Between the chaotic battles in Qintai, Shen Qiu held the greedy wolf blade in his hand, and moved under his feet, making his body light, like a leaf falling in the wind, flashing back and forth in front and behind the group of besiegers.

In an attempt to disrupt the formation of thieves.

But this autumn wind knife, which was invincible in the past, encountered obstacles this time.

It's like the autumn wind blowing on a high wall, and every time you swing your sword, you are resisted by those fierce Flame Sect members.

There is no hint of roundness.

Although these guys are small in number, they are all elites, and their martial arts are not weak.

Let Shen Qiu have no choice but to play the game of Musou mowing the grass as before.

But that didn't bother him.

Approaching the enemy, Shen Qiu's knife style changed, and when the Holy Fire Cultist in front of him resisted the blade with a long soldier, he turned the light blade into a heavy slash.

Skillful force turned into brute force, under the heavy pressure and chopping, the knife broke through the scorching heat, brought the blood of the person in front of him, slashed him to the ground, and turned around with a knife, and those who tried to sneak attack were also cut down with a knife.

He looked back at Dongfang Ce.

With the assistance of these seven swordsmen, the precarious Mo family front quickly stabilized.

But among the thieves, the arrogant man who held the light pestle in both hands no longer attacked the Mo family who had suffered heavy casualties, but as if he had found a target.

In the frenzied tiger roar, he rushed up and fought with Dongfang Ce.

The sword style of the seven-cut swordsman was delicate and light, quite Taoist charm, and the two heavy light pestles in the hands of the fierce man were entangled with strange sparks, and his body was wrapped with scorching and domineering aura.

This sudden battle, the evil internal strength, made Dongfang Ce's pressure increase sharply.

Hitting one person, and hitting a group of people, is naturally different.

Between the swing of the bell, Shen Qiu flashed in front of Dongfang Ce's body, and slashed out with a knife in his hand, covering the sword intent, forcing the arrogant man to take a few steps back.

He turned around and threw out an autumn wind sweeping leaves.

When the cold air surged, it forced several Flame Sect members who rushed to retreat.

The cold ice and fire are relative, and Shuo Xue's cold qi suppresses these guys stronger than other opponents.

"Brother Dongfang, help the Mo family guard here!"

Shen Qiu said to Dongfang Ce, who was holding a sword behind him:

"Your seven-cut sword style is slow and fast, soft and rigid, the best at defensive countermeasures, wait for me to entangle such evil and ferocious people first, you clean up those demons, and then come to help me break the enemy!"

Dongfang Ce saw that the blade in Shen Qiu's hand was cold, his eyes blinked, and he had doubts in his heart, but he knew that this was not the time to ask more.

He reflexively took two steps back, guarding in front of the wounded of the Mo family, guarding against the people of the Demon Sect who would not retreat in front of him.

He asked aloud:

"Brother Shen, that person is a rare body forging martial artist, you can treat him alone, okay?"

"Why not?"

Shen Qiu shook the greedy wolf knife in his hand, and a touch of cold qi escaped on the blade, and the momentum around his body also became cold, canceling out the scorching and domineering aura of the Holy Fire Sect man in front of him.

Everyone is in the list, and it happens to be an opposing attribute attack, who is afraid of whom?

Shen Qiu's feet were lightly tapped, and between the swaying of his body, in the sound of the bell, he flashed two feet in front of the big man, and a scorching breath came to his face, like a brilliant scorching sun, scorching the earth.

I have long heard that the true qi of the Holy Fire Sect in the Western Regions is like a raging fire, and if you hit your opponent, it will be fire poison entering your body.

If there are dead or wounded, the wound is scorched, like a flame.

When I saw it today, it was really wonderful.

"Bell"

The greedy wolf knife slashed down without a shadow, cutting through the cumbersome clothes of the Western Regions cultists, leaving cold scars, Shen Qiu's long blade swung lightly, shaking out a few knife shadows, and wanted to open the wound by taking advantage of the situation.

But the blade of the knife slid down, but it was resisted by the heavy pestle of light.

This strange weapon is like an extremely short spear.

There is a handle in the middle, and there are six-sided pointed cones at the front and back ends, three feet long, and there are gold veins on it, like a flame pattern.

It's a blade, but it's more like a sacrificial thing.

