Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 537

  Chapter 537 Assault

  Mountain climbing: Consummation.

  Movement speed increased by 5%, and complex mountain terrain weakened body skills by 5%.

  Mountain climbing in the perfect state seems to have more than the above two benefits, at least when moving, the sound made is smaller than that of ordinary people.

  Under the darkness of night.

   Zhou Yi is like a hunter hiding in the night, following behind a group of people, every time he makes a move, he will silently drag one person into the darkness.

"Ok?"

  One of them frowned slightly, as if he sensed something was wrong. He glanced left and right, and his face immediately changed color.

next moment.

  A big hand stretched out from the darkness, covering his mouth that was about to yell, and the cold blade immediately lay across his throat.

  The strength of the palm was very strong, and the cry was firmly pressed in the throat.

  The blade pressed down and slowly cut into the throat, and the blood slid down the blade and flowed on the clothes, and the struggle became weaker and weaker.

   Waiting until there was no more sound, Zhou Yifang let go of his palm and continued to pounce on the next person.

  The night is dark, and murderous intentions are hidden.

   "Here we are, this is the one."

   Ma Gong stretched out his hand and said in a muffled voice:

   "Be careful, even though Zhou Yi was a refugee two years ago, Brother Chen's skin refining skills are no less powerful than mine, but he was planted here."

   "It must have been tricked by something." He Fang said:

   "In two years, at most, the exchange of blood can be completed, and it is impossible to kill a skin-refining warrior head-on."

"Ok."

   Ma Gong nodded.

  He thought so too.

   But being cautious is his style.

  Because of the Lin family's relationship, the Red Lotus Sect had little penetration into Kunshan City, so in the end they chose to rely on the power of the Giant Whale Gang.

   "Meng Jian." He Fang motioned to the person beside him:

   "Go in and have a look."

"yes!"

  The man named Meng Jian was also a leather martial artist, holding two short spears, nodded when he heard the words, and rushed forward two steps and jumped into the small courtyard.

  The voice came from inside immediately:

   "Sister Fang, there should be no one living here for a long time."

"Oh!"

  He Fang raised her eyebrows and waved her hand to signal others to follow.

   "Shua!"

  She and Ma Gong jumped into the small courtyard one after the other, scanning the audience in the dark night.

  "The weeds are overgrown, and it is true that there has been no one for a while, so it seems that the owner of this place is even more suspicious, otherwise there is no reason to leave."

"Ok."

   Ma Gong nodded, looked around, his complexion suddenly changed, and his body tensed up:

   "No!"

"What's wrong?"

  He Fang and Meng Jian looked sideways.

   "Where are the others?" Even in the dark night, Ma Gong's pale face was clearly discernible. The corners of his eyes twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said:

   "How many people to start with?"

"eleven…"

  As soon as He Fang's voice fell, her beautiful eyes shrank instantly:

   "Six people are missing!"

   "Two dogs!"

"black Wolf!"

  Meng Jian tentatively yelled twice, but there were only a few dog barks in response, and the six people who had come together had disappeared unknowingly.

   "You two."

   He Fang clenched her teeth and growled at the remaining two:

   "Go out and have a look!"

  The weird situation caused the remaining two people to panic, but they were afraid of the other party's despicable power and did not dare to resist. They nodded and walked cautiously towards the courtyard wall.

  The two turned over one after another, and then there was a strange sound.

"Who?"

  He Fang shouted loudly, leaped out of the courtyard wall, and in mid-air a soft sword appeared in his hand, shining brightly on one side.

  Meng Jian and Ma Gong followed closely behind and jumped out.

  The three of them landed one after another, but what they saw were two corpses.

  In this short blink of an eye, the two members of the giant whale gang, who were considered to be vigorous, were killed.

"Who?"

  Meng Jian held a gun in front of He Fang and roared loudly:

"come out!"

   "Wow woof..."

   "Wow!"

  The dogs barked one after another, and in some courtyards there was even a slight 'rustling' sound, obviously they heard the movement here.

   "Why so loud?"

