"Wow!"

Ran out of more than 20 miles in one go.

After finding a barren hill, Su Qing stopped and rested, but as soon as he stopped, a mouthful of reverse blood splattered out of his throat, his body staggered, and he was busy leaning on a vigorous old tree, and then he slowly sat down and breathed.

Huang Xuemei's sister and brother on the side, one will be unconscious, and the other will be seriously injured.

Busy probing Lu Lin's snort, and checking his injuries, seeing that the younger brother was fine, Huang Xuemei breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved, but she coughed up blood again and again in her mouth, and she collapsed on the ground.

Although she has the "Heavenly Demon Qin" in her hand, in terms of her own skills, she is not as good as those masters who have been famous for many years, not to mention that the "Tianlong Bayin" is extremely depleting.

Han Xuemei hugged the Heavenly Demon Qin in her arms, put it horizontally on her knees, plucked the strings under her fingers, and the melodious sound of the piano played low, like mountains and flowing water, different from the sonorous and powerful sound before, at this time, it was like a soft breeze and spring water, and the sound of the piano could calm the churning qi and blood in the body, alleviate the injury, and it was infinitely useful.

After the song was played, Huang Xuemei looked at Su Qing.

Under the old wood, Su Qing sat quietly with his sword, his eyes showed pity, he was looking at his own sword, and the sword body of the sword was now full of fine lines, like porcelain that was about to break, and when it was broken, it was afraid that it was close in front of him.

This sword has been damaged a lot with him after a series of vicious battles, and there are three parties fighting in the air, plus the palm of the six-fingered old man, it is undoubtedly a situation where the oil is exhausted.

It's going to break.

"When the sword is broken, some thoughts are also broken!"

Su Qing looked at Zhao Zhi and whispered to himself, and at the end, he paused, his flat eyes seemed to hesitate and struggle, and then he returned to his gentle and smiling appearance.

Only stretched out his finger to stroke the body of Qinghan's sword, touched the sword with his fingers, and with a wipe, the long sword immediately let out a clear sword sound, and then, under the trembling of Su Qing's eyelids, it shattered and scattered, turning into several fragments of the remnant sword.

Huang Xuemei didn't know why her heart felt cold when she saw his smile, she said in a deep voice: "According to the style of those people in the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that I will never let you go, from now on, it will be an endless hunt!" ”

Su Qing stretched out his hand to pick up the fragments of the broken sword that fell between the blades of grass, and said softly: "It's okay, since I set foot in the rivers and lakes, I have never thought of staying out of the matter, since they want to add a little fun to my journey, I will gladly accept it!" ”

He picked it up very carefully and carefully, as if he was picking up pieces of treasure.

Huang Xuemei's eyes were complicated, and she said: "Today, I thank you for your help, I, Huang Xuemei, will never owe anything to anyone in my life!" ”

She suddenly slashed off a corner of her purple clothes with a wave of her fingers.

"Sting!"

The sound of the cloth tearing flashed.

"This is the technique of the Heavenly Demon Qin, this piano is extraordinary, the strings are extremely tough, and it can be a sharp weapon for the gods, therefore, before learning the piano, the owner must have a pair of unusual hands, otherwise it will be difficult to control this piano, and it will cause self-injury!"

Su Qing raised his head and said with a smile: "You are really willing!" ”

Huang Xuemei said lightly: "Don't be happy too early, this is just the art of playing the piano, if you want the method of urging the strength of the dragon eight sounds, you still need to fight with me, although I have this treasure, but the skill can not compare to them, the dragon eight sounds play a song is extremely draining, I need to cultivate well, if you don't strive to make a living, it is better to go with me but can protect you one or two!" ”

"Not necessarily!"

Su Qing waved his hand.

"Save you, that's because of your brother, this kid is a friend to me, and it is right to save him, not to mention, I am alone this time, I want to set foot in the six factions, I also want to change places, I don't like this Jianghu! Ten days later, if I don't die, I will be waiting for you at the top of Emei Jinding to fight it out! ”

Huang Xuemei was silent when he heard this, he breathed for a while, lifted Lu Lin, and threw himself into the mountains and forests like an arrow with the qin.

