Ding, ding, the thin man cultivator no longer urged his qi, but swung the soft sword in his hand and stabbed the tip of the sword into the gap between the wall tiles.

The walls of the Great Wilderness Lonely City are not the kind of goods that are pasted with bricks on the surface and filled with loess inside, but the walls here are tall and sturdy, and they are completely made of stone bricks from the inside out.

Every forty or fifty years, the city lord will personally preside over the repair of the city wall to ensure that the only protection of the lonely city of the Great Wilderness can stand.

The tip of the soft sword pierced in, and it immediately hit the wall tiles inside, making a crisp sound like striking iron.

Little by little, he tried to move forward, and suddenly, the soft sword stopped slightly, and then completely submerged into the wall.

The thin man's eyes widened suddenly, the inside of the wall in this position was empty, and he found it!

He immediately urged his strength, raised his foot and kicked it hard, and there was a loud sound, and several broken bricks scattered to the ground, revealing a small hole a foot wide.

Seeing the hole, the thin man shook his head and was very disappointed, the hole could be stepped on to the end with his feet, and it was not a place for the little beggar to hide at all.

So he slapped the gravel off the upper of his shoe, picked up the soft sword and continued to stab it along the wall.

Inside the cave in the wall, the eared cat once again sealed the wall bricks at the entrance of the cave, and said to his companion in a low voice: "That cultivator is approaching this way, and he stabbed the wall with a soft sword. What to do, when he gets here, he will find that the inside of the wall is empty. ”

Ma Peng suggested: "Then let's seal another layer of wall bricks, block his sword, and deceive him." ”

Zheng Qiu groped in the cave for a while, shook his head and replied, "No, there are not enough wall tiles inside, you have to pry the wall of the cave." But the man was so close that he would hear us when we pry bricks. ”

"This ......" Ma Peng clenched his fists and cheered everyone up, "Sure enough, there is only one way to fight hard, take out your confidence, and believe in Zheng Qiu's judgment, that cultivator will definitely not have the ability." ”

Ding, ding, the sound of the tip of the sword hitting the wall brick was getting closer and closer, and Zheng Qiu suddenly thought of an idea.

He pulled his companion over and whispered in their ears, "I have an idea, we'll do this later...... Again......

The sun was setting little by little, and the sky was beginning to darken, and the thin cultivator was still stabbing the wall with his soft sword.

Repeating the same motion, his arm tingling a little, the tip of the sword suddenly lost resistance and sank into the wall again.

His eyes flashed with anticipation, and his arm tugged at the hilt of his sword, ready to draw his soft sword and kick it through the wall bricks.

But the soft sword just shook and didn't pull it out, as if something was stuck in it.

The thin man was puzzled, added some strength to his hand, and drew his sword outward again.

As he moved, the wall protruded outward, and it looked like there was a big thing on the other end of the sword, and if you wanted to pull out the soft sword, you had to tear it open along with the wall.

He paused for a moment, and then showed a hideous smile, Little beggar, do you think that if you don't let me draw my sword, you can't do anything.

He took a deep breath, slowly used his strength to push his strength to his arm, then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly pulled outward with force.

With a bang, large pieces of wall tiles fell, and a figure was brought out holding a soft sword.

The thin man looked at the soft sword intently, and found that the sword was wrapped in torn clothes, and a child clung to the clothes to prevent the soft sword from being withdrawn.

He was furious, pulled back the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and slammed his fist with his left hand against the little beggar's door: "Get out of here!"

As soon as the fist was raised, two stone bricks flew out of the hole in the wall, heading straight for his head. At the same time, two other little beggars ran out of it, holding stone bricks and holding his legs.

The thin man turned his fist into a palm, slapped away the flying stone bricks, raised his foot and kicked it.

The eared cat didn't have time to dodge, and was kicked in the shoulder, and rolled down to the city wall.

Without waiting for the thin man to kick out the second kick, Zheng Qiu on the other side hugged his legs, picked up the stone bricks and smashed them on his knees.

Click, the stone brick snapped, Zheng Qiu froze, the other party didn't scream as expected, just snorted.

Before he could react, the thin man's foot was kicked in front of him and slammed into the temple.

Zheng Qiu only felt that his eyes were black, there was a loud noise in his head, his body was uncontrollably off the ground, and he was kicked and knocked into the hole in the wall.

After kicking Zheng Qiu away, the thin man picked up his fist again, smashed Ma Peng, who was holding the sword body, to the ground, and then tore the clothes wrapped outside.

The clothes were mixed with pieces of stone bricks, and Ma Peng used this to make the clothes firmly stuck with the soft sword.

"Little rabbit cub, do you think cultivators are muddy!"

The thin man glared at Ma Peng and the eared cat who were lying on the ground wailing, and raised his soft sword to slash down at the nearest Ma Peng.

But the sword stopped halfway down, and he thought of the commander's request, if he wanted to show the means, then he couldn't kill it with a sword, but had to torture it slowly.

So he raised his soft sword and aimed it at Ma Peng's ankle, ready to break the little beggar's tendon one by one.

"Stop!" Zheng Qiu crawled out of the hole in the wall with a disgraced face, and lifted the water bladder in his hand high, "You don't want clean water, this is! Let us go, and the water will be given to you." ”

The thin man stopped and licked his chapped lips, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahahaha, even if you pour out this water, as long as you take your little life, Qing Shui Laozi can have as much as he wants!"

The thin man laughed arrogantly on the surface, but he was secretly vigilant in his heart: "This kid is the one who looked like before, he has some cultivation foundation, and he really has some doorways."

Just now, his foot was in the temple, and it is said that ordinary people are kicked like this, and if they don't die, they will lose half their lives. But the boy crawled out of the hole in the wall so quickly, and there was nothing to do, and he was full of anger when he spoke. ”

The thin man's eyes rolled, and the soft sword trembled slightly and stabbed at Ma Peng's ankle.

"Stop!" Seeing that the cultivator ignored himself and continued to attack Ma Peng, Zheng Qiu hurriedly threw away the water bladder and shouted and pounced.

Just in time, the thin man caught a glimpse of Zheng Qiu approaching, and suddenly shook his wrist to turn the soft sword around and stabbed it at Zheng Qiu's chest.

Seeing the tip of the sword attacking, Zheng Qiu was taken aback, the other party actually led him over, but it was too late to avoid it at this time, so he had to instinctively reach out and grab the soft sword.

Snorted, the sword body came into contact with the palm of his hand, and red blood suddenly flowed out from between his fingers, and the soft sword shook left and right and could not advance an inch, and it was actually grabbed by Zheng Qiu.

This time it was the thin man's turn to be surprised, although his soft sword was not sharp, but when he stabbed it, he was so full of energy, how could he grab it with his bare hands.

The feeling of blockage coming from the hilt of the sword proved that the child's palm was stronger than that of ordinary people.

The thin man's heart beat suddenly, his body is stronger than ordinary people, this is a sign of body refining, and sure enough, this child is not an ordinary person.

He instantly became murderous, the person refining the body can't be measured by how much strength, God knows how much ability this kid has, he must be eliminated immediately.

He raised his foot and kicked Zheng Qiu hard in the chest, while pulling his arm back and pulling out the soft sword hard.

Then he let out a loud shout, raised all the qi in the dantian, and urged it towards his arm, and the light gray halo completely covered the soft sword.

"Take your life!" the thin man took a step and quickly chased in the direction where Zheng Qiu fell.

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