The monks circled and circled, and attacked in groups, and the wooden stick in Han Qiusheng's hand was more like a stick than a stick, but more like a sword.

The monk who rushed forward first raised his sword and slashed down, and Han Qiusheng swung his stick and stabbed directly, with the blessing of strong force and amazing speed.

Before the sword fell, the stick came first, and the monk's right chest was pierced by the stick, blood splattered, and he kicked out with a quick kick.

The monk flew upside down with a wail of pain, knocking down several more monks.

The monks have already formed a group, raising their swords, raising their knives, cutting down, Han Qiusheng is in danger, squatting violently, sweeping the hall, several monks, losing their center of gravity, rolling to the ground.

The monks came forward later, Han Qiusheng stood up, pinched the wooden stick and spun it around, dozens of monks flew upside down, their clothes were in tatters on their chests, and there was a long blood mark.

Han Qiusheng, jumped two meters from the ground, stepped on the monk's head, a huge force under his feet, the monk who was stepped on, his facial features were bleeding, and he collapsed to the ground, not knowing life and death.

With the power of a step, the figure was raised, the monks raised their swords, raised their knives and stabbed upward, Han Qiusheng fell, and the soles of his feet borrowed the force to accurately step on the sword body, the blade.

Borrowing strength to pull up, like a light skill, constantly borrowing strength, until the last monk, continue to step on the top of his head, his facial features bleed, and he fainted without knowing life and death.

With the last force, the body rolled five times in the air, landing five miles away from the monks.

Group battles, the most important thing is to open up the distance, two fists are hard to beat four hands, surrounded by your kung fu at a high level, you will also be chopped into minced meat.

Han Qiusheng has a series of flowing clouds, and the attacks are dodged, just right.

Turning around, he threw the wooden stick in his hand vertically, to the top of his head, and fell to his chest, and with a push of his palm, the wooden stick was like an arrow from a bow, and with a "whoosh" sound, it instantly pierced the chests of the two monks and connected them in a string.

Han Qiusheng, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, the four-foot long sword, the hilt, the foot retracted hard, the hilt rolled to the instep, and gently lifted the foot.

The sword raised his hand to catch it and said, "It's still comfortable to use the sword." "Jumping up, raising his sword and cutting down, the monk at the front, the monk blocked with a horizontal sword, and the cold autumn was like a broken bamboo.

A sword sliced the sword in the monk's hand in half, and a bloody streak from the left shoulder to the right abdomen stopped before it was kicked away.

The right hand inserted the sword into the ground, the whole person stood up in the air, the sword circled in place, and the body raised its foot in the air and kicked twice, followed the sword in a circle.

There is quite a feeling of Foshan shadowless feet, the right hand is forceful, the sword is bent to the ground, the hand is forced, and the sword is bounced up with the force, three miles from the ground.

The figure is from top to bottom, straight through Changhong, holding the sword upside down and falling, and the monks scatter, lest they be inserted from the top of their heads by this sword.

Han Qiusheng turned over, the sword was on top, his feet were on the ground, and the monks were killing.

Han Qiusheng's eyes were closed, and he entered a wonderful realm, with nothing around him, only selfless sword.

A point of light flashed at the center of his eyebrows, and the movements of the monks around him were perceived clearly, so slowly.

Han Qiusheng, swinging the sword as fast as lightning, not like fighting in life and death more like dancing the sword, the perfect combination of grace and violence.

The strange refiner couldn't help but exclaim: "It's really a genius who has actually realized the method of using soul power in the mortal realm." ”

continued to praise: "The strength and speed are the limits of mortals, this kind of martial arts can become a hegemon in a small world without aura, and after being able to cultivate aura, it is even more peerless in the contemporary era!"

The praise of the refining monster may explain why the Buddha chose Han Qiusheng as the inheritor.

Han Qiusheng swung his sword faster and faster, and some monks, without knowing what was going on, were hit by a sword, and only after two breaths did they feel pain in their bodies and blood marks appeared.

