Tales of Herding Gods - 624. Chapter 592 Dangerous Breath (third more!)
“Good knife technique!”
Wriluo looked at the butcher who was shining in the air, and couldn’t help but praised: “It’s really a good sword technique! Kaihuang Tiantian has outstanding people, even in the era of Taoist magical powers and faults, there are still such outstanding characters, and they are indeed a man. Good place!”
He saw the butcher’s swordsmanship, and he yearned for Daxu even more.
Compared to him, the butcher is very “young”. Although he has not obtained a complete cultivation system, he has entered the Dao with the sword technique, reaching a sword technique that the Taihuangtian and many gods and demons of the demon clan have never reached.
Vuriluo could see that if the butcher fills up his shortcomings in the future, he has the hope of becoming a true god. Having such an attainment at a young age, this must be the function of opening the emperor’s heavenly court!
“This trick was not passed to me…”
Bashan Jijiu opened his mouth wide, his voice was thunderous, and turned his head to look at Qin Mu: “Did the teacher pass it to you?”
Qin Mu said honestly: “It’s passed on. But my realm is not enough, I can’t show it.”
Bashan Jijiu said angrily: “The old man is partial! This trick is too strong, too strong…”
It wasn’t that the butcher was eccentric. The butcher crawled up to the disabled village back then, most of the time he was crazy, cursing the thief every day, wanting to kill him, and when he was awake, he was reticent and silent.
At that time, the butcher was very bitter. What was bitter was not that he only had his upper body left. What was bitter was that he could not kill the sky, avenge his friends, and hate his sword.
In order to deal with Yang Xingjun and other gods in the sky, he has been fighting madness, thinking of countless kinds of swordsmanship, and still can’t break the magical powers of the gods in the sky.
He is crazy because he thinks too much.
After Granny Si picked up Qin Mu from the riverside, the butcher’s crazy heart was gradually unraveled by the little doll, and she found support in her heart.
Since then, the madman Tu’s madness has gradually become less and less. He used to think too much and wanted to be mad, but after Qin Mu came, his heart was calm and he gradually integrated his previous thoughts.
When he entered the Dao with the sword technique, he created the ninth form of the sky sword, the sword opened the moon ring.
This sword is his work for entering the Tao, and he has become the unparalleled master of the sword in the world.
Bashan Jijiu had learned the Eight Methods of Heavenly Swords in the past, but the butcher really bothered him. Every time he saw him, he would walk around from a distance. He was only overtaken by Bashan not long ago. This trick will not be passed on to him in the future. .
Moreover, the technique of opening the moon ring with the sword is extremely demanding not only for the cultivation base, but also for the skill of the sword. Bashan Jijiu has already embarked on the path of confluence of warfare, and it is impossible to enter the way with the sword, so even the butcher Pass it to him may not be able to learn.
Yang Xingjun’s blood spilled from the sky, turning a hundred miles around him into a sea of fire. His blood is Golden Crow blood, which contains the essence of the sun, and it turns into a flame when it hits the ground, and the flame will last for a long time.
Suddenly, a big sun fell in the sky, hitting the ground, and the earth shook, turning the big sunset into a sea of fire.
Qi Jiuyi frowned, then his brows stretched out.
Yang Xingjun is dead, it is not a bad thing for him, Yang Xingjun is his helper invited by the lower realm this time, after all, Yang Xingjun has been in the lower realm and is familiar with geography.
Qi Jiuyi asked Yang Xingjun to come out to find Qin Mu through his hands. Since Qin Mu was found, it doesn’t matter whether Yang Xingjun is dead or alive.
The butcher stepped forward, carrying a long knife, and Yang Xingjun’s blood splashed on his body, making his body set on fire, but he was a Suzaku spirit body, and this injury was not a major problem.
“readily!”
The butcher cracked a big hole in his chest, and vaguely saw the pulsating heart under his ribs. Obviously he did not feel well in the battle with Yang Xingjun just now. He suffered a lot of injuries, but he smiled and said: “Hundreds of years of madness, a knife Splitting, it’s so damn refreshing!”
The pharmacist hurriedly stepped forward, took a close look at his wound, frowned and said, “The pig killer, you were almost killed, and you are so cool? Your wound is left with Yang Xingjun’s supernatural powers, and I can’t get rid of it for you. , Come by yourself. Be careful, don’t squeeze your heart. You are not a star, you can live with your heart. You’re so cool, but you almost lost your life. You shouldn’t be like this. reckless.”
“Swordsmanship doesn’t have so many changes like swordsmanship. The real swordsmanship is a trick that goes straight to life and death. Take it, live! Can’t take it, die! It’s that simple!”
The butcher even put the knife in its sheath, with a burst of shouts, countless tiny blade lights flickering in the wound on his chest, and directly wiped out the remaining Yang Xingjun’s supernatural powers, and said in a deep voice: “I used to be exquisite and complicated. But after the sword technique entered the Tao, the complexity became simple. The previous night battles, the wind and rain, and the thousands of waves in the East China Sea, were too troublesome. Now the long sword hanging on the moon and the sword opening the moon ring are getting easier and simpler.”
Wuriluo looked back around and said to many demon magicians: “Remember his words, it makes sense. Spells, magical powers, and combat skills will all be simplified in the future, but he didn’t say the whole thing. Simplified, it’s made from complex. To enter Simplification, there is complexity first, which is a necessary journey. Without experiencing the complexity, one cannot understand the simplicity. The so-called simpleness is to condense the lines and gather the lines.”
Many demon clan magical powers seemed to understand but nodded one after another.
