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Today I recommend an old book "The Immortal Gourd"

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"What we are going to do this time is very important. We will definitely not make any mistakes. We killed these two little Taoists, captured Wu Qingying alive, and destroyed the traces of Fenguan. Even if their commander comes back, we may not be able to find out that it was our Scorpio sect."

The green-faced man made up his mind and shouted, "Don't leave a living mouth." He drew his sword in his hand and rushed towards Zhang Qingxi with more than 20 subordinates.

Sun Yanwan was afraid that the senior brother would suffer a loss, so he hurriedly threw the Demon Strike Sword over. He also held the hilt of another knife, took a deep breath, and was not panicked. He had already killed people during the day, knowing that the Hu family's Demon Strike Sword Skills are very skillful, and the martial arts skills are much higher than those practiced by ordinary people in the martial arts world. The other party is just a large number of people and is not very strong.

Zhang Qingxi reached out and grabbed the Demon Strike Sword, pulled the sword in his hand, smiled, headed straight to the green-faced man, and shouted, "Second junior brother, look carefully."

The green-faced man's swordsmanship was more skillful than the leader Sun Yan killed in the daytime. In order to silence him, he took action without reservation. The sword light was like a horse, and he was very imposing.

Sun Yanwan's eyelids thrust, and his palm that held the hilt of the knife was sweating slightly, and he cried inwardly: "The green-skinned man is a bit powerful. I can't handle such a fierce sword technique!"

Zhang Qingxi took a step forward, with an extremely clever position, and his body moved calmly. The sword that the green-faced man slashed in the air.

The senior brother of Taiyi Temple had a sword that was like a illusion. With just a slight change, he heard a thud, and a sword cut the green-faced man from his shoulder to his rib into two oblique segments.

Sun Yanwan's heart thrust out and she cried out inwardly: "The elder brother's people are a bit fierce!"

This green-faced man is already a figure in the world. With the theory of ninth-grade martial arts promulgated by the Dalang Dynasty, he is already a master of the eighth-grade strong man. He has penetrated more than five meridians and is the leader of the Scorpio Gang who stands alone, but he touched the bad head and met Zhang Qingxi.

Although Zhang Qingxi is not old, among the three generations of disciples of the Songyang Sect, his martial arts are one of the best. Many older classmates who have been in the school for twenty or thirty years are far inferior to him.

The disciple of Feng Zu, the disciple of Songyang Kaiser, and Zhang Yuanqiao, one of the five great masters in the world, is not comparable to such an ordinary martial arts master.

Zhang Qingxi killed the green-faced man, and his move was even more ruthless. He killed five or six people in his hand in an instant. This was because he deliberately slowed down his tricks and demonstrated his master's sword skills to his second junior brother. Otherwise, these men in the world would be enough for him to kill?

Sun Yan was full of eyesight and had already seen it very carefully, but he could only see the sword in the palm of his hand as if he had come alive and had a spirituality. He said to himself: "The eldest brother's martial arts seem to be no less than Teacher Miao! The sword technique of our Songyang Sect is not inferior to the magic sword technique at all!"

In fact, the magic sword technique relies heavily on internal strength, and emphasizes the use of internal strength to control the sword, not the changes in tricks. Therefore, Sun Yanan opened a meridian and improved the sword technique a little bit. In terms of subtle changes in tricks and grandeur, it is far less than the Great Songyang Divine Sword used by Zhang Qingxi.

The Great Songyang Divine Sword is the most powerful sword technique of the Songyang Sect. It is as strong as lightning. If the disciples of the Songyang Sect are willing to work hard, they will be able to become famous in the world with just this sword technique.

Originally, there were six or seven people rushing towards Sun Yanwan, but Zhang Qingxi killed too ruthlessly. These people witnessed that the leader Sun's helm was killed by someone, and their companions were cut like melons. How could they dare to step forward? They turned around and ran away.

But most of these ordinary gang masters don’t even know how to do light skills, so how can they escape the Feng Feng technique passed down by Master Feng of Songyang School?

Zhang Qingxi soared straight up, and Ruo Qinghong soared into the air, chasing them and killing them one by one.

Sun Yanwan was so shocked that he looked at it and said to himself: "The eldest brother's light skills seem to be no less than Master Miao."

He suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Senior Brother! Let's go to the town quickly, maybe there are still people in the town to commit murder."

Zhang Qingxi and his master walked through the world, with more experience than their junior brothers. He sighed slightly and said to himself: "These people have blood on them, I'm afraid that the people in the town are already unlucky. However, you don't need to explain this to your second junior brother. You'll go to the town first." He shouted: "Go and lead the horse!"

Sun Yanwan suddenly woke up and pulled two strong horses over. The two brothers got on the horse one after another, galloping all the way, and soon arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain.

The two brothers saw from a distance that the town was already red. Sun Yanwan's eyes suddenly turned red. He rushed into the town and wanted to save people, but he saw that there were corpses everywhere in the town, and hundreds of people in the whole town had been killed.

Sun Yanwan's blood was so hot that he rushed to the sky spirit and shouted. He was a modern person who had traveled through time. Usually, when people encountered injustice on the Internet, they had to blush and argue. They saw someone massacre innocent people like this, and a murderous aura popped out of their hearts and almost turned black on the spot.

Zhang Qingxi approached, patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and said, "The woman in the red dress must have some big secrets, so these people refused to let the townspeople go, and they would send someone to kill us."

A voice suddenly rang in the night sky: "Did Sun Qingjiao kill you?"

Sun Yanwan looked up and saw a woman in black standing on a nearby roof looking down at their brothers.

The woman's black clothes were thin and very close to her body, outlining her slender figure. She was born with a charming appearance and a little bit of dusty. She was about twenty-eight years old, and she was the most beautiful and mature age of a woman. She stood on the roof surrounded by fire, swaying like a wind or a willow, but she had a slightly miserable look on her face, just like a great misfortune that had just experienced in her life.

He didn't have any thought of pity for the sake of the jade. He drew his sword in his hand and shouted, "Witch, you are going to die today."

The woman in black sneered, but also frowned slightly. Among the more than 30 masters of the Scorpio Sect, Sun Qingjiao's martial arts skills are considered to be of the best. He is definitely not a vulgar player. He has brought fifty or sixty people, but has not come back now. It is obvious that these two little Taoists have extraordinary martial arts skills.

This is nothing! Lao Ai is even more worried that the two Taoist priests’ teachers will come back.

"These two little Taoists can kill Sun Qingjiao, but their martial arts are probably good. Maybe they are disciples of some famous sects. They kill the young ones and the old ones... that's a headache."

Just as Sun Yanwan was about to pounce on him, he was pulled by his senior brother. Zhang Qingxi whispered: "This woman has great light skills, and she must be great in martial arts. Junior brother, you are no match for you."

Sun Yanwan's mind was calmer. He had only been practicing martial arts for a few months. Although he had opened up three meridians and practiced the 72-way magic sword technique, he knew how skillful martial arts were. The martial arts of the man in the blue face who could not even catch the sword of the senior brother just now, Sun Qingjiao in the mouth of the woman in black, was above him.

"But I'm angry, I will definitely practice martial arts hard in the future. I will never encounter such a scene where I can't beat the enemy."

Zhang Qingxi pressed the demon-striking sword in his hand and said lightly: "I mean you have no grievances in the past and no grudges in the past. I have been killed for no reason. It's really too much."

"Let me report my origin and wait for the elders of my master to discuss with you."
Chapter completed!