"Wow!"

He ran more than twenty miles in one breath.

When he found a barren hill, Su Qing stopped and rested. But as soon as he stopped, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat. He staggered, leaning against a vigorous old tree, and then slowly

Sit down and relax.

The two Huang Xuemei siblings on the side were now unconscious, while the other was seriously injured and died.

After hurriedly checking Lu Lin's breathing and his injuries, Huang Xuemei breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her younger brother was fine. However, she coughed up blood again and again, deflated, and collapsed on the ground.

Although she has the "Tian Mo Qin" in her hand, her own skills are not as good as those of those masters who have been famous for many years. What's more, the "Tian Long Ba Yin" is extremely mentally draining. In today's battle, it seems that both sides will be harmed, but in fact, she will suffer more damage.

Han Xuemei hugged the Tianmo Qin tightly in her arms, placed it horizontally on her knees, and plucked the strings under her fingers. The melodious sound of the Qin began in a low voice, like flowing water from a mountain. It was different from the sonorous and powerful clang sound before, now it was like a soft sound.

The wind and spring water, and the sound of the piano can actually calm the churning energy and blood in the body and ease the injuries. It has endless magical effects.

After the song was played, Huang Xuemei looked at Su Qing.

Under the old tree, Su Qing sat quietly with his sword in hand, with a look of pity in his eyes. He was looking at his own sword, Zhao Dan Sword, which was now covered with fine lines, like porcelain that was about to break. He was afraid that it would be broken when it broke.

Close at hand.

This sword had been through many fierce battles with him, and it had already suffered a lot of damage. Just now, there was a three-way struggle, and with the palm of the six-fingered old man, it was undoubtedly in a state of exhaustion.

It's about to break.

"When the sword is broken, some thoughts are also broken!"

Su Qing looked at Zhao Dan in a trance, muttering to himself in a low voice. Finally, he paused for a moment, his eyes seemed to be hesitating and struggling, and then he returned to his gentle and smiling look.

He only stretched out his fingers to touch the body of Qinghan's sword, put his fingertips against the sword, and passed it by. The long sword immediately made a clear sword cry, and then, as Su Qing's eyelids trembled, it shattered into pieces and turned into several broken swords.

fragments.

Seeing his smile, Huang Xuemei suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She said solemnly: "According to the behavior of those people in the world, I'm afraid they will never let you go. From now on, there will be an endless pursuit!

"

Su Qing stretched out his hand to pick up the broken sword fragments that fell among the grass leaves, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, after I set foot in the world, I never thought of staying out of it, since they want to add a little more fun to my journey.

, I happily accept it!”

He picked it up very carefully and attentively, as if he were picking up pieces of treasure.

Huang Xuemei's eyes were complicated and she said: "I accept your help today. I, Huang Xuemei, will never owe anyone anything in my life!"

She suddenly waved her finger and cut off a corner of her purple clothes.

"Stab it!"

The sound of tearing cloth passed by in a flash.

"This is the art of playing the Tianmo Qin. This Qin is extraordinary. The strings are extremely tough and can be used as a weapon. Therefore, before practicing the Qin, the owner must have an unusual pair of hands. Otherwise, it will be difficult to control the Qin.

Causing self-harm!"

Su Qing raised her head and said with a smile: "You are really willing to give it up!"

Huang Xuemei said lightly: "Don't be too happy too early. This is just the art of playing the piano. If you want the method of stimulating energy like Tianlong Bayin, you still need to fight with me. Although I have obtained this treasure, in terms of skill, it is not

I can't compare to them. Playing a piece of Tianlong Bayin is extremely draining of my mind. I need to practice hard. If you can't survive, you might as well come with me, but I can protect you!"

"No need!"

Su Qing waved her hand.

"I saved you because of your brother. This boy is my friend, so I should save him. What's more, I am traveling alone this time, and I want to defeat the six sects. I also want to change places. I don't like this world!

In ten days, if I don’t die, I will wait for you at the Golden Summit of Emei for a showdown!”

Huang Xuemei was speechless after hearing the words. He adjusted his breath for a moment, picked up Lu Lin, and threw the piano into the forest like an arrow.

