"clang"

The sound of the blade breaking sounded on this infiltrating river beach.

Mo Laodao was holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, but the long sword had been broken into four or five sections, and a clear fist mark was printed on his chest. He felt like he was hit by a siege hammer and plowed out two gullies under his feet.

He wanted to stop and retreat, but the huge force made it difficult for him to do it. The cold and cold air force hit his body randomly, which made him unable to gather true qi to defend.

"puff"

The old Taoist's hair danced randomly, fell to the ground, raised his head and spewed out a wisp of blood. In front of him, Chen Qiu retracted the fist path of the Liangyi Divine Fist and slammed his fingers gently.

The broken sword blade, led by Gongshu's skillful hand, was lifted into the air like a flying sword, and when the true energy exploded, it was like a hidden weapon hitting the old Taoist who fell to the ground.

The latter stared at the wide eyes and danced a broken sword, trying to block one or two.

"Bang"

Another cold air mass exploded in his body, and the severe pain broke out, making his eyes dark, and the sword stance he had just lifted suddenly broke.

"Puff, puff, puff"

Four broken blades pierced into the flesh and blood, splashing blood, causing the old Taoist to scream in pain. After a moment, the tendons of the hands and feet were all broken.

He twitched and was about to scold him, but he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him.

The next moment, his cold five fingers pressed against his chin and lifted the thin old man into the air.

"I'm so old that I still learn from young people to fight and kill, but I don't look like a senior at all. What kind of ethics is it?"

Chen Qiu's gentle voice came to Lao Dao's ears.

What was transmitted into his body was also the cold and cold energy, like a group of poisonous snakes, wandering around the meridians and acupuncture points in his body.

He knew what Chen Qiu was going to do!

During these seven or eight days, he knew exactly what the two disciples and elders of the sect who were destroyed in Xiaoxiang were going to have.

"No! No!"

The old Taoist struggled wildly like a fish caught from the river.

But, I can't resist it.

"Go back and enjoy your old age, Taoist priest."

If this tone is gentle and without a trace of murderous intent, it is like an announcement of a verdict. The next moment, the cold air of Shuoxue surged and exploded on the meridian points in various parts of the old Taoist path.

It was like ice formed in the body. The true energy that the old Taoist cultivated after practicing for a lifetime was pressed into the Dantian by the strong cold air, and then destroyed it together with the Dantian as the cold air burst.

"puff"

Blood was overflowing from the corner of the old Taoist's mouth, and the cold and cold air was pressed away from the surface of his body. In the extreme pain, his eyes were turning white.

"Bang"

After a few breaths, the old Taoist was thrown on the river beach.

Chen Qiu shook the blood of his fingers, and couldn't even look at the deposed master.

He turned around and saw that the people in the world behind him seemed to rush up to take advantage of the chaos to grab the secret treasures. He sneered, stretched out his palm, and buckled it on the black stone tablet that recorded the exquisite techniques.

Add true energy to let the sound spread throughout the river beach.

He said:

"Mr. Chen is here to be the disciples of the three sects. You can save your lives, so don't join in the fun!"

He kicked the decaying bookcase next to him, and his true energy burst out from his feet. The secret books that recorded the exquisite external skills of the Xuannv Sect were thrown into the crowd of people in the world like the scattered flowers of the heavenly girl.

"Don't you want the exquisite martial arts? For you!

Don’t rob, since ancient times, treasures are occupied by those with virtue.”

Amid Shen Qiu's smile, dozens of books of martial arts were flying everywhere.

Seeing the treasure flying, some of the scattered people immediately flew up, grabbed one or two volumes, and flew back in all directions.

In a moment of chaos, the booklet thrown out by Chen Qiu was stolen.

Those scattered people in the world who had obtained the treasure protected the treasure in vain. The remaining people's eyes were red. They ignored Chen Qiu and the four of them who were massacring disciples of the three sects. They turned around and chased them out.

In just over a dozen breaths, more than a dozen corpses were left on the bustling river beach. Most of the people in the world were chasing the treasures and scattered in a hurry.

It's lively and it's miserable.

No wonder the disciples of the Jianghu Sect don’t look down on these scattered people very much. The movements of people dying for money and birds dying for food are really despised.

If the booklet is a person, unite and print the booklet to others, everyone has treasures to take, and there is no need to bleed and fight.

