Breaking through the air in front of the sword, with the will to kill, this pitch-black long sword pierced Su Xiaoliu's throat, and the distance the size of a palm was under this sharp stab, and it reached Su Xiaoliu's throat almost in an instant. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before the sword blade arrived, the piercing sword qi touched Su Xiaoliu's skin first, and the skin on his neck was so stimulated that goosebumps were aroused under the sword blade.

Seeing that the pitch-black long sword was about to pierce into Su Xiaoliu's throat, the tip of the sword was only a grain of rice away from Su Xiaoliu's Adam's apple, and this distance of a grain of rice, at this moment, was like a heavenly stream, and it could never be crossed.

No matter how hard the owner of this pitch-black long sword tried, even if the blade of this long sword had begun to bend into a bow, the distance between the tip of this sword and Su Xiaoliu's throat could never be broken.

And the culprit of all this is the two extra fingers on the blade of the sword.

The index and middle fingers, the fingers are slender, and the fingertips are neatly trimmed.

The luster of the nails is crystal clear, without a trace of dirt, and the owner of this finger must cherish it very much on weekdays.

Everything shows how "slender" and "beautiful" the two fingers are.

Perhaps the word beautiful is a bit inappropriate to describe a man's fingers, even if he is still a half-grown child.

But whoever sees these fingers with their own eyes seems to have no other words to describe it than "beautiful".

And it was these two "beautiful" fingers that were a little excessive, but with a pinch, the pitch-black long sword was like a poisonous snake that had been restrained by seven inches, unable to move anymore, turning into a dead thing, and no longer had the formidable edge and endless murderous aura just now.

As soon as he missed, he wanted to escape, but the owner of this pitch-black long sword seemed to be very reluctant to give up the pitch-black long sword, and pulled the hilt of the sword, wanting to pull the long sword out of the "beautiful" fingers.

Just like a forward stab, under this backward draw, the pitch-black long sword was not moving, and it was impossible to see it, and the owner of the black sword finally decided that the strong man broke his wrist and sent the hilt of the sword, wanting to withdraw.

And Su Xiaoliu, who has been silent from the beginning to the present, finally spoke at this time:

"Senior Brother Li, why did you have to leave when you first came? Is it because I don't treat you well? The little brother dared to ask Senior Brother Li to stay for a while, and some questions were even solved by Senior Brother Li!"

As he spoke, Su Xiaoliu's fingers holding the long sword flicked and flicked, only to see the pitch-black long sword shoot back at a faster speed than when it came, obviously the hilt of the sword was in front, but it stabbed out the edge of the seven-foot sword blade and shot towards its original owner.

Above the willow tree, the assassin who was originally dressed in black was facing this dilemma.

If you ignore the long sword that shoots back, just from the direction of this shot back, you have already sealed the direction where you want to escape with your strength, so that you can't escape.

If you take the pitch-black long sword that shoots back, you can not only resolve the crisis but also retrieve your beloved long sword, but judging from the movement of the shot back, this long sword doesn't seem to be so easy to catch.

For a while, the black-clothed assassin was in a dilemma, he couldn't leave, and he couldn't pick up.

It's just that in the end, the greed for the long sword finally gained the upper hand, even though the black-clothed assassin knew that the long sword was not easy to catch, but he was still reluctant to give up, and in the last hand, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and the spiritual power filled his palm, and his hand stretched out to prepare to take the long sword that shot back.

Fortunately, this long sword shot back with the hilt as the front, which also gave the black-clothed assassin a little confidence, if it was a sword edge, the black-clothed assassin who was familiar with his ink sword was powerful, and he really didn't dare to take this ink sword empty-handed.

And when Su Xiaoliu saw the person on the tree, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, as if he was about to take it hard and shoot out the pitch-black long sword, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, revealing a noncommittal smile.

As Su Xiaoliu expected, the black-clothed assassin on the opposite side knew that something was wrong as soon as he touched the pitch-black long sword, but it was too late to withdraw at this time.

A huge force came, and I saw the black-clothed assassin snort muffled, and he couldn't control his body from the willow tree, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Although he suffered a small setback, after the man in black landed, he turned over, squatted on the ground, and his long sword was in the air, wanting to prevent Su Xiaoliu from taking advantage of the situation to pursue.

