: People are like Qiuhong who goes and returns

This punch came silently.

Although the person who punched had the intention of killing, and punched the enemy in the back of the head, his expression was actually kind and peaceful, his eyes seemed to be closed, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

What a kind old man, he is none other than the leader of the Seven Kills, Na Yan Pingsheng!

This Bodhisattva-like boxing technique is also the Zhizhu Fist Seal in "Manjushri's Hands of Conquering Demons".

Originally, this kind of boxing technique was very superficial compared to the various martial arts of ancient civilizations, and the power of the moves was simply not worthy of Yan's ninth-level martial arts realm.

When he used this boxing technique to face Gu Yunqing, who was one level below him, he ended up in failure, which shows the difference.

But as the saying goes, after three days of separation, you should look at each other with new eyes.

Today's Yan Pingsheng has undergone a radical change compared to what he was a few days ago.

Guan Luoyang carefully selected and annotated the Hundred Qi True Form for him, as well as the essence of the Nine Heavenly Martial Arts, which he had read by heart during the days when he was transporting the coffin south.

Walking, sitting and lying down, exhaling and breathing, for several days and nights, he has been cultivating the secrets of it all the time, re-solidifying his foundation, and fully tapping out the potential that he should have been able to unleash.

The four words "reborn" are not only descriptions, but also facts.

Yan Pingsheng's current physical body, just the internal structure of the bones, has been adjusted no less than ten times during this period of time, step by step, step by step, but making great progress with each passing day.

Today, he can be said to be powerful even among the Nine Heavenly Warriors of ancient civilizations.

It's a pity that the person he wants to attack is not simply Jiuzhongtian.

Miezheng Lei's realm is far higher than the foundation of his body, and the foundation of his body is no weaker than Yan Pingsheng.

When this silent surprise attack came from a mile away, the extremely fine substances in the air had begun to twist and become stronger thin lines, densely covered in the sky behind Miezheng Lei.

When Yan Pingsheng just punched out, before his arm could fully straighten, he felt a dangerous sense of confinement.

His movements suddenly stopped, and countless tiny threads from all over the world had touched his body, grabbing his movements and blocking his way.

As long as this punch continues forward, it will be torn apart by these thin lines in an instant.

And if you want to escape now, it's already too late, because these thin lines are not stationary traps, but part of the Thousand-mile Divine Whip.

Each silk thread is a whip. If a creature that approaches these whips still wants to escape, it will be faced with the force of thousands of long whips rolling back and the tips of the whips being slashed.

At that moment, the opponent will experience what a neat death it will bring when the speed of the whip is accelerated to the same speed as lightning.

Miezheng Lei didn't even turn around at all, he already knew exactly how many pieces the sneak attacker behind him would be chopped into in the next moment.

But when Yan Pingsheng refused to retreat or advance, and on the eve of death, he made a very subtle move.

The skin on his wrist tugged violently, and a thin arrow flying close to his wrist flew out.

Is that an arrow?

That's not what it was.

That was when Yan Pingsheng discovered that something had happened to the Seven Kills Cult Headquarters, an idea flashed through his mind. He twisted a thin book he carried with him into a thin arrow.

shape.

The arrows that looked like paper were unexpectedly not split open immediately after they flew out and encountered the long thin whips that were intertwined like a net and intercepted in front of them.

Instead, the collision between the arrow tip and those long whips caused the entire book to vibrate in high-frequency and subtle ways, and the surface of the paper showed a luster similar to that of burned metal.

The traces imprinted on the paper become more active in this kind of vibration. Every stroke is vivid and vivid, jumping out of the paper.

Every word, like pearls, flew out from the arrow body and turned into a chant in the sky.

"In ancient times, in the vast wilderness, there was a clan of Earth Mother, with a natural foundation and wisdom. During the long history, they recorded endless thoughts and doubts, tried to figure out the answers, and gradually gained a glimpse of the wonders of the Tao..."

I don't know who is writing a book in the void. The words are shallow and slow, and the rhyme is long. It seems that it will echo to the ends of the world, be rediscovered from the dust of ancient times, spread to new years, merge into the torrent of heaven and humanity, and reach the distant future.

"Understanding the truth of physical phenomena, the orbit of dust particles, and studying the changes of Tao power, we gain supreme pleasure. This is called physical science, which is also called martial arts, and martial arts knowledge..."

The mysterious sound is ringing around, and the wind and mist all over the mountain are silent.

The grass blades do not move, the dust does not shake, the clouds and mists in the sky are stagnant, and the wind in the mountains ceases.

Only words flew out one by one, flying high into the sky and hovering in the clouds, like a golden halo.

The Thousand Mile Divine Whip, like the strange sound of energy and blood of a huge vine, stood right in the center of this halo, as if it was being protected and grown up by this halo.

There is no conflict between the two, but they seem to complement each other.

After the people of the Seven Kills Sect suffered a series of changes, their hearts were filled with shock, fear, confusion, and shrinking thoughts. They were originally one after another, and they could not be calm.

