Outside Linye City, there is an ancient temple, and there is a lake next to the ancient temple.
Late at night, the lake will occasionally emit a menacing scream. The faint of heart will be frightened out of their wits by this scream, so no one will come at night.
However, at this time, a shadow was cast on the lake in the dark moonlight.
The shadow was huge, with a swollen belly, and he was obviously a fat man...
Suddenly, she stopped.
Whoosh whoosh! !
A few wind noises passed by.
Xu Lingling suddenly grabbed the giant sword and smiled innocently. The sword swung violently horizontally, and white electricity full of yang energy flowed in her strong arms.
The electricity was generated every inch, showing a strange body-shattering appearance, making her sword-wielding arm look like the arm of a giant spirit god.
Dharma and phantom are the difference between the ten realms and the nine realms, and they are also the different degrees of mapping of power to space. The former is real and the latter is imaginary.
Bang! !
A horizontal shot shattered a shadow.
Immediately afterwards, her body was obviously as clumsy as a bear, but she moved sideways as nimbly as a deer, pulling out the afterimage, and at the same time dodged attacks from the other two directions.
She stopped moving sideways, opened her mouth wide, laughed wildly, and pounced on him.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang bang!
The continuous fighting gave her a long-lost feeling of breathing.
It was a kind of depression caused by being severely bullied before the age of ten.
It was a kind of frustration that had been suppressed by teenagers of the same age for more than ten years.
Later, one day ten years ago, when the teacher came back, she saw a pure black fire on the lake. She got close to the black fire and observed it carefully, but the black fire quickly disappeared. After that, she felt her blood boiling, and then her body began to slowly change. It was not until three years ago that the quantitative change gave rise to qualitative changes.
But she still couldn't beat No. 1!
So, she needs to find another outlet.
at this time,
The two black figures opposite her were very ruthless in their attacks, and their angles were very tricky. This was their technical advantage.
In addition, the strength is not weak. Amidst the strong winds, there are formations of phantoms. This is the realm of phantoms in the ninth realm. It is the condensation of the will. Compared with the tenth realm, it is only worse. A mysterious skill.
Without Xuan Gong, there is no chance, but it does not mean that they are really weak.
But at this time, these two experienced and seasoned killers were completely suppressed and beaten by an eighteen-year-old two-meter-tall girl.
Regardless of momentum, skill, or strength, he is completely at a disadvantage.
Xu Lingling became more and more excited as she played, like a cat playing with a mouse, or flexing her muscles and bones, and from time to time she let out intoxicating gasps and sweet smiles.
Bang! ! !
There was another piercing sound.
The giant knife faced the two swords, and the energy of the explosion caused the two sides to separate.
However, only one of the killers returned, and when another one was about to be shaken away, Xu Lingling grabbed his wrist in time.
The killer was in her hands like a little chicken.
The chick's hand was quickly crushed and its head wrenched off.
Xu Lingling threw her head aside and looked at the remaining killer with a smile.
This killer is naturally the killer of Xueyu Tower.
Still a Class A killer.
He looked at the devilish woman in front of him.
Suddenly, he screamed.
"You...you...did you take over the mission of killing everyone in Chongxiao Villa
Did you also take off the head of the supreme sect leader of the Destroying Mountain Sect
Is your code name in the Blood Rain Tower..."
Xu Lingling smiled and asked, "What is it?"
She stood still.
The moonlight cast her huge figure, just enough to cover the killer in front of her.
The killer was a little trembling. Although he was a Class A killer, he was not yet a legendary killer. Among the legendary killers, there was a peripheral person who had risen to prominence recently and took on many very difficult but generously rewarded tasks. His killing methods were cruel. , very strong.
He spit out the code name of the peripheral person: "Mom."
Xu Lingling's smile became more innocent and pure, and at the same time she moved forward.
The shadow also approached menacingly.
The killer kept backing up, his mouth seemed to be dry, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he said hastily: "Mom. I... I have cooperated with you. Although you wore a different mask at that time than you do now, you are that mother... the one who likes to twist. The mother who dropped heads and crushed bones.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a roar.
The mud and rocks splashed and the dust dispersed, and then a huge figure came to his side and walked past him. He was unable to make any reaction because he had a feeling in his heart: "When I was a child, I The feeling of being targeted by wild beasts in an uninhabited jungle.
His blood was almost frozen, and his heartbeat was almost tightly clenched.
Xu Lingling walked past and stepped on, leaving an afterimage of her body, and the giant knife she was carrying also left an afterimage, and the giant knife had already cut the neck of a head.
She smiled and said: "I'm not a mother, I'm only eighteen years old."
Bang.
The Class A killer knelt down, threw himself down, and his head immediately rolled forward.
