Chapter 19: Be Kind

What kind of sword was that, like a meteor slashing through the sky.

Asking the sky a sword meteor falls, the pursuit is the ultimate speed, is the moment that crosses the sky, the meteor does not seek to hang high above the blue sky like the sun, they only pursue the brilliance of that moment, when the meteor falls, no one can stop the light they emit.

A sword, a sword!

The great head of the monk had left his body, and there was a bowl-sized wound on his neck, blood splattered, and with a bang, the stump fell to the ground.

Silence, when the meteor crossed the sky, there was a wordless silence, everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, incredible, they guessed the battle process of the second kill, but they never expected that the object of the second kill turned out to be Master Chen.

Oh my God, I can't see through this world.

"Ah, big brother, I'm going to give birth to a bunch of parrots for you!" The budgie melon skin was very excited, the eldest brother was so handsome, although he didn't see how the eldest brother made the sword, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that the eldest brother's action of beheading the enemy with a sword was too handsome.

Yes, this is the posture, holding a blood-dripping sword, speechless looking at the sky, handsome!

No, will what I just said be misunderstood? I mean to give birth to tens of thousands of parrots with Xiaobai and other 3,000 parrots, so that they can also be the little brothers of the eldest brother.

Is it too late for me to explain to the melon-eating masses now?

Forget it, where there is ambiguity, there is ambiguity. Guppi ignored the strange looks of some people.

"Big brother 666, awesome!"

666 dermatitis is flat, and the skin does not contain sugar.

Li Guoqiang's pupils shrank, and he replayed Ye Canghai's sword in his mind, and the more he played it back, the more shocked the color on his face became: The future is terrifying, the future is terrifying!

He couldn't understand that move, even with his peak king's cultivation, he didn't understand Ye Canghai's sword.

"Master, is this handsome to death?" the passerby girl wiped her eyes and looked at the smooth head on the ground, she felt that her imagination was limited, even though she was a screenwriter before.

An intermediate-level martial artist, no, a high-level martial artist kills a peak martial artist in a frontal battle in seconds, and he is not afraid of writing down the power system in this way? But reality is reality after all, and people can fly away with their own strength, who said that if you cultivate to four grades of inferiority, you can't kill it in seconds.

"It should have been handsome to death. The passer-by man swallowed his saliva, Shen Nima was handsome to death, it was just an accident!

"I need to be quiet. The passerby felt that her outlook on life had been broken again, and she needed to adjust her body and mind.

"I also need to be quiet. ”

The two glanced at each other, and then went to find Jing Jing together.

Qin Fengxing's eyes could not hide the look of horror, looking at the tall back, he felt that he had lived to a dog in this life, he was born in an ancient martial arts family since he was a child, practiced martial arts for sixty years, and finally became a grandmaster, after the revival of aura, there was a thing called aura, with the foundation of the grandmaster, it only took him five years to become a junior general, and with the means of the ancient martial arts grandmaster, he could fight with the intermediate general.

Another five years have passed, Qin Fengxing has become a senior general, only one step away from becoming a peak general, the strength of a senior general plus ancient martial arts, he is confident that he can fight with the dust monk who is a peak general, but this strength seems to be not as good as a half-old boy!

I'll be killed by a sword in the face of this young man. Qin Fengxing's mind suddenly appeared with the words of a great man: The world is yours and ours, but in the final analysis, it is yours.

Hmph, those things that don't make a weapon, I think it's great to become a military general? Qin Fengxing thought of his grandson, who became a military general at the age of twenty-two or three, this was his pride, but now he was a little jealous of Ye Canghai's parents, look at how good other people's children are.

Xin Qi became a high-level martial artist, otherwise he would have to exhaust himself. Ye Canghai sensed that only twenty percent of the spiritual power in his body was left, and he was a little glad in his heart, after he used the Wentian Sword Meteor in the state of an intermediate martial artist, I am afraid that he will not be able to stand steadily.

Although there are still two percent of the spiritual power in his body, he still feels a feeling that his body is hollowed out, and the casting of the Wentian Sword Meteor Fall is very strict, and the moment the swordsmanship is cast, the person's spirit will boil, and the person's spirit will feel very tired after cutting out that sword.

Even if the spiritual power in my body is enough, I can't cut a sword like that.

Entering dozens of vitality attribute light balls into his body, Ye Canghai felt a lot better.

Maybe I can slash another sword like that, this thought flashed through his mind, delusion?

Ye Canghai indifferently glanced at the group of monks who were shocked: "Who wants to stand up for the revenge of that bald donkey!"

The monks were angry, but they were always rational people, and it was not their father who died, so why not splash their blood with five steps?

"You want revenge?" Ye Canghai asked a middle-aged monk not far away.

The middle-aged monk shook his head in fright, and hurriedly said: "When people die, the lights go out, and the grievances between the donor and the dust are gone, so why not talk about grudges." ”

"The dust is too murderous, and today he was sent to Guanyin Niangniang by the benefactor, which was his creation. ”

Seeing Ye Canghai's gaze, the rest of the monks hurriedly said: "Yes, that is the creation of dust, and you are still the benefactor of dust." ”

"......" Ye Canghai was speechless, I killed people, and finally became the benefactor of the deceased?

He didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to say a word more to these shameless people guided by the core values of the twenty-four characters.

Hiss, at this moment, Qin Fengxing's body suddenly trembled, his whole body turned red, and he tossed and turned on the ground in pain.

"Poisoned?" Ye Canghai saw that Qin Fengxing's body seemed to be on fire, and recognized the poison in Qin Fengxing's body at a glance, the venom of the golden toad contained a strong fire poison, if it weren't for this person's cultivation that had reached the level of a high-level general, I am afraid that the grave grass would have grown a few zhang.

Just try to see if the unicorn hand can remove toxins from the human body.

Plundering toxins!Ye Canghai launched a designated plunder.

Fire Poison +1, Fire Poison +1.

After plundering five fire poison attribute light balls in a row, Qin Fengxing's body returned to its normal state.

It can really plunder the toxins in the body, and it seems that the toxins in Caiyun's body can be absorbed without refining the Poison Breaking Pill.

"Ah, it's so comfortable. Qin Fengxing felt that his body was so light, and the moment the fire poison disappeared, the spiritual power in his body skyrocketed, and he actually reached the level of the peak of a martial artist in one fell swoop.

"Thank you, little brother. Qin Fengxing said gratefully, the fire poison has tormented him for three years, making him miserable, every time the fire poison attacks, it will burn his internal organs, if it is not cured, even his cultivation as a senior general will not last for a year.

"It's a gesture. Ye Canghai waved his hand, the 'friendliness' of the twenty-four core values teaches us to be kind, doesn't it?

Ye Canghai is gone, and the walk here is a verb, which is the real meaning of walking, not referring to him hanging.

He walked gently, not taking a cloud with him, just an extra sword at his waist.