Chapter 74 Kill

The sharp sword sound shocked everyone's ears and the blue-black glazed tiles on the roof were stabbed by the sharp sword sound, and hundreds of pieces were broken on the spot. On Wuqi's left arm, two short swords about four inches were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, twisting and struggling, but they could not break free from the constraints of Wuqi's body.

Although it is the cultivation of the innate meridian cultivation, Wuqi's cultivation of the thief sutra is too powerful. It steals the essence of other people's blood and energy to strengthen their own body, steals the cultivation of others to enhance their own cultivation, and steals the fragments of other people's souls to strengthen their souls. Everything is so incredible. Therefore, although his true qi cultivation is the state of innate meridian cultivation, his strength cannot be measured like this.

His body has been nourished by the essence of blood and energy of so many people, and now it is several times stronger than ordinary warriors in the innate meridian state. The toughness of his muscles and bones is almost as strong as that of warriors in the innate body state. The degree of condensation of his true qi is not inferior to that of warriors in the breath condensation state.

Such a powerful body and powerful true energy gathered together. Wuqi injected all the innate true water spirit into his left arm, and his left arm suddenly became like a cast of a Vajra. Although the two innate fetal breathing cultivators were sharp in flying swords, they were squeezed by Wuqi's flesh and blood. The flying sword could only whine sharply, and they struggled to the death and could not jump out of Wuqi's arm.

The two cultivators from the innate fetal breathing realm who sacrificed the flying swords stared blankly at the two flying swords embedded in Wuqi's arms, and were stunned. Although their flying swords were not of high level, they were also medium-grade magic weapons. Wherever the sword light passed, ordinary iron armor was divided into two. Can flesh and blood control the flying sword? This is a sensational thing. Could he be a human immortal with great success in the golden elixir?

The two monks looked at each other in horror, and spat out their true energy, pinched the sword skills and shouted loudly: "Qi!"

The two flying swords jumped violently together, making sharp sounds of swords. Blood was gushing out from Wuqi's arm where the flying sword pierced, and fell bit by bit on the ground that was already covered with blood.

Wuqi sneered and rushed towards the two monks. The innate true water spirit pivoted rapidly in his left arm meridians, making a low sound of water waves. Two invisible vortexes formed on his left arm. The core of the vortex was two flying swords embedded in his arm. The huge adsorption force firmly trapped the two flying swords, letting them jump and struggle quickly, and they could not escape Wuqi's hands.

Not only that, as the so-called dripping water stone penetrates, Wuqi's innate true water spirit weapon is still constantly eroding and eroding the flying sword, erasing the spiritual imprints left by the two monks on the flying sword and a wisp of true energy that controls the flying sword. Wuqi's soul strength is far stronger than these two monks at the innate fetal breathing level. Although it is one-on-two, the two monks still make the control of the flying sword more and more awkward.

The two cultivators were obviously the orthodox qi refiners. All their energy was to polish the true qi, sacrifice and refine flying swords, practice magic and talismans. This orthodox qi refiner was all focused on practicing. Although his foundation was stable and his cultivation was superb, his ability to adapt was lacking.

The flying sword was useless, and the two monks stubbornly spit out the innate true energy, constantly urging the flying sword, wanting to let the flying sword escape Wuqi's body and let the sword light slash Wuqi's head. They forgot that the distance between them and Wuqi was only a few feet long. This little space, even the peak acquired warrior, was only one step.

With a grim smile, Wuqi drew a large amount of spiritual energy in heaven and earth from the Tianshui Spirit Snake Pill, and instantly turned into rolling true energy and dispersed into the meridians all over his body. The blood and energy essence transformed by seven or eight armored soldiers outside his body was sucked into his body, and on the palm of his right hand and right knee, it condensed into two explosive balls of broken jade palm force.

A tiger pounced in front of the two monks, pressed his palm on the chest of the man on the left, raised his right knee hard, and pressed it against the outer kidney of the monk's lower body with all his strength. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth extracted from the Tianshui Ling Snake Pill and the blood energy of the seven or eight armored soldiers were divided into two equal parts, and they all rushed into the bodies of the two monks.

The bodies of the two monks suddenly expanded. After entering the fetal breathing period, all the energy and spirit of the monks were concentrated in their bodies. The older they were on the outside, the more shriveled and ugly they could be. But now, the true energy and blood qi that Wuqi forced into, the shriveled and atrophic skin of the two monks suddenly became white and shiny, and they swelled like a silkworm that was eating.

"Oops!"

Two screams were heard, and countless cracks as thick as fingers appeared on the surface of the bodies of the two real innate fetal breathing cultivators. The broken jade force burst out continuously in their bodies, and people inside and outside the hall heard the dull explosion sound from their bodies. Blood arrows continued to spew out from their seven orifices, and their breaths weakened rapidly.

"Die!" Wuqi glared at the two of them and shouted.

As soon as the tip of the bag moved, two poisonous thorns from Mengshan were grabbed by Wuqi and pierced into the eyebrows of the two men. Another wave of huge spiritual energy raised from the Tianshui Spirit Snake Pill penetrated into the brains of the two monks along the thorns, shattering their purple palace sea of ​​consciousness. Their souls also turned into countless fragments under the impact of the spiritual energy.

The big silk-wrapped hand was activated through the poisonous thorn, and a huge suction force was transmitted from the thorn. The two monks practiced hard for more than a hundred years before they reached the state of innate fetal breathing. The powerful condensed soul was comparable to the gathering of 100 souls of ordinary people. Such a huge soul was shattered into pieces and was extracted by secret techniques in the scriptures, turning into pure soul particles energy, injecting into Wuqi's sea of ​​consciousness.