  In the darkness, a figure walked out slowly, shaking his head and saying:

   "Other people still have to go to work tomorrow, yelling and disturbing people's peace in the middle of the night, where is your public morality?"

   "Who are you?" He Fang held a soft sword with cautious eyes:

   "How dare you offend the Giant Whale Gang, do you know what will happen?"

   "Heh..." Zhou Yi hummed softly, and shook the long knife in his hand:

   "I'm going to ask for advice!"

   "Zhou Yi?" Ma Gong said in a deep voice:

   "Is that you?"

   "Yes or no, it is meaningless now." Zhou Yi smiled lightly:

   "Three, you might as well make a move!"

  He was standing with a knife in his hand, with a relaxed posture and a relaxed expression. At first glance, he was full of flaws, but for some reason, people dared not act rashly.

Knife!

   Ma Gong narrowed his eyes, looking at the long knife in Zhou Yi's hand.

  He found that no matter how Zhou Yi moved, the blade did not shake at all, and even the movement of Qi and blood seemed to be suppressed.

   There are many masters of the Red Lotus Sect, and naturally there are many masters of swordsmanship among them, but there are very few who can do this.

  Even the Red Raspberry Fragrance Master, who has perfect cultivation of viscera, can't do it!

"careful."

  Ma Gong said in a low voice:

   "This person is very skilled with swords!"

  He Fang and Meng Jian couldn't help feeling tense when they heard the words.

   "Meng Jian!"

"yes."

  Meng Jian took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and approached slowly with a gun in his hand.

  The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, and also the thief of a hundred soldiers. It is powerful, fast, and has many changes in fighting with others, which is often difficult to guard against.

   Double guns are even more so!

  The short spear in Meng Jian's hand was no more than three inches long.

   "Shua!"

   Guns go with people.

  Combined with the pace, it was obviously a straight stab, but suddenly it turned into a direct hit to the waist and ribs, and the two guns chained together, making it even more unpredictable to resist.

  Meng Jian, who was successful in making leather, relied on this pistol technique to secure his unshakable position by He Dong's side.

"Ding…"

"when!"

  The sound of collision sounded.

  While Zhou Yi, who was holding a knife in his hand, still had a green face, his knife skills were terrifyingly sophisticated, and with a flash of the knife's light, he firmly blocked the attacking short spear.

  The knife trembled, and the spear style that had been tempered for a long time showed instability in an instant.

   Three tricks!

  Both are skin refiners, even with similar cultivation bases, he is sure to kill his opponent on the spot within three moves!

  But besides Meng Jian, there were two other people in the field.

   "Clatter..."

   Ma Gong has always been cautious, but once he has made a decision, he can instantly abandon distracting thoughts, go all out, and make a move faster than He Fang.

  Red lotus palm!

  The karma is raging!

  When he struck out his palms, Ma Gong's hands were red, and his moves were as fierce as a crossbow in the wind.

   "Peng!"

  The strength of the palm was actually an explosive sound from the void of the whipping.

  Skin refining success!

  No one thought that Ma Gong, who had been silent and breathless all this time and had no sense of presence in the teaching, would actually have a cultivation level that was about to refine his internal organs.

   Palm technique is also so good.

  The timing of the palm strike was just right, the force of the palm directly hit the place where Zhou Yi should have relieved his force after the sword was thrown, and it directly hit the key points of the gong.

"interesting."

   Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows.

   This opponent was indeed beyond his expectations.

  At the moment, he can only temporarily abandon the action of chasing and killing Meng Jian, and the long knife is pulled back, and it is cut towards the palms.

  Swordsmanship has moves, movement strength has inertia, not to mention ordinary people, even warriors are not easy to change their moves in an emergency, but he can.

  The near-perfect Fengfeng Dao technique is no longer limited to moves, and each move is completely natural.

even.

  Even if a martial arts master is here, it is impossible to recognize what kind of sword technique Zhou Yi is using, and he will only be amazed at the wonderful handling of the sword.

