In the middle of the wilderness, the sun was shining, and a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old sat motionless on a stone under the shade of a tree, and a long needle flew up and down in front of him.

This long needle flew up and down, extremely fast, and even pulled out red lines in the air, like the lines made by the dancing of Mars, and it seemed like a heavenly maiden weaving a blood-red net.

Fluffy Fluffy !!!!!!

Between the red lines flying, every wood passes through the wood, and the stone passes through the stone, leaving a series of pinholes, and no hard material can block its penetration, which can be called indestructible!

Suddenly, as soon as the red line in the air was closed, it still turned into a blood-patterned steel needle, quietly suspended in the air, twisted twice, and turned into a red line again, and in a flash of lightning, it fell into the hands of Hong Yi who was sitting on the stone.

As soon as the needle fell into his hand, Hong Yi's soul returned to its place, opened his eyes, looked at the steel needle in his hand, and felt a feeling of being connected with the flesh and blood of this blood-patterned steel needle in his heart.

That's right, it's the feeling of flesh and blood. In other words, even if someone else infuses the divine soul into it, it is difficult to drive this needle, because Hong Yi's thoughts are vaguely connected with the needle, as if it is a part of his body and cannot be separated.

"Fortunately, the Taoist priest's soul was scattered all of a sudden, otherwise, I am afraid that I will not be able to drive this needle. ”

The soul is scattered, the thoughts are scattered, and the needle naturally becomes an ownerless thing.

"The divine soul has reached the realm of exorcism, and its power has really increased greatly! Ordinary martial artists are not opponents at all! I am driving this blood pattern needle now, even if five or six martial artists are wearing iron armor, in front of me, I feel that I can assassinate at will!"

The needle is lighter and more agile than the sword, and with Hong Yi's current divine soul power, it is faster than the sword when it is driven! After all, the sword weighs a few catties, while the needle only has a few dollars, a difference of hundreds of times, and it cannot be compared at all.

Hong Yi felt that not only a martial artist, but even an ordinary innate martial artist, if he was caught off guard, he would be killed by himself, unless it was the kind of real martial artist who was one spirit and flesh and one who was sensitive to divine mobility.

A true innate peak-level martial artist with a combination of spirit and flesh, sensitive and channeled, not to mention that your soul is out of the shell to assassinate, that is, as soon as the killing intent moves, the other party immediately senses it, and the lightning slaughter comes, and before your flying sword is driven, the person dies under the fist.

"However, this kind of realm of repelling objects has drawbacks, that is, the body is completely immobile and has no ability to defend at all. Obediently let the enemy kill, but I heard that after cultivating to the ghost immortal, the soul has the ability to distract the mind, and can divide a few, several, respectively, attached to the sword, and the enemy of the person, at that time, as soon as the thought moves, a trace of the soul is separated, and the sword is driven, and the body still has the ability to act. This is the true Dao Technique!"

Hong Yi once heard Bai Ziyue say that after cultivating to the ghost immortal, the divine soul has the ability to differentiate. Unlike now, as soon as a needle drives a sword to assassinate, a person loses the ability to move and is completely at the mercy of others.

"Okay, that's all for today. ”

Standing up, taking away the blood pattern just needle, Hong Yi turned over on his horse and galloped away.

Finally broke through, although the road ahead is still long, but Hong Yi finally has his own killer feature, basically the world is big, he can live in peace, and walk at will

The speed of chasing the electric horse was extremely fast, and after a while, he ran out of thirty or forty miles, returning to the rented Taoist temple at the foot of Yulong Mountain.

As soon as I entered the courtyard of the Taoist temple, I smelled a strong fragrance of medicine, Xiao Mu squatted at the foot of the shade of the trees in the yard, boiling a jar of medicine with a small red clay stove charcoal, the sky was shining, but the courtyard was full of green trees, there was a small pool next to it, and there was a deep ancient well, the green and cool water, the breeze was light, the water vapor was blowing on the face, but it was very cool, and it did not seem hot.

