Chapter 55: The cherry blossoms are merciless, and the blood lotus withers

The morning light is bright, and the fog is thick in the mountains.

It was originally for the purpose of chasing and killing, since it has already caught up, there is no need to say more, Wei Xian is menacing, and without saying anything, he will trigger the spiritual power in his body to do it, and his body exudes wisps of red aura, like a human-shaped lotus flower blooming in this mountain and this forest.

A lotus flower formed by the convergence of spiritual power was pushed out of Wei Xian's hand, and the lotus flower flew in the air and began to wither, and the petals fell one by one, but they did not fall to the earth, but suddenly flew out, heading straight for Su Qing.

On the way to track, Dong Song explained to Wei Xian why there were many people in the Peach Building yesterday, and Zheng Yuqing and others would all flee, and the saliva spent on Su Qing would naturally not be less, but Dong Song couldn't weigh Su Qing's "martial arts" clearly, and could only compare them with Yan Yan's physical strength.

But yesterday, Yan Yan was seriously injured and forcibly fought with Su Qing with a breath, Dong Song felt that Su Qing was nothing more than Erer in comparison, but he forgot how he was suppressed so much that he couldn't backhand.

The lotus petals flew like a flying knife, and Su Qing asked Zheng Yuqing behind him to retreat, but he couldn't avoid it at the moment, otherwise if one or two flying knives hit Zheng Yuqing, the small body of the eldest prince would die.

Su Qing didn't have too much skill, and he wouldn't, a punch that gathered spiritual power, and the power of a punch without fist intent was naturally not called fist power, but just a fist to punch out the spiritual power in his body. Su Qing punched out, and instead of continuing to condense the spiritual power on the fist, he indulged it to burst out, hedged with the lotus petals, and consumed each other.

Wei Xian was moved, listening to Dong Song's description of Su Qing on the way, thinking that the little boy who could defeat Yan Yan might really be a martial arts wizard, he already had the skills of a great martial arts master at a young age, but being able to defeat Yan was just taking advantage of the danger of others, if Yan Yan was not injured and fought in a peak state, he would naturally not be defeated, but now Wei Xian saw that Su Qing could be shocked out of the body with "internal force", this must be the "true qi" to reach a certain level of strength to be able to do it, and it is not too much to rank in the top ten of the martial arts list.

But with this blow, Wei Xian was not enough to weigh Su Qing's catties, and when the first attack was eliminated by Su Qing, Wei Xian stepped forward and approached Su Qing, and the wisps of blood-colored aura on his body were even worse.

Seeing Wei Xian approaching, Su Qing clenched his fists, and suddenly made a crackling sound, the wound on his back had not completely healed, but it was not enough to affect Su Qing, if he lifted the medicine cloth at this moment, he would find that the wound on Su Qing's back was only a layer of congealed scabs.

After all, it was just an ordinary sword blade injury, and there was no spiritual power on it, and for a qi practitioner, receiving a sword was not a fatal place, it was really not a thing.

Wei Xian made a move, slapped out with a palm, and the mist in the mountains and forests surged with it, Su Qing felt a wave of oppression coming, the mist hit his face, with water vapor, cold and cold, he only had one punch, and the fist came out with spiritual power, and the fist hit Wei Xian's palm.

Wei Xian's arm shook, but it was obviously fine, the blood and qi in his palm were entangled, and he took Su Qing's punch, and then grabbed the fist in his palm, Su Qing's fist was like being caught by pliers, unable to move, unable to take it back.

The spiritual power in his body gathered in his fist, and Su Qing wanted to break free of Wei Xian's palm confinement, but the latter twisted it hard, and the angle of rotation exceeded one hundred and eighty degrees, and the blood qi in his hand destroyed the fist imprisoned in his palm.

Su Qing gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, but silent, the spiritual power exploded in the fist, Su Qing was able to withdraw his fist, only to see that the skin of his right fist was cracked, like broken ceramics, the cracks spread, countless lines of bleeding, and the palm was broken and fractured, which was caused by Wei Xian's twisting and gripping.

"Ahh Su Qing's eyes were red, and he endured the severe pain and twisted back the palm that was one hundred and eighty degrees out of place with his arm, and then opened and contracted his palm, it was okay, and he could still move.

Wei Xian saw it, there was a look of appreciation in his eyes, thinking that his family suffered a tragedy, only he survived, a ten-year-old child in the helpless rivers and lakes, he could only support himself, self-reliance, naturally to be more self-reliant, suffering and hardship in the years, all relying on a stubborn will, tenacious survival.

The actions of Su Qing in front of him are somewhat similar to the young self, and in Wei Xian's eyes, there is also the child who changed his name and was codenamed Yan Yan.

It's just that no matter what, it won't be the reason for Wei Xian's subordinates to show mercy, just like learning from Dong Song's mouth that Yan Yan is dead, even if he personally taught him the Blood Lotus Dafa, but compared to Wei Xian's general trend, he is still more ruthless, and any children who appreciate and are similar to himself are simply dispensable.

has no combat skills, which is a defect of Su Qing, who has only been to the martial arts hall of Qinhe a few times.

Su Qing twisted his neck, there was black spiritual power flowing quietly in his body, he clenched his hands into fists, then took a few steps back, and suddenly rushed forward, jumped up, jumped an arc, and smashed Wei Xian with a fierce fist, the momentum was amazing.

