The three of them took advantage of the night to run all the way, and did not stop until they were far away from Xuancheng. After a night of running, the physical strength of the two of them could no longer bear it. Fortunately, there is a pine forest outside this Xuancheng, even in late autumn, it is still green, and the three people who escaped can be hidden. The three of them rushed into the forest before stopping.

Ye Ziyi's little face was no longer bloody, and Gu Qingquan's face was even haggard, and it was simply washed out by sweat. Ye Bin silently walked to the side and sat down cross-legged, seemingly absorbing the aura in the air, strangely, there was no aura fluctuation around him.

didn't talk to Ye Bin, Gu Qingquan sat on the ground, exhaled a deep breath of fresh air and entered the cultivation state.

Yuan power and aura slowly flowed into Gu Qingquan's body. Xu was due to excessive consumption, and the aura absorbed at this time was like a rain after a long drought, and Gu Qingquan's whole body felt an indescribable comfort.

Glancing at the strange little whirlpool in the spiritual sea, and then at the light blue spirit core in the dantian, Gu Qingquan secretly smiled bitterly, a two-star martial artist, I am afraid that he is the martial artist with the lowest physical strength and the lowest combat effectiveness in history. Coupled with the situation at this time, there may be Anguo's pursuers at any time, and it is urgent to improve strength.

I don't know if there are any exercises that Sister Lu Dao Yuege gave her that are suitable for martial artists to practice? Gu Qingquan opened the Qiankun bag with a fluke mentality, and looked at those high-level exercises one by one.

"Water Curtain Sky", "Streamer Glimpse"... Looking at a scroll of high-level water methods rippling with the power of the water element, Gu Qingquan's heart felt sour, too, Sister Yuege is a water system warlock, and so is herself, how could she leave her martial arts skills, but her soul bead has been broken. Frustrated, he took out the last jade slip, and Gu Qingquan glanced at it listlessly.

When he saw the four words on the jade slip, Gu Qingquan's narrow Danfeng eyes suddenly lit up, "Biluo Sword Technique"!

Gu Qingquan's face burst with joy, and the woman's gentle and picturesque eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but appear in his mind. Sinking his mind, his soul power slowly seeped into the light green jade slip, only to feel a warm current surging in his mind, and the jade slip in his hand split into two halves.

Putting the shattered jade slip aside, Gu Qingquan digested the extra things in his mind.

"The upper and lower yellow springs are gone, and the two places are gone. A line of small words appeared in Gu Qingquan's mind, with inexplicable sadness. The emotions were pulled, and a sourness also rose in Gu Qingquan's heart.

Immediately after, the small lines of words dispersed into countless points of light, and in an instant, they condensed into a villain holding a sword. One move and one style, like a marquee, was projected in Gu Qingquan's mind, and each sword was elegant, and the elegance hid the perfect killing machine and the sadness that could not be dissolved.

Ye Ziyi, who was sitting on the side to recover her strength, suddenly opened her eyes, and Qiu Bo looked at Gu Qingquan tactfully. Gu Qingquan's two delicate eyebrows wrinkled tightly together, Brother Qingquan, is your heart sad again? With a faint sigh, Ye Ziyi took out a delicate Qiankun bag from her waist, reached into the bag with her little hand, and took out a blue bow.

The faint blue light was like a puddle of clear water pouring down, and the pattern of tree branches hovered on the bow and arrows, making the bow look more like a work of art. The transparent bowstring is almost impossible to see if it were not for the colorful halo reflected in the sun. The little white hand gently stroked the bow and arrow, as if caressing his own child.

It's strange that he is clearly a wood-based warlock, but he has a special talent for this bow and arrow, and he can hit the target almost without aiming. This bow and arrow is even more peculiar, so to speak, this bow and arrow came to find itself by itself. When this bow came to him, he also turned around in the air a few times in a particularly humane way to express his joy. Even his own father, Ye Fengchen, couldn't tell the grade of this bow.

Ye Ziyi looked at the blue bow and arrow in her hand, and the bottom of her eyes reflected soft blue light spots. When Brother Qingquan regained his strength, he also asked you to protect us, repeatedly wiping the dusty blue bow and arrow, Ye Ziyi thought silently in her heart.

Raising his eyes and glancing at Ye Bin, who was sitting still, Ye Ziyi's gaze returned to Gu Qingquan's body again.

Gu Qingquan looked intently at the little man dancing in his mind. Indeed, this villain is not so much practicing swords as dancing. After reading it carefully a few times, I concluded that this set of sword tricks is nothing more than four words.

Lifting, pointing, picking, collapsing.

Lift, from the bottom to the top, bend the wrist to pull the sword handle, the tip of the sword down, all rely on the dexterity of the wrist, first unload the enemy's attack, and then point, the sword with the tip of the sword to the bottom of the point peck, force to reach the front end of the blade. Its momentum is like a dragonfly dotting water, the chicken pecks rice, intended to attack its hand holding the weapon, gain the initiative, and then pick, from the tiger's mouth to the sword on the sword, the sword with the tip of the sword, the right down to the top like a needle picky thorn, attack the enemy's wrist or elbow, attack its empty door, mess with its mind, the most stubborn back collapse, the sword holder suddenly bends the wrist upturned, the tip of the sword from the bottom up, pick the edge to strike, give the enemy the most fatal blow.

It seems to be composed of the most basic swordsmanship, but it is carefully arranged one by one, and the killing machine is perfectly hidden in elegance, forcing the enemy to a dead end little by little. Looking at the villain dancing with the sword in his mind, Gu Qingquan couldn't help but sigh, the person who created this exercise was really a ghost who used a sword. sighed, but ignored his own terrible understanding.

If you give this swordsmanship to someone else, I'm afraid that if you practice it to the fullest, you won't be able to understand it so thoroughly. Maybe even Gu Qingquan himself didn't realize that after experiencing the arrival of the strange light in the inn, his mind turned faster, and some things would be understood with a little thought.

With a long sigh of relief, Gu Qingquan took out the heavy Songtao Stone Sword, and while replaying the Biluo Sword Technique in his mind, he lifted the sword and danced lightly.

As soon as he completed the two actions of lifting and pointing, Gu Qingquan felt a tingle in his arms, and the spiritual energy in the dantian was rapidly consumed. His eyes narrowed, and the arrogance of not admitting defeat spread from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but let out a low sigh, overdrawing the strength of his whole body to continue the next action, and wherever the Songtao Sword went, there was a pop of air friction. After the last blow, Gu Qingquan was full of strength and stabbed towards a point, only to hear the sound of "pop" in the space, Gu Qingquan stood with a soft chair sword.

It's a good Biluo swordsmanship, it's really not looking back when you don't see blood. After practicing it completely, Gu Qingquan felt the determination of this sword technique. The piping heat was mixed with crispy numbness, and Gu Qingquan felt that the blood in his body was boiling. The spiritual core in the dantian slowly rotated, and the spiritual energy poured in rapidly, replenishing the dried spiritual core. Faintly, there seems to be a trend of advancement.

It's just that, why is there so much sorrow hidden in this sword technique? Gu Qingquan contemplated the Biluo sword technique.

Ye Ziyi still looked at Gu Qingquan with a light smile, her eyes were full of Gu Qingquan's thin and upright figure. Ye Bin on the side raised his dark eyes, looked at Gu Qingquan, and then looked at his dantian occupied by the black mist, and didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking.