"What is the surname Ming? The surname Ming comes out of your mouth, and it always smells like dug out of a cesspit. It's an insult."
The second master waved two palms and flew back the five disciples who were rushing up before roaring.
"See clearly, I am your grandfather Hong Jiu."
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When Ling Qingshu and Ming Suwen fought, he had already suffered a lot of internal damage, and before he could recover, he eagerly asked the overlord to bow hard. At this time, the state is still incomplete. When Hong Jiu's palm hit him, he couldn't resist at all, and his internal trauma was intensified, and his internal organs seemed to be reversed. He was almost powerless to fight again, his face was pale, and he threw the scrapped sword in his hand with a snort.
"How... how could it be you?"
"What about me?"
The second master is gearing up, and there is no fear among more than 100 enemies, but the fighting spirit is like a rainbow, and there is quite a bit of eager excitement in his eyes.
"...Didn't you go? Why did you go and come back?"
Hong Jiu snorted coldly and said, "The appearance of you pretending to be dizzy on the mountain is no better than a dog cramping. If it wasn't for the boss who ordered you to take you to the yamen, I would have smashed you with a palm."
"You... just left, are you pretending to be mysterious?"
"Otherwise, who can talk about the Qilin Guards who are more loyal than dogs to protect the Lord. As long as they are not dead, they will have a breath to protect the dignity of the court. Simply make them suffer."
"So that's it... So... you're... still careless. My Lushan Jianguan had an ambush here long ago, and I set up people to attack your Yeluo Fort. You are as clever as this slut, and you fell into Lao Tzu's snare... "
When he raised his head suddenly, his eyes seemed to have substance, and he had recovered a few points of strength. Now that he is prepared to fight, he may not have no strength.
Ling Qingshu shouted violently, "... Kill this stinky beggar for me!"
He didn't need to speak, more than a hundred disciples had already arrived like a tidal wave.
Hong Jiu came alone without a weapon, but he didn't care. With both palms drawing a circle, it can be considered that these disciples of Lushan Jianguan are all elite soldiers, and none of them were blown down by the strong wind.
"It's a bit heavy, much stronger than your boss who hides his head and shows his tail. But it's still too late to keep your ninth master, drink!"
With a big mouth open, the second master's palm 'Flying Dragon in the Sky' flew diagonally out of the disciples, with a majestic and simple manner, and went straight to Ling Qingshu.
Ling Qingshu was a bit ruthless, his color remained the same, and he tried to fly backwards, but the two uncles came out to protect him. Both of them are not weak in martial arts, but since Hong Jiu's Dragon Subduing Palm has been activated, how can the 37211 palms hit one of the uncles. This person was the weakest in martial arts among the others, and his sternum was shattered, and he couldn't even catch a single move. He swept the circle with another palm, but was held by the uncle with a steady sword, and the swordsmanship of internal force was all strong.
Hong Jiu was so heartbroken that he hit and slashed in mid-air, and his palms were like a storm.
After he landed, he took another big step, killed Ming Suwen's palms and swept away several disciples who wanted to take the opportunity to capture Ming Suwen as a hostage. At this time, the Lushan Jianguan elder who had fought with Hong Jiu just landed on the ground. He couldn't take Hong Jiu's attack on the 30th palm, and the remaining seven palms hit him. The potential didn't explode until he landed, but not an inch of his body was intact.
In an instant, Hong Jiu lost the four great masters in a row, sweeping away his disciples. Rao is very strict in recruiting disciples at the Mount Lu Jianguan, and all the comers are young swordsmen with excellent foundations, and they are all scared and not only discolored.
Ling Qingshu's face was even more ashen. He never thought that the second head of Ye Luobao could have such a profound cultivation. Deliberately wanting to repeat the old trick, use 'Mateng Green Smoke' to numb this stinky beggar. It's just that Hong Jiuyun's palm is flying like a fly, and before the flying palm shadow can be killed, the strong wind has already swept out a piece. If this handful of anesthetics were thrown out, Hong Jiu would definitely not be able to pour it out. The medicinal smoke was forced to disperse by the palm wind, but our side had to lose more than half of the new force. The only way at the moment is to let these disciples wheel on the battlefield, that is, he is unparalleled in the world, and he is always incapable of defeating a hundred people without getting tired.