The sword is so fast that the pain in the body is delayed, and the sword is swung thousands of times in one breath, there is no sound of sword collision, and some monks hold mortal weapons that are extremely sharp, and the sword in their hands will be shattered when they touch it.

Ordinary weapons can't withstand too much spiritual power, and spiritual weapons mortal realm cultivators can't exert their power, so they have mortal weapons, which are tougher than ordinary weapons and can fit with spiritual power.

In the slow sword, once there are more and more, Han Qiusheng will also slow down a little, although there are several swords in his body, but he is calming down more and more.

Once you lose that composure, you will be full of flaws and die on the spot.

Blood stained the ground, the white robe turned into a red robe, Han Qiusheng opened his eyes, and fifty or sixty monks were lying on the ground wailing.

The refiner monster smiled and said: "You won, from today on, I, Zhang Youde, will not be refining in Cangshan, you can go back." ”

With a wave of his hand, the spiritual power light curtain disappeared, and fifty or sixty monks could feel the presence of the spiritual energy, dragging their bodies full of scars and walking down the mountain.

Zhang Youde flicked his fingers, and a banana-shaped spirit fruit fell into Han Qiusheng's hand, and said, "Eat it, this fruit is called, Fan Xiu, spiritual power is pure and has no side effects." ”

Han Qiusheng was not polite, he took a bite of the sweet and delicious, pure spiritual power, and flowed on all four limbs, over and over again, and cultivated from the third layer of the mortal realm to the fifth layer of the mortal realm, and then gradually stopped.

Zhang Youde said: "Boy, do you know why I won't be refining weapons from now on?"

Han Qiusheng shook his head, Zhang Youde fell into a memory, and said, "I'll tell you a story." ”

"In the northern land, there is a first-class sect, the Instrument Sect, there is a method of refining weapons that has been passed down since ancient times, "Creation and Divine Refining", and no disciple of the Instrument Sect has been able to comprehend it for thousands of years. ”

"But five hundred years ago, there were two disciples who had a rare heavenly posture together, and they jointly comprehended the "Creation and Transformation Divine Refining", which should be due to their personalities, and the refining methods of the two comprehended were different. ”

"A man who likes power and refining the emperor's soldiers, at a critical moment, needs to be sacrificed with the life of a mortal emperor to succeed. ”

"A soldier who likes to be quiet and natural, and the soldiers he refines are more like the soldiers on "Creation and Transformation God Refining", refining life and refining the soldiers. ”

"When inheriting the position of the sect master, the elders unanimously chose the disciple who was refining the emperor's soldiers, and only the old sect master chose the disciple of the refining soldiers. ”

"Disagreed, agreed to compare with the refining weapon, but the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, the old sect master died on the eve of the duel, the duel was canceled, and the disciple who refined the emperor's soldiers became the sect master. ”

"Because he didn't like the junior brother who didn't like the refining of the cultivation soldiers, he drove him to this southern land, and he was not allowed to take a step, otherwise his head would fall to the ground immediately, and he would not be allowed to refine spiritual weapons, so he could only refine mortal weapons. ”

Han Qiusheng said: "The disciple who was expelled from the Instrument Sect is you, but what does this have to do with whether you can practice the weapon or not?"

Zhang Youde said: "That is the sect where I have lived for more than 400 years, I came to this southern land, and set rules for people to refine weapons every day, just to cultivate a person who can help me return to the instrument sect." ”

"Old man, I have read countless people, I have never seen a person with such a natural posture as you, refining weapons is only an auxiliary way after all, only a strong cultivation of combat power, can you get what you want. ”

Han Qiusheng said: "You want, I will take you back to the Instrument Sect?"

Zhang Youde nodded and said, "I'll help you refine the weapon, you owe me a favor, I can't go out of the southern land, and you can only go down by yourself." ”

Han Qiusheng took out the fragment of the Cold Light Sword and said, "Can you help him repair it, become a mortal weapon?"

Zhang Youde took it, looked at the fragments carefully, noticed a trace of life, and said in surprise: "It's really rare that ordinary weapons can give birth to a trace of wisdom!"