In the middle of the jungle.

Liu Qing sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling the true qi of the Northern Darkness in his body with his heart, and his heart was very excited.

Although Yu Guanghao and Ge Chengcheng are not masters, even if their qualifications are poor and the exercises they practice are sparse and ordinary, after all, they have practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and they still have some internal strength.

Liu Qing sucked their internal forces over, and all of them were automatically converted into Northern Darkness True Qi, slowly flowing along the meridians.

Since he had cultivated the complete Northern Spiritual Skill, he had absorbed the internal power of others, and he would not be like Duan Yu who had absorbed too much and would swell all over.

Liu Qing got up and played an immeasurable punch on the spot, which was the introductory boxing method learned by the original master, which was very inferior.

However, every time Liu Qing punched out, it brought a strong wind, making a whirring sound, and the leaves next to him also trembled.

He stopped, and a sword appeared in his hand out of thin air, and with a flick of his wrist, a sword flower was flaid.

"Brush Brush ......"

The shadow of the sword flashed, and the leaves flew all around.

A moment later, Liu lightly retracted his sword, and the surrounding trees all became bare.

He was pleased with the results.

Then, he practiced Ling Bo Weibu again, and felt that the True Qi of the Northern Darkness in his body had decreased a little, but it was purer and smoother.

After a little rest, as soon as the sky was bright, Liu slipped down the mountain lightly and headed for the Sword Lake Palace.

At this moment, most of the disciples of the Eastern and Western Sects of the Infinite Sword Sect were still asleep.

Only a handful of disciples who were going to participate in the competition got up early and found a place to practice their swords near the house.

Liu Qing tore off a piece of clothing as a mask to cover his face, and gently approached a house on the easternmost side, on the lawn next to the house, a man in a black power suit was practicing boxing, his mouth let out a low roar from time to time, and spit out stripes of white mist from his mouth.

After observing for a moment, Liu lightly brushed aside the branches and walked over.

"This junior brother, you ......"

"Take my palm. ”

Liu rushed to the man and slapped it lightly.

"Look for death!" the man said contemptuously, using his internal force to meet him.

In his mind, this kid is not self-sufficient, and his own palm will be able to remember him vomiting blood.

However, when the palms of the two touched, he suddenly felt a suction force coming from the palm of the other party, and his internal force was like a river bursting its embankment, passing quickly.

"Evil Demon ......" The man was suddenly frightened, and struggled to retract his palm, but he was grabbed by Liu Qing's wrist and couldn't take it back at all, and his internal strength was losing quickly, and the strength of the struggle was getting smaller and smaller.

This person's internal strength is only a little less than Yu Guanghao's, and he is the core disciple of the Eastern Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect.

In the blink of an eye, Liu lightly sucked up the other party's internal force, and in his frightened gaze, he stunned him with one palm.

Next, Liu Qing concocted the same method, and soon absorbed the internal force of eight people, feeling warm in his body, as if he had drunk a lot of wine.

He quickly left, hid in the dense forest, and began to digest the internal force he had just absorbed.

Most of these people's internal forces are very shallow, and the quality is very poor and mottled.

Fortunately, while absorbing these internal forces and transforming them into the true qi of the Northern Underworld, the Northern Spiritual Skill also further proposed compression, although the amount did not increase quickly, but the texture was improved a little.

An hour later, Liu Qing finished digesting, exhaled a long breath, and stood up.

The morning sun was rising, sprinkling golden light all over the entire Wuliang Mountain.

At this moment, the Sword Lake Palace was in a panic.

The eight disciples were knocked unconscious, their internal strength was completely lost, and the first thing they said when they woke up was "evil demons", full of endless fear.

According to their description, the image of a demonic demon who did not specialize in absorbing people's internal power appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Don't go it alone, get together, and kill together once you find out. Zuo Zi Mu, the head of the Eastern Sect, said sharply, his face turned pale.

At this time, Xin Shuangqing, the head of the Western Sect, came over with a group of disciples, and said menacingly: "Senior Brother Zuo, have you ever seen my subordinate Ge Chengcheng, some people say that she left with Yu Guanghao to the west one after the other yesterday. ”

Zuo Zimu reflected at this time, after making trouble for so long, his eldest disciple didn't appear, his heart sank, and asked, "What about Guanghao, who saw him?"

Everyone looked at each other and said they didn't know.

Xin Shuangqing said angrily: "Senior Brother Zuo, people have lost it to you, you have to have an explanation." ”

Zuo Zimu said angrily: "What do you say, I haven't asked you yet, why are the demons harming my subordinates, and you have nothing to do?"

Xin Shuangqing exclaimed: "What kind of demon ......?"

At this moment, an exclamation sounded from the periphery.

The crowd followed the crowd and saw a man wearing a mask rushing into a room at a rapid pace.

And on the ground, a female disciple of the Western Sect fell to the ground, her face pale and full of fear.

"Chase!"

Zuo Zimu roared, pulled out his sword and rushed to the house, kicked the door open, and rushed into the house first with his sword.

The others rushed forward with their swords in swing.

However, there was no one in the house, Zuo Zimu looked up and saw that the window was open, and immediately shouted: "He jumped out of the window and ran away." ”

At this time, another scream came, and a disciple was sucked out of his internal force again.

Zuo Zimu was so angry that he thundered and shouted: "Senior Sister Xin, join forces to defend against the enemy." ”

At this time, Liu Qing's figure was erratic, his steps swayed from side to side, and he was drilling around among the disciples, and everyone attacked him one after another, but he was always half a beat slower.

