A golden light, mixed with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, bombarded the waist of the sword red tiger, and there were some fiery red patterns on it.

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Stomp and tread

Chu Ming took a few steps back and shook his fist in pain, while Jian Chihu was also attacked and took a few steps backwards and left the attack range of several people.

A cyan light rose from behind the Red Sword Tiger's body, it was Zhou Qing's fine iron sword mixed with the ethereal breeze that turned into a brilliant cyan light, with a hint of artistic conception in it, obviously, this Qingfeng Sword Technique had been cultivated by Zhou Qing to perfection.

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roar

The sound of the sword entering the flesh sounded, and this time, the back of the sword red tiger was directly pierced through a hole, and the hot blood inside trickled out.

His ferocity was completely aroused, and his tall body collided with the trees, and suddenly the trees were pricked into powder by the strong force and fluttered in the air.

Peng

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A red-hot impact rushed towards Ma Fei, who could resist it, and suddenly his body flew upside down and vomited blood, losing his combat effectiveness.

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Chu Ming pulled out the fine iron sword from his waist, and suddenly the momentum of the whole person changed dramatically, at this moment, he was like a peerless sword, sharp and indomitable.

Sword Red Tiger stood up, gave up attacking the others, slowly turned his body, and looked at Chu Ming cautiously, now he was still hiding, it was impossible to subdue Sword Red Tiger.

Only by launching the strongest attack is there a certain possibility.

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Sword Red Tiger let out a roar, and a fiery red light continued to flicker from his body, and the lines on his fur were even clearer.

"Falling rain!"

A falling rain artistic conception came out from Chu Ming's sword, Chu Ming at this moment, there was a young man, clearly a kendo master who was addicted to swordsmanship, the world was clearer, the fine iron sword in his hand became cold, and there was a trace of coldness in the air.

Jian Chihu rushed towards Chu Ming violently, wanting to directly knock Chu Ming into a meatloaf with his collision, and the ground was dusty.

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"Lost Steps!"

Chu Ming's body tilted, staggered the sword red tiger, and the fine iron sword in his hand, mixed with the artistic conception of falling rain, passed through the side of the sword red tiger's neck.

The sound of the sound of gold and stone, the sound of swords entering flesh, sounded one after another, Peng, the claws of the sword red tiger, still slapped towards Chu Ming's chest.

Chu Ming's face remained unchanged, but the fine iron sword in his hand changed, and another killing move was brewing, the air became extremely humid, and there were some raindrops condensed, and the originally beautiful scene was full of murderous intent at the moment.

The raindrops were suspended around Chu Ming, and every drop of raindrops had a killing attack inside, and the breath was solidified.

"Falling Rain Lore!"

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Burst! Burst! Burst!

The raindrops seemed to be sharp blades, no, more than a hundred times stronger than the blades, and the fur of the sword red tiger was directly cut, bleeding nonstop, and after a while, it was death with his eyes closed.

"Dead?" Zhang Mei and the others got up and watched the battle between Chu Ming and Jian Chihu, as if they had seen a ghost, where is this the attack power that can be emitted by the Acquired Sevenfold, even if it is a martial artist who has just broken through the Acquired Ninefold, it is nothing more than that.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful Chu Ming." Zhang Mei covered her small mouth and said, her eyes full of surprise.

"At the moment of the attack, the sword red tiger will have a short contraction of his neck, and at this time, his defense is the weakest."

Chu Ming said lightly, using a knife to cut off the fur of the Sword Red Tiger, a piece of the fur of the Sword Red Tiger is also worth a thousand taels of silver.

Hearing Chu Ming's words, Zhou Qing's eyes shrank, although he said it easily, how could ordinary people notice this detail in an instant, and they could hit it accurately.

This not only tests a person's eyesight, but also tests whether a person can remain calm in the face of a desperate situation, if a person is in a hurry when fighting, even if he notices this detail, there is no way to attack.

"There are three Seven Star Grasses here!"

When Du Ming almost cut the fur of the Sword Red Tiger, Ma Fei's voice came from the cave, and then, he walked out with three sparkling starlight grasses in his hands, which were none other than the Seven Star Grass.

"Fortunately for Brother Chu this time, the two of us have one plant, how about the rest of the plant for Brother Chu?" Zhou Qing said in a deep voice, although he said that it was divided equally at the beginning, but it was in the absence of knowing Chu Ming's strength.

Now that I know Chu Ming's strength, and in the battle with Jian Chihu just now, it was Chu Ming who contributed the most, at this time, if you still advocate equal division, then you can't say it.

"Agreed!"

"I'm fine!"

The rest of the people all readily agreed, Chu Ming did not refuse, this is what he deserves, if there is no himself, a few people will definitely not get the Seven Star Grass.

"Someone!" Just when Chu Ming was about to grab the Seven Star Grass, his ears moved, and he said quickly, and then he looked around vigilantly.