The water waves of thousands of miles in the sea of ​​consciousness in Wuqi were spinning wildly, and the soul particles were washed over and over again by the water waves, washing the traces of the aura from the two monks on it. The pure soul energy turned into colorful light and rays and drilled out of the water waves, and turned into a colorful mist air in Wuqi's sea of ​​consciousness and floated slowly.

At this time, Wuqi no longer has the ability to digest and absorb such a huge amount of soul energy, so he can only temporarily store them in the sea of ​​consciousness and slowly absorb and merge in the future. Souls are the most important root of cultivators. If the soul is strong, the spiritual consciousness is strong. It is not easy to be invaded by external demons during cultivation, and it is not easy to go wrong when exercising skills. As long as all the soul energy of these two cultivators is absorbed, Wuqi will enter the Golden Pill stage in the future, which will be much easier.

It’s been so long, but it’s actually over in just a few strokes of fingers.

Two monks from the innate fetal breathing realm died tragically, and their bodies spewed out a large amount of black blood, and instantly they were drawn into two balls of black meat the size of a child. Then the broken jade force burst out, and two balls of black meat exploded, and countless blood and blood flew everywhere with poison, scaring people inside and outside the hall again.

With a grim smile, Wuqi pulled down the two medium-grade magic weapon-level flying swords inserted on his left arm and stuffed them into the treasure bag.

The innate true water spirit spiral flowed back and forth in the arms, constantly nourishing the wounds and allowing blood vessels and nerves to heal quickly. However, these two flying swords not only killed Wuqi's muscles and nerves, but also pierced through the bones of his left arm and damaged the bone marrow inside. This was a great harm to Wuqi's cultivation foundation.

If other practitioners have suffered bone marrow, they will have to take at least various spiritual medicines and take several months to carefully regulate their health. However, for Wuqi, although the injury is serious, as long as the blood and energy of a few people are stolen and the essence of the blood and energy are filled in, the injury will be almost healed in three or five days.

There was still a little blood and energy that had just been inhaled into the body. Wuqi mobilized them near the wound without hesitation. The scorching heat flow rushed towards the wound on the bones in waves, and the bones and bone marrow began to rebirth and heal at the speed that Wuqi could sense.

Yan Heluo originally thought that his two personal guards could easily solve Wuqi. When he saw two sword lights breaking through the air, he was sneering with a proud face and just got up from the ground. Before he could stand firm, Wuqi had already damaged himself in the most fierce and savage way, and then killed the two strongest innate fetal breathing cultivators around Yan Heluo.

Yan Heluo, who was about to laugh proudly, shook his body, and the laughter suddenly became in his throat, and it turned into a strange "climb" sound like a little hen that had just laid eggs. He looked at Wuqi tremblingly, but he couldn't understand why Wuqi, who had just been innately nourishing the veins, could kill the two strongest guards around him.

"You, you, someone is here!" Yan Heluo pointed at Wuqi, and finally let out a shrill long roar.

The guards brought by Yan Heluo from the hall had already rushed in, but the two monks just now had their bodies exploded, and countless black and poisonous flesh were flying all over the sky, so they had to scatter and avoid it. At this time, Yan Heluo screamed wildly, and they drew their swords and rushed towards Wuqi like a tide.

With a "clang" sound, a soft sword swept across the neck, like a poisonous snake, wrapping around Yan Heluo's neck three times. The soft sword is of good quality and is a sharp weapon carefully created by master craftsmen. The sharp sword edge is close to Yan Heluo's neck, and the biting cold air almost freezes his body, causing his sharp and unpleasant howling to abruptly end.

Lu Chengfeng held the hilt steadily, his fingers were not shaken at all. He stood behind Yan Heluo, and whispered coldly and ruthlessly: "King Ci, Wuqi is not only my chief disciple, but also my life and death brother. I'm sorry, if you want to kill him, I will kill you!"

Yan Heluo screamed as if he was a ghost: "Mr. Yan Le, are you crazy? Do you know the consequences of killing me?"

Lu Chengfeng said grimly, "So what if you kill you? At worst, you can wander around the world. As long as I have brothers and friends, how can I break out of a world? If you come to force me to find my Iron Mountain Refinery, this is to bully me from the door. You also want to kill my brothers of life and death, and kill my chief disciple. If you don't give me face, what if I kill you?"

Holding a sword in his right hand, Lu Chengfeng stretched out his left hand and gently patted Yan Heluo's cheek. Lu Chengfeng, who has always been gentle and elegant, has a sense of a gentle and elegant young man from a family, was like a wild wolf who was forced into a desperate situation, and brought a fierce murderous aura that was exactly like Wuqi.

"Yan Heluo, can you tell me if your neck is flesh and blood? Can this soft sword cut off your big head?"

Wuqi spitted a mouthful of blood, and 'hehe' smiled strangely and raised a thumb at Lu Chengfeng: "Hey, don't you force me to throw you away in this life? Hey, hehe, it's indeed a good brother!"

None of the soldiers who rushed into the hall dared to move. Wuqi walked to Yan Heluo with a slap in front of Yan Heluo, and almost flew out with a slap in the face. Yan Heluo's neck tilted, the sword tip tightened, and a large piece of white oily skin on his neck was cut, and blood flowed down in a flash.
Chapter completed!