   Ma Gong's heart shuddered, and his palm had to stagnate.

   "Zheng!"

   At this time.

  He Fang stood up and drew his sword.

   Return to the wind and blow the willows!

  The sword is like a breeze and as strong as a silk ribbon. The soft sword comes out suddenly and wraps around Zhou Yi's wrist. The sword art is like a smart snake, ready to go.

  Different from the other two.

  In addition to protecting her cheeks, He Fang opened the middle door wide and did not defend at all, so the attack was the most violent of the three.

   "Clatter..."

  The sound of iron armor colliding made Zhou Yi raise his eyebrows.

  A stomach!

  He Fang was wearing soft armor, no wonder he was so bold!

"superior!"

  Ma Gong was refreshed for a while, and raised his palm again.

  Meng Jian stabbed with a long spear without saying a word.

  Among the three, even Meng Jian, who has the lowest cultivation level, is also an expert in leather refining.

  Ma Gong is hiding his secrets, and He Fang is wearing soft armor.

   This joint effort, even in the face of visceral martial artists, has the power to fight!

  The soft sword, short spear, and red lotus blood palm are intertwined and intertwined with each other, almost forming a large net, trapping the figures inside.

"it is good!"

   Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, and his figure advanced instead of retreating.

  Xue Liang's knife light suddenly appeared, and the biting cold went straight to the heart. Under the light of the knife, the three of them teamed up as ridiculous as children playing.

  The three of them are not one after all, the point of the knife light is full of flaws everywhere.

   Suffered!

not good!

   Ma Gong and the others were beating their hearts wildly, and it was He Fang who was a woman who reacted first.

"ah!"

  Called out in shock, she roared in her mouth, the whole person did not retreat but advanced, the soft sword danced wildly, facing the incoming knife light and slammed straight into it.

  She wants to fight hard to see if the stomach on her body is hard enough.

   And she knows very well that someone will not die.

   "Sister Fang, no!"

  Meng Jian's complexion changed drastically. He didn't care about other things at the moment, and charged forward with his gun. He had admired He Fang for a long time, and subconsciously wanted to protect him with his life. He was actually a caring person.

  Ma Gong's eyes flickered, but he was the only one among the three who chose to retreat.

   "Shua!"

  The sharp blade light flickered in the eyes, and the cold and fierce air instantly shattered the interception, which also reflected the terrified eyes.

  Under the light of the sword, all resistance seemed powerless.

   "Poof!"

   Breathing, Meng Jian's heart was torn open, and he flew upside down; He Fang rushed forward, running several feet before staggering to the end, his beautiful head rolled off his neck.

   Ma Gong, who was about to escape just now, was pierced through the waist by the flying long knife, struggling to resist, and collided head-on with his palm.

  The stele thrower: Dacheng.

   Split hanging style!

   "Peng!"

   Ma Gong's body swayed, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered to the ground, his eyes were full of unwillingness and doubt.

how is this possible?

  Who the **** is he?

   "Hoo..."

  Zhou Yi exhaled lightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes slowly dissipated.

  As early as when there were only three people left in the other party, the ending was already doomed. Thanks to the fairy mushroom soup, in just a few months, he had successfully refined the skin.

   Refining the dirty organs is just around the corner.

   The progress is so fast, in addition to the amazing medicinal effect of Xiangu Decoction, it is also because the Dingyang pile has improved during this period and has reached the level of proficiency.

  The Dingyang Stake, which is proficient in the realm, greatly increased the speed at which he absorbed the medicine.

nowadays…

   Leather refining (89/100)

  Ma Gong's cultivation is probably no more than this.

"Ok?"

   Noticing something, Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, and the sea of ​​consciousness light curtain emerged.

  Others have not changed much, only in the column of the wind-split knife technique, the data of Dacheng has disappeared, and it has been changed to the word "Complete".

  Splitting Wind Knife Technique: Consummation!

  Increases the power of the knife by 5%, the speed of the knife by 7%, and the speed of the comprehension of the saber technique by 8% (the comprehension speed of the same type of saber technique is doubled).

