The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

In front of the sword furnace, a figure of a person stood proudly, like a desolate ancient sword, with two eyebrows raised high, full of sword intent.

Seven kills!

This person is a disciple of the Sword God, who fought against Tang Zheng and others in Changbai Mountain back then.

Tang Zheng's expression was slightly stern, and he stared straight at him.

Compared with before, Qisha's momentum is completely different, and his skill has obviously improved a lot.

He still had a fresh memory of Seven Kills' Rising Sun and Dongsheng swordsmanship, so he didn't underestimate him, but he wasn't afraid of him even with so many masters.

"Tang Zheng, it really is you!" Qi Sha's tone was full of murderous intent, "You killed my master, this time I want you to pay with blood."

"Seven kills, are you the only one? What about Song Yu, isn't he the head of Jiange?" Tang Zheng asked curiously.

Seven kills said indifferently: "There's so much nonsense, let's go through my level before talking about it."

"Okay, then I'll try your skills." Tang Zheng strode forward, but Wu Jie got there first.

"I'm coming!" Wu said, "Sword God Gaotu, after passing this village, there will be no such shop."

The meaning of these words is intriguing.

From now on, there will be nothing left of the lineage of the Sword God, so she rushes to fight Seven Kills.

For her, Seven Kills is a good opponent that can sharpen her kung fu.

Since she practiced the Fire God Palm, her cultivation has greatly increased, and now she has reached the limit of an innate warrior - the ninth rank of innate, and she is only one step away from the realm of a master.

This kind of cultivation speed was unimaginable to her before.

She once imagined that if she reached the grandmaster realm in her thirties, she would be considered very powerful.

But now she is only in her twenties, and she is about to reach the realm of a master, even stronger than her master and mistress back then.

She knew very well who the greatest credit for all this should belong to.

Qisha understood the deep meaning of Wu's words, and his raging anger became more and more intense, saying: "Wu, you are in collusion with these cultivators, I will take your life first, and pay homage to Master's spirit in heaven.

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Swish!

The long sword in his hand shook, and the Rising Sun Swordsmanship was unfolded. The light on the tip of the long sword was as bright as a scorching sun, slowly rising from the sword, as if a round of red sun rose from the sea level.

Wu's palms are staggered, and the two attributes, one cold and one hot, alternate in the palms.

Now, she has a deeper understanding of the palm of the fire god, and she also understands the extraordinary nature of this set of exercises.

Huo Mingshen was very domineering when she first practiced, very similar to the flame knife she practiced before.

But later, she gradually discovered that extremes lead to opposites. When the red flame-like internal energy was cultivated to the extreme, a very cold internal energy was born.

Fire produces cold, and extremes of things will reverse.

This made her feel the mystery of this palm technique.

Precisely because of this transformation, her skill has improved by leaps and bounds, and her body has reached a wonderful state of yin and yang harmony.

At this moment, when she performed this set of palm techniques, the palms of her palms alternated between hot and cold, and finally her left hand was cold, while her right hand was hot, one cold and the other hot, and there was a double sky of ice and fire.

Others would have suffered a long time ago, but she didn't, the two internal energies were silently moving freely in her body.

Qi Sha also saw the extraordinaryness of this set of palms, he still let out an angry roar, and stabbed fiercely with his sword.

That round of tomorrow's sword light suddenly exploded, turning into streams of tiny sword qi, like shotguns, countless sword qi slashed towards Wu like marbles.

Without saying a word, Wu pushed his palms forward violently, and a mighty, alternating cold and hot palm wind swept forward, like a huge wave that overwhelmed mountains and seas.

bang bang bang...

There was a series of explosions, palm wind and sword energy colliding.

Pointing their toes, the two rushed towards each other at the same time. In an instant, in front of the sword furnace, the two were like fluttering butterflies, ups and downs, fighting with great joy.

Although Wu has no weapons, his hands are not inferior to weapons, especially the Fire God Palm, which alternates between cold and heat, and the blazing and icy palm winds sweep towards the opponent, with amazing lethality.

Boom!

A tree was hit by a palm, and it was broken in two, and ice gradually formed on the fracture, even in this summer, it was cold.

Qi Sha happened to see this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly, his heart was awe-inspiring, and he quickly slashed down with his sword.

puff!

The sword energy is fierce.

His rising sun swordsmanship is also a very masculine swordsmanship, so even the turbulent sword energy is also masculine, which makes people feel like a flame.

The air vibrated, and was cut to both sides by the sword energy. Then, the Changhong pierced the sun, and the sharp sword drove straight in, directly to the top of Wu's head.

Wu gave a low shout, raised his hands into the air, and clamped the long sword.

The turbulent sword energy immediately tried to hurt her hand, however, two internal forces emanating from his palms, one cold and one hot, resisted the sword energy.

Moreover, the long sword underwent a drastic change, one side turned red as if it was being burned by flames, and the other side turned snow white as if it was surrounded by ice.

In addition, the two forces of cold and heat spread upward, and after a while, they reached the hilt of the sword.

The entire blade turned red on one side and white on the other, presenting a strange scene.

Seven Kills widened his pupils, looked at this scene in disbelief, roared unwillingly, mobilized his inner strength, and tried to resist.

However--

Click!

