Chapter 41 Carrying a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night

On this night, black clouds overwhelmed the city and heavy rain poured down.

A man is walking down a rain-washed street. He wore a hat and a robe, and a long knife that was as curved as the moon hung from his waist.

However, he was obviously walking under the heavy rain, but he didn't bring an umbrella, he only had a Hook Moon scimitar in his hand, and his whole body exuded a cold and piercing knife aura. When the rain fell, the moment it approached him, it would be chopped by the knife qi and splashed all around him, and the stagnant water on the ground would make it difficult for him to get close to him.

It was cold on a rainy night, but the man looked at it as if it were nothing.

Because he was better than this rainy night. His man is cold, his sword is cold, his heart is cold, his blood is cold.....

"Ahh

Fengyue Qingqiu sneezed violently. Then he tightened the coat on his body and lowered the hat on his head, grandma's, almost froze to death.

Of course, his coldness is not cold in the physical sense, after all, the martial artists of the Innate Realm have long been cold and heatless, even if he is in the northern snow field, he will not feel cold. What really made him feel cold was the knife in his hand. Or rather, the countless souls stained by the blade.

"Stop!" There was a shouting in the distance.

After the Cai family's extermination case, the entire town was strictly implemented by the six doors of the curfew, and walking on the street at night in the clear autumn of Fengyue was naturally very eye-catching.

I saw a few six-door catchers coming with knives: "Another fool." ”

"Don't die at night? Even if you read the notice and want to find the Wind Holy Envoy of the Heavenly Saint Sect, you can't violate the curfew and go back to sleep quickly..."

The Catchers looked impatient, and it was clear that Fengyue Qingqiu was not the first person they had encountered who had violated the curfew. Chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, and the people of the rivers and lakes will not abide by the rules and regulations of the six doors. In the same way, the arrest of the six doors does not have a good face for these Jianghu people.

However, the catchers did not leave their voices----

"Boom!"

In the next second, the street under the rainy night suddenly lit up a little cold, like a dragon swimming out of the sea, and an arc-shaped knife light rolled up in the rain curtain.

“........”

The sound of human heads falling to the ground, the sound of blood rushing, and the sound of blades returning to their sheaths were all buried in the pouring rain, and only a touch of crimson infected the rain curtain.

"The realm is not there, just the sacrificial knife."

Fengyue Qingqiu shook the Gouyue scimitar in his hand, and the rain fell, directly washing away the blood stains on the knife. However, he could sense that the cold from the knife had become stronger, which was a vision of the soul being absorbed by the knife. The sect leader passed on his Spirit Slaying Sword Technique to finally get close to completion.

Tu Yi is a sin, Tu Wan is a male!

And the Spirit Slaughtering Knife Method is an extremely weird evil art, practicing with killing people, practicing knives with souls, and after Dacheng, people can resonate with the divine soldiers.

Divine resonance, this is originally an ability that can only be mastered when it reaches the artistic conception of the gods.

Cultivating the four realms, the artistic conception of the gods ranks third, once cultivated, you can condense the yin god, and even the yin god turns into yang, and finally the yin and yang are integrated to refine the original god.

When it comes to the artistic conception of the gods, every warrior needs to choose a weapon that is in line with his heart, and then raise soldiers with gods, and engrave all his martial arts true intentions on the divine soldiers. And in this way, the martial arts that resonate with the divine soldiers can exert several times the power of the ordinary.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Although the resonance of the divine weapon is exclusive to the artistic conception of the gods, there are always some geniuses, or some secret methods, that can do the same thing in the innate realm.

For example, Zhang Xianquan, the "little heavenly master" who is the first person on the tiger list today and is known as the first person of the younger generation.

He is a rare genius in the Daomen for a hundred years, and after reading through the Daozang, he had an epiphany, and directly resonated with the inheritance of the Heavenly Master's Mansion to "slay the evil spirit".

In the realm of Jindan, the innate triple can defeat the Yin God Grandmaster.

The first place on the Tiger list is well deserved.

Another example, Fengyue Qingqiu's Spirit Slayer Knife Method. This method uses the soul to practice the sword, and uses the soul and life of others to replace the resonance of one's own yin god and divine soldiers.

Although it is far inferior to a genius like Zhang Xianquan, it belongs to a crooked and evil way, and it hinders the breakthrough of the divine artistic conception in the future, but the power obtained is real. Fengyue Qingqiu slaughtered the Cai family with blood, and now he is openly killing and catching fast in the city, just to push this knife technique to Dacheng as soon as possible.