But I didn't think about it, I put my posture for a long time, but I never saw Su Xiaoliu step forward, and then look at Su Xiaoliu's expression that seemed to be smiling, the black-clothed assassin was blushing, and "cough cough" embarrassed dry cough a few times, wanting to resolve the embarrassment, the original squatting figure also took advantage of the situation to stand up.

As soon as he stood up, his body was not straightened, there was a tingling pain in his chest, and his throat was itchy, and he felt a mouthful of reverse blood gushing to his mouth.

The black-clothed assassin was shocked, but he didn't expect that he had already suffered internal injuries before he officially fought, perhaps there was a reason why he was too negligent and despised his opponent too much.

But even so, the strength of this opponent can be seen in general, no matter what else, it is this huge strength, which is a big trouble, and the black-clothed assassin secretly calculated in his heart.

Originally, I thought that it would be an easy thing to get married to this half of the child, but I didn't think about it, as soon as I saw it, I suffered an internal injury, although the injury was not serious, but in general, it would affect my strength.

Faced with an opponent who was waiting for work, the black-clad assassin had the intention of retreating.

However, even if he was ready to retreat, this black-clothed assassin was not ready to retreat so directly, not to mention whether he could leave, and if he didn't take this opportunity to get a rough idea of the strength of this new guard disciple, he was not sure about the next shot.

Of course, if you can, it would be a good result to be able to directly eliminate this kid this time.

As soon as his mind moved, the killing intent rose again, and the black-clothed assassin didn't say much, his hand reached into his arms, and then when he was empty, five or six huge fireballs appeared out of thin air and flew towards Su Xiaoliu.

Immediately after that, the breeze flashed under the feet of the black-clothed assassin, and the black-clothed body suddenly lightened by three points, and a faint breeze kept rotating around the black-clothed assassin's feet.

In the end, the black-clothed assassin took out a piece of rune paper from his arms with some distress, and slapped the ink sword in his hand, and the black light flashed on the ink sword, and the originally slender sword body suddenly became much wider, and the entire sword body exuded a piercing cold air.

All of this is complicated to say, but it happened between the lightning and flint, and the fireball that was summoned first had not yet come to Su Xiaoliu's face, so the black-clothed assassin came first, holding a wide ink-colored giant sword in his hand, and killed Su Xiaoliu with those fireballs.

"There are some means, it seems that Senior Brother Li has not been in vain all these years, although he has left the mountain gate, he has not lost any of his ability!

In the face of the murderous moves of the black-clothed assassin, Su Xiaoliu did not show the slightest nervousness, but was amazed and sincerely praised the other party.

It's just that the tone of speech can't make people happy, but it makes people very angry, just because this Su Xiaoliu used the praise tone of the elders in the family after seeing the junior talents, which made the man in black listen to it angrily, and the already murderous move added a bit of violentness.

Under the full force of the black-clothed assassin, the cold wind brought by the wide ink sword in his hand was a little colder, and even under the influence of the cold qi of this ink sword, the flames above the originally violently burning fireball were dimmed a little.

Maybe it was because the sight of Su Xiaoliu's two fingers clamping the body of the ink sword just now was too amazing.

This time, the ink sword that had been blessed by the inexplicable talisman not only became wider, which increased the difficulty of clamping, but also raised many small ice spikes on the wide sword body that had just been added, and the sharpness of this ice thorn could be inferred from the dark thorn alone.

I don't know if such a change in the ink sword was temporarily set up by the black-clothed swordsman in response to Su Xiaoliu's actions just now, or if the blessing of the talisman itself was like this, Su Xiaoliu just happened to be at the meeting.

If it's the latter, then no, you can only blame Su Xiaoliu for her bad luck, so you can meet it.

But if it was the former, the black-clothed assassin's quick way of dealing with it had to make Su Xiaoliu take a few looks.

Whether it was bad luck or a few glances, anyway, the black-clothed assassin's wide ink sword had already killed in front of Su Xiaoliu, and there were a few fireballs that were a little dim but still burning violently.

And Su Xiaoliu's previous countermeasures, in the face of such a situation, seemed to be unable to perform, and it was difficult to use two fingers to clamp the incoming ink sword.

The fireball blocked the surroundings, and the ink sword went straight to the middle door, and the killing intent was Ling Ran for a while.

In the face of such a formation, Su Xiaoliu seemed to have become fish on the chopping board, or flies and insects that fell into the spider web, and could only be slaughtered by others, unable to move.

