The sharp sound of the sword shook everyone's ears with a sharp pain, and the blue and black glazed tiles on the roof were pierced by the sharp sound of the sword, and hundreds of pieces were shattered on the spot. On Beqi's raised left arm, two short swords of about four inches were deeply embedded in his flesh and bones, constantly writhing and struggling, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of Beqi's body.

Although it is a cultivation of innate veins, the stealing scripture of don't beg cultivation is too strong. Stealing other people's blood and qi to strengthen one's own body, stealing other people's cultivation to improve one's own cultivation, and stealing other people's soul fragments to strengthen one's own soul. Everything is so unbelievable. Therefore, although his true qi cultivation realm is the innate cultivation realm, his strength cannot be measured in this way.

His body has been nourished by the blood and qi of so many people, and now it is several times stronger than an ordinary martial artist in the Innate Cultivation Realm, and the toughness of his muscles and bones is almost comparable to that of a martial artist in the Innate Cultivation Realm. The degree of condensation of his true qi is not below that of a martial artist in the condensation realm.

With such a strong body and powerful True Qi gathered together, Bei Qi injected all the Innate True Water Linggang into his left arm, and his left arm suddenly became like a King Kong cast. Although the two congenital fetal level monks were sharp, they were caught by Beqi's flesh and bones, and the flying swords could only scream sharply, and they couldn't jump out of Bebeg's arms when they struggled desperately.

The two congenital fetal realm monks who sacrificed the flying swords looked at the two flying swords embedded in Beqi's arms in a daze, and they were all dumbfounded. Although their flying swords are not of high grade, they are also medium-grade magic weapons, and the sword light is everywhere, and the ordinary iron armor is also divided into two. Flesh and blood can hold a flying sword hostage? This matter is a sensational thing, could it be that he is a human immortal of Jindan Dacheng?

The two monks looked at each other in horror, exhaled their true breath in unison, and clenched their swords in their hands and shouted, "Hurry!"

The two flying swords jumped violently together, constantly emitting a sharp sword sound. Blood spurted out from the place where the flying sword pierced Beggar's arm, and fell on the ground that was already a blur of flesh and blood.

Bei Qi smiled and pounced on the two monks, and the Innate True Water Spirit Gang spun rapidly in the meridians of his left arm, making a low sound of water waves. Two invisible vortices took shape on his left arm, and at the heart of the vortex were two flying swords embedded in his arms. The huge suction force firmly trapped the two flying swords, and no matter how fast they beat and struggled, they could never get rid of Beggar's hand.

Not only that, the so-called dripping stone wears, Beggar's innate true water spirit gang is still constantly eroding and eroding the flying sword, wiping away the jīng divine imprint left by the two monks on the flying sword and a wisp of true qi that controls the flying sword. Beggar's soul strength was far superior to that of these two congenital fetal level monks, and although it was one against two, it still made the two monks more and more uncomfortable with the cāo control of the flying sword.

The two monks were obviously the kind of orthodox qi refiners, and all of their jīng power was put into polishing their true qi, refining flying swords, and cultivating spells and talismans. This kind of orthodox qi refiner has all his thoughts on cultivation, and although he has a solid foundation and cultivates to jīng Zhan, he lacks some adaptability.

The flying sword was useless, and the two monks spit out a mouthful of innate true qi one by one, constantly urging the flying sword, wanting to let the flying sword get out of Beqi's body, and let the sword light cut off Bebeg's head. They forgot that the distance between them and Beqi was only a few feet, and this little space, even if it was a martial artist at the peak of the day after tomorrow, was only one step of effort.

With a sinister smile, Bei Qi extracted a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual qi from the Tianshui Spirit Snake Pill, and instantly turned into rolling true qi and dispersed into the meridians around his body. The blood qi jīng marrow transformed by seven or eight armor soldiers outside the body was inhaled into his body by a bone, and on the palm of his right hand and right knee, it condensed into two explosive jade palms.

A tiger pounced in front of the two monks, pressed one palm on the chest of the man on the left, and raised the knee of his right foot fiercely, and pressed it against the monk's lower body and kidney with all his might. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi extracted from the Heavenly Water Spirit Snake Pill and the blood qi of the seven or eight armor warriors were divided into two equal parts, and they all blasted into the bodies of the two monks.

The bodies of the two monks swelled suddenly. After entering the fetal period, all the jīng qi and spirit of the monk are contained in the body, and the appearance is as old as it is, and how shriveled and ugly it can be, how shriveled and ugly it can be. But now the true qi and blood qi that had been forcibly blasted into by Beqi rushed in, and the shriveled and shrunken skin of the two monks suddenly became white and shiny, and they swelled like a silkworm baby that was eating and swelling.

"Oops!"

Two miserable howls came out, and countless finger-thick cracks had appeared on the surface of the bodies of the two real congenital fetal level monks. Shattered jade energy erupted inside them, and people inside and outside the hall heard the dull explosion coming from inside them. Blood arrows continued to erupt from their seven orifices, and the breath of the two of them weakened rapidly.

"Die!" Beg glared and yelled at the two of them.

As soon as the bag moved, two highly poisonous thorns from Mengshan were grabbed by Beg in his hands and pierced into the eyebrows of the two of them. Another wave of huge spiritual energy raised from the Heavenly Water Spirit Snake Pill pierced into the brains of the two monks along the mang, shattering their Purple Mansion Consciousness Sea, and the souls of the two of them also turned into countless fragments under the impact of the spiritual energy.