Xu Lingling quickly squatted down and skillfully took out the money bags and several small treasures she carried with her from the arms of the three corpses.
After doing all this, she tied the body with stones very skillfully and threw it into the lake. Then she dealt with the scene and restored peace and calm to the lakeside. There had never been a fight.
She held the book in her arms and cautiously walked back to the city.
After all, if you fight in the city, you can't let off steam as much as you want.
I wonder if there will be another killer tomorrow...
Xu Lingling had a glimmer of expectation. She licked her lips, took a deep breath, and sucked in the remaining blood-colored gossamer in the air. However, the long-standing gloom in her heart could not be resolved.
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In terms of strength, the top ten of Xia Ji's ninety-nine disciples have already reached the Dharma Realm. Even Xu Lingling saw the Black Emperor's demonic fire by chance, and was even triggered by the demonic fire to have a certain amount of blood in his body. level of recovery.
That time, after Xia Ji and Su Tian faked a fight, Xia Ji ate a red hydrangea and unintentionally revealed the magic fire while sitting at the bottom of the lake to rest.
Logically speaking, people like Xu Lingling should be number one.
She is first-rate in terms of scheming strength, psychological distortion, proficiency with swords, etc.
During those ten years, she actually sneaked out to practice and became the legendary killer-Mother.
Compared with her excitement when seeing blood, Feng Chuixue had never killed anyone, so he vomited when he saw dead people.
even so…
Xu Lingling was still beaten by the wind and snow for ten years.
Xu Lingling herself also thought that if she was a female butcher, then... Feng Chuixue was like a believer.
The swords he produced were full of piety and a special, powerful and extremely self-centered spirit.
A teacher once said, "The human body is like a lonely boat, sailing on the ocean of spirit. The stronger the human body is, the more stable the boat will be. How powerful the spirit is, the farther the boat can sail."
There is no doubt that Feng Chui Xue has spirit.
He danced the knife as if he were making a sacrifice.
Offer your life carefully and tenderly on the altar.
This group of children didn't see anyone on weekdays. The only people they saw were Xia Ji, Su Tian, Ji Xuan...
When the first two are fine, they will give them some random advice and even give them some pills.
It's not surprising if there are monsters among them, but it's really funny if there are no monsters.
The wind blows the snow.
So does Xu Lingling.
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Compared to these two, it's straightforward.
Nian Ying's fighting skills were much more skillful. The knife in her hand was unpredictable, as if dancing in her palm, and she kept blocking the violent attacks of the three assassins.
Ding ding ding ding! !
The noise continued.
She seemed to be retreating.
She retreated as if she was so anxious that she accidentally entered a deep alley without realizing it.
The three assassins kept attacking. They no longer had the initial confidence and desire to kill the girl gracefully.
They were now attacking crazily, with multiple phantoms rushing towards and slashing out from them.
every time,
Nian Yingduru can barely support it.
every time,
Nian Yingdu gave people the feeling that she would not be able to hold on for the next second.
Until she could no longer retreat and her back was pressed against a thick, cold wall.
This is the end of the alley.
The three Blood Rain Tower killers looked at each other and jumped out at the same time.
Da da da! !
One person is in the middle,
The other two people walked quickly along the walls on both sides.
Three phantoms filled with blood evil aura flew over immediately.
The wind is blowing.
Nian Ying looked at the deep alley...
Really deep…
Even the streets seemed far away.
She presses the knife, grabs the knife, and lifts the knife, all in one go.
Immediately, the tall body entered a state similar to meditation.
The next moment...
brush! !
A gray and black shadow emerged from her body, with an expressionless face, and went into the distance, like black light, filling the long and narrow alleyway.
The black light passed by the three Class-A killers. In an instant, they were standing at the entrance of the alley. When they saw the deserted street, they turned around, held the knife, and returned.
During the return process, the three people were unscathed, but they fell limply to the ground, no longer breathing, and were obviously too dead to die.
The sword cuts the soul without hurting the body.
It is the Yang Shen Tao method.
Whoosh! !
The gray black shadow returned to the stiff Nian Ying's body, and her tall and delicate body regained its vitality. At the same time, she couldn't help but shudder.
"It's so cold."
Nian Ying hugged her shoulders and looked at the book in her arms, which was intact.
She breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first thing the teacher gave her. How could she not do it well
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A certain intersection in the mountain pass.
A cold and arrogant swordsman in white beheaded the last killer, shook his head with a sneer, and said: "Useless trash."
This is Du Bai, number ten.
But after all, there was some regret on his face, because during the fight, he discovered that [Yang Shen Dao Technique] didn't seem to be that easy to use. Once used, Yang Shen was powerful, but his body was exposed, and the Yang Shen that flew out The god will feel the "coldness from the material world" and will be weakened to a certain extent after returning to the body.
