Hearing his words, the faces of the two maids suddenly turned pale.
"There are very few Daqin sword cultivators who would abandon their swords and practice the skills of ghosts and ghosts." One of the maids was silent for a moment, looked at him and said, "We didn't expect that you would do this. Because since the Bashan sword field , Practitioners all over the world already believe that your Qin people's natal sword practice is the kingly way."
"It's just a means to fight against the enemy. There is no kingly way, only the speed of practice." Su Qin smiled slightly, "If you talk about abandoning the sword to practice, I have already given up when I entered the Immortal Talisman Sect."
Another court lady looked up at him and said softly, "I heard that Sword Master Qin is very proud."
Su Qin understood what she meant, smiled indifferently, and raised his head: "For me, my pride will always be in the future, not in the past."
The maid who spoke before took a deep breath and said: "Except for the exercises recorded by the Twelve Witch Gods, there is no other skill in the world that can change your true energy so quickly, so the Twelve Witch Gods It really has something to do with you being destroyed."
"You are lurking beside me, don't you just want to know this from me?" Su Qin's smile became stronger: "You Emperor Daqi has suffered a crushing defeat, but you still don't give up, and you still hold a glimmer of hope. Look at me. Will there be anything related to the Twelve Sorcerer Gods left on him. It’s just that he’s already abolished, so is there any point for you to work for him?”
Hearing these words, hesitation appeared on the faces of the two court ladies.
But just when the hesitation appeared on the faces of the two of them, the two of them and Su Qin had already shot at the same time.
With a coquettish cry, a black bamboo leaf-like shadow flew out from the sleeve of a court lady, cutting towards Su Qin's throat, while the other court lady didn't stop at all, and the figure flew upside down towards the palace gate behind. out.
These two court ladies were originally twin sisters, and they were connected with each other. As long as one of them escaped, the news that Su Qin had obtained a certain skill from the Twelve Witch Gods would be spread.
The momentary look of hesitation on the faces of the two of them was only used to confuse Su Qin.
The performance of the two was already perfect, but what they got in return was more mocking smiles from Su Qin.
"It's a pity that you still have a little luck, or you are too greedy. If you run away directly when I let you in, you may still be able to escape, but you still come in because you want to get close to me to see if I really have it." The skills of the Twelve Witch Gods?"
When the first word of his words sounded, the black shadow flying towards his throat had already been grasped by a bloody hand stretched out behind him. The exercises of the Twelve Witch Gods are the ancestors of all the techniques of Yin Gods and Ghosts, and the skills of the Ninth Witch God are the ancestors of the ancestors.
With a soft bang, this powerful black shadow was directly squeezed into a soft black mist by the bloody hands that looked like jelly.
Under the astonished gaze of the court lady, the bloody hand growing from Su Qin's back directly slapped her heavenly spirit.
Another palace lady wailed, she knew that her elder sister was bound to die, but she didn't turn her head, but her long black hair left her body, weaving a black net behind her, and her body was about to die. It slammed heavily on the slightly opened palace door in front, and slammed it out.
However, at this moment, a red line appeared on her throat.
When the red line on her throat collapsed, she saw the flashing sword light.
This is a very thin light gray small sword, just like a piece of inconspicuous dust piled up on the top of the palace gate, this small sword is also very ordinary, it is not a good product among flying swords, but it is this one The inconspicuous Feijian lurked at the door like a poisonous snake for a long time, and at this moment reaped her life.
With the blood gushing out of her throat, her body fell heavily to the ground, less than a foot away from the gate of the palace, and the blood splashed onto the gate of the palace, but she had no strength to get close.
Su Qin didn't even spend any more effort to control the flying sword, he just let the very ordinary small sword fly obliquely and nail it to the corner of the wall.
There were tiny drops of blood on the sword body, like several small flowers blooming in the dark corner of the wall.
"No matter how I abandon my sword, I am at least a Qin swordsman. It is too easy for me to sneak attack with a flying sword." Su Qin looked at the palace maid who was dying with all her strength and turned to look at him, slightly He lowered his eyelids and said.
The maid opened her mouth, and there was a hissing sound from her mouth, and blood foamed continuously.
Her throat has been completely cut, and blood and true essence rushed out of it. She couldn't speak any more words, but through the movement of her lips at this time, Su Qin still saw the last sentence she said at this time: "Kill life People who practice cultivation will be punished by heaven."
"Life and death both have vitality, what is the difference? No matter how powerful a practitioner is, he is just a wave stirred up by the vitality in the world, a page in the history books."
Su Qin looked at her calmly, and responded lightly.
When he finished speaking, the two court ladies who had brought him many good memories were dead.
The bloody hand behind him was still pressing the heavenly spirit of the court lady he killed first, and behind him, another bloody hand was gradually congealing and was about to conceive.
Killing some practitioners and using the vitality transformed between life and death can condense such bloody hands at will. This kind of practice is too simple. However, according to this method, a thousand hands can eventually be formed, and the power of these thousand blood hands will still increase with the growth of the true essence, just like a huge magic circle.
An increase in the quantity of anything will cause a qualitative change. For Su Qin, it doesn't take a lot of time, and it is not impossible for him to challenge the strong across the border.
For practitioners, there is nothing more pleasing than the growth of strength, especially the rapid growth of such strength is even more intoxicating.
Even Su Qin, who has experienced several ups and downs, couldn't help being addicted to this taste at this time, so happy that he wanted to groan.
However, within a few breaths, his body suddenly stiffened, and a strong fear surged from the bottom of his heart.
The bloody hand behind him frantically retracted into his body, and his whole body was thrown backwards.
Amidst the sound of his body breaking through the air, the palace door was pushed open without a sound.
The figure of the Qisi man in a black robe appeared beside the body of the maid who had collapsed inside the entrance of the palace, and his calm and cold voice sounded: "Do you think you can escape?"
Seeing the Daqi practitioner who he was most unwilling to face appeared in front of him, Su Qin's eyes burst into coldness, and the disabled fingers of his left hand in his sleeve suddenly twisted and frantically flicked.
The Chiss just stood at the gate of the temple.
With his hands behind his back, he just glanced at Su Qin, and the roof of the temple turned black, and the black cyclone was as sticky as ink, and then dripped down like a liquid.