This kind of blade is not the Central Plains since ancient times, it is said that thousands of years ago, although Buddhism was introduced to the Central Plains from Ayutthaya, it was originally a Buddhist blade.

In some tantric lineages in the snowy region, this weapon symbolizes invincibility and invincibility.

It's just that the development has come and gone, and I don't know what went wrong in the middle, this should have been a Buddhist blade, but it has become a standard weapon on the side of the Holy Fire Sect.

After the Demon Sect became powerful, it even became the status symbol of those Holy Fire Sect demons on the rivers and lakes.

"Smack"

The bright pestle flicked outward, and the greedy wolf knife was picked open for a moment, and then between the slight swing of Shen Qiu's wrist, like a flying insect buzzing, it slid back towards the neck of the fierce man.

Weapons collide with a single touch.

The Tyrannical True Qi was shot out by the Bright Pestle, and was shattered by Shen Qiu's finger of Xuan Bing, and the scorching heat dissipated, which also melted the ice armor covered by his hands.

There was indifference in the eyes of the tall man in front of him, and he took off his cut shirt and threw it away.

The clothes began to burn as soon as they left their hands, and the flames flew in dots.

On that exaggerated tendon meat, the wound cut by Shen Qiuhan's knife reached the dermis.

No blood was oozing.

His muscular muscles were covered with all kinds of old wounds, like pieces of iron that had been forged into real copper skin and iron bones.

There is no doubt about it.

This is an extremely clever horizontal practice of kung fu.

The muscular man held the bright pestle in both hands, and the scorching true qi swam in his body, causing the air around this person to distort abnormally, and the sharp double pestle blades were like high-temperature gathering points.

When that thing comes into contact with the flesh, it's a scorching hole in flesh.

Shen Qiu's face was solemn.

He was in front of this man's eyes as if he were facing a raging fire.

It's scorching.

Shuo Xue's true qi rushed out, rushing away the scorching and domineering qi.

The cold wind and high temperature were entangled, so that the cyclones around the earth began to whistle and pull.

This should be the real sense, the first master of the land list of life and death, Jinan Yin and Yang Dao Yang Fu, is the last of the land list, and its real strength should be between the top of the land list and the person list.

Half-step list, this is more appropriate.

Whether it is momentum, pressure, or combat belief, Yang Fu is far inferior to the Holy Flame Master in front of him.

"Flame help me!"

The man stared at Shen Qiu closely, whispered a scripture, and stabbed like a bull.

The vajra strikes, opening and closing moves.

Lightning and flint, more than a dozen stabs were stabbed, seemingly stabbing indiscriminately, but they blocked Shen Qiu's dodge space, and the blazing true qi ignited at the tip of the blade, like a mirror reflection.

Every time I look at it, the light is magnificent, and the eyes are confused.

This bright pestle method was played by this brave man, and Zhang Fei was as delicate and dangerous as piercing a needle.

Shen Qiu's long knife was in his hand, his toes were on the ground, and he kept retreating.

Always keep a long distance from the big man, and the cold wind around him is sweeping, like a storm crashing on the shore, consuming the sharp spirit of this big man.

After ten steps of retreat, the latter's bright pestle stabbed forward for a few minutes, and was dodged sideways by Shen Qiu with phantom footwork.

The old power of the flame master has been exhausted, and the new power has not yet been born.

Fatal flaw!

Shen Qiu's eyes narrowed, he held the knife in his right hand, and his left hand clasped the blade with his Xuanbing fingers, making a knife draw.

I saw a flash of cold knives in front of me.

The white dragon is out of the sheath, like blowing snow and autumn wind.

The biting cold air came to his face, and the three-point sacrifice of his life advanced, so that the greedy wolf knife was covered with a layer of ice blades.

Dodge in ten steps and build up strength.

Just for this backlash.

"Huh"

Shen Qiu's figure swept sharply, like a ghost moving forward, and the land of three feet flashed by.

Maintaining the chopping motion, the frost on the long blade in his hand faded.

The blade was scorching, and the slightest blood was churning.

It's like a drop of water that has been evaporated.

He had never been hostile to the Jianghu people who practiced kung fu before.

This horizontal practice of kung fu, heavy forging and beating of the flesh, what golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, all pay attention to the ultimate forging body.

