Lindong Cliff, 3,000 zhang high, the whole body is dark and straight, steep and majestic, like a dark iron casting without life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Along the body of the mountain, the sky is swirling, as if in a fairyland, only the top of the world, as if cut by the great power of heaven and earth, turned into a flat land, on which there is a huge bluestone to spread its entire covering.

The vicissitudes of bluestone are ancient, and the years are mottled.

In the middle part, there are several zhang size carved on the round word "kill", not grandiose, not the slightest killing, but there is quite a sense of the origin of the rhyme.

It was early in the morning, the morning sun was rising, and the oriental fish maw was slightly white.

On the bluestone floor, there was already a young man sitting cross-legged.

The young man is about seventeen or eighteen years old, the willow eyebrows are slightly slanted, the Danfeng eyes are extremely narrow and quite smart, he is wearing a snow-white leather robe, there is still a neckline made of snow fox fur around his neck, his black hair is like a waterfall, hanging down to the waist, at this time sitting cross-legged, he can almost approach the bluestone ground.

Beside him is a quaint sheathed long knife, nearly four feet long, two fingers wide and extremely slender, and the blade is slightly curved (similar to the Tang knife style. The long knife does not have a sense of majestic atmosphere, but under the careful induction, it seems to be very harmonious with the word "kill" that rhyme.

The young man's outfit alone can already show the young man's rich and noble background.

The young man's name is Su Xingzhi, the young master of the Su family, one of the four major martial arts families in Winterfell!

And here Lindong Cliff belongs to the territory of the Su family.

The early sun rises in the east, the warm sunlight shines through the clouds, and with the sunlight, the entire bluestone paved place seems to cater to the rising sun and produces all kinds of changes, and the word 'kill' that Su Xingzhi sat down seems to be flexible, slowly flowing away.

There was a faint murderous aura from under the bluestone and converging towards the killing word.

"It's coming!"

Seeing this, Su Xingzhi's eyes closed, his hands hugged the heavenly heart of the upper body, and a little bit of spiritual consciousness continued to precipitate along himself, and in an instant, he entered the realm of 'vipassana', and as the spiritual consciousness traveled through the body, the body's sense of murderous aura became stronger and stronger.

The word 'kill' circulates, and the killing machine is hidden.

The wisps of murderous aura twisted and meander along the strong words, and then part of it was attracted by the ancient long knife and submerged into the scabbard, as if it was pregnant with a divine weapon, while the remaining little murderous aura came out of the ground and flowed into Su Xingzhi's meridians.

The murderous aura entered the body, and the fierce momentum rushed into the meridians in an instant.

Su Xingzhi's brows furrowed, and the operation of his spiritual consciousness mobilized his own qi and blood to compete with it.

The murderous qi and qi and blood are constantly wearing, but at the same time, the power of qi and blood is also constantly condensed and stabilized in the murderous tempering, and it seems that there is a faint tendency to condense and turn into a pulp soup.

But all the way of martial arts pay attention to refining blood and refining essence, so every day Su Xingzhi will come here to condense his own qi and blood with the help of murderous qi here, more than ten years like a day, which can make it more and more solidified, and one day it can be condensed into a pulp soup flow, and the biomorphic change can produce essence and qi flow, and martial arts enter, which is the first realm of martial arts.

Time passed, the scorching sun hung high, and before I knew it, it was close to noon, and the murderous aura on the bluestone seemed to be able to sense the change of time, and slowly retracted, and the word 'kill' also lost its subtlety and returned to calm.

The murderous aura is hidden, and the murderous machine is dormant.

On the vicissitudes of the bluestone, the mellow word 'kill' is no longer revealed, as if the previous scene is just a mirror.

"The first realm of martial arts, the realm of breath needs to refine blood and essence, but unfortunately, I am still a little worse after all, qi and blood can not be consolidated like a pulp soup, unable to give birth to the first essence qi, if you can enter the breath, the strength of qi and blood essence itself can also get a qualitative leap. ”

Sensing that the murderous aura was withdrawn, Su Xingzhi was no longer 'vipassana', at this time, his skin was red, and his qi and blood flowed in his body, like a big river rushing, which was the effect of his own qi and blood being mobilized and constantly being sharpened and stimulated.

As he stopped urging, the redness of his skin gradually turned into his original whiteness, and his qi and blood were faint with himself.

At this time, the mutation is abrupt.

Syllable!

A force came from Su Xingzhi's side, its momentum was fierce and unusual, and the punch was full of rolling energy, shaking the air into a series of blows.

Su Xingzhi's face did not move, as if he already knew.

He didn't move, his right hand leaned back, the qi and blood all over his body gathered in the palm of his hand, showing a grabbing momentum, and he grabbed it with one claw and grabbed it straight to meet the fierce iron fist.

"Su Zheng?"

The grappling momentum was a blow sticky, and then Su Xingzhi twisted his body, stood up out of thin air, and faced the 'sneak attack' person head-on.

The person who shot was a teenager, dressed in a strong suit, his body was more than a head taller than Su Xingzhi, and the muscles of his body were exaggeratedly bulging, like a dragon faintly, full of strength, and in his left hand, it was a slender long knife wrapped in a rhino skin scabbard.

The Su family is a family of martial arts, especially good at swordsmanship.

Su Zheng, a young man in a strong suit, saw that he missed the blow, and hurriedly withdrew his right hand, turned his fist into a lift, his body was short, and then his strength suddenly exploded.

The ingenious strength of the 'Three Dozen Fishing Woods' is all on display in this bend of the lift.