Yulong Mountain was originally an excellent summer resort for feng shui, and the mountain of dozens of miles is known as seventy-two springs and thirty-six deep pools. It can be seen how cool the moisture is.

Hong Yi lives here, and he does not hesitate to spend silver, half of which is also for the good feng shui here.

Renting here is twice as expensive as a house in the city.

Shen Tiezhu was at the other end of the courtyard, concentrating on honing his martial arts, calmly playing the Bull Demon Powerful Punch with one move at a time, moving all over his body, sending out a slight crack like a bow, trembling, and his body contained amazing explosive power.

And Murong Yan, a woman, was lying on a jīng zhi bamboo bed at random, with a thick circle of white gauze wrapped around her back, her face was a little pale, but the jīng god was very good, and there were a few books on the stool next to the bamboo bed, obviously idle and bored, reading and spending time.

However, she was now across the house, listening to the sound of Shen Tiezhu practicing at the other end of the courtyard, with a thoughtful expression on her face.

But Shen Tianyang moved a small horse and sat next to Murong Yan, smoking a dry cigarette, but his mind was all on this woman, and it could be seen that as long as Murong Yan made a slight rash move, he would immediately rise up, and the huge iron pipe would fall down without hesitation.

This old Jianghu, after taking precautions, looked at the injured Murong Yan, but there was nothing to do for the time being.

"Hmm, Hong Yi, you're really not simple. When Murong Yan listened, he saw Hong Yi leading the horse in, raised his eyebrows, and a sneer appeared on his face, "Your servant seems to be practicing the Bull Demon Powerful Fist of the Great Chan Temple, right? This kind of boxing method has been lost for almost twenty years." The Great Qian Dynasty didn't get it, otherwise, it would have been promoted in the army a long time ago. How could you?"

"What kind of kung fu can you hear just by your voice?" As soon as Hong Yi got off the horse, he heard Murong Yan ask, and he was taken aback in his heart.

Shen Tiezhu practiced at the other end of the courtyard, across the house, and after Murong Yan actually heard it clearly, he guessed the origin of the kung fu!

"Of course, how can I not be familiar with the martial arts holy land of my Xuantian Pavilion and the kung fu of the Great Zen Temple, my rival?" Murong Yan sneered again: "But don't say that, when did you let me go?" I answered everything you wanted to ask, and if you shouldn't answer, even if you kill me, you won't reveal anything." Don't think you can imprison me for a long time like this, let me tell you, in ten days and a half months, my injuries will heal, and depending on the sum of the four of you, it may not be my opponent!"

"Oh, the four of us, not your opponents, then why were you still captured by me?" Hong Yi bolted the horse to the well, then washed his hands, sat down on the stone bench next to the well, felt the coolness of the moisture, and said leisurely.

"That's because I'm afraid of being hurt by my body!" Murong Yan's eyes flashed: "Don't think that if you accept my golden pill, rune paper, and flying sword, I will have no other means, don't forget, my yīn god is powerful and can possess the body and manifest itself, can you control me?"

As soon as the words fell, Murong Yan's body suddenly did not move.

Xiao Mu on the side frowned, only to feel an invisible yīn deep thought coming towards her, so she instinctively stood up and reached out to grab the jīng steel long sword next to her.

Who knows, the hand has not yet grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a bang, the sword has been unsheathed, flying into the air ten zhang high, flying and circling, stabbing down, the sword aura is deep, like a white rainbow that runs through rì, shè to Hong Yi.

Just as the sword was in mid-air, all of a sudden, a red line flew up from Hong Yi's side, and instantly caught up with the flying jīng steel long sword, clanging like iron!

The long sword was completely intercepted by the needle, and it was pierced with thousands of holes, and the sword momentum was completely dispersed. Suddenly, the collapse broke off from it!

After the blood pattern needle broke the long sword, it only flashed, and it was on Murong Yan's face on the bamboo bed.

"Ahh

Murong Yan let out a scream, the broken long sword fell to the ground, and her soul also returned to her body, looking at the blood streak needle that pierced the center of her eyebrows, her face showed a shocked and demented expression.