But now, being shrouded in the mysterious sound that fills the sky, I feel like all my emotions are settling down. My inner lake is inexplicably ethereal, accompanying these sounds, and I am falling into a strange kind of thinking.

Many doubts about practicing Tai Sui martial arts in the past have given me new inspiration.

Even Mie Zhenglei fell into a brief trance that he couldn't help but feel.

Then horrified!

Warriors below the Nine Heavens cannot resist the mysterious sound that fills the sky, and people from the Earth Mother clan are the easiest to be intoxicated by this mysterious sound.

However, Yan Pingsheng read the book all the way and read the handwriting over and over again, and became the most resistant to these voices among all the people present.

He took advantage of the time when many whip threads were loosened and pushed the arrow with his fist, piercing the back of Mie Zhenglei's head.

Although it only penetrated half an inch, Miezheng Lei let out a roar of pain.

The eyes of this master from the Heavenly Palace flashed with countless filaments intersecting, with curved and straight trajectories, and he was about to control the surrounding whip filaments again to kill Yan Pingsheng.

But when he just woke up from his trance, another sword came in front of him and pierced his forehead.

‘What on earth is going on with this man?!’

Miezheng Lei's eyes changed, and he was extremely shocked and confused. He clearly felt that the mysterious sound in the air had a strange attraction to the people of the Earth Mother clan.

However, Qiu Di was definitely not so severely affected by Mi Zheng Lei just now, so he was able to fly over and thrust out the sword when Mi Zheng Lei was in a daze.

Yan Pingsheng's fist and arrow could not pierce Zheng Lei's skull. The opponent's long hair was entangled with the arrow, and Yan Pingsheng heard the sound of his own hand being overwhelmed.

However, Qiu Di's sword penetrated straight into Miezheng Lei's forehead and penetrated his brain until the tip of the sword touched the tip of the arrow.

Miezheng Lei heard a soft sound inside his head when the two weapons touched each other.

Immediately afterwards, violent colored light sprayed out from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

The stream of colorful light gushing from Qiu Di's sword instantly burned all the flesh and blood on the head of the Destroyer Thunder into ashes, leaving only a skull that was burned like crystal.

“I turn!!!”

Miezheng Lei let out a fierce roar in his chest, turned around, and broke his own neck.

The crystal skull was still hanging on Yan Pingsheng's paper arrow, while Miezheng Lei's headless body had fallen rapidly.

He stepped on the top of the mountain and ran towards the west.

Just because he had no head, it was a bit inconvenient. Qiu Di volleyed his sword in the air, and an arc of light hit Mi Zhenglei's back, causing his figure to shift slightly. When he flew out, his head... and his neck hit him.

On the top of the mountain to the west.

A hole was opened on the top of the mountain, and when smoke and dust were everywhere, Miezheng Lei penetrated the mountain without hesitation and continued to escape westward.

When his head was burned off, he had already been severely injured by the colorful light stream on the Qiu Flute Sword. The energy and blood in his body were extracted and burned by the colored light, cutting off 60% of his energy and blood.

Qiu Di pointed a sword in his hand straight into the sky. The sword body immediately absorbed the surrounding light and airflow, generating a strong flying power and carrying his entire body flying into the sky.

The people of the Seven Kills Cult saw a colorful stream of light flying high into the sky, passing through the clouds, and then landing in the distance.

The scenery is like a huge rainbow bridge spanning the mountains.

On the bridge, the clouds have gathered and the rain has fallen, and the fog has broken through the sky. Under the bridge, there are green mountains and green waters, and the cliffs are cold and cold.

However, at the front end of the Rainbow Bridge, the man who was smashed under the bridge let out a strange and ear-piercing roar, which made this magnificent scenery somewhat imperfect.

The sound of swords and winds roaring there were continuous and shaking the mountainous area, as if a mountain-wide giant beast was struggling to its death.

After a long time, Qiu Di came back, holding a sword in one hand and a belt in the other.

"Master Yan?"

"People from Wudang?"

Qiu Di and Yan Pingsheng looked at each other. One saw the skull in the opponent's hand and the other saw the belt in the Taoist priest's hand. They couldn't help but smile at the same time.

Although Yan Pingsheng came back a little later, he also heard Miezhenglei's words about Gu Yunjin, so naturally he would not be confused between friend and foe.

"This bastard wants to destroy the entire Seven Kills Sect."

Yan Pingsheng took the skull and said, "I'm going to keep his head and make it into a hammer so that he can contribute to our Seven Kills Cult. However, it's up to you to burn this bone. It depends on what you want."

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"This person practices the Thousand-mile Divine Whip. The hair on his head is very good, and his skull is even better. After being refined by me, it is indeed a good material for making weapons. However, as a nurturing person, the leader must pay attention to his image.

, there is something wrong with using such a weapon after all.”

Qiu Di handed over the belt in his hand and said, "This belt of his is actually a medium-grade divine weapon of creation. If he had used this magical weapon when he used the Thousand Miles Whip, the power would have been even more extraordinary.

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"If the leader wants to be angry, wouldn't it be good to use this weapon to hit his comrades in the future?"
To be continued...