Liu Qing's skill has increased greatly, and Ling Bo's micro-steps are extremely mysterious, these disciples who are not in the stream can't hurt him at all.

He tried a few times, became bold, shuttled through the crowd, and seized the opportunity to suck away a person's internal force.

Seeing the disciples fall one by one, Zuo Zimu was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, rushed to Liu Qing with all his might, and waved his sword light to Liu Qing desperately.

However, Liu limped lightly, twisted his body, and rushed behind him at once, slapping him on the back of the head with a palm.

Zuo Zimu only felt that the internal force was surging up, flowing out of the back of his head.

He was shocked, and while yelling "Senior sister help me", he stabbed back with his sword.

Liu Qing's body swayed like the wind, and he avoided the tip of the sword so cleverly that his palm always covered the back of his head.

Zuo Zimu's internal force poured rapidly, and his work became slower and slower.

At this time, Xin Shuangqing swung his sword and rushed over, and Liu Qing directly pushed Zuo Zimu towards the tip of her sword.

Xin Shuangqing hurriedly slashed his sword to the left, so as not to stab Zuo Zimu, but Liu Qing took the opportunity to take Zuo Zimu around, and his other hand reached out like lightning and clasped Xin Shuangqing's left wrist.

"Death!" Xin Shuangqing was shocked and swung his sword to slash, but Liu Qing's arm shook, she stood unsteadily, and a sword almost slashed at Zuo Zimu.

At this moment, Liu Qing had already absorbed the internal force on Zuo Zimu's body, only to feel hot and dry, his brain was a little dizzy, and he seemed to be drunk.

He pinched Zuo Zimu's neck with one hand, dragging him beside him as a shield, and with the other hand, he sucked Xin Shuangqing's internal force with all his might.

Xin Shuangqing's internal force entered the body, and it suddenly brought a coolness, and the feeling of dryness and heat subsided a lot.

Liu Qing was overjoyed and understood that this was the effect of the harmony of yin and yang.

In the blink of an eye, Xin Shuangqing's internal force was sucked dry.

Liu Qing shook it hard, and the two flew up in the air.

The surrounding disciples shouted and retreated.

Liu Qing was like a whirlwind, burrowing into the crowd, and quickly sucking up his internal force as soon as he caught one person.

At the beginning, those disciples were still shouting to kill the evil demons, but when they saw Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing being sucked dry and smashed by Liu Qingqing, they were already frightened, and at this moment, they were even more frightened, let out a shout, and fled in all directions.

However, Liu Qing's speed was extremely fast, like a cheetah hunting hares, and his disciples were constantly chased by him to suck away the internal force.

A quarter of an hour later, except for a few disciples who ran early, the disciples near the Sword Lake Palace were all sucked away by Liu Qing.

One by one, they collapsed to the ground, terrified.

Although Liu Qing didn't hurt their lives, he sucked away the internal strength they had worked so hard to cultivate, making them almost useless.

"It's hot, hurry up and find a place to digest it. Liu Qing sighed in his heart, exerted force under his feet, and swept into the distance.

I just absorbed the internal strength of some female disciples, but after all, there are mostly male disciples, and it is a bit unbalanced, so he needs to use his own skills to reconcile.

After a long time, Liu Qing finally turned all the internal forces in his body into pure Northern Darkness True Qi, and there was no trace of stagnation between operations.

Among these people, Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing have the strongest internal strength, and they have formed more Northern Darkness True Qi than dozens of other disciples combined.

Of course, in the entire world of "Dragon Babu", the Infinite Sword Sect is purely a small sect that plays soy sauce, even if it is Zuo Zimu or Xin Shuangqing, they are not in the flow of the rivers and lakes.

Liu Qing absorbed all the internal forces of these people into the Northern Darkness True Qi, and coupled with Ling Bo Weibu, I am afraid that he can only rank at the third-rate or even fourth-rate level.

"Keep up the good work!"

Liu Qing didn't wait long, and Shennong helped Sikong Xuan take a group of disciples to touch the mountain.

They originally wanted to poison the surroundings and wipe out the Infinite Sword Sect, and then they caught a few disciples who escaped down the mountain at the bottom of the mountain, and when they heard that there were actually some demons that specialized in absorbing people's internal power, they didn't believe it at all.

"Huh-Zuo Zimu......" Sikong Xuan, the leader of the Shennong Gang, saw Zuo Zimu walking with a pale face, he was very surprised and surprised, and rushed to him with a smoke, and said with a smile: "What's wrong with you, Zuo Zhangmen?"

"Sikong Xuan?" Zuo Zimu was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's you...... Not right......"

"What is it?" Sikong Xuan was stunned.

At this time, there was an exclamation from behind.

Zuo Zimu's face immediately became extremely panicked.

At this moment, Liu Qing performed Ling Bo micro-steps, scurrying around the disciples of the Shennong Gang quickly, and the disciples were constantly sucked dry by him and fell to the ground.

This time, he learned his lesson and left Sikong Xuan to the end, so that those ordinary disciples would not run around, and he could wipe them out.

"What person?" Sikong Xuan watched his disciples fall to the ground one by one, his eyes were about to split, but he couldn't catch up with Liu Qing.

"Bang-" The last disciple fell to the ground, and the scene was full of wails, only Sikong Xuan stood in place.

He held the long sword in his hand, his body was shaking, and he was sweating profusely, "Don't come, don't come......"

Liu Qing grinned at him and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, I will use your internal strength." ”

"No—" Sikong Xuan roared, waving his sword indiscriminately.

At this time, Liu Qing rushed left and right, and grabbed his wrist in a flash.