"Don't die too soon!"

Su Qing sat against the tree, listening to the fading words, his face was calm, and he only put away all the fragments of the broken sword on the ground, and then took the purple cloth.

The cloth can be divided into two layers, the outer ultraviolet and the inner white, the white silk is a small character with a fly's head, and there is also a flat palm painted on it, as well as the trend of luck in the meridians, as well as various acupuncture points, are very clear.

"It's actually the Hand Shao Yin Heart Sutra?"

He was burdened with Rama's internal strength, and he was born and made up for his shortcomings, but after pranayama and meditation for a while, his internal force was running for a while, and with the help of the sound of the piano, the injuries in his body were already healed, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

After taking a look, Su Qing's eyelids were raised, his five fingers were clenched, and the cloth in his palm had turned into countless crumbs between rubbing, falling from between his fingers.

"Kung fu? Wonderful! ”

Standing up, carrying the fragments of the broken sword, Su Qing sighed lightly: "Alas, according to the gall, according to the gall, I have accompanied me for so many journeys, I will bury you!" ”

Mountains and forests are wilderness.

When the pursuers came behind them, they only saw a man in green clothes with hair standing up a monument under the barren hill, and a new grave was in front of him.

Raise your finger and swipe lightly in the air, the fingertips have not fallen to the wooden surface, but on the smooth and flat wooden plaque, you can see a concave handwriting stroke by stroke, emerging out of thin air.

"Su Qing's burial sword is here!"

When the crowd approached, the six characters were already inscribed on it.

"You're so slow!"

Su Qing turned around, the blood on his chest was dripping like plum blossoms, he had a smile on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and the silver bells on his wrists trembled sharply.

"Hmph, his subordinates are defeated, and he is not ashamed to die at the end of his life, brothers, he has been seriously injured, don't be afraid of him!"

"Kill!"

The disciples of various factions showed their fiery eyes, raised their swords and drew their swords, and approached.

"Burial Sword? Haha, think about how you're going to bury yourself later! ”

"Your sword is broken, I see what else you can do!"

Su Qing's ten fingers stretched out, and a series of crackling sounds stood up all over his body, and he raised his arms again, and above his ten fingers, he saw that the energy was about to burst out, as if there was a cold mang, and his hands were as clear as jade.

"I still have a pair of hands!"

With a chuckle, Su Qing was already floating.

The man pressed the knife forward, and suddenly saw a green shadow flashing in front of him, and a fleshy palm was pressed on his knife body without fireworks, and the steel knife was shattered inch by inch in an instant, but the fleshy palm remained unabated, and a palm pressed on his chest.

"Boom!"

The man's feet sank suddenly, his face suddenly turned red, his throat bulged, and the shattered five internal organs followed by a cavity of hot blood and spit out on his back.

Suddenly, a jade palm slashed, the man's head had rolled to the ground, the headless body stood upright, and blood splattered in the broken neck.

"Okay, you don't need to come to me, I'll go to the Six Sects Mountain Gate in person and level this martial arts river!"

Su Qing's right leg swept away, and the headless body in front of him flew out upside down like a scarecrow in an instant, hitting several people with broken tendons and fractures.

"Kill!"

"Then kill!"

Su Qing let out a laugh, jumped over, already like a tiger into a flock, he could hold gold into mud with one pair of hands many years ago, but now he doesn't know how far he has improved, his hands are like knives and swords, and the places he has passed are either stumps or broken arms, blood and water are sprinkling, and the sword is broken, as if he can divide gold and jade.

In the barren forest, the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of swords, the sound of wild laughter, and the sound of screams.

It's just an hour of tea.

Everything in the forest was dead again.

The dust settled.

I don't know how long later, a round and fat monk rushed from afar, holding a pair of huge golden cymbals in his hands, looking around, as if looking for something, not wanting his eyes to change suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise only fell from the forest, fell to the ground, looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were frightened, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

The corpses were all over the ground, but there was not a single corpse, and the stumps were broken off all over the place.

"Ah Lin? A-Lin? ”

The monk stood up and shouted again and again, but no one answered him.

The mountains and forests are secluded, and the cold wind is whimpering.

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