When a piece of sword light was silent, on Shi Yuqing's body, the Dao knife marks were criss-crossed like a chessboard, the flesh and blood were blurred, and even some parts were faintly visible white bones.

The two black-clothed men stood in front of him one after the other, in front of him, expressionless. The killer in front of him spoke in a flat tone, without any inhibitions, "If you have nothing to say, the next knife will be more than just a thousand pieces of corpses in the flesh." You Ying Heaven Realm cultivators, die without stiffness, as long as the golden pill is not broken, you can still take away a wisp of soul to reincarnate. But our knife happens to be good at breaking the golden pill and exploiting the soul. After cutting, not only will there not be the slightest remnant of vitality, but in the process, you will have to endure the pain of peeling off the cocoon, which is a hundred times more painful than the so-called lighting of the sky lantern in your Taoists. After that, the grievances accumulated by the remnant souls are enough to turn into a terrible ghost wandering the world. When the time comes, many of the people you will be entangled with will be those you once had close to, and in the end, it will only be those sanctimonious siblings who will fight you in the end. ”

This kind of tragic thing was flattered by him, and it was more common than commonplace.

Shi Yuqing shook his blood-stained head slightly, and said sadly: "Which, I'm just an innocent passerby, you can't leave a line in your life and work?"

The man in black shook his head with an indifferent expression, "No one has ever mentioned it to you, your lying expression is very fake? It would be very unkind to leave yourself completely in a few sentences. The monks don't speak, if you are like this, your ancestors will not be able to spare you. ”

Shi Yuqing was in unbearable pain, and suddenly there seemed to be a flash of inspiration, he figured out many things, his expression stretched a little, and he smiled bitterly: "Is it that even if I say something, it is still a dead end?"

The man in black nodded and gave him a thumbs up: "Understand people, don't talk bastards." We people on the twelve-story floor, once we do it, there is no difference between life and death. But there are thousands of dead ends, and I can leave you a good one. If you don't move your Jin Dan soul, after eighteen years, won't you be a good man again? If you have accumulated twenty or thirty years of insight and mind, it will only be better than this life. ”

Shi Yuqing muttered to himself, "Go to good and evil, and leave the six paths." Otherwise, cultivating goodness will ascend to the three good paths, create evil, and fall into the three evil paths. Is that really the only way to go?"

When the man in black saw that his expression was different, he was refreshed for a while, and he was ignorant for a while, and he faintly felt that something was not good; if this matter dragged on any longer, he was afraid that there would be changes. He glanced at his companion opposite, and the two of them attacked at the same time, and handed out a knife.

This time, that piece of knife light is intertwined, like a turtle's back pattern, overwhelming the sky, and there is a tendency to shatter mountains and rivers. And the two who came out of the knife no longer hid their figures, but flew around Shi Yuqing in a hurry.

Shi Yuqing was shrouded in that piece of sword light, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and his expression was peaceful. The hands were round and entangled, sticky and picking, and the sharp knife light was slippery to the touch, hidden in the earth.

Smoke and dust suddenly flew from the ground, and countless deep ravines crisscrossed appeared. Shi Yuqing followed each other, his form and spirit were one, and the increasingly dense sword light still couldn't add to his body. But the fat man in ragged clothes looked at the deep ditch dotted with roads under his feet, frowned, sighed, and said: "Heaven is evil, you can still live, if I have to do evil, if I don't do it, will it not be against the way of heaven, and it will be easy to be punished by heaven......"

Before Shi Yuqing's words fell, the two black-clothed men suddenly felt that their hands were much shorter, and they seemed to have a lot of weight, which dragged the whole person to lose their focus. The two of them hurriedly held the handle of the knife firmly with both hands, and when they were about to barely take out the knife, they found that the young Taoist in the middle who was covered in bruises grabbed a knife light with both hands, and dragged it into a twisted shape, and it was shattered in an instant. The charcoal-burning fat man suddenly circled and flew into the sky, the pair of bloodstained, scarred fat hands, the void held the ball and operated, drawing out a circular cyclone that opened and closed.

The circular cyclone born in the Dao man's hand was like a snowball, and it had already enveloped the Dao man's entire body in an instant, forming a huge balloon with countless swirls on the surface.

I saw that the light of the fine smashing knives that were scattered in the air, attracted by the cyclone, all merged into it. On the surface of the huge balloon, there was suddenly a sword light like a meteor spinning, continuous, magnificent.

The huge whirlpool balloon hovered a few feet above and no longer rose, but the fat man inside suddenly shouted: "Big and outside!"

I saw a whirlpool of knife light on the surface of the balloon, slamming out, like a nebula surging arc canopy crushing towards the ground. The figures of the two black-clothed men on the ground were instantly hidden in it, and only a few screams were heard, one after another.

After the balloon exploded, it swelled countless times, and finally disappeared into the night forest.