"Don't die too early!"

Su Qing sat leaning against the tree, listening to the gradually fading words, with a calm expression on his face. He only put away all the fragments of the broken sword on the ground, and then took the piece of purple cloth.

The cloth can be divided into two layers, the outer part is ultraviolet and the inner part is white. On the white fabric are small characters, a flat palm, the trend of luck in the meridians, and each acupuncture point are all very clear.

"It's actually the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian?"

He possesses the inner strength of Rama to make up for the deficiencies in life. However, after adjusting his breath and meditating for a while, with the inner strength circulating around the sky, and with the help of the sound of the piano, 60% of the injuries in his body were cured, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

After taking a quick look, Su Qing raised his eyelids and clenched his fingers. The cloth in his palm had turned into countless crumbs during rubbing and fell from the gaps between his fingers.

"His kung fu? It's amazing!"

Su Qing stood up, carrying the broken sword fragments in his pocket, and sighed softly: "Oh, Zhao Dan, Zhao Dan, you have walked with me for so many miles, so I will bury you!"

Mountain forest wilderness.

When the pursuers came from behind, they only saw a man in green clothes with disheveled hair standing on a monument under the barren hill, with a new grave in front of him.

He raised his finger and scratched lightly in the air. His fingertips never touched the wooden surface, but on the smooth and flat wooden sign, he could see sunken writings one by one, emerging out of thin air.

"Su Qing buried the sword here!"

When everyone came closer, six characters had been engraved on it.

"You guys are so slow here!"

Su Qing turned around, and there were drops of blood on his chest, like plum blossoms. He had a smile on his face, his eyebrows were cold, and the silver bell on his wrist was trembling.

"Hmph, my defeated general is bragging even when he is about to die. Brothers, he has been seriously injured. Don't be afraid of him!"

"kill!"

Disciples from all factions showed fiery eyes, raised their swords and drew their swords, approaching directly.

"Bury the sword? Haha, think about how to bury yourself later!"

"Your sword has been broken, let me see what else you can do!"

Su Qing stretched out the ten fingers of his hands, and a series of crackling sounds were heard all over his body. He raised his arms again, and above his ten fingers, he saw that the energy was gushing out, as if there was a cold glow, and his hands were as clear as jade.

.

"I still have a pair of hands!"

With a chuckle, Su Qing arrived in a daze.

The man was approaching with a knife, and suddenly he saw a flash of green shadow in front of his eyes, and a fleshy palm pressed down on his knife without any smoke. The steel knife instantly shattered inch by inch, but the fleshy palm remained unabated.

pressed against his chest.

"boom!"

The man's feet suddenly sank, his face suddenly turned red, his throat bulged, and his shattered internal organs were vomited up to the sky along with a cavity of hot blood.

Suddenly, a jade-like fleshy palm was seen passing by, and the man's head was already tumbling to the ground. His headless body was standing upright, and blood splattered from his broken neck.

"Forget it, you don't need to come to me. I will go to the Six Sects Mountain Gate in person right now to level the martial arts world!"

Su Qing swept his right leg, and the headless body in front of him flew backwards like a scarecrow, causing several people to suffer broken tendons and fractures.

"kill!"

"Then kill!"

Su Qing let out a laugh, jumped up, and was already like a tiger among sheep. His hands were able to hold gold into clay many years ago, but now he doesn't know how far he has improved. His hands are like knives and swords, and everything he touches is not

The stump is a broken arm, blood is flying, and the sword is broken, as if you can separate gold and break jade.

In the wild forest, there were shouts of killing, the sound of swordsmen, wild laughter, and screams.

Just a cup of tea.

Everything in the forest fell into deathly silence again.

The dust has settled.

I don't know how long it took, but a round and fat monk rushed over from afar, holding a pair of huge gold cymbals in his hand. He looked around as if he was looking for something. Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly changed, and he exclaimed from the forest.

He suddenly fell down and fell to the ground. Looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes showed fear and he was dripping with cold sweat.

There were corpses all over the ground, but not a single one was intact, only broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground.

"Alin? Alin?"

The monk stood up and shouted loudly, but no one answered him.
Chapter completed!