Under the hazy moonlight, the wilderness is silent, and everything in heaven and earth is sleeping.

Butler Zhao kept his eyes open and lit a stick of sandalwood beside him.

Smoke curls and burns silently.

After a long time, there was a sudden abnormality, there was no wind, but the smoke drifted diagonally into the depths of the cave.

Butler Zhao's eyelids fluttered, and he gently pushed Xia Qing, who was still sleeping, "Little master, the chasing soldiers are coming, young master ......"

Xia Qing opened his eyes in a daze, saw the strange smoke, and immediately woke up, sensing a murderous aura. Listening attentively, I even heard the rustling of footsteps, the landing was light and heavy, judging from the footsteps There were at least hundreds of people.

"Huh......"

When he woke up, Xia Qing unexpectedly found that his hearing seemed to be much sharper, and he could hear the subtle footsteps more than twenty meters away, and even judged a lot of information from the footsteps. My eyesight is also much stronger, and the night is thick, but I can see the smoke drifting in the dark. The dantian is empty, and it still hasn't broken through to the innate realm, but all aspects of the body are very different.

Xia Qing was a little puzzled, not knowing if it was because of the cultivation of the Nine Swords of Heaven and Earth, or the effect of cultivating the Haoqi Longevity Technique for many years.

"The Hundred Ghost Sect and the Five Poisons Sect are here, and there are masters of the Yuan Shen Realm, but most of them are peripheral disciples of the Heart Fire Realm. ”

Steward Zhao's voice was low, "Little young master, guard the entrance of the cave and use the first form of the Nine Swords of Heaven and Earth." ”

"Steward Zhao, if I die, don't tell the old lady the truth, just say that I was taken away by a master outside the world, and I will come back after I have achieved cultivation in the future. Xia Qing wanted to be as calm as possible, but her heart was bitter, and she missed her grandmother again. I took out a pack of seven wounds from my arms, thought about it and stuffed it back into my arms, this is the last pack, and I want to keep it at the last moment.

"Young Master, believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to do it!" Zhao Butler encouraged, his face was dead gray, and his body became even weaker, "Because, you are a descendant of the Xia family of Yan Kingdom, and you are a body of divine punishment that gods and demons envy and envy, you will definitely be able to do it!"

Xia Qing picked up the spirit banner on the ground, took a deep breath and stood behind the entrance of the cave.

"As long as you believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to do it, I am the body of divine punishment!"

"Kill one to be enough, and two will earn. No, one will be earned, and all the monks will be killed!"

Xia Qing cheered himself up, in fact, what he didn't like the most was to be brutal, it was something that only a brainless reckless man would do, but now there was no way, there was no way back.

The pursuers were closer, the cave was dark, Xia Qing listened attentively to the footsteps of the pursuers, and the moves of the Nine Swords of Heaven and Earth naturally came to mind, using the spirit banner as a sword, standing up and pointing to the entrance of the cave.

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and the pursuers were very cunning.

After a long while, someone finally stepped forward to remove the dead branch that covered the entrance of the cave, and a disciple of the Hundred Ghost Sect of the Heart Fire Realm came in. He was tall and burly, wearing a pair of heavy armor on his body, and carrying a sharp ghost-headed knife in his hand.

"Do it, stab him in the eyebrows!" the voice of the big butler Zhao sounded.

Xia Qing reflexively held the spirit banner and poked it forward, exerting all the strength of his body. The cave was dark, and he couldn't see it really, but he could roughly judge the location of this Hundred Ghost Sect disciple by listening to the wind. As luck would have it, the end of the flagpole hit the opponent's eyebrows, and before the latter could adjust to the darkness inside the cave, he killed the killer.

The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, and Xia Qing succeeded in one blow.

The terrible screams made the pursuers outside the cave frightened and angry, and a disciple of the Five Poisons Sect rushed in.

Xia Qing took out his sword again, but this time, he was dodged by the disciples of the Five Poisons Sect. This guy was obviously much more agile, and flew viciously to pounce, and before he could get closer, he raised his hand and threw out a handful of medicinal powder, and there was a foul smell in the air.

"Be careful, it's the Five Poisons Demon God San!" reminded Steward Zhao.

Xia Qing retreated and danced wildly with the spirit banner in his hand. The demon god scattered all the five poisons, and after being accidentally hit, even a big master like Butler Zhao was dying, and ordinary people were afraid that they would die in an instant.

"Haha, boy, you're done!"

The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect laughed, the cold sword light pierced the darkness, and rushed forward while Xia Qing was dodging the Demon God Scatter, and stabbed out with a sword, wanting a sword to pierce Xia Qing's heart. However, seeing that the sharp long sword was about to stab Xia Qing's body, his body suddenly shook, his wrists and face and other parts itched, and then he quickly decayed and emitted black gas.