But in this situation, those dozens of martial arts will inevitably trigger a series of storms in the martial arts world in Xiaoxiang.

Martial arts are indeed good martial arts.

But after being stained with blood and forming enemies, it is a spread of resentment that cannot be resolved.

Wow, it's a pity.

Chen Qiu shook his head and ignored the scattered people in the world who were pursuing fugitives. His eyes fell on the black stone tablet that was locked in front of him.

The stone tablet has traces of weathering, and it looks like an ancient object, and it is also carved with dragons and phoenixes, which is very exquisite.

Those fly-headed small calligraphy, the mysterious writing, Chen Qiu read it carefully. This Laojun Yunyou Sutra is indeed a bit magical. Elder Sun has good eyesight, and his internal skills are definitely the best in the world.

If that sect can do it, it will be the cornerstone of its rise.

"The fairy spirit is so stern, and it is really a good practice."

Chen Qiu exclaimed, the five fingers clasped on the stone tablet tightened, and the true energy accumulated in the fist gloves of Tianji Wuchang burst out. Amid his admiration, the thick stone tablet was blessed by the true energy and crushed into powder bit by bit.

"It's a pity that the things in Penglai are unknown."

The smile on his face dissipated, replaced by a hint of indifference.

As the fingers pressed down, the gravel of the thick stone tablet flew out, as if it was bombarded by a heavy hammer and shattered into the smallest stone powder. Ten breaths later, the stone tablet that recorded Laojun's Yunyou Sutra was left with only one base.

The gray stone powder circulates around the black robe of Chen Qiu and is blown into the distant river water in the cold wind.

A set of high-end exercises, which was destroyed in less than a quarter of an hour after seeing the sun again, and returned to the long river of time. However, this time, no one could piece it back together again.

"Secret treasure, haha."

Chen Qiu curled his lips and turned around. Elder Sun, who was covered in blood, and Sect Master Chen, whose arms were deposed by the Wanhua Ling Jade Finger, were carried by the mountain ghost and thrown at his feet.

Not far behind, Xiao Tie was chasing the disciples of the three sects, and three crested eagles attacked from the sky.

Xiao Tie is very cautious in his actions.

Not taking life.

Just interrupting your hands and feet and squandering your martial arts.

This job is not difficult. Just the weight of Juque Sword and the divine power of Xiao Tie, as long as it is smashed down or hit, it will be a result of the destruction of all the roots and bones for these disciples of the sect.

"Demon! Demon!"

The leader of Sect Chen had his arms crippled and lay on the ground. His face was covered in blood and he shouted loudly at Chen Qiu and the other two.

Elder Sun is more pragmatic.

He fell to the ground, his face full of shock. Regardless of the body that had been stabbed by a dozen wounds by the mountain ghost, he just pulled it with both hands, trying to gather the small stones on the ground together.

There are also handwriting on those stones.

That is the last remnant of the sect's internal strength, and that is the hope for the rise of the sect.

Just now, just now, I had touched it and had seen the future of the Iron Fist Sect standing proudly in Xiaoxiang.

but...

It's like a dream.

I was destroyed by the person in front of me and the demon in front of me!

He was trying hard to recall.

I just saw this extremely powerful internal skill.

Yes, I can still remember some of it. Although I can't remember it completely, I can still barely remember it.

"Are you recalling those words?"

Chen Qiu's gentle voice came from above.

Elder Sun suddenly raised his head and saw a moment when the sword light broke through the air and stabbed into his mouth.

As soon as the sword light fell, half of the blood light lit up. In the severe pain, my mind was in chaos, and the words that were being recalled were also interrupted by the severe pain.

"No!"

The elder screamed in a hoarse voice, but the scream came to a silence afterwards.

The tongue was cut.

I can't speak anymore.

"Ba, bha"

Chen Qiu raised his foot and stepped on Elder Sun's wrist like lightning. The sound of bone cracks suddenly broke out, and his ten fingers were also destroyed.

pain.

The pain filled the body, making Elder Sun's eyes turn black.

"Elder Sun, your ancestors have had an adventure in Xiangjiang River. They have obtained a volume of Qingjiao skills and established the Iron Fist Sect. They have passed on it for three generations. They have harmed more than a hundred people. Now you have an adventure again."

Chen Qiu squatted down, grabbed Elder Sun's hair, looked at the face with tears in his eyes, and said:
To be continued...