Chapter 14 Qianqiu Old Man

This swordsmanship has been a great success, and it really has the momentum to break the sky.

With a loud bang, a dark force shocked Xu Le back one after another and hit the stone wall fiercely. His fingers were numb and trembling and he was seriously injured. The seven-level practitioner only withdrew, with a slight surprise on his face, but he snorted coldly and wanted to kill him.

The black gun in Nangong Xiaoxiao's hand was like a tide, and hundreds of shadows appeared in one breath, forcing back the five quenched six-level practitioners who came up from the siege. Seeing that Xu Le was in crisis, she shouted and raised a gun to rescue.

"Get out of here."

No matter how evil the talent is, Xu Le and Nangong Xiaoxiao are still irresistible when they encounter absolute power. Nangong Xiaoxiao's black gun was blown away by a punch, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and a piece of blood flowed.

"Don't resist, get out of here." If the war situation is dangerous, the probability of tragic death will be higher if you stay for a moment. Xu Le killed a bloody road and pushed Nangong Xiaoxiao into the channel.

Another quenched seven-level practitioner slapped, and the condensed fist was so powerful that even a stone man would turn into debris.

"Spear the sky."

Xu Le's blood agitated, his body grew a little, and the surging power condensed his right palm. There are a total of seven and forty-nine fingerprints in the first move of Zhentian's palm, each of which is secretly combined with the sky, accommodating the five elements and is powerful and domineering. He changed 16 kinds of fingerprints in an instant, which was his limit. Finally, the fingerprints merged into one and turned into a split palm print.

Although it was incomplete, 70% of the air in the huge stone cave was absorbed by the palm. Such a big change naturally made everyone stop fighting. They looked at the mouth of the cave at the same time and saw the amazing scene.

The supreme skill is to say that it has touched God's will and has the artistic conception of 'Tao', so it is quite powerful.

With a palm, the pressed fist paused in mid-air and collapsed, and the momentum of the palm print was full of rivers, swallowing mountains and rivers, and the whole cave seemed to be shaking.

Puff——

The quenched seven-level practitioner received a hard slap in the chest, opened his mouth and spit out five blood arrows in a row, and he suddenly became much older.

Xu Le slapped out and his whole body was weak, but he bit the tip of his tongue and forcibly escaped into the channel. He happened to see Xiao Xiao in the South Palace coming up.

"Find a safe place. I can't hold on."

Nangong Xiaoxiao nodded. She put her hand around Xu Le's waist and ran wildly in the passage. Fortunately, he soon found a new cave, and Xu Le's strength was exhausted. He quickly diluted his blood and milk, looked up and drank a few times. A warm current spread all over his body, like a silent well encountering a torrent, absorbing it crazily.

Seeing Nangong Xiaoxiao standing at the mouth of the cave with a silent gun to guard, the wound on her shoulder was broken and bleeding. Xu Le threw the gourd in her hand and said, "Drink a few s is good for the wound."

Nangong Xiaoxiao took over the gourd and hesitated to take a sip. She just threw the gourd back to Xu Le, and her handsome jade face suddenly changed, her blood rushed up, red and delicate, and a trace of fog rose above her head.

She quickly sat down and made complex and profound fingerprints in her hands.

Xu Le's strength recovered quickly. If he was not afraid that the strong enemy would find it, he would have really wanted to rest here for a month.

Three hours later, Xu Le took a few sips again, and his body was full of ice and fire, constantly refining his physique, purifying his body, and strengthening his internal organs.

The flame on the surface of his skin can be seen more clearly. It is not a real flame, but a fire of energy formed by the continuous accumulation of energy. Countless energy flames condensed and turned into a circle the size of a thumb cover, just like the scales of the sea dragon.

Nangong Xiaoxiao had already woken up, and the wound on her shoulder had completely healed without leaving a trace of scar. The beautiful eyes have been looking at Xu Le, which surprised her too much.

"I once took the heart blood of the fiery silver eagle and soaked it in the Netherworld spring for a year to achieve today's achievements. This guy is at most one or two years older than me, but his cultivation is far better than mine. Thinking of Xu Le's move to repel the seven-level practitioner, Nangong Xiaoxiao was a little disappointed.

"What I just took was the blood milk water diluted from the blood milk of Canghai Feijiao. Is he a genius disciple who came out to trial?"

Nangong Xiaoxiao guessed that she had no clue, and simply sat down to rest. Her mind stretched out to closely explore the movement around her.

Dingdong-Dingdong-

I don't know how long it took, and there was a rhythmic, crisp and pleasant sound in the cave, like drops of stone, continuous.

When Nangong Xiaoxiao heard the sound, she saw a fiery breath in Xu Le's body, and the air around her steamed in a circle. When his bones squirm, they no longer make the sound of metal knocking, but the sound of drops of stones, which is the evolution of physical strength, gradually changing from strong to strong to soft.

When the physical strength is from the first level of quenching to the fifth level of quenching, there is not much difference in essence, but when the strength reaches the sixth level of quenching, it can condense power, and when it reaches the seventh level of quenching, it can be strong and soft, and can be recovered at will while hitting out with one move. When it comes to the eighth level of quenching, yin and yang will be born. As long as it is not a fatal wound, don't take any medicine at all. Just control the muscle peristalsis and it can heal in a short time.