However, Hong Jiu took the first step to break this point. With a fierce dragon roar, he pushed out the move 'Fighting the Dragon in the Wild'. The first time I saw him, he was still far away, but the next moment there were less than a dozen disciples standing in front of him, and then he was already close to him. He even cut a bloody path.
After this short period of recovery, Ling Qingshu straightened out some of his true qi, squeezed a sword tactic, and gathered all the internal energy of his body on his fingers, waiting for a fatal blow. However, Hong Jiu was unable to fight for a long time. His palm was powerful and his palm was windy. Don't look at his majesty, the use of palms like this consumes a lot of money, which is the so-called rainstorm in martial arts. His strength is not continuous, and he will definitely be weak when he puts out his palm. Choosing to fight at this time is just waiting for work.
Ling Qingshu was a famous teacher, and he was protected by Ling Hanzhong's eccentricity. Since he was a child, he took medicines such as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng to increase his skills, and he never stopped for a day. Even if he is not very diligent in practicing martial arts, he is in the world's first-class swordsmanship holy land, with internal skills of swordsmanship and inexhaustible elixir, he still has reached the realm of qi sword in kendo, and he can step into the threshold of sword intent.
But when one finger and one palm intersected, there was a click, but Ling Qingshu's finger was broken, but Hong Jiu's whistling palm didn't stop and hit him directly on the chest. With a snap, Ling Qingshu flew far away like a broken kite, landing on the ground still showing an unbelievable expression.
"Your internal strength...Impossible, why is this..." Hong Jiu defeated the four elders of the same generation as Ling Hanzhong in Lushan Jianguan in a row, and also killed the Quartet. Majestic, no matter how he looked at him, he was only twenty-four or five years old, how could there be such a truth in the world!
Hong Jiu's profile face reflected the blazing sun, and his dark face was full of fortitude.
"It's impossible. Fighting for victory in the rivers and lakes, strength speaks. I'm better than you bastard, that's all."
Hong Jiu also practiced martial arts since childhood, and he also learned from the first-class martial arts in the arena. He does not have ginseng and ganoderma lucidum, only a high, cold and bone-eroding mountain in the world as a practice place. He does not have an inexhaustible swordsmanship and martial arts, and the martial arts he can learn have long been given to him by his master. His talent for martial arts is no higher than Ling Qingshu.
However, his efforts in martial arts are unmatched by ordinary people. When he was still in Daluo Mountain, he practiced qigong for eight hours a day. The sun rises before sunrise, and the sunset does not return. In winter, I insist on taking cold water baths, and in summer, I still use the stove. Absorb the morning dew mist on Jingmengyu Tianfeng every day, and the frost, cold and dew can not give up. Looking for old beasts in the Daluo Mountains to become enemies, the tigers and hungry wolves can't be convinced. This inhuman hard training persisted for thirteen winters, summers, springs, and autumns, and finally achieved today's achievements.
The so-called heroes, hard work can not be seen on the surface.
Hong Jiu's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have already been completed today. He just turned twenty-five years old at this time, and he won the first throne of the Seventeen Flood Dragons and won the title of Riding the Dragon of Ten Thousand Miles. Although he seldom walks the rivers and lakes in his real body, it is normal for a young man to be high-spirited. The eighteen palms of subduing the dragon, which are the most masculine in the world, made the most incisively and vividly, but with three palms, Ling Qingshu's hair was disheveled, blood was smeared, and there was no half of the children of the noble family, the handsome and handsome.
Ling Qingshu blushed and shouted frantically, "You are the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon! Who are you from Hong Ba, the leader of the Beggar Gang!"
"His name is Hong Ba, and my name is Hong Jiu. What is the relationship between you? Do you want to guess the relationship between your grandfather and my grandson?"
Hong Jiuyu was contemptuous, and Ling Qingshu was even more annoyed, but the chest he taught him to slap was really slack. Where the strength penetrated, the meridians were blocked, and it was impossible to gather qi for a while, and even the strength to lift the sword was not enough. Seeing Hong Jiu's eyes revealing a fierce gleam was an omen of murder.