Kung Fu is quite difficult to practice.

But after refining, the effect is extraordinary.

In the face of such an opponent, ordinary swords and swords are like gua sha.

To face the enemy, it is necessary to accumulate strength, seize the slightest flaw, and break the enemy with one blow.

Behind Shen Qiu, the Holy Flame Great Man turned around, from his chest to his waist and abdomen, he had been scarred by a knife, and there were blood stains overflowing little by little, but the scorching light pestle protected his heart.

Let that break the enemy blow only a little bit.

But it was not done.

"Bell"

The bright pestle in the hand of the big man was cut off by the greedy wolf, and the tip of the blade fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, but unfortunately the remaining strength on the knife was no longer enough to break through the body of Henglian.

"It's a pity."

Shen Qiu danced a knife flower, regretting in his heart.

The sword drawing technique is lightning and flint, fast as thunder, and has the power of fierce assault.

But it still didn't hurt that person's mind, and he couldn't find the horizontal practice cover door.

Most of the people on this list were killed in the sea of corpses and blood, and they have extremely rich experience in fighting, and sure enough, every one of them is not easy to deal with.

Seeing that Shen Qiu's fierce sword drawing technique had failed to break his defense, the disc face showed a touch of contempt, and he threw away the broken light pestle in his hand and moved his muscles to strengthen his muscles.

"The people of the Central Plains... Weak! ”

The man from the Western Regions said in a strange voice, and deliberately shook his little thumb at Shen Qiu, clenched it into a fist, and patted it on his strong chest.

It seems to be provocative.

His martial arts are more important than horizontal kung fu, relying on a brute force that has been tempered thousands of times to crisscross the Western Regions, and when it comes to improving longitudinal and light skills, he is naturally inferior to Shen Qiu.

He retreated in ten steps just now, and he didn't touch Shen Qiu when he made more than a dozen moves.

It's like a cannon hitting a mosquito.

The power is strong enough, and it is useless if you can't hit it.

He wanted to use this provocation to induce Shen Qiu to continue hand-to-hand combat and continue to work brutally, so as to create a chance for himself to break the enemy.

"Okay!"

In the face of this provocation, in the cold wind, Shen Qiu chuckled.

He sheathed the greedy wolf, and slapped the knife box behind his back, and between the faint roar of the tiger, the heavy seven-star shaking light fell into his hand.

With a sharp weapon in his hand, the fierce knife intent came to his face, and the skin of the big man who stabbed him was painful.

Seeing Shen Qiu holding the shaking light, he made another sword drawing technique.

The contemptuous face of the big man also flashed uneasiness in his eyes.

"Despicable!"

The man roared, grabbed the light pestle in one hand, and shot it like a hidden weapon, which was dodged by Shen Qiu.

The scorching blade smashed on the rockery, and the rockery rubble flew sideways.

His palms flew, and the gravel under his feet flew like a tyrannical bull rushing towards Shen Qiu.

Palm after palm was shot forward, the palm of the hand wrapped around the flame true qi, hurried and fast, trying to suppress Shen Qiu, and couldn't let Shen Qiu pull out the knife again.

The knife just now, his copper skin and iron bones can block it.

But this knife can't be stopped!

"Heh, people from the Western Regions... Litter! ”

Shen Qiu returned the provocation just now as it was.

The blade of this shaking knife is so thick, how can it be possible to make a knife drawing technique as fast and ferocious as a greedy wolf?

He's just scaring the rammer.

didn't think he was really fooled.

Playing an ordinary list, there is no need to shake the light, Shen Qiu just scared him, he dodged the attack, put away the knife and returned the sheath.

Since the outside is strong, it is necessary to change the way of thinking and break through from the inside.

Seeing Shen Qiu raise the knife, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of this man from the Western Regions. Isn't there something wrong with this cunning Central Plains person's brain?

Without that treasure knife, Shen Qiu's bean sprouts physique would not be enough for him to punch him.

His confidence surged, and he roared, and his fist was a few more fierce, and the heat around him was even worse. He's going to do it all at once!

With the unparalleled strength of the people of the Western Regions, knock this rabbit-like bean sprout to the ground!

Shen Qiu didn't use the blade, he took the fist palm path, let him move three points faster, and with the phantom footwork, between the jingling of the bell, there were several palms, hitting the strong muscles of the man in the Western Regions.