The big silk wrapping hand was launched through the highly poisonous thorns, and the thorns emitted a huge suction, and the two monks had cultivated for more than a hundred years before they easily reached the realm of congenital fetal breath, and the powerful condensed souls were comparable to the aggregates of a hundred souls of ordinary people. Such a huge soul was shattered into pieces, stolen and extracted by the secret method inside, turned into jīng pure soul particle energy, and bubbled into the sea of begging's knowledge.

Don't beg to know that the waves of water in the sea for thousands of miles swirled wildly, and the soul particles were washed over and over again by the water waves, washing away the traces of breath from the two monks on it. jīng's pure soul energy turned into a colorful glow, wisps of light drilled out of the water waves, and turned into a colorful mist of mist in the sea of Beggar's knowledge, floating up.

At this time, Beqi no longer had the ability to digest and absorb such a huge two strands of soul energy, so he could only temporarily store them in the sea of knowledge, and slowly absorb and fuse them. The soul is the most important root of a cultivator, and if the soul is strong, the divine mind and spiritual sense will be strong, and it will not be easy to be violated by external demons when cultivating, and it will not be easy to deviate when exercising. As long as the soul energy of these two monks is absorbed, it will be much easier for Beg to enter the Jindan stage in the future.

After talking about it for so long, in fact, everything is over with just two or three clicks of effort.

The two congenital fetal monks died tragically, and a large amount of black sè blood spurted out from their bodies, instantly drawing into two black lumps of flesh the size of children. Then the shattered jade energy exploded, and two black pieces of flesh exploded, and countless poisonous flesh and blood flew sideways, frightening the people inside and outside the hall into a hurry.

With a cruel laugh, Beg pulled out the two medium-grade magic weapon-level flying swords inserted in his left arm and stuffed them into his bag.

The innate true water spirit flows back and forth in the arm, constantly nourishing the wound and allowing the blood vessels and nerves to heal quickly. But these two flying swords not only killed Beggar's muscles and nerves, but also pierced the bones of his left arm, damaging the bone marrow inside. This is a great disservice to Beggar's cultivation foundation.

If you change to other cultivators, your bone marrow will be injured, and you will have to take at least various elixirs and spend several months of hard work to carefully recuperate. But for Beggar, although this injury is serious, as long as you steal the blood and qi of a few people and fill it, the injury will be almost healed.

There was still a little bit of blood qi jīng in the body that had just been inhaled, and Beg did not hesitate to mobilize them near the wound. The hot current rushed towards the wound on the bone, and the bone and marrow began to regenerate and heal at a speed that Beg could perceive.

Yan Heluo originally thought that his two personal guards could easily solve Beggar, but when he saw the two sword lights breaking through the air, he was sneering proudly, and he had just gotten up from the ground. Before he could stand firm, Bei Qi had already injured himself in the most ferocious and savage way, and then killed the two strongest congenital fetal level monks around Yan Heluo.

Yan Heluo, who was about to laugh proudly, shook his body, and the laughter suddenly held back in his throat, and mutated into a weird 'clucking' sound like a little hen that had just laid eggs. He looked at Bei Qi tremblingly, and couldn't figure out why Bei Qi, who had just been in the innate cultivation realm, was able to kill the two strongest guards around him.

"You, you, someone!" Yan Heluo pointed at Beggar, and finally just let out a long and mournful howl.

Outside the hall, the guards brought by Yan Heluo had already rushed in, but just now the bodies of the two monks exploded, and countless black poisonous flesh and blood flew all over the sky, and they had to scatter to avoid it. At this time, Yan Heluo screamed wildly, and they all drew their swords, and rushed towards Beqi like water.

With a sonorous sword roar, a soft sword swept majestically, like a poisonous snake, wrapped around Yan Heluo's neck three times. The soft sword was of good quality, it was a sharp weapon crafted by the master craftsman Jīng, and the sharp blade of the sword was close to Yan Heluo's neck, and the biting cold almost froze his body, making his sharp and unpleasant howl stop abruptly.

Lu Chengfeng held the hilt of the sword steadily, and his fingers did not waver in the slightest. He stood close behind Yan Heluo, and shouted in a cold and ruthless voice: "King Ci, Beg is not only my chief disciple, but also my brother in life and death. I'm sorry, but if you're going to kill him, I'll kill you!"

Yan Heluo shouted like a ghost: "Yan Legong, are you crazy? Do you know the consequences of killing me?"

Lu Chengfeng said fiercely: "What if I kill you? As long as Ben Gongzi still has brothers and friends, where can he not break into a world? If you come to the door and forcibly ask for Ben Gongzi's Iron Mountain Refinery, this is the door to bully me. You still want to kill my brother of life and death, kill my chief doorman, if you don't give face to my son, what if my son kills you?"

Holding the sword in his right hand, Lu Chengfeng stretched out his left hand and gently patted Yan Heluo's cheek. Lu Chengfeng, who has always been gentle and elegant, has the elegant atmosphere of a son of a family, and at this time, he is also like a wild wolf who has been forced into a desperate situation, with a fierce and murderous aura that is no different from Beggar.

"Yan Heluo, can you tell this son, is your neck flesh and blood, can this soft sword cut off your good head?"

Beg vomited a mouthful of blood, and gave Lu Chengfeng a thumbs up with a strange smile: "Hey, aren't you forcing me to leave you alone in my life?" Hey, hey, hey, it's really a good brother!"

None of the soldiers who rushed into the hall dared to move, and they walked in front of Yan Heluo with a wild smile, and slapped Yan Heluo's big teeth so much that they almost didn't fly out. Yan Heluo's neck was crooked, the blade of the sword was tightened, and the white oily skin on his neck was suddenly cut in a large piece, and the blood flowed down with a 'bang'.

Yan Heluo and Yan Bugui shouted in unison: "Stop, everything is easy to discuss!"

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