A short-sized elderly practitioner walked in and looked at the drinkers in the center of the tavern with his eyes as he looked at the diners in the middle of the tavern, with a gloomy face.
The old man is not tall, but he is extremely imposing. He stood there like eternal ice. His figure appeared in the tavern, and the air in the tavern seemed to solidify. Not only all practitioners seeking pleasure
As they softened, even the erect buttocks of the girls in front of them appeared, and several girls shivered directly.
As soon as the old man appeared, the temperature in the tavern seemed to drop a few degrees!
Those drinkers were regular customers, and they all had their own residence nearby, and they were always here every day. Several people obviously knew this practitioner. When they saw the short old man, they stood up one by one and smiled:
"Mr. Qiu, you are old!"
"You said just now, the Emperor is incompetent?" The old man surnamed Qiu looked stern and stared at a thin middle-aged monk and said coldly. His voice was cold and cold, as if it was coming from the Nine Nether Ghost Realm.
Creepy.
"Sir, I..." Under the cold eyes of the old man, the middle-aged monk's cold sweat suddenly surged out.
"Is that right?" the old man surnamed Qiu suddenly raised his voice and shouted sternly.
"Sir!" The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and actually knelt on the ground with a plop, "I admit that I said this! But I only said one sentence, I just followed them to make a fuss! The few of them said it
It's just unpleasant!" After saying that, he pointed to the drinkers around him.
The faces of the drunkards changed, and they all looked at the drunkard with resentment, but they did not dare to speak.
"It's all you said!" The old man surnamed Qiu smiled coldly, and a cold light suddenly appeared and disappeared immediately.
The middle-aged monk showed a sad look on his face. He opened his mouth but made no sound. The next moment, his head suddenly slid down, his neck was extremely smooth, but no blood flowed out, and the interface was blue
Yingying’s light has actually been frozen!
"Peng!"
The middle-aged monk's head hit the ground heavily, and suddenly turned into thousands of ice particles and burst out, then turned into a trace of cold air and disappeared. The corpse without a head was still sitting there, but it was completely frozen.
It looks extremely terrifying like an icicle.
This middle-aged monk also has the strength to be at the peak of the fusion stage, but he was killed by such a move. The other drinkers didn't even see the old man surnamed Qiu taking action! For a moment, the tavern was silent and the drinkers kept it.
In the original posture, as if it was fixed, the old man who was barking stopped, and the female practitioners stood there even stood there, not daring to move a little.
"Ah!" A naked mortal girl suddenly screamed loudly when she saw the headless corpse. The old man surnamed Qiu looked at the girl impatiently. The girl's body was instantly frozen in a piece of blue ice crystal.
Within, the next moment, the ice crystal burst and the girl's body disappeared instantly.
When Chen Yuxiang saw this scene, he couldn't help but frown slightly, and his eyes became cold. However, he still didn't move. It was sunny now and he was close to Luoyun Sect, so he didn't want to cause trouble to Lan Xi.
The other mortal girls no longer dared to shout, and they all turned pale with scared. The old man surnamed Qiu looked at the drinkers around him and said with a grim smile: "Wan Song said, slander the Emperor, you all have a share!
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"Mr. Qiu, this is absolutely true!" A cultivator of the Immortal Refining Stage with a clear face said repeatedly, "Just just now, Wan Song was talking nonsense, we are just listening!"
"Yes, sir!" Several other drinkers reacted and hurriedly said, "Brother Zhao said that it was indeed Wan Song who said nothing just now, it has nothing to do with us!"
"Is that so? How do you tell me to believe you? Wan Song is dead, and there is no evidence of death now!" The old man said sinisterly, pointing to Wan Song's headless corpse.
"Sir, I'm willing to give out 10 spirit stones to prove my innocence!" The monk named Zhao gritted his teeth and took out a large handful of spirit stones from Qiankun's bag and placed them on the table. Only three of these spirit stones were complete.
The rest are all spiritual power dim, and they are obviously absorbed. When all the spirit stones are put together, they can have about 10 spiritual stones of spiritual power.
"Since that's the case, I can spare you this time!" The old man surnamed Qiu reached out and grabbed it. The spirit stone on the table disappeared. He looked at the monk surnamed Zhao nodded with satisfaction, "It's just the next time, I can't spare you!
Slandering the Emperor is a death sentence!”
When the other monks saw this, they still didn't understand what the old man meant. Seeing that the old man was like this, they gritted their teeth and took out a small pile of spirit stones.
"Sir, this is mine!"
"Sir, this is mine!"
The old man surnamed Qiu looked slightly calmer, and he accepted all the spirit stones one by one, then looked at a white-bearded cultivator and said, "It's a little bit!"
"Sir," said the white-bearded practitioner, smiling bitterly, "It's not that I don't want to respect you, there are really not many spirit stones!" He pointed to the girl in front of him and said, "I bought this for two spirit stones.
, I haven't used it a few times, so I'll give it to you too! There's really no spirit stone!"
The cultivator surnamed Qiu glanced at the girl's waist and hips, and snorted coldly: "For such a thing, you can buy at most one spirit stone. Now this is not worth even half a spirit stone!"
"Mr. Qiu, it's really gone!" said the white-bearded practitioner with a wry smile.
"Hmph! You dare to disrespect me! Go to die!" The old man surnamed Qiu looked fierce, and a faint cold light appeared again. The white-bearded old man's face stagnated, and his whole body collapsed instantly and turned into a
Small pieces of ice crystals scattered on the ground.