The situation is urgent.

Only after the sword technique was completed, with the power of the resonance of the divine soldiers, Fengyue Qingqiu was sure to escape under the heavy encirclement and suppression of Yanyun's thirteen horsemen.

"Tonight, hunt hard!"

............

"What did you say!?"

The six gates in the city, the head of Yanyun Mansion, who personally posted the notice in the morning, Chen Daohai's expression was extremely gloomy at this time: "He actually dares to do it?" ”

"Order all the catchers to go out quickly."

"After finding him, don't fight hard, immediately release the signal, and the head catcher will take him down personally!"

As soon as Chen Daohai gave the order, a large number of six doors immediately poured out, with hats and swords unsheathed, and rushed onto the street in the heavy rain.

In the whole small town, except for a few people who dared to go out to see the situation after their martial arts were not weak, the others all closed their doors and windows tightly, and did not even dare to look at them, and even some people hid in the cellars dug by their families, so as not to hurt themselves after their houses were affected.

It's just that Chen Daohai obviously underestimated Fengyue Qingqiu.

Letting the catchers collectively find targets is a standard tactic of six doors, and there is naturally no problem on weekdays. But now it's different.

Since Fengyue Qingqiu dared to come out, it was to give up all fears.

Catch the nest quickly? So what, just a bunch of cannon fodder. But it happened to respond to the words of Fengyue Qingqiu: If the realm is not enough, it is just a sacrifice knife!

"Kill!"

Under the rainy night, Fengyue Qingqiu broke through with a knife and directly knocked the rain curtain out of a human-shaped passage. Wherever he passed, the severed limbs and severed arms fell to the ground with rain and blood, clanging. And when Chen Daohai finally arrived, the scene that caught his eye suddenly made his eyes crack.

"You're damned!"

As the chief catcher of the six doors of Yanyun Mansion, Chen Daohai's cultivation is a stable innate triple, and he has already condensed the golden pill, and he made a decisive move in anger.

"Boom!"

I saw Chen Daohai punch out, and the unparalleled fist instantly smashed the rain curtain in the sky, and the rain turned into a fist mark towards Fengyue Qingqiu.

"Hundred Steps Divine Fist!?"

Fengyue Qingqiu looked back, and a trace of horror flashed in her eyes. However, at the moment of life and death, his potential is also exploding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Chen Daohai! You can't kill me! ”

Fengyue Qingqiu roared angrily, while brazenly drawing the knife, the moment the Gouyue scimitar came out of the sheath, the sound of the hunting wind seemed to sound like a ghost crying wolf, and the knife light crossed a graceful arc, also wrapped in the rain, and slashed at the punch that Chen Daohai made in the air.

The fist mark and the sword light were both shattered.

However, Fengyue Qingqiu used the power of this punch to increase his speed, further distanced himself from Chen Daohai, and immediately drilled into an alley.

After a few corners, he disappeared from Chen Daohai's sight.

After a few more breaths, not even the breath was gone.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Chen Daohai's expression became more and more pale, he never thought that this demon demon would have such a hand, which could perfectly hide his internal strength.

On the other hand, Fengyue Qingqiu was extremely excited.

"It worked.... I succeeded...."

Originally, he went on a killing spree, and the Spirit Slayer Knife Method was almost complete. And fighting against Chen Daohai's empty move allowed him to directly break through the final bottleneck.

At this moment, in the induction of Fengyue Qingqiu, the Gouyue scimitar in his hand seemed to come back to life, turning from a dead thing into a long-dormant beast. As long as his mind moves, he can resonate with it and release the power in the sword, so as to burst out with stronger power.

"God help me!"

"Since the sect leader gave me this sword technique, I have killed 1,296 people in a row, sacrificing the sword with soul blood, and now it is finally a great sword technique!"

"When I go back, I will precipitate it, and the innate triple may not be hopeless."

"I'm already invincible in the same realm~!"

Thinking of this, Fengyue Qingqiu's eyes were even more hideous, and he had even begun to fantasize about the scene of killing back the six doors and beheading Chen Daohai in the future.

In the next second, Fengyue Qingqiu rushed out of the alley.

This is another street.

And at the end of the street, a handsome young man with a horse and a gun on his back, dressed in black and ink, was reflected in his bloodshot eyes.