Seeing Su Zheng's strength coming, Su Xingzhi's figure was moving slightly wrong, and he took eight steps in a row on the spot, avoiding it from a distance, and the palm of his right hand merged into one, like a whole from under his elbow.

Syllable!

A crisp sound came out, right in Su Zheng's armpit.

Pedal, pedal, pedal...

Su Zheng took four steps back in a row, his figure could not stop, he took a deep breath, qi and blood flowed from his limbs, the muscles of his body were exaggeratedly bulging, and a terrifying sense of power came from his body.

He stepped out with his feet in the shape of a horse's step, gathered his arms, and his arms shook and burst out.

"Horse pile?" The voice did not fall, Su Zheng punched, the punch was like a raptor crossing the river, strong and incomparable, 'horse pile' is the foundation of martial arts, the horse pile stands and punches the horse, it is said that the practice to the extreme can kill the demon horse with aura!

The fist wind was strong, and the strong wind swept away, blowing and blowing so that his face was painful.

Su Xingzhi's eyes condensed slightly, and he probed his arm again, from the right arm down as if turning into a long knife, and the martial arts of 'fingering like a knife' suddenly struck, and the qi and blood traveled along the meridians of the arm, making his forearm seem to have the power to open mountains and crack stones.

Boom!

The two handed over, and retreated with one blow, Su Xingzhi's figure retreated five steps in a row, and he could stabilize his body, on the other hand, Su Zheng's face was flushed, he took dozens of steps back, and the slender long knife in his hand was firmly propped on the ground, drawing an extremely deep ravine.

"When it comes to martial arts cultivation, you are not my opponent. Su Xingzhi looked at Su Zheng with narrow Danfeng eyes.

"Yes, but I'm not here to test your martial arts. ”

The latter was also free and easy, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and then looked at Su Xingzhi, who hugged his fists, and said, "Please draw the knife and compete with Su Zheng......"

Before the word knife was revealed, I could hear a low refusal in the distance.

"Not comparable. ”

"You ......" Su Zheng was swallowed when he was in a strong suit, and pointed at Su Xingzhi with a red face, and only made a voice after a while, "As the young master of the Su family, but you don't even have the courage to test your sword skills with me? Such a person, how can he be the young master of my Su family? Although your martial arts cultivation at this time is good, but regardless of the other three major martial arts families in Lindong City, among my Su family alone, there are countless disciples who can overpower you!"

"Still not comparable!"

Su Xingzhi put his hands behind his back, and said lightly.

"You ......" Su Zheng pointed at Su Xingzhi with an angry face.

"Sure enough, it is rotten wood that cannot be carved, and you are the young master of the Su family in vain. He was extremely disappointed, as the young master of the Su family, he didn't even have the courage to test his sword skills with his children who were even lower than his own martial arts cultivation.

"Hmph!" Su Zheng snorted coldly, then did not pause, and his figure left directly along the steep Lindong Cliff.

Seeing the latter leaving, Su Xingzhi smiled bitterly, Su Zheng's attitude was already good in the Su family.

Although at this time, it seemed that Su Xing's two moves to stop fighting Su Zheng made his defeat extremely amazing, but in fact, it was far from the case, he himself was the young master of the Su family, and the cultivation resources he had were not the same as Su Zheng.

But with his qualifications, even now, even if he has mastered such a strange place as Lindong Cliff, he has not yet cultivated to the realm of resting.

And among the Su family, the talented people of this generation have already entered the first realm of martial arts, and they have achieved success.

"The qualifications are modest, the martial arts talent... Fair!"

This is the comment of the Su family elder on Su Xingzhi's talent and qualifications.

Such a talent and qualification are extremely inconsistent with their status, but unfortunately, Su Xingzhi's father is the head of the Su family, and his martial arts cultivation is amazing, so although some people are dissatisfied on the surface, it is inconvenient to say more.

Privately, however, it's a different story.

"Rubbish!"

"Rotten wood!"

All sorts of slanders come out in a variety of ways.

"Talent is not something I can master. Retracting his thoughts, Su Xingzhi shook his head slightly.

On the Lindong Cliff, the mountain breeze caressed away the young man's sorrows, he lowered his head and looked at the quaint long knife erected on the word 'kill', and the wry smile on his face became more and more intense.

"It's a pity that a good knife. ”

Su Xingzhi's narrow Danfeng eyes stared at the blade.

The Su family is a family famous for sword martial arts, so each of the Su family disciples will enter the 'knife tomb' to find the ancient knife that is in line with their own mind as their own use, the ancient knife has a spirit, and can choose their own master, for the children of the Su family who are good at swordsmanship, this is undoubtedly a help.

But this is not the case for Su Xingzhi.

He looked at the ancient knife, his expression was complicated, his left arm reached out and lifted the sheath to feel the cold breath coming from it, his right hand held the handle of the knife, and the qi and blood surged, and the strength burst out from the arm.

Whoa!

The blade of the knife was under the huge force, slowly pulling out the sheath, and there was a subtle thunder between the scabbard and the blade, as if it was coherent, unwilling to separate, with Su Xingzhi's force, every inch of the blade out of the sheath, the thunder light surged a point.

When the blade of the knife is unsheathed by three inches, the thunder light seems to be intertwined into a power grid.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying power grid enveloped his right palm, and the thunder flowed, and Su Xingzhi's right arm was numb and numb.

Zheng!

As the force was removed, the blade groaned softly, and it was sheathed again, and the thunder light was collected with it.

Su Xingzhi looked helpless.

It's not that he doesn't have the will to draw the sword, but the knife... He can't pull it out at all!