The drinkers around the old man were silent and did not dare to move at all. The old man put away all the spirit stones on the table as if nothing had happened, and then looked at the girl's pink buttocks that were regarded as a spirit stone by the white-bearded monk, and wrinkled.
He frowned and said, "It's been used at least 20 times!" With a finger, the girl fell silently, turned into blue ice crystals, and then turned into cold air and dispersed into the air.
Chen Yuxiang's face was slightly cold, and his heart was furious. His spiritual sense had already contacted the God-killing Spear, but he did not take action immediately. The old man surnamed Qiu seemed to feel something, and raised his head and looked at Chen Yuxiang deeply.
Chen Yuxiang lowered his head as if nothing had happened and sipped his mouth with a strong wine.
The old man snorted, pointed at Chen Yuxiang and several drinkers sitting around and said, "You guys, each of them is 10 spirit stones! Otherwise, you will die!"
"Why? We haven't said anything!" A monk in the fusion stage stood up and said dissatisfied.
"I said you said, you said it!" The old man surnamed Qiu had already bullied the side of the fusion stage monk as he spoke, and retreated in a flash. The fusion stage monk and him were in front of him.
All the girls turned into ice particles.
"Now, are there anyone else who wants to ask why?" The old man surnamed Qiu raised the narrow and thin flying sword in his hand and said arrogantly, but his spiritual sense was vaguely locked on Chen Yuxiang's body.
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"What a strong sense power!" Chen Yuxiang felt a little anxious. He had just had a thought, but he had been targeted by the old man. The old man's spiritual power was really strong enough.
The old man surnamed Qiu took action very quickly, just like a ghost. At this time, he took the initiative to show off his flying sword, and people only saw the old man's magic weapon for the first time.
Chen Yuxiang also became interested in the magic weapon in the old man's hand. The old man himself did not seem to be anything special. He looked just an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, but Chen Yuxiang had never seen this magic weapon before.
Yes, compared to this, the ones you see in the weapon store are only ordinary people!
This flying sword is obviously attached with attributes such as ice cold, which is rare among magic weapons.
"This magic weapon is mine!" Chen Yuxiang looked at the arrogant old man and said secretly in his heart.
Originally, he didn't want to take action in the daytime, but Chen Yuxiang did not hesitate at this time, and the old man had obviously locked in himself, so he still couldn't do anything good today.
With Chen Yuxiang's heart moving, the God-killing Spear had already appeared in his hands.
call out!
Before Chen Yuxiang could take action, a faint phantom appeared above Chen Yuxiang's head. Following him was the phantom of the old man. In a silent voice, the old man's flying sword had already slashed at Chen Yuxiang!
"What a fast speed!" Chen Yuxiang felt a little nervous, "Holy Light protects!"
In the rootless spring, the Nascent Soul crushed the black scroll without hesitation. A hazy white light enveloped Chen Yuxiang's whole body. The flying sword of the old man named Qiu slashed on the white light and was gently bounced silently.
rise.
"Um?"
The old man surnamed Qiu was stunned and slashed down again without hesitation. This time the flying sword was faster, and obviously he used more spiritual power.
"Is he really fast!" Chen Yuxiang thought to himself.
The first method of Chen Yuxiang's God-killing Gunshunting has not been completed yet, and the old man has slashed several swords on the white light, which makes Chen Yuxiang secretly shocked.
"The first method of God-killing Gunship!"
Chen Yuxiang shouted loudly in his heart, and spiritual power and energy rushed into the God-killing Spear, and the God-killing Spear stabbed at the old man!
Time seemed to be lengthened at this moment. In Chen Yuxiang's vision, a faint light came out from the tip of the gun like flowing water, flying towards the old man surnamed Qiu. The difference from before entering the Zhaixing Tower trial was that
The light actually had a trace of electric light! This was the effect that appeared after being quenched by the thunder talisman in the Zhaixing Tower.
During the period when the light appeared and entered the body of the old man named Qiu, the flying sword of the old man named Qiu actually slashed seven times on the holy light of the body protection!
The seven swords still had no effect, and then it seemed that the flow rate of time had returned to normal. Under Chen Yuxiang's gaze, the light with a trace of light had already flowed into the old man's head like water!
At the last moment, the old man named Qiu expected the danger and actually blocked the light with a sword, but the light passed through the narrow and strange flying sword without any barrier, and no one left behind the flying sword
Any traces!
The old man surnamed Qiu suddenly stiffened, his face suddenly became extremely ferocious. He opened his mouth and shouted loudly, and his head suddenly cracked and turned into a bunch of blood mist!
"Made! Another scroll was spent!" Chen Yuxiang's face turned pale, "Why is this person surnamed Qiu so fast!"
The first style of God-killing Gunsmanship is extremely fast. In the past, Chen Yuxiang had never encountered a cultivator who could continue to attack after the light appeared. But in this short moment, the old man named Qiu actually attacked seven times.
sword!
Now Chen Yuxiang's first style of God-killing Gunshu, his attack speed has been improved. After this period of time of contemplation, Chen Yuxiang's attack speed has been several times faster than before, and accordingly, he pointed out the first style of God-killing Gunshu.
The process of text with tens of thousands of points was also greatly accelerated. Chen Yuxiang used the first move of the God-killing Gun technique several times and found that as the speed of pointing out the runes increased, the already fast light flow rate also accelerated.
In other words, the speed of Chen Yuxiang's gun has been enhanced by the first method of the God-killing Gun. However, in the short time from the light to the time when it hits the old man's head, the old man actually cut out seven swords!
And this old man obviously did not use all his spiritual power to seven swords!
If the old man did not hesitate to attack with all his spiritual power, what speed would it be?