The fists collided, and the solid skin made a sound like dead wood.

Shen Qiu's strength is not a strong point, hitting the man in the Western Regions, it is like a mosquito bite, it seems to be weak and powerless, like dancing, but the latter is okay if he doesn't move his true anger...

As soon as the fiery true qi in the body was activated, a pain rose from the liver.

It's like several cold needles, frantically poking the acupuncture points and meridians, the true qi circulation is not smooth, and there is severe pain churning.

The scorching flames burning in his palms flickered and almost extinguished, as if the air supply was insufficient.

"Does this ghost claw taste good?"

At the moment when the big man gritted his teeth and rushed away the "qi needle" in his body with his true qi, Shen Qiuyin's voice sounded in front of him.

He suddenly came back to his senses, and saw Shen Qiu in front of him turn his palm into a claw.

In the howl of the ghost crying wolf flying in the cold air, the Seven Kills of the Absolute Shadow came out, and the two claws danced in front of him, as if Shen Qiu had grown seven or eight hands out of thin air.

The muscular man crossed his arms in front of him.

In the next moment, the gloomy aura slammed into his tempered body, and Shuoxue Xuangong shaped the gloomy and cold qi and turned into more than a dozen qi needles into his body.

It's like pouring a scoop of ice water into a pot of red-hot oil, and in an instant it is a splash of sparks.

This man from the Western Regions cultivated his scorching true qi, and was stirred by this cold qi in his body, and the pain he endured was several times more than that of ordinary people.

He screamed.

The defensive action was deformed immediately, and it was hit by Shen Qiu's fist, like a war hammer, hitting the shoulder.

"Bang"

The tall man collapsed like a mountain and fell to his knees with a punch.

Humiliation is unusual.

is covered in copper skin and iron bones, and obviously has the strength to fight again.

However, the cold qi needle penetrated his body, but the thick flame true qi in his body was made to death, like an invisible chain wrapped around his body.

A brilliant holy fire martial art, it is difficult to play three out of ten.

"Bell"

Shen Qiu took out the black ghost shadow needle from his hand, and used the ghost shadow needle method to restrain the muscular man in front of him.

But who knew that the thin needle pierced this guy's skin, and it made a sound of iron and stone.

The needle can't get it in at all, it's like it's stuck in iron.

Think about it, a sharp weapon like the greedy wolf knife can only break through the flesh and blood, but cannot hurt the bones, let alone this needle made of ordinary fine iron?

"Huh"

Seeing that the Great Han of the Western Regions was still struggling, Shen Qiu took a step back and pointed at the sword, if the phantom swept sharply, it was pointed on the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest, and Shuoxue cold qi was injected into the acupuncture point.

Turn the cold into a gas needle.

After clicking like this a dozen more times, this cold qi needle was used instead of a sharp needle, and the person's whole body was locked, so that he was lying on the ground as if he were paralyzed.

Lost all over his body.

Only the head and facial features can be moved.

Shen Qiu gathered his true qi, so that the cold air around his body disappeared, his robe was also windless, he carried a knife box on his back, and his hair was not messy, which in the eyes of others, it was even more superb.

If Yang Fu had taken the Yin Yang Sword lightly before, Shen Qiu would still have doubts about the strength of his own land list.

After the battle of this Holy Fire Sect master, all the doubts in his heart subsided.

Do not shake the light, has won the easy.

If you shake the light, supplemented by the explosion of self-sacrifice, I am afraid that within five moves, you can cut off the head of this reckless man. TV debut

He had no more doubts.

No more questions.

Countless days and nights in the dream of penance martial arts, such as dripping stone wearing, gathering sand into a tower, step by step silently walking forward, countless times of fighting, after a trip in the rivers and lakes, quantitative changes, and finally caused qualitative changes.

Taking the opportunity of learning Shuoxue Xuangong, today's Shen Qiu has been truly reborn.

Knife skills, fists, and longitudinal lifting, each of which has made great breakthroughs, has broken through from the bottom stream, such as a carp swinging its tail, going upstream, and finally jumping into the dragon gate.

A year ago, the rivers and lakes were scattered, and the old disciple Shen Qiu was deaf and disappointing.

Now, he is a real master of the rivers and lakes.