At this moment, it seems that Su Xiaoliu can only choose to close his eyes and wait for death, and no matter how many other actions he makes, it seems that all the other actions are in vain.

Even so, the black-clothed assassin's heart was still tense, and he did not relax in the slightest, and even as the sword approached, the black-clothed assassin's heart rose more and more.

It's just because the opponent in front of him, a half-grown child, in the face of all this, is really a little incredible, so calm, but not the kind of self-abandonment that completely gives up to survive, but the kind of confidence that the victory is in hand, and everything is under his control.

Such an abnormal performance, the black-clothed assassin who watched it wanted to draw his sword and retreat, but he was worried that the opponent on the opposite side was playing tricks and bluffing, not to mention that the direct move was old, and if he wanted to change his move at this time, it was not easy to do it first, and if he forcibly made a move, he would hurt himself, and he would show his flaws, giving the opponent a chance to take advantage of.

So the current black-clothed assassin is already difficult to ride a tiger, and he has to send it, so he has no choice but to kill him with a heart, but this heart is raised.

Seeing that the huge ink sword and five fireballs were about to reach him, at this critical moment.

Su Xiaoliu shook his body violently. A monstrous aura rose from the ground, causing the surrounding air to convection, and for a while, Su Xiaoliu's surroundings were full of strong winds, whistling.

A sudden gale blew towards the black-clothed assassin's face, and the fierce wind blew the black-clothed assassin's eyes unconsciously narrowed.

At this moment, Su Xiaoliu shouted loudly and stepped forward, his body was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and like a wild dragon ascending to heaven, and the end was extremely domineering.

After stepping forward, it was just two simple punches, but there was a sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, and after two punches, the situation reversed.

The first punch, punching, hard hitting, frontal steel, without the slightest hesitation and scruples, Su Xiaoliu faced the oncoming huge sword blade, not giving an inch of land, and on the steel of the punch, sparks flew everywhere, just like a huge hammer smashed into the tip of the wide ink sword.

As soon as he made contact, he could still stalemate, Su Xiaoliu's fist and the tip of the ink sword sword were against Mai Mang, and sparks were flying, but after an instant, the situation reversed, and the ink sword was defeated and retreated, but Su Xiaoliu's fist was indomitable, and the blessed ink sword prosthesis was smashed and splashed in pieces, and it was shattered inch by inch, revealing the slender sword body of the ink sword.

The blessed sword body had a piercing chill, and before it could make a contribution, it was broken by Su Xiaoliu's punch, and after the blessed sword body was broken, Su Xiaoliu's fist was castrated, and he punched directly on the ink sword body.

I saw that the ink sword was punched by Su Xiaoliu from the tip of the sword, and he couldn't move forward, and the black-clothed assassin was still stabbing in front of the sword, and the two forces were added together, and this good pitch-black long sword was forced into a circle, and the tip of the sword was almost in harmony with the hilt.

And this ink sword is also a treasure, pressed into such a shape and still not broken on the spot, no wonder the black-clothed assassin is reluctant to discard, between the ink sword body pressed to the limit, there is a "buzz", the sword body bounced back to its original state, the black-clothed assassin is flying out in response.

Although the black-clothed swordsman was bounced away by the ink sword, he could be regarded as retreating with his strength, wanting to resolve the force transmitted by Su Xiaoliu's punch through the ink sword.

But the black-clothed assassin still underestimated Su Xiaoliu's strange power and overestimated his own ability, as soon as he flew up, a huge force came from the ink sword, and he didn't wait for the black-clothed assassin to fly back to vent his strength.

Wherever the huge force went, the tendons were broken and fractured, and the sound of clicking was endless, and in an instant, from the fingers holding the hilt of the ink sword to the shoulder, the bones were broken, the meridians turned into mud, and an arm that could capture the tiger and leopard alive instantly turned into a strip of boneless flesh, unnaturally swinging with the wind.

If it weren't for the black-clothed assassin who used his strength to fly back in time and unload a large part of his strength, he might have lost more than just an arm, and he was likely to be killed by Su Xiaoliu with a punch on the spot.

Even so, after the arm turned into mud, there was still a residual force that penetrated through the chest of the black-clothed assassin, and the internal injuries that were originally suppressed were three points heavier for a while, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, wetting the face towel again.

At this time, the black-clothed assassin was still churning in the air, and he had not yet landed, and the power of Su Xiaoliu's punch was so violent!