   At the same time, countless insights about the wind splitting knife technique naturally came to mind.

   "Shua!"

  Zhou Yi held the knife in his hand, the light of the knife flashed in the air, and a shallow crack suddenly appeared on the wall beyond Misch before the tip of the knife.

  Sword wind can also kill?

   This is a skill that only marrow warriors can use!

   "Hoo..."

  A gust of cold wind blows, snow falls all over the sky.

  He Dong opened the curtain of the car, reached out to catch a snowflake, his eyes were leisurely, like a wise man who saw all the joys, sorrows and joys of life, and murmured:

"Snowing."

   "Yes." Yang Wu rode his horse to the side and said:

   "Director He, the road is slippery in snowy weather, especially the mountain road is even more difficult, and it's getting late, how about we rest at the foot of the mountain today?"

   "There can be no mistakes in worshiping the Buddha." He Dong clasped his hands together:

   "If the snow is not heavy, try to go up the mountain."

   "This..." Yang Wu raised his head, glanced at the snow that was getting bigger and bigger, and shook his head gently:

   "I'm afraid it won't work."

   "It's okay for three or five people to go up the mountain. There are so many people with cars and sedan chairs and burning incense. Even if they go up the mountain, I'm afraid they will miss the time."

  He Dong's complexion darkened, and his eyes were cold.

  But after a while, he shook his head again:

   "Forget it, today is the day of worshiping the Buddha, don't get angry, so let's rest at the foot of the mountain, and prepare everything for worshiping the Buddha."

"yes."

  Yang Wu heaved a sigh of relief, nodded yes, rode his horse forward, and at the same time passed the news to others, which also attracted low cheers.

   This kind of going up to the mountain is suffering for them.

   "Drive!"

   "Driving..."

   Chariots and horses headed straight for Silver Spring Mountain.

  There are temples on the mountain and courtyards at the foot of the mountain.

  The courtyard is also a temporary residence for those who go up the mountain to worship the Buddha. There are no other people in the courtyard in this weather, only He Dong and his party are stationed in the courtyard.

  More than 20 people were busy, and it took half a minute to rest.

   "I don't know why it is so troublesome for the supervisor to worship the Buddha? Candles, incense, and dust whisks are understandable, but there is a mirror?"

   "Hush..."

   Someone whispered:

   "Silence!"

   "Don't talk nonsense. Respecting the Buddha is very important to the supervisor. Some people were beaten to death for saying one more sentence."

"what!"

  The man who complained just now turned pale.

   "You don't understand." Someone squatted under the eaves, smoking a dry pipe and said:

   "The supervisor was very down and out when he was young, but he became popular after meeting a nobleman. Since then, he has the habit of worshiping Buddha."

   "For so many years, the supervisor has never missed the day of worshiping the Buddha. Even if he didn't go up the mountain, he still had to find a quiet room to worship the Buddha."

"I see."

  Everyone was stunned.

   "Get up!" The roar sounded:

   "What are you doing one by one? No business, go around and watch out for someone assassinating the supervisor!"

   "Who would assassinate in this weather and at this time?" Some people were speechless, but under the urging of the guards, they got up one by one.

   Don't think that Director He is merciful because he pays homage to the Buddha tirelessly.

   Quite the opposite.

  Everyone knows that Director He likes to use heavy punishments the most, and the punishment for his subordinates is also the heaviest.

  The crowd scattered and guarded around the manor. The cold wind was piercing and sleepy, and their attitude was unavoidably a little loose.

   "Poof!"

  Among the flying snow, a hidden arrow suddenly shot.

  The arrow pierced through the throat, bringing out a stream of blood. The body of the person hit by the arrow froze, with despair in his eyes, and his body slowly fell down.

   "Shua!"

  One person jumped out of the snow, supported his body, and slowly put it on the ground, then waved his hand slightly to the rear, pulled out the dagger at his waist and rushed forward silently.

   Rear.

  One after another, figures appeared one after another, rushing towards the courtyard.

  (end of this chapter)

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