There is a white piece of light in his body, Du Ming not only comprehends the demonic power, but casually, his vigilance has also been raised to the extreme.

"Hahaha, none of you can get the Seven Star Grass today, if you know each other, hurry up and hand over the Seven Star Grass!"

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Several sounds of breaking the air sounded, and three figures jumped down from behind the big tree not far from Chu Ming and the others, looking at Chu Ming and the others coldly. Looking at the Seven Star Grass in the hands of several people, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, the Seven Star Grass is a third-level medicinal material, and it is almost the top in the Qingyang Mountain Range.

The leader was a rough-looking man with a sword pinned to his waist, and a half-human-sized snakeskin bag, bulging with a lot of materials inside.

And the other two, one with a pockmarked face, a scorched yellow face, slender hands, and thick calluses on them, knew at a glance that they were masters of palms, and the last person, with a narrow face, deep-set eyes, and slightly shaking legs, should be masters of body skills.

"Below is Zhou Qing, a disciple of the inner door of the Blue Heart Sect, please give a few faces!" Zhou Qing looked at a few people, his face changed, he had just fought with Jian Chihu, and the consumption was extremely high, and if he fought again at this time, it would be very disadvantageous.

"Blue Heart Gate? Is that the little sect that doesn't enter the stream? The leading rough man didn't appreciate it at all, hahaha laughed, and the remaining two people also had some smiles in their eyes, several of them were outlaws, and the sect had no way to deter them at all.

"Fuck you!" Ma Fei scolded.

The leading man's face turned flat, and there seemed to be blood flowing in his eyes, and he had a murderous aura.

"Now I regret it, not only do you have to hand over the Seven Star Grass, but also leave these two little girls who are water spirits behind to vent our anger, otherwise, don't blame us for being polite!"

The leader said in a deep voice, and then prepared to move.

Zhang Mei and Zhang Lan's faces turned pale, and their teeth bit their lower lipes.

"Your Excellency is kidding!" Zhou Qing suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice.

"I'm counting to ten now, you'd better behave obediently, or don't blame us for being ruthless." The gruff man held the hilt of his sword at his waist in his right hand.

"Your Excellency will fight, what are you doing with so much nonsense!" Ma Fei's face turned pale.

"It's not that I said, if there is a real fight, a few of you are really not enough for us to kill, ten...... Nine......" The rough man said in a deep voice, and then began to count, and the scorched man and the long-faced man also looked vigilant.

"Do you really want to do this?" Zhou Qing asked in a deep voice, but the rough man didn't care about him at all.

"Five...... Four ......"

Chu Ming and Zhou Qing glanced at each other, and they both saw the meaning of doing it from their respective eyes.

"Three...... Two, kill them! However, just counting to "two", a few rough men surrounded and killed Chu Ming and the others.

The leading man was originally an exile, and he was once rescued by Wang Yuanwai in the county, but he took advantage of Wang Yuanwai's inattention, not only raped Wang Yuanwai's daughter first and then killed him, but also killed Wang Yuanwai's family and all the outsiders, with more than a dozen murders in his hands, and was wanted by the county town.

Ordinary people think that they will count to one and make a move, but that is a big mistake, they always count to "two" and then make a move, taking advantage of the enemy's inattention, hitting the enemy by surprise, and repeatedly tried.

Sou

The rough man was a master of the sword, and he instantly took out the Hundred Refining Sword on his waist and attacked towards Chu Ming and Zhou Qing, and the cultivation of the middle stage of the Nine Heavens was undoubtedly revealed.

The moment the rough man made his move, the fine iron sword in Chu Ming's hand turned into a streamer, resisting the rough man.

It's not that Chu Ming knew their routine in advance, but that his soul power was strong enough, and he noticed it the moment the rough man made a move.

Without intention, Chu Ming's attack caught the rough man off guard, while the other two men attacked towards Ma Fei, Zhang Lan and Zhang Mei, and completely suppressed them at once, and for a while, danger arose.

"Zhou Qing, you go and help the three of them!" Chu Ming fought hard with the rough man, felt the strength of the attack, and said.

"Be careful yourself!" Zhou Qing said with concern, he knew that once Zhang Mei and the three were killed, the remaining two would besiege Chu Ming and him, and the situation would be even more dangerous.

Chu Ming's eyes were indifferent, holding a sword in his right hand and clenching his fist in his left hand, a deep golden light flowed quietly above his fist, exuding a domineering momentum.

A punch is thrown, who fights!

"Domination of the Quartet!"

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"Hahaha, it's good to come!"

The rough man laughed wildly, and the Hundred Refining Sword in his hand was like flowing water, and a burst of water-colored ripples slowly spread from the sword.

"Flowing water!"

He used a yellow-level high-level martial art, the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique, although it was not perfect. But he also practiced to the fullest, and with a sword swing, the mountains and rivers flowed, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like the flowing clouds in the sky, endlessly.