One punch knocked the black-clothed assassin into the air, but Su Xiaoliu did not stop moving, because although the black-clothed assassin flew in response to the punch, the five fireballs did not receive the slightest impact, and still shot straight towards Su Xiaoliu.

Su Xiaoliu was not afraid, and between the tiger roaring and the dragon groaning, the second punch was struck.

If Su Xiaoliu's first punch is extremely fierce, just like the giant axe that opens the sky, it is full of violence, and it is a frontal crushing method, through the hard steel on the front, to reflect the unparalleled strength of this punch.

Su Xiaoliu's second punch is to take the lead and suppress people with power.

A punch was thrown, it was a tiger roaring dragon, the wind was loud, and the hunting fist wind was played, and the five spell fireballs that were about to be approached were destroyed in an instant.

You must know that this spell fireball is different from ordinary flames, the wind blows generally cannot be extinguished, otherwise it will not fly rapidly in the air anymore, but it was violently extinguished by Su Xiaoliu's fist wind.

It's not that Su Xiaoliu violated the law and broke common sense, but that Su Xiaoliu was in a punch, and the wind made a big noise, and he forcibly extinguished the air around the fireball, without air, the fireball naturally couldn't burn, so it was extinguished with a fist.

Just after Su Xiaoliu's two punches established the victory, he just wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but he saw the black-clothed assassin who flew out from afar suddenly snorted, and then turned into a blood-colored rainbow and fled into the distance, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared.

Su Xiaoliu was not in a hurry to catch up for a while, so he could only watch the black-clothed assassin disappear behind his vision.

"Thousands of miles of blood?" Su Xiaoliu frowned and muttered to himself!

The way the black-clothed assassin escaped just now, Su Xiaoliu was very familiar, not that he had seen someone use this kind of escape technique, but that he had always heard Master Ouyang mention it on weekdays, and he had mentioned it many times, so Su Xiaoliu naturally had an impression.

After being educated by Master Ouyang, Su Xiaoliu still remembers the characteristics of this "blood escape for a thousand miles", so when he first saw it, he was a little familiar.

The technique of "Blood Escape for a Thousand Miles" will turn into a blood-colored rainbow when it runs, the speed is amazing, but the cost is also huge, it is performed by burning essence blood, the more essence blood burned, the faster the escape.

If you really dare to throw away your life and burn up the essence and blood of your body, it is not impossible to live thousands of miles in an instant, and the power is really not small.

In fact, what made Su Xiaoliu frown was not the decisiveness of the black-clothed assassin who missed the blow and fled thousands of miles away, nor was it the weirdness of this "blood escape for a thousand miles" technique, regretting that he did not catch up with the black-clothed assassin and lost the opportunity to capture the black-clothed assassin.

Instead, it is entangled in the "Blood Escape Thousands of Miles" exercise itself, you must know that this "Blood Escape Thousands of Miles" is the foundation building period, if the black-clothed assassin is really the Zhenshou disciple surnamed Li, then since he has used the "Blood Escape Thousands of Miles" exercise, it means that the Zhenshou disciple surnamed Li has broken through the foundation building.

In this way, there is a problem, you must know that all the outer disciples will choose to leave Daqing Mountain and join the forces of the outer sect of Daqing Mountain when there is no hope of building a foundation.

Therefore, it is basically impossible to break through the foundation, even the first patriarch of the Daqingshan Outer Gate forces, the four giants, because of their special position and meritorious service, were forced to rise to the foundation building period by the mountain pills, even so, these four huge giants are hopeless in this life, and they can only do a lifetime of foundation building.

Unexpectedly, this disciple surnamed Li was quietly promoted to build the foundation, looking at his appearance just now, it seems that it is not as simple as entering and exiting the foundation, the use of exercises and the grasp of timing are quite accurate.

If it weren't for the fact that the black-clothed assassin had misestimated Su Xiaoliu's strength one after another, he would not have been defeated by Su Xiaoliu's such a clean punch, and if he really made a move, maybe Su Xiaoliu would have to spend a lot of time to take down this black-clothed assassin.

Therefore, the defeat of the black-clothed assassin today was all due to the defeat of the enemy, not really his lack of strength.

And if this black-clothed assassin is really the disciple surnamed Li, Su Xiaoliu also has some admiration for the talent of the disciple surnamed Li.

At the very least, in this impossible situation, this disciple surnamed Li Zhenshou broke the routine by force, and it was impossible for him to enter the foundation building period.