the six innate qi in his body around his heart, and raised his face that was so painful that it was distorted, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fists, as if instinctively, and handed a punch forward.

Boom!

Like a thunder sound, the heart suddenly rebounded under the compression, and an innate qi was born, and a majestic force drove the heart's beating, shattering the fist power suppressed around it one by one, and the fist intent of that body became more condensed.

The old man looked at Su Ming who was in a coma with great satisfaction, and he still survived, this is the best result, and the next time is to let Su Ming recuperate, waiting for the first person in the south to make a move.

This time the injury, Su Ming took three days to recover, he knew that the old man was for his good, but this test between life and death was not always able to come over, this time he was able to come over completely by a trace of luck, and he didn't know if he could survive again.

In the next few days, the old man was not punching, but sat with Su Ming and talked about boxing, without forced indoctrination, the old man just told Su Ming his thoughts, everyone's path is different, and only when he really walked out of his own martial arts road can he really go long-term.

The old man who had great expectations for Su Ming naturally would not want to just stop at the Nine Realms of the World.

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