With a crisp sound, the long sword broke inch by inch, turning into fragments and falling on the ground.

"This……"

Seeing that his saber was destroyed, Qisha was heartbroken and furious, but he could do nothing.

Wu Xinnian moved, both palms pushed forward, bang bang, two palms slapped Qisha's chest in unison.

Whoosh!

Seven kills flew upside down into the sword furnace, leaving only a long section of blood in the air.

Wu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and entered the sword furnace in a flash.

This sword stove is very simple, just a small pavilion built of thatch, surrounded by simple wooden walls.

Qi Kill smashed the wooden door and fell into the dark sword furnace, and Wu Zhui disappeared into the darkness.

Suddenly, a sense of vigilance rose in Tang Zheng's heart, and he shouted: "Don't chase in."

As soon as his figure flashed, he chased after him, but as soon as he reached the door, a figure flew out backwards.

His eyes froze, and he quickly caught it, but it was Wu Luo who fell into his arms.

Wu Qi was out of breath, his face was pale, and he said: "There is danger in the sword furnace."

Seeing that she was fine, Tang Zheng heaved a sigh of relief, and comforted him, "Get back first, I'll meet him for a while."

Wu was a little annoyed, his own strength was obviously higher than that of Seven Kills, but after breaking into the sword furnace just now, he was hit for some reason, and was expelled out in embarrassment.

"Be careful." Wu gritted his teeth and urged.

Tang Zheng nodded lightly, and walked into the sword furnace with strides, when he stepped over the threshold, a wave of fiery air rushed towards his face.

Taking a closer look, he actually found a huge furnace in the middle of the sword furnace, which was filled with bubbling and hot molten iron, and beside it were unforged swords, glowing red and steaming.

Seven kills stood in front of the stove, staring straight at Tang Zheng, blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth, his expression was sluggish, but the brows were extremely ferocious.

"Tang Zheng, you killed my master. I'm not good at learning, so I can't avenge my master, but I will definitely not admit defeat." Seven kills said sonorously.

Tang Zheng snorted coldly, and asked back: "Seven kills, you are confusing right and wrong. If the sword god didn't come to kill me, how could we die in our hands? Are we going to kill me at the first glance?"

Qi Sha was speechless, and said after a long while: "I don't care, anyway, Master died at your hands."

Tang Zheng shook his head, not arguing with him on this issue, and said: "I just want to ask you a question, where are the other people in Jiange, where is Song Yu?"

There are hundreds of sword slaves in Jiange, but they met too few sword slaves along the way, and there were no other sword slaves on the edge of the sword, so he was very curious.

Seven kills said terribly: "Song Yu is as ambitious as you, and is timid and fearful. Hearing that you are attacking, he even abandoned the Jiange and led others to escape! Master Quanxia knows, he will be ashamed, and regrets sending you away!" Pass the Jiange to him."

Qi Sha was angry and unwilling, but also heartbroken. Moreover, there were two handprints printed on his chest, one red and one white, one fire and one cold, making it even more desolate.

"Escaped?" Tang Zheng raised his eyebrows, this Song Yu is really cunning, the skill of oiling the soles of his feet can be regarded as top-notch.

Back in the capital, he also fled when he saw something was wrong, but now he must have heard the movement of fighting outside, so he fled with a group of sword slaves without hesitation.

"Those cowards deserve to die. They listened to Song Yu's bewitchment and have already betrayed Jiange. They are not worthy of being Jiange." Seven kills accused angrily.

Tang Zheng nodded secretly. After all, Song Yu was a member of a big family, eloquent and eloquent, and had too many methods of deceiving people. Of course, he was not comparable to someone like Qisha who only knew martial arts.

In Jiange, although the qualifications of Seven Kills are higher than Song Yu's, but in terms of these small tricks, he can't catch up with Song Yu.

This result was not what Tang Zheng expected.

It was just that the cooked duck flew away, which made Tang Zheng very upset, and asked: "Where will they escape to?"

"Don't say I don't know, even if I knew, I would never tell you." Qi Sha said ferociously.

Tang Zheng shook his head secretly, knowing that he would not be able to dig out much useful information in the end.

"Qi Kill, you are clearly not Wu's opponent just now, but just now you forced her back and injured her, you haven't used up all your means yet? This time I will personally experience your brilliant move, because, in the future, you will There is no such opportunity."

Tang Zheng had the confidence to say this, Qi Sha didn't refute, but his eyes fluctuated.

In the end, he locked onto Tang Zheng firmly, became decisive and resolute, and said, "I want to die with you."

boom!

With a loud noise, he overturned the stove beside him, and fiery red molten iron spewed out of the stove, splashing everywhere, and the sword stove caught fire immediately.

At the same time, Qi Sha grabbed an unfinished long sword in the stove without any hassle. The long sword was fiery red, and his palms sizzled, giving off a burnt smell.

But he didn't realize it, instead he rushed towards Tang Zheng with a flushed face, and the fiery long sword in his hand lit up.

It was so radiant, as if it was really a scorching sun, bursting out with all its light and heat.

Tang Zheng subconsciously wanted to exit the sword furnace, but fires were already burning all around, and the molten iron was like a fiery red poisonous snake, winding its way towards him from the ground.