A fat man with all his clothes in tatters, with only countless strips of cloth hanging on his body, his body swayed and he was out of breath. The two men in black were lying in the dust with blurred flesh and blood, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Shi Yuqing was gasping for breath, looking at the two bloody bodies on the ground with a blank expression. He didn't notice it at all, and it was dark in the night

, and four flying glimpses from different directions, with a faint light of the knife, were coming towards the place where they were standing.

The four sword rays are all incomparable, piercing the night sky, and there are not many fancy moves, just a line running through, moving forward from four angles. Such an encirclement and flanking attack blocked all the retreats of the other party.

It's just that two of the sword lights, halfway through, suddenly flashed and disappeared, as if they had been secretly subjected to a sudden volley. Tucson has changed, but the other two sword lights have been unable to retract, and the black-clothed swordsman who has disappeared should have been determined to fight to the death.

When Shi Yuqing found that the sword light was coming through the air, he couldn't dodge. The body that is round like a ball of flesh simply straightens the chest and collar, and the strength of the virtual collar is brought into full play.

The fat man's heart is full of vitality, sinking to the ground under his feet, and his body does not dodge or avoid, like a light and clear hanging air, blending into the night, flowing in the qi of all things.

First, a sword light passed through the chest of the fat body, and it was not hindered in the slightest.

Because there is no thing to block at all.

When the sword light was settled, the black-clothed swordsman appeared in shape, with a strange look on his face, and he was inexplicably surprised. It's just that the well-trained swordsman reacted very quickly, and then stepped forward, took advantage of the situation, turned around, and drew a perfect arc with the short knife in his hand, slashing at Shi Yuqing behind him.

But at this time, the black-clothed swordsman had already sensed that the two extremely strange sounds of breaking the sky in the night sky were coming towards the place where he was standing.

No matter what kind of secret weapon is secretly attacked, from the fierce momentum of breaking through the air, the swordsman knows that it will be a fatal blow to himself.

The black-clothed swordsman had gloomy eyes and a resolute expression, and the arc cut horizontally, accelerating instantly!

It's just that the moment when the blade was about to touch the fat body, a thing as big as a grinding disc had already swirled, and the sharp edge cut directly into the neck of the black-clothed swordsman, and the black-clothed swordsman was instantly knocked out by a strong force carried by the thing, and his body retreated a few feet;

The black-clothed swordsman was suddenly outraged. Before he died, he saw that what was stuck into his neck, as large as a millstone, was actually a hat with broken edges.

Another swordsman who was not obviously lagging behind, when the short knife stabbed Shi Yuqing in the heart, he did not take advantage of the situation to continue to rush forward, but stopped instantly, regardless of the stabbing place, he had no feeling, and turned the blade with the momentum, and when the hand felt solid, a large piece of fat and fat flesh was cut out.

The swordsman succeeded in one move, but he was not in love with war, his figure suddenly swept back a few feet, and he turned around with the momentum, and was about to pass through the dense forest and escape into the night. But I saw a dark sword shadow in the forest, which almost blended with the night, and suddenly came.

That sword shadow was silent, seemingly very light and powerless, and the sword intent hidden in it seemed to be as dignified as thunder.

The black-clothed swordsman, the only remaining fruitful, knew that something was wrong, and his footwork was wrong, and his figure seemed to disappear out of thin air, and there was only an afterimage left in the night, which swept into the forest from the other side. After the swordsman disappeared into the forest, his own vitality disappeared together, and there was no trace to follow.

Ren Pingsheng, who was attacked by the flying sword in secret, missed a blow, and immediately put away his sword and stood up, but he was not in a hurry to catch up, but stood in front of the horizontal sword, standing in place, concentrating and calming.

For this invisible and traceless concealment technique, looking left and right, will only disturb your mind and miss some clues left by the other party.

After Hu Jiu appeared, he wanted to rush over to help, but when he saw Ren Pingsheng's calm and relaxed posture, he was shocked in his heart, and the charcoal burning Taoist beside him who had countless knife wounds was already like a bloody man, crumbling.

Hu Jiu sighed secretly, stretched out his hand to support Shi Yuqing, and carefully helped him slowly sit on the ground. This dead fat man who lacks heart and eyes has no breath, but he is smiling and looking comfortable. That joy was like walking and kicking his foot, but he found that the thing he kicked was a huge gold bar.

There is a saying: when someone is sold, he happily counts the money for the other party.

Ren Pingsheng's whole mind, in peace, with the mountains and rivers and the leylines, all things flow slowly. His figure went from standing still to slowly taking a step, and the iron sword in his hand followed the figure and slowly passed out horizontally. The sword momentum is gentle and weak, and the sword style is clumsy, like a child practicing a sword, but he can't bear the weight of the sword body, and can only pretend to be a sword in the air.

Once Ren Pingsheng came out of the sword, he never stopped, his body was not fast, he stopped step by step, but the direction was uncertain, sometimes left and right, sometimes before and after. The iron sword in his hand is a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west, and there is no order at all.

A moment later, in the breathing qi of all things within a radius of more than ten zhang, there were wisps of sword intent hidden in them, flowing endlessly.

