"Breaking the sky, wind and thunder!" The sharp-eyed disciple immediately recognized Zhao Xiaohong's actions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This is the secret martial arts of the master!"

"Yes, I heard that it is a disciple who has been in seclusion for a long time, and no one has been able to fully grasp this fierce and domineering martial art. I didn't expect the Zhao Sect Master to refine to the fullest!"

"The Martial Arts Sect really deserves its reputation, and the Zhao Sect Master should be able to rank among the top ten sects with the combat power of this martial arts!"

More disciples are faintly afraid, and they are ready to defend themselves.

Qingyun Dao Chief's face changed drastically, and he only felt a magnificent and fierce aura that locked him away from a distance of dozens of zhang.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiaohong had no scruples and dared to do it in the Great Hall!

The sudden change was abrupt, and among the descendants of Qi Lian, several of them had already secretly lucked the true yuan, and the magic weapon with them was hidden!

Zhao Xiaohong!

Under the flickering candle flame, a delicate figure appeared on the bluestone floor of the main hall.

The fragrant wind blows in front of everyone, and Gunara's exotic and pretty face appears in front of everyone.

There was silence in the conference hall, and the atmosphere that had been extremely tense suddenly calmed down.

Zhao Xiaohong turned around blankly and looked at the lady at the entrance of the main hall.

The shout just now made Zhao Xiaohong shocked, because of this tone and tone, only one person called out.

Hearing this cry, it was like listening to a small song for many years, and my mood suddenly relaxed.

Many years ago, Zhao Xiaohong was just an outer disciple.

By chance, I followed the senior brother of the sect to the northern region of the dynasty to experience and practice. It was that experience that led him to get acquainted with Gunara.

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In the grassy desert of Shuozhou, dozens of horse bandits are chasing an exhausted woman.

The woman was unkempt and stumbling, clearly on the verge of despair. The horse thieves did not kill her at once, nor did they dismount, but whistled their horsewhips and galloped around the woman who was lying on the ground.

This is a cruel punishment for steppe horse thieves.

The enemy who hates the most is not the one who is bent by the saber and the head is cut off with a knife, nor is it the heart that is broken by a spear. Instead, he was ridden by countless people, spinning wildly around him, and the horse whip and fast knife were waved out at random in an orderly manner.

Every knife, every whip will not kill you, but every knife, every whip will bring the deadliest pain and the greatest humiliation.

This kind of punishment of running horses in a circle and torturing people to death is called funeral.

Countless knives flew up, and the flesh or bones of the tortured person would be picked up and thrown into the sky, mixed with the blood drawn from the horsewhip.

In the steppes of the Gobi border, there are even some vultures and hyenas, which specialize in chasing these spinning horses.

Because as soon as the horse spins, it means that there is a delicacy thrown into the sky - the flesh and blood of a living man.

Zhao Xiaohong is only in the Apocalypse realm, and in the face of dozens of horse thieves, he doesn't know if he will die.

But he saw the cold loneliness in the woman's eyes. Now that you have seen it, you can't ignore it, this is Zhao Xiaohong's consistent principle.

A stout Middle-earth man walked towards the spinning horses with fierce murderous intent.

The whirling horse team came to a standstill like a storm for an instant, and a lean man at the head, with his arm on the horse's neck, bent down and said, "One more step forward, and we will be the enemy." ”

Most of the people on the grassland, including the Rakshasa people, are upright, and these horse thieves are not afraid of one person, Zhao Xiaohong, who has a knife. Since the leader said that he was an enemy, he could only divide life and death.

Zhao Xiaohong didn't seem to hear what the man said at all, heavy boots, and a step forward firmly.

The woman who had fallen on the gravel barely raised her head, and through her long blood-stained hair, she saw a majestic-looking man with clear eyes, walking towards her step by step.

There are really people like me who don't want to live anymore!

A lonely smile tugged at the corner of the woman's lips and fell to the gravel.

The sword flew between the sand and stones like the white light of the autumn sun, and the horses screamed and the blood rushed wildly.

There were heads rising into the sky, spears piercing the spine, and a brief and silent battle unfolded within a radius of several feet.

Those horse thieves never understood why a man who had nothing to do with the sword was to kill a madwoman who had killed more than a hundred of their brothers according to the rules of the steppe.

The man's knife was as straight and broken as the breath on the man's body.

can cut off the head at once, never cut off the shoulders together, can kill with one pick, and will never turn the wrist more.

None of the dozens of horse thieves survived, Zhao Xiaohong's body was also red and white, and the injuries to the bones were visible, he didn't frown, he picked her up on the ground and walked in the direction where he fell.

The elder who took the lead in the training didn't understand the nerve of this named disciple, and he actually rescued a Rakshasa woman regardless of life and death.

"Zhao Xiaohong, either kill her, or let her go, and take a Rakshasa woman back, what's the matter!" the elder was clear.

Zhao Xiaohong muffled and refused, but carried the woman who seemed to be dead, followed the team, and returned to Zhongzhou all the way from Shuozhou.

The woman dangled on his back for more than three months, during which time the wound had festered and maggots. Together with Zhao Xiaohong's own wounds, pus and maggots festered. Those repellent worms crawled all over them.

In the end, the flesh and muscles seemed to have grown together, and those dripping flesh and mottled scars were firmly glued together and distributed to each other.

Born, died, died, and was born again.

This was the experience of Gunara during those three months. Fortunately, these experiences were spent on a man's solid back, and she even felt that on her husband's back, she had grown up again, from a well-behaved little girl, to a saint of the grassland, and then to a flesh and blood blurred body.

This bloody day has become the only beautiful memory for him in this life, in this life, in the next life, countless lives, countless lives.

When she arrived at the sect, Zhao Xiaohong could only store her in Lijiazhuang.

After returning to the mountain gate, Zhao Xiaohong found that his realm had come to the middle realm of Jinshi overnight.

This became a myth at the time, and countless disciples admired it, but only he faintly felt that the improvement of his realm was closely related to the battle that regarded death as home, and the pain and exhaustion of three months.

It is precisely because of the ascension of the realm that he is fortunate to be seen by the master. In this rare opportunity in 10,000 years, he did not ask the head for martial arts, nor did he ask for magic weapons and pills, but only asked the head of the family to let the woman go up the mountain and be his wife.

At that time, the Great Xia Dynasty and the Rakshasa Ghost Country, the two countries were constantly fighting in the northwest frontier, and the two countries were incompatible, not to mention a Rakshasa woman, that is, a slave, and everyone shouted and beat like a rat crossing the street in Middle Earth.

The head of the sect pondered again and again, and finally allowed this time, and at the same time proposed two rules: first, that woman could not practice any exercises in the Burning Star Tower, and second, that woman could not meddle in any affairs of the Burning Star Tower, and could not enter the council hall.

The head of the house is really like a torch, and this woman from the Rakshasa country is really extraordinary. As a woman, her cultivation is shocking, and if you take the analogy of the cultivation of Middle-earth, it is roughly already in the upper realm of gold and stone.

This falsehood, or the story, is known to everyone in the sect, and no one knows it.