Something is wrong.
Gu Yin circled his palms, and a set of four palms in the Zheng domain were grand and majestic, rushing like a river.
The fundamental technique he practiced is called "Purple Ribbon Qingzhang". This technique has only one characteristic, and that is stability.
As long as you are willing to perform the exercises for seventy-two days every day, without making a single mistake for seventy-two consecutive days, you can repeat these seventy-two days back and forth seventy-two times.
It takes nearly fifteen years of hard work to achieve the sixth level of cultivation.
The premise is that you don’t make any mistakes.
There are not many people practicing this technique in Bailudong Academy.
Gu Yin is one of them.
I haven’t slacked off for a day since I started, and I have gained the seventh level of cultivation now.
No matter what the cultivation method is, when you reach the seventh level, you have already stood at the pinnacle of the world, enough to establish a name in the world.
One step forward is the Immortal Buddha.
But now, Gu Yin realized that the palm force he sent out did not hit Suche and the demon at all.
Obviously, the targets he hits are the shadows transformed by the other party.
The opponent of such an illusion is definitely not an ordinary monster, and there must be many connections behind it.
Gu Yin frowned. If Su Che could collude with such a demon with such a background under his nose, how much damage would it cause to the world over time?
The Purple Ribbon Qingzhang Gong slowly circulated in the body for a week. Gu Yin closed his eyes tightly and used the Confucian Yi technique of "Feng Jiao Occupying the Marquis" to resist.
"Be careful. Although this person is not of the sixth grade, he should have practiced the art of Yi in the Five Classics of Confucianism..."
The Fengjiao occupies the prince, which is based on the wind and color. The method of flow distinguishes good and bad, and explains cause and effect.
"I found you."
Gu Yin cut his left wrist straight with the index finger of his right hand, using all his strength to create a gap. Red blood sprayed out from the wound.
In the red blood, Confucianism’s true meaning condensed, like bits of thunder, seeping into Qingqiu’s soul body hidden in the night.
"Ah..."
Qingqiu screamed in pain, revealing his body, his pale soul trembling uncontrollably.
"Okay, until the essence and blood of Yang Zhigang are broken and the Yin spirit appears." Su Che's figure appeared in the night: "Mr. Gu's plan is amazing."
"Don't rush to say hello, it will be your turn later." Gu Yin raised his lips and said, "But a swordsman who has just started, dare to resist me?"
"Miss Qing." Su Che lowered his head and said: "Please help me with illusions. I want to get within five steps of him."
A master of the seventh level of Confucianism's innate realm. His true energy is so strong that he can't get close to him easily. If you want to get close to him, He can only rely on Qingqiu illusion to help him.
"What are you thinking about?" Qingqiu's voice trembled: "He hurt my yin spirit, and my innate spirit keeps leaking out. You'd better ask for blessings."
I just didn't return "If I'm serious, the sixth grade"It's no big deal." How could a seventh-grade, three-move and two-mo master be defeated like this?
"It's okay, you can be louder." "
Gu Yin's face was pale, and it was obvious that the wave of blood he had just forced out made him uncomfortable.
"Miss Qing, you heard Mr. Su saying that the killing move is close. I take five steps, and maybe he only needs to be fifteen steps closer to me to activate. This man's words can never be trusted. Don't worry, I will never let you get closer than thirty steps. ”
If Su Che was an opponent of the seventh-level sword cultivator who was in the realm of “practicing swords to become silk”, Gu Yin might not be so confident. After all, the sword cultivator’s sword energy kills the best.
It's a pity that Su Che is not.
As long as Gu Yin uses the four directions of the Zhengyu palm, Su Che will never be able to get within thirty steps of him.
p>Above the sky, dark clouds closed the moon.
The Confucian disciples in tattered clothes and disheveled hair steadily approached Su Che, who was hiding in the shadows.
There was a sound of thunder, and raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the sky, wetting the ground and their clothes.
Gu Yin moved like a thunder, and the aura of aura transformed after years of hard work transformed into infinity. With the palm of his hand, thousands of palm shadows moved horizontally, and the raindrops falling from the sky turned horizontally under the force of the force.
The powerful palm power has reached the pinnacle of ordinary martial arts.
Moving forward step by step, there is nothing unethical about this world.
The only option is to draw out a sword.
Su Che reached into his left sleeve with his right hand and took out a sword that was no longer than 1. The two-foot ancient bronze sword has seven diamond-shaped patterns connected to each other. The cold light on the blade seems to have spanned hundreds of years.
The sword intention surges between the eyebrows, and the sword is above the cold blade. Qi leaped out.
Mirage Yuanjian·Zanggong Sheying
With a movement of the sword, the sword Qi that had been accumulated for a long time cut through the river and cut the waves, facing the layers of palm shadows. Go straight into the middle palace.
Gu Yin turned around, but there was still a slight trace of blood on his forehead.
“You actually surrendered the ancient sword in the box? ”
Gu Yin exclaimed.
Even if a ninth-grade sword cultivator has just started to have a divine weapon in his hand, he cannot underestimate it. This is just like the exterminator who has too much power. There is no difference between holding the Yitian Sword in his hand.
Gu Yin didn’t expect that the ancient sword in the box would actually recognize its owner, and he was suddenly in chaos.
“It’s impossible. The acting master, the great hero Jiang Qinjiang, is powerful in the south and acts with integrity. How could his sword recognize you as its master? This is impossible, absolutely impossible. "
"Perhaps that Hero Jiang was not as upright as you thought, and maybe I am not so unbearable. "
Jiang Qin is naturally the name of the previous owner of all Su Che's sword boxes. He spent his life slaying demons and conquering the world, and was respected by the world as the "Jiangnan Hero".
Su Che held the sword across his chest.
The sword he just handed out was like pouring a pot of old wine into his chest, which relieved the depression of the past few months.
< p>On the palm of your hand, the bronze dagger was clearly moving continuously, and seemed to be excited that he could finally get out of the box and try the cold again.The Ding Tian Jun Sword was operating at full strength, and the bronze dagger in his hand let out another sword cry.
Su Che was like a ghost, holding his sword forward and approaching Gu Yin against the shadows of his palms.
"Well done!"
Gu Yin's face was as golden as paper, and the shadows of his palms gradually gathered on his hands, and the sound of classic chanting seemed to be heard around him.
He has condensed the Four Directions Palm of Zhengyu to the extreme. Facing the sword handed out by Su Che, even he does not dare to underestimate it.
Palm movement.
Sword chant.
A vast sword energy penetrated the body, and Su Che's sword hit Gu Yin's left shoulder steadily.
Gu Yin's palms had also hit Su Che's chest and abdomen.
Poof.
A line of blood spat out of Mr. Su's mouth and sprayed all over Gu Yin's face.
"You must be thinking, why didn't I avoid the sword you just struck, even though it was a false move? Why did I let you get three steps closer to me?"
Gu Yin Looking at his wound where the blood couldn't stop flowing out, he smiled, gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword edge inch by inch from the wound.
"I, a disciple of Bailudong, have the consciousness to sacrifice for the common people at any time." Gu Yin played with the bronze dagger in his hand: "If I can exchange my life for yours, it will be really great. You can't ask for it, you can't ask for it."
He smiled quite generously, and the raindrops rolled down his face. I don't know how much of the tears rolling down the raindrops were regrets and how much were satisfaction.
The sword energy along the meridians continues to attack his martial arts body that he has honed for many years. After tonight's battle, the purple ribbon Qingzhang Gong that he has cultivated for many years will probably be broken.