It's just that the Dao sword intent is like flowing water, and there is no hindrance. Only by careful observation will you find Ren Ping

Where the sword move passed, the grass and trees that were no thicker than the mouth of the bowl immediately withered and withered.

In the midst of the gradually yellowing vines, suddenly the qi was violent, and a black shadow swept out, turning into a knife light, and striking at Ren Pingsheng, who was close at hand.

Ren Pingsheng didn't care about the lightning-fast sword light, but his body was slightly off. The iron sword in his hand changed slightly, no longer an aimless sword, but like a brush dipped in thick ink, splashing freely towards the place where the vines spread.

The sword qi splashed like ink, sinking into the vines. The sword light that struck at the chest was like a white rainbow being cut off by the waist and disappearing into invisibility.

I saw that the vines, like an uneven landscape painting paper, broke inch by inch from the place where those splashed ink dots melted, and instantly collapsed to the ground like a pile of broken grass. Under the cover of broken grass, the figure of a human figure curled up and lying on its side appeared.

The humanoid vine debris was instantly soaked with blood, and a thick bloody aura floated in the night sky. The last black-clothed swordsman, the technique of concealment, was almost perfect, and there was not the slightest ripple of qi until death, let alone screaming miserably.

Ren Pingsheng slowly walked up to the charcoal who was sitting on the ground, squatted down, and said in a calm tone: "It's hard." ”

"Hard work?" said Hu Jiu, who was arming his arms around his chest, in a mocking tone.

Ren Pingsheng looked up at the man who had lost his hat. There is no hat, and there is really a lot less chivalrous demeanor. "It's just a wound of flesh and skin, or what else can it be. I can heal this wound as long as there is still breath left. ”

Hu Jiu sneered: "It's cured, I'm afraid it's all a body like a bamboo basket drawing water, leaking wind everywhere." The knife technique of the twelve-story floor and the stealth assassination technique of not tying the boat are tied to the same door; when the real life and death fight, the knife cuts directly into the human body's qi house, three souls and seven spirits. Can you cure this?"

Ren Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, looking down at the dead fat man who was still smiling brightly and had no heart or lungs, with a complicated expression.

This lifeless atmosphere made it difficult for the dead fat man to adapt, and his face became a little embarrassed, "What are you all doing, I don't owe you ten taels or eight taels of silver." ”

In the fat man's mind, ten taels of silver is quite a large amount. Seeing that the faces of the two of them were becoming more and more solemn and ugly, he simply made a sad expression and said, "It's really a flesh injury, it's not that troublesome." ”

Hu Jiu thought that he was just self-aware, and pretended to comfort others easily, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it and kept silent.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly seemed to have an understanding, his expression was excited, and he patted Shi Yuqing's shoulder fiercely and said, "Small and inward?"

The fat man was slapped by him, and he was involved in countless wounds around him, grinning his teeth in pain and screaming with hatred. Ren Pingsheng smiled apologetically and gently stroked his fat shoulders.

Shi Yuqing breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "This, but you also taught it." Fortunately, it coincides with my messy boxing skills. ”

Once the big stone in Ren Pingsheng's heart was put down, his expression was much more relaxed, and he turned his head to look at Hu Jiu, who was stunned, and said with a smile: "Do me a favor, how about it?"

Hu Jiu suddenly became vigilant and asked, "What do you say first?" ”

Ren Pingsheng's reaction to such a fuss about the man was a little inexplicable, "Help me, I have to clean the wound for others, don't you apply medicine?"

Hu Jiu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Small things, small things, saving the dead and helping the wounded, doing chivalrous deeds, this is the duty of my generation of chivalrous." ”

Ren Pingsheng was treating the fat man with a dressing, and talked eloquently, "Your boxing skills are not messy. Cheng Cheng's treatment and recovery, that set of punches also contributed a lot. Although I don't know how to practice, I know how to look at qi. That set of fists, in terms of refining the muscles and bones furnace ding, and cultivating the heart and spirit qi machine, I am afraid that it is not inferior to any of your Taoist qi training techniques. ”

Shi Yuqing was very happy at first when he heard this, and when he heard the second half, he suddenly panicked, and said worriedly: "Which, don't talk nonsense, Taiyi Avenue, how can we be compared to our kind of nonsense carving insect skills......

Ren Pingsheng was too lazy to get tired of him, and said seriously: "Have you thought of a name?"

Shi Yuqing shook his head, and said with a blank face: "What is the name of this kind of gadget." ”

Ren Pingsheng thought for a while, and said slowly: "The big and the outside is the Tai Chi movement, and the small and the inside is the unity of the infinite." One qi is chaotic and gives birth to yin and yang, and then turns into four images, giving birth to eight trigrams; In a circle, everything is different. How about this set of boxing called Tai Chi?"

As he spoke, the bleeding on the various wounds on Shi Yuqing's body had quickly stopped, and the new muscles of the carrion and the scarring of the wound were faintly visible. It's just that the fat man was full of thoughts, and he was fully immersed in Ren Pingsheng's discussion of Tai Chi Wuji, and he didn't realize that he was already out of his mind.