Ling Qingshu sneered and said, "Kill me? Do you dare to kill me? Your fortress said that he would send us into the yamen, do you dare not obey the order?"
"The big boss has his ideas, and I have mine. As long as I finally do what he ordered, how is the process, who in the world can control me?"
Hong Jiu's tone was cold: "The three fathers and daughters live happily, how did they provoke you, a mad dog, for the animal behavior. I wish I could kill you with a slap. But the big boss has his life, of course I will send you in Yamen. But the boss just told me to send it, but didn't say how to send it. I broke your two hands and three legs, and then grinded your whole body bones, smashed your dog face, and then I will see you hugging A son who is like a rotten tofu, do you want to come and confess your relatives with a drop of blood?"
Ling Qing's bookish arrogance rose to the top, but she showed no fear, and her eyes became even more crazy.
"Kill that ** to me!!"
Even if he were to die, he must not die alone. It is about to pull Ming Su to ask to accompany him to the funeral.
What could have happened made Ling Qingshu stunned.
Ming Suwen was holding a fine steel long sword, which seemed to be of the Lushan Jianguan system, and was being besieged by dozens of swordsmen. She couldn't move smoothly, her movements were not very flexible, and it seemed that she was still in a state of unresolved anesthesia. However, she held a sword and stabbed it gently and skillfully, but she was able to stab at the key point from the flaw that the disciples could not find, and immediately fell down. She acted like this, with a sword in the east and a sword in the west, and every time she made a sword, one person would be knocked down. Looking at her delicate, delicate and beautiful appearance, but there is no enemy under her hand.
- This bitch, how can he still resist.
Little do they know that among the martial arts that Ming Suwen is good at, swordsmanship comes first and second. She buried herself in the treasure house of Daluo Mountain's martial arts since she was a child, and all she saw since she was a child was the world's first-class esoteric swordsmanship. The vision realm in swordsmanship, or the real ability, is not much better than these Lushan Jianguan disciples. Her inner strength is unstoppable, but her swordsmanship is extremely exquisite. For a time, no one could get close.
"My uncle's swordsmanship is something you donkeys can imagine. You don't know how to repent when you die!"
After he finished speaking, he slapped his head heavily with his palm, dividing Yin and Yang in his palm, which was extremely delicate. It's not fatal, but after waking up, it's likely to become dementia.
Suddenly I heard wind behind my ears.
"The strong man keeps people!"
An extremely sharp sword qi cut straight to Hong Jiu's neck in a roundabout way. The sword light was like a swallow flying obliquely. Although the sword qi filled the air, it still carried a comfortable and quiet mood. Hong Jiu knew that a master was coming. Although he could kill the beast at the bottom of his palm, he could not help but be injured by this sword. Hong Jiu has a strong temperament, and he doesn't care about exchanging his life for injuries, but he has no intention of killing Ling Qingshu now if he doesn't want to kill anyone. It is worthwhile to trade injury for life, but it is not worthwhile to trade injury for injury.
When I returned the palm and patted it, the sword strength of the incoming person was not strong, but it was continuous and very tenacious. Instead of being repelled by Hong Jiu's aggressive technique, he was entangled.
Ling Qingshu was overjoyed and blurted out, "Uncle Liao!" He had less than three successes left, but he picked up an iron sword from the ground and stabbed it.
Hong Jiu originally had the upper hand, but now that he was attacked by the enemy, he made a decisive decision and retreated more than ten feet.
Hong Jiu frowned and said, "Who is Your Excellency?"
Ming Su's voice came from a distance.
"Xiao Shiba be careful, this person is called Haoshoujianjing Liao Baishou. He is the master of the Lushan Sword Temple and the Wonderful Stone Temple."
Among the Lushan Sword Views, there are twenty-eight views of internal and external double doors. The Seven Views of the Inner Sect were formed by the younger brothers and disciples of the Ling family's seven houses. They have grown and strengthened for thousands of years, and they have long been the real masters of the Lushan Sword View. The Twenty-One Temple of the Outer Gate was created by a disciple with the surname Chengqi. With the thousand-year history of the Mount Lujian Temple, there are only twenty families left, which shows the strength of the Ling family.