The tinkling sound resounded for half an hour before Xu Le finished his practice. He got up and stretched his muscles and bones, full and powerful, and took a breath. His chest was like a bottomless hole constantly sucking the air in the cave.

"Awesome, his five internal organs are powerful perverts. Even a quenched eight-level practitioner may not be able to catch up with it." Nangong Xiaoxiao curled her lips and was still a little unconvinced.

Xu Le slowly exhaled, and then his body flashed, grabbed his five fingers, and easily inserted it into the stone wall. The extremely hard stone, like tofu, floated down into stone powder under the destruction of the palm.

"The physique is strengthened 39 times, and the physical strength is 61 times."

Xu Le is still a disciple of quenching level 4, but he can compete with the master of quenching level 7. When he swallowed all the blood and milk of Canghai Feijiao, he will definitely be able to advance to the quenching level five, and he will be able to enter the Canghai Xianmen and enter the eyes of those master disciples.

"Little princess, those four quenched eight-level practitioners will definitely not let us go. Do you think of a way to get out of here?"

Nangong Xiao Xiaoqiong snorted softly, "As long as Qianqiu... Qianqiu..."

"Do you want to say that as long as the inheritance of the old man Qianqiu is obtained, we can get out of trouble and leave here safely?"

Xu Le said, he thought it was a pity that such a beautiful, noble and talented woman could stag.

Nangong Xiaoxiao stared at him fiercely and then turned her head to ignore him.

"Little princess, you are well-informed and tell me about the old man Qianqiu." Xu Le touched his chin and was a little embarrassed. "I feel that the sword of the treasure was taken away like this, and I was a little unwilling, so I wanted to know more about it. Maybe I can find a way to grab it."

Listening to Xu Le's words, Nangong Xiaoxiao was indeed aroused interest.

In her intermittent and stammering narrative, Xu Le finally knew some secrets of the old man Qianqiu.

The old man Qianqiu was born for the sword. It is said that when he was born, he held a bone sword in the palm of his hand. At the age of three, he practiced the sword, and at the age of seven, he became a master of swordsmanship at the age of thirteen, and achieved the realm of a saint at the age of 15. In his life, he only practiced swords, killed countless enemies, and shocked the immortal world. At the age of a thousand, he created a swordsmanship 'Qianqiu Sword', which was defeated by thousands of years.

In ancient rumors, the old man Qianqiu later created more powerful swordsmanship, such as the later ancient swordsmanship, ancient swordsmanship, and eternal swordsmanship, but this is only a rare record and there is no more convincing evidence.

Xu Le took out the broken scripture from the Mijiezi and opened it. The three pictures on it are Qianqiu swordsmanship, ancient swordsmanship, ancient swordsmanship, and simple moves, and there is no lawless momentum in it.

After thinking about it, put away the broken scriptures and then looked at Nangong Xiaoxiao and said, "Little princess, you are not moved by that sword at all?"

"I... prove that... is a gunway, and my heart... obsession is the same."

Nangong Xiaoxiao's cultivation heart is very firm. She understands shooting skills, and her Taoist heart remains unchanged. Once she is a little greedy for the sword of the treasure, it will be a devastating blow to her practice.

Xu Le praised in his heart. He sat in the corner of the cave, took out a flat knife and a mud ball and carved it himself. After the success of the soul, his trajectory of the flat knife was more subtle, and the traces left by the blade were clear. His soul power gradually integrated into the knife posture, following the ups and downs, forming a resonance.

At this moment, he carved the 'Qianqiu swordsmanship'. Although it was only a broken move, he vaguely felt that there was an unspeakable artistic conception in the sculpture simulation.

pa——

A crisp sound, and the mud in his hand was broken.

Xu Le woke up from the empty state, and his eyes were full of doubts. He carved this Qianqiu swordsmanship many times, but every time he closed the blade, he couldn't help trembling slightly and was very slightly in time, but the whole mud puppet shattered under the power of ignorance.

"Is it that the carving skills taught by the seventh master are incomplete and lack several of the most critical techniques?" Xu Le muttered twice and took out a new clay puppet.

The second result is still, and the clay idol of Qianqiu swordsmanship can't be carved at all. The only thing that gratified him was that his divine power had improved a little.

Nangong Xiaoxiao has been looking at it, with strange eyes.

"You...soul way.. Practice."

Xu Le raised his eyelids gently and did not deny it.

"We... physical strength... are invincible, but... but the soul... power union... have seven points of certainty... win."

Xu Le moved and has arrived in front of Nangong Xiaoxiao. Looking at her delicate face and said excitedly, "Let alone seven points of certainty, even if there is five levels of certainty, I am willing to give it a try."

Nangong Xiaoxiao smiled like a hundred flowers. She took out a scripture from the Mijiezi and handed it to Xu Le, pouted her mouth to indicate that she could see the contents inside.

"Thousands of Souls."

Xu Le looked at the content, and the more he went to the back, the more ugly his face became. This is a soul martial arts, which is not an attack type, nor a defensive type, but an auxiliary type, or that kind of thankless practice.

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