The longer you stay outside, the more severe your weakness becomes.
He had some regrets. When he first chose the technique, his teacher repeatedly emphasized that "this [Yang Shen Tao Technique] is difficult to practice and difficult to achieve, and there will be many restrictions after it is achieved." But why did he insist on choosing this method? Menxuan Gong
Didn’t you see Feng Chui Xue, did Xu Lingling choose [Yin Yang Five Thunders]
Du Bai sighed, clutched the scroll of "The Strength of the World", and walked to the small mountain city nearby.
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This is the top ten battle situation.
But the disciples at the bottom of the rankings did not have it so easy.
Some ran away like crazy.
Some were seriously injured.
Some were even killed and the scrolls were taken away.
But what the killer took from the dead disciples was another token.
They didn't recognize the token and were not prepared to report it, so they casually put it in their pockets as a small collection.
But there are also smart people in Xueyi Tower. When the first night passed and dawn came,
The owner of the third floor, Zhao Ge, sat on a big chair with his legs crossed, elegantly eating unknown meat while quietly listening to the report on the battle situation.
Whether it's the killer in his own building or the mysterious people walking around with books, everyone is dead or injured.
In the gray, a blood-stained sack was placed in front of him.
The sack was opened, revealing the pretty face of one of the girls. The pretty face was covered in blood, bruises, and filth, and she had obviously suffered a lot of torture.
Zhao Gao dropped the knife and wiped his mouth.
He took a look and said, "Are they all so young?"
The killer under his command said: "Yes."
Zhao Ge asked: "How many people died?"
The killer said: "Because it is a big business, all the surrounding buildings have cooperated with each other, and the number of Class A killers dispatched is far more than the original forty, but one hundred and ninety-six.
There are three hundred and fifty-two Class B killers.
Each killer rushes to the nearest target according to geographical location. "
Zhao Ge asked: "What's the result?"
The killer said: "The statistics have not been completed yet, because the regions vary greatly, so the agreed time is two days later."
Zhao Ge murmured: "Two days later..."
He opened the body sack again and sucked on the girl's pretty face, "You are still as crazy. Such a cute girl, such a beautiful age, was tortured to death by you."
The killer didn't say anything either. This was a tradition in Blood Rain Tower and there was nothing to say.
Zhao Ge said: "Did you find it?"
The killer handed over a token.
Zhao Gao looked at the token for a long time and frowned slightly.
He rolled his eyes and put away the token, "Talize the results and tell me in two days."
After that, he turned and walked away. He wanted to show this token to his "high-ranking people".
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"No more copying!"
"No one is allowed to copy anymore!"
"The lies are misleading the public. What kind of skill is this? It is clearly something that deceives the world and steals reputation."
"Come here, drive them out. Put down the books and tell them to get out."
The mysterious young man who was patiently answering the warrior's questions in front of the inn raised his head slightly.
The pair of eyes behind the mask were cold and silent.
But he said patiently: "These techniques are not lies to deceive the public. Every page and chapter contains the power to reach a higher realm.
Anyone can become a warrior. As long as he is willing to work hard and put in hard work, he can become a strong person. Anyone who has learned a little bit of martial arts can understand.
As for deceiving the world and stealing your name, you have no name and no surname. How can you talk about stealing your name? "
The group of people surrounding the mysterious boy sneered.
"You are just deceiving the world and stealing your reputation!"
"I've seen too many people like you."
Another person smiled and grabbed the book that was spread out in front for others to copy, and read a few pages: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, the power of a higher realm, why can't I understand it, this is obviously something that leads people astray."
"Yes, if you are really innocent, we will naturally clear your name after we investigate clearly. We have suppressed the books, so you can come with us."
The mysterious boy asked quietly: "Who are you?"
"Little brother, don't worry, we are decent people from a well-known family. After investigating the matter clearly, we will give you justice."
The mysterious young man said sincerely: "Sir, I just hope that more people can practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies. After all, the catastrophe is coming and the troubled times are coming. The more strength you have, the more hope you have to survive. Isn't that good?"
The man flipping through the book laughed: "What kind of disaster? We are in a prosperous age of singing and dancing!"
The mysterious boy suddenly fell silent.
The words have come to an end.
But the knife has just come out.
No one saw him draw the knife.
His knife slashed out in a dreamlike manner.
Dazzling, as sad as autumn, desolate and lonely, pious and fiery, indomitable and seamless.
After a moment,
The sound of drawing out the sword and putting it away sounded almost at the same time.
Feng Chuixue closed her eyes, grabbed the book, lightly dusted the area touched by the man's dirty hands, and then walked out of the house without looking behind her...
There were corpses whose heads had been separated, and whose eyes had not yet revealed the fear.