Qin Mu could not help but compliment inwardly: “Buriluo’s vision is indeed extremely brilliant. He is a great master. He is worthy of being a true demon and a king. I created the first style of the robbery sword, also from the complex to the simple. The so-called Jane is actually not simple. Swordsmanship seems to be simple, but in fact it mobilizes all power and has Taoist rhyme, so its power is extraordinary.”
Ordinary magical powers can mobilize one or two percent of all your own power, because all your own power is actually extremely huge. For example, your right hand and left hand each have a hundred kilograms of power, and your legs each have a hundred kilograms of power. Not a force of four hundred catties.
The power in the body of the supernatural powers is more complex, with the power brought by the transportation of blood, the power brought by the access to the tendons, the power of the vitality movement, the power of the soul, the power of the gods, and the brand of runes, etc. Different forces.
Exerting these powers is magical powers.
Great supernatural powers can mobilize 50 or 60%, which is already commendable. Only when the supernatural powers created by oneself are more suitable for oneself, can they exert more power.
And the power that can be exerted by the magical powers of the enlightenment that I have realized is extremely terrifying, and basically all of his own powers have been developed.
From the complex to the simple, the complex is the process of groping out one’s own various powers, which is indispensable.
Qi Jiuyi praised: “Buriluo’s knowledge is not bad.”
Qin Mu glanced at him and praised: “Brother Qi’s knowledge is not bad.”
Qi Jiuyi smiled slightly.
The pharmacist checked the butcher’s wound again, pulled out the fire poison with a silver needle, and said with a smile: “I don’t need this little injury. Muer, call your fat guy over and lick it, and you can invigorate blood and build muscle.”
Long Qilin hurried over and said with a smile: “Master Tu, Xiao Long is about to lick.”
The butcher quickly looked at Qin Mu: “Mu’er, do you have a bottled one?”
The pharmacist sternly said: “The ambergris is still fresh, the bottle is not fresh, and the wound is healing slowly!”
The butcher will be skeptical.
“Brother Qin, Yang Xingjun has already cut off his grievances, and the Heavenly Sword’s injury is no longer a serious problem. Now your mind should be calmed down, right?”
Qi Jiuyi looked at Qin Mu, smiled and said, “It’s our turn.”
Qin Mu was about to speak, suddenly a knife light lit up, and then divided into two, two, four, and eight, constantly splitting!
“Zhe Huali!”
Qin Mu’s heart moved slightly, and suddenly the sky was filled with the light of the sword, and it turned into a slash and fell, where the light of the sword fell, and the air split to both sides!
Bianriluo flicked his sleeves and forced everyone back where the sword light passed. The sword light reached ten li, and the huge sword light slashed towards Qi Jiuyi!
Qi Jiuyi’s pupils shrank suddenly and suddenly relaxed, letting the sword light come to him.
The light of the sword suddenly trembled and split, turning into more than a dozen sword lights and slashing towards Qi Jiuyi, like a peacock opening the screen, but suddenly closed, these more than a dozen sword lights brushed Qi Jiuyi’s nose and swept across it. Reach him.
Suddenly the sword light retracted. Ten miles away, Zhe Huali stuck the demon sword behind him and strode forward. Although his complexion was a bit unpleasant, he was very energetic. Obviously he has suffered a lot in order to make breakthroughs these days. .
The butcher looked at Zhe Huali and sighed suddenly, with a grim expression: “One of my two disciples has embarked on the path of confluence of tactics, and the other has understood the way of swordsmanship. No one has learned the subtlety of swordsmanship, but this one. Anyone who took a glance at my swordsmanship realized it.”
Bashan Jijiu’s face blushed, and Qin Mu was calm and unashamed: “I have entered the Dao with swordsmanship, and I am more talented than Bashan Brother, the village chief is very pleased.”
Vuriluo looked at Zhehuali, amazed, and said, “Zhehuali, you can be a teacher.”
Zhe Huali bowed and thanked him, then stood up, his gaze fell sharply on Qin Mu, and then moved to Qi Jiuyi’s face, his eyes flickered: “Qin Mu belongs to me. I want to kill him before me. , I will kill you first.”
The lame man was surprised and said: “Mu’er, you are quite popular.”
Qin Mu’s face suddenly darkened.
Qi Jiuyi said indifferently: “Zhe Huali, you learned from the general Luo Wushuang of the Lingxiu Army? I saw the traces of his Wushuang sword from your swordsmanship. The magical sword Luo Wushuang, swordsmanship enters the way, he is in the heavenly court. The younger generation who is responsible for teaching the Lingxiu Army, you have to tell him the truth, very good, but do you know who I am?”
Zhe Huali shook his head: “Don’t ask who you are, if you want to kill him, you die first.”
Qi Jiuyi shook his head: “Luo Wushuang’s disciple is too ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth. He has realized the skill of a sword. He has just stepped out of Luo Wushuang’s shadow and dared to challenge me. Brother Qin, you have to look at me and the demon clan. Do you have a master showdown? I’ll give you a chance.”
Qin Mu squinted his eyes, and felt an extremely dangerous aura from him!
Qi Jiuyi’s body seemed to be gradually awakening from a wild and wild beast!
This feeling is like the real dragon that urges the Ancestral Dragon Taixuan Gong, but Qi Jiuyi is definitely not a dragon, but a Feng clan!
“Too bad!”
Qin Mu’s heart was shocked: “Qi Jiuyi has cultivated a technique that reaches the throne of the emperor!”
The lame man didn’t know when he appeared behind him, and he instructed him: “Mu’er, you must counsel you when you should be counseled, and you must slip when you should slip away. It is absolutely correct to believe in the teachings of the lame grandfather.”
Qin Mu suddenly became excited, clenched his fists, and his voice was a little hoarse: “Grandpa lame, a master of the Emperor’s throne technique, I have never beaten him to death!”
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