Wei Xian's hands circled in front of him, as if he was fabricating something out of thin air, only to see the blood qi circling in the middle, a blood lotus a little larger than a human head condensed out, rotating in the void, causing the surrounding mist to move, Su Qing was dragged, and his body was directly chaotic, and he could only attract the spiritual power in his body to fall into the small world of the person's body, so that the body could fall to the ground without being sucked under the interference of the blood lotus.

The moment Su Qing fell to the ground, with a flick of his other hand, three black thorns flew out of his hand, breaking through the air, Wei Xian almost condensed the blood lotus condensed in his hand, and attracted it to protect it in front of him, thinking that he could block the three black thorns with the blood lotus, but he didn't expect that the black thorns that he didn't know what was turned into directly passed through the blood lotus, leaving three holes on the almost condensed blood lotus.

The black thorn passed through the blood lotus, assassinated and stabbed Wei Xian, this eunuch with strong martial arts reacted quickly, his body dodged, and his hands went to block, and the three black thorns left a blood mark on Wei Xian's right hand, and one pierced a hole in Wei Xian's right shoulder, and one stabbed in the air.

In the blink of an eye, Su Qing had already come closely, and with a punch, he still had no skills, and he looked domineering, but he had no fist intent, and naturally his fist strength was not high, so he just looked domineering.

Wei Xian reacted, protecting himself with one hand, blocking Su Qing's domineering punch, but his body was knocked back, his feet hung on the ground for nearly a meter, and then it was the same move, Wei Xian's hand that blocked Su Qing's punch had a tyrannical blood flow, making it seem like there was a devouring hole in the palm, and it was going to suck Su Qing's fist firmly.

Su Qing sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly withdrew his fist, Wei Xian's palm wanted to follow the fist, but he felt a sharp pain from his other hand and right shoulder, Wei Xian went to the wound that was cut by the black thorn, only to see that it had turned black, and the blood that flowed out was like freshly ground ink.

"Poisonous?!" Wei Xian hurriedly stopped the blood flow from the wound and forced out the infected blood.

"Xiao Er is so vicious and vicious. Wei Xian stared at Su Qing and said.

"Master, are you alright?" came Dong Song's voice behind Wei Xian.

Wei Xian didn't want to pay attention to Dong Song, a waste disciple, and moved his right hand and right shoulder, and after feeling that he was okay, he suddenly made a move, striding forward, extremely fast, and stretched out one hand to grab Su Qing, straight to his throat.

Su Qing punched again, what was different from before was that a black thorn was held in his hand, when Wei Xian's hand was approaching, Su Qing's punch was released, and then he held the black thorn and stabbed out, and the ten-centimeter-long black thorn was completely stabbed into Wei Xian's palm by Su Qing.

Blood splattered, spraying on Su Qing's hand, and then soon Wei Xian's hand that was pierced by the black thorn, the blood was slowly turning black, and began to corrode and die.

Then Wei Xian's claw still grabbed Su Qing's hand and pulled it over, and then the other hand hit Su Qing's chest with a strong palm, and the spiritual power impacted, Su Qing's clothes on his chest were directly torn, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, spraying Wei Xian's face and body.

Wei Xian didn't stop there, and pressed Su Qing to the ground, and bright red lotus petals suddenly floated around him, surrounding him and Su Qing.

Gao Wei and Han Wei wanted to save Su Qing, but there were also people on Wei Xian's side, Dong Song, Frost Leaf and Shen Bing were all shot, not to mention that with three to two, Gao Wei and Han Wei themselves were difficult to protect themselves.

In the endless lotus petals that seemed to be swept up by a blood-colored whirlwind, Su Qing was suppressed on the ground by Wei Xian's spiritual pressure and couldn't move, but between life and death, Su Qing's face was hideous, his heart was beating violently, and a force seemed to be slowly reviving from his body, like an ancient murderer ending his eternal sleep.

The moment Wei Xian raised a hand, a spiritual power broke through the air, piercing the endless lotus petals directly, shooting at a speed that Wei Xian couldn't react at all, shooting on his shoulder, and then one arm flew up, and then rolled to the ground.

At Wei Xian's broken arm, a large amount of blood gushed out, and Wei Xian looked up to the sky and groaned in pain.

Then there was a voice that only Su Qing overheard, a sentence of "noisy to death", like an invisible big knife slashing, Wei Xian, who was still suppressing Su Qing and almost killing Su Qing, fell directly to the ground, without warning, and died like that.

The head was separated, blood gushed out, and there was an arm lying not far away, which was close to Su Qing, and the young man did not feel any fear, or any discomfort, and his mood was calm and could not make a little wave.

"Trouble. Su Qing heard another sentence.

Immediately afterwards, the three of Winter Pine, Frost Leaf and Shen Bing all fell to the ground, making Gao Wei and Han Yu, who had fought hard with the three of them, look dazed.

Without Wei Xian's spiritual power suppression, an inexplicable vicious touch in Su Qing's body disappeared, he got up and sat on the ground, and saw that in this white mist, there was a woman standing in front of him, with a stunning face, smiling at him.

In an instant, Su Qing saw that the stunning woman's black hair had turned into a cherry blossom-colored pink hair, which looked out of place in the world.

Between the void of heaven and earth, eight figures appeared behind her, one with only a curved silhouette and no colorless posture, but only the eyes on each figure seemed extremely real, but without exception, all of them were cold and ruthless.

Look at the stunning woman again, her face is expressionless.

In the next moment, Su Qing seemed to have crossed two worlds and returned again, still in the misty mountains and forests, there were corpses around him, like corpses.

In front of her, the smiling face of the stunning woman was like a flower, bright and beautiful.