This disciple of the Five Poisons Sect fell to the ground screaming miserably, his body festering at an accelerated pace, and after a while, only a white bone remained. Patronizing the attack, he was bent on killing Xia Qing, but he didn't notice that the demon god was shocked back by the spirit flag, and the result was tragic.

The second one! Xia Qing secretly called it lucky, and a drop of sweat the size of a bean dripping fell on his forehead.

"Kill!"

"Let's get on it!"

Two disciples of the Hundred Ghost Sect roared and rushed in together, one with green eyes like two ghost fires, and his figure was fluttering, like a ghost, making it impossible to see its location, and the other had a white horse face and dragged a long tongue, a hanged ghost, which looked numb.

"It's just a trick, and you want to pretend to be a ghost!Xia Qing, stab them in the throat! Listen with your ears, don't be confused by your eyes!"

Xia Qing closed his eyes with his heart horizontally, and with two swords, the two scary-looking guys fell to the ground. The light was dim, Xia Qing's attack was fast, and the spirit banner appeared in front of the two of them coldly, patronizing and pretending to be a ghost and losing his life. The magic power of the Hundred Ghost Gate is quite unique, you can pretend to be a god and make a ghost, and after you cultivate at home, you can really scare the timid people to pee; however, if you don't have enough cultivation skills and forcibly pretend to be a ghost, you will die by yourself.

Xia Qing won quickly and reaped miraculous results by standing in the shadows.

Listen to the waves in the bamboo sea!

Where the sound of the waves is, it is the enemy's vital point!

Xia Qing gradually comprehended the essence of the sword move, and the night was his biggest cover.

Looking down at his hands, Xia Qing himself was a little incredulous, and in the blink of an eye, there were four corpses lying on the ground, and even he couldn't believe that these vicious guys had killed themselves for a while. There is no breakthrough of the forbidden life to ignite the fire in the heart, there is no mental method, not even a sword, only a gloomy spirit banner in his hand.

How strong the heart is, how strong the person is, believe in yourself!

I couldn't break through for a long time, not because I was useless, but because I was too good and was envied and jealous by God, I was born with a body of divine punishment!

Xia Qing's heart shook, he had seen his father Xia Changkong swinging a spear to kill powerful monks, but he didn't expect that he would have such a day.

The knife can kill and save people;

Warriors don't have monks' supernatural powers, but as long as they have a big heart, they can also block and kill gods and Buddhas*!

Xia Qing's blood was boiling, and he felt as if something was sprouting in his heart, and there was an indescribable force brewing and climbing in his body.

"The heart sword is sprouting, little master, he ...... Learn so fast!"

"The body of divine punishment is so powerful!"

In the darkness, Steward Zhao's eyes brightened, and the power of the Heart Cultivation Dafa was still above his expectations. Xia Qing is already so good now, once he breaks through the forbidden life grid and fully reveals the potential of the Divine Punishment Body, how fierce will he be?

It's worth it after so many years of lurking in the Xia Wangfu!

Steward Zhao knew that he had really seen the wrong person, and looked forward to the return of humane heaven.

There was silence outside the cave, and the pursuers fell silent for a while before they resumed their move.

This time, the three pursuers rushed in together, Xia Qing took the initiative to catch up, silently reciting the exercises and swords, only the moves have no mental methods, not seeking a fatal move, only pursuing the speed to the extreme, with the help of the cover of darkness to win quickly. Under the rise of killing, he simply tore off a piece of cloth and blindfolded his eyes, ignoring the tricks of the disciples of the Hundred Ghost Sect pretending to be ghosts, listening to the wind to distinguish the position, and the wind rose and fell.

There were more and more corpses lying on the ground, and at the beginning, Steward Zhao still gave advice from time to time, and later, he simply let Xia Qing play by himself. Under the strong pressure, Xia Qing's sword moves became more and more powerful, and he stubbornly defended the cave, making the scalps of the pursuers outside numb, not knowing Xia Qing's reality.

What was supposed to be a one-sided chase turned into a grueling tug-of-war.

The night was like ink, and there was a sudden wind outside the cave, and a black-robed old man came like a cloud riding the wind against the mist, and the White Venerable in the late stage of the Heavenly and Human Realm followed respectfully. The figures behind the two were longing, and there seemed to be countless lonely souls and wild ghosts following behind, and the eerie ghost fire was flying all over the sky.

"See the master!"

Someone with sharp eyes bowed from afar.

The master of the Hundred Ghost Sect raised his hand and made a silent motion, and everyone quickly closed their mouths, and they didn't dare to come out.

Inside the cave, Xia Qing was fighting fiercely with two Five Poison Sect disciples, unaware of the danger.

Butler Zhao became solemn, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he suddenly got up and sat cross-legged on the ground.