Yang God

Among the wilderness ridges, the sun is shining, and a fifteen-year-old boy sits motionless on the stone below the shade of the tree, flying in front of a long needle.

This long needle flew up and down, the speed was extremely fast, and even pulled out a red line in the air, like the line of Mars dancing, and it seems that the sky is a **** red net.

Fluffy! ! ! ! ! ! !

Between the red lines and the dance, every wood wears wood, meets the stone and wears the stone, leaving a pinhole of the road. Without any hard material to block its penetration, it can be called unbreakable! The blocker is invincible!

Suddenly, the red line that was full of space was still turned into a blood-stained steel needle. It was suspended in the air, twisted twice, and turned into a red line. When the flash of lightning flashed, it fell to the Hongyi sitting on the stone. In the hands.

As soon as the needle fell into the hand, Hong Yi soul returned to his position, opened his eyes, looked at the steel needle in his hand, and felt a sense of blood and meat connected to the blood.

Nothing wrong, it is the feeling of flesh and blood. That is to say, this needle is now even if someone else pours the spirit into it, and it is difficult to drive it, because Hong Yi’s thoughts are faintly connected with the needle, as if it were part of his body and cannot be separated.

"Fortunately, the Taoist priest was scattered, otherwise I was afraid that I could not drive this needle."

The soul flies and the thoughts are scattered. This needle naturally becomes the object of the Lord.

"The soul of the soul has reached the realm of the drive, and the power has increased greatly! The ordinary warrior is not an opponent at all! I am now driving this bloodline needle, even if five or six martial artists are wearing armor, in front of me, I feel free to assassinate. !"

The needle is lighter than the sword, driven by the power of the soul of Hong Yi, and it is faster than the sword! After all, the sword has a few pounds, and the needle is only a few dollars. The difference is hundreds of times, and it cannot be compared at all.

Hong Yi felt that it was not only a martial artist, but even a general congenital martial artist. If he was cold, he would have to be killed by himself, unless it was the true warrior of the spirit and the spirit.

The innate peak-level martial artist who is truly in harmony with the flesh and blood, sensitive and fascinating, don't say that your soul is assassinated, it is the thought of killing, the other side immediately senses, lightning-like culling, your flying sword has not been driven, people die Under the boxing.

"But the realm of this kind of drive has its drawbacks, that is, the body can't move at all, and there is no ability to defend. Let the enemy kill, but after hearing that after practicing to the ghost, the soul has the ability to distract and can be separated. A few, several, attached to the sword, and the enemy against the enemy, at that time, the thoughts move, a little soul, the sword is driven, the body still has the ability to act. This is the real Tao!"

Hong Yi once heard Bai Ziyue said that after practicing to the ghost fairy, the soul will have the ability to differentiate. Unlike now, when a driver drives a sword to assassinate, people lose their ability to act and are completely at their mercy.

"Okay, I will practice here today."

Standing up, I received a **** needle, and Hong Yi turned over and rushed away.

Finally broke through, although the road is still long, but Hong Yi finally has his own killer, basically the world is big, you can save your life and walk freely.

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The speed of chasing horses was extremely fast. In a short while, I ran out for thirty or forty miles and returned to the Taoist temple rented at the foot of Yulong Mountain.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I smelled a thick medicinal scent. Xiao Muzhen was at the foot of the shade in the yard. She was holding a jar of medicine with a red clay fire. The sky was shining in the sun, but the green trees in the yard. Shaded, there is a small pool next to it, and there is a deep ancient well, green and cool water, gentle breeze, water and gas, but it is very cool, not hot.

Yulong Mountain is originally an excellent summer resort for feng shui. The mountain number of dozens of miles is called 72 springs and 36 deep pools. It can be seen how cool the water is covered.

Hong Yi lives here, he does not hesitate to spend money, and half is also good for Feng Shui.

Renting here, the rent is twice as expensive as the house in the city.

Shen Tiezhu is at the other end of the yard, concentrates on martial arts, and moves one by one to calmly beat the cows and martial arts, and squats in the muscles, giving off a slight crack like a bow, and shaking, and it is full of explosive power.

The woman, Murong Yan, was lying on a delicate bamboo bed at random. The back was wrapped in white gauze and the face was a little pale, but the spirit was very good. On the stool next to the bamboo bed, it was still placed. With a few books, it’s obviously boring and boring.

However, she is now across the house, listening to Shen Tiezhu's voice in the other side of the yard, showing a thoughtful expression on her face.

Shen Tianyang moved a small horse, sitting next to Murong Yan, squatting and smoking a smoky smoke, but his heart was all placed on this woman, you can see that as long as Murong Yan has a slight sway, immediately Will be violent, the huge iron pipe does not hesitate to kneel down.

This old river and lake, after having prepared, looked at the injured Murong Yan, but there is nothing wrong with it.

"Well? Hong Yi, you are not simple." When Murong Yan listened, I saw Hong Yi lead the horse, and the eyebrows picked it up. A sneer appeared on his face. "Your servant, it seems to be a big meditation." The cow's magical boxing in the temple? This kind of boxing method has been lost for almost 20 years. The Dagan dynasty did not get it, or else it has already been promoted in the army. You actually will?"

"You can hear the sound from the sound alone?" Hong Yi just dismounted, he heard Murong Yan asked, and was taken aback.

Shen Tiezhu practiced at the other end of the yard. After the house, Murong Yan actually heard it clearly, and guessed the origin of kung fu!

"Of course, my Xuantian Pavilion martial arts holy place, how can I be unfamiliar with the death of the big Zen temple?" Murong Yan sneered again: "But this does not say, when did you let me go? You have to ask Something, I have answered the answer. If you shouldn’t answer it, you will kill me even if you kill me. You don’t think that you can hold me for a long time. I tell you, after ten days and a half, My wounds are healed, and with the sum of the four of you, it is not necessarily my opponent!"

"Oh? We four, not your opponent? Then why are you still getting it?" Hung Yi tied the horse to the water well ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then he washed his hands and sat on the stone bench next to the well. Come down, feel the coolness of the water, and leisurely.

"That is why I care about my body being hurt... Hey!" Murong Yan blinked: "You don't think that I have received my Golden Dan, Fu paper, Feijian, I have no other means, you Don't forget, my **** are strong and can be attached to the body. Can you make me live? Yeah, I will let you see my means a little, lest you really think you can play with me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Murong Yan suddenly stopped moving.

On the side of Xiao Mu brow wrinkled, only felt an invisible yin deep thoughts hit him, so she instinctively stood up and reached for the steel sword.

Where do you know that the hand has not yet grasped the hilt, hehe! As soon as the sword has been squirted, flying in the air of ten feet high, flying and circling, a stabbing down, the sword is deep, such as a white rainbow, shot to Hong Yi.

Just when the sword was shot in midair, suddenly, a red line flew from Hongyi, and immediately greeted the steel sword that flew up, and when it was iron! A few breaths hit dozens of times.

Collapse! The long sword was completely intercepted by the needle, and was stabbed out of the hole, and the sword was completely broken. Suddenly, the collapse broke from it!

After the blood-stained needle hit the long sword, only a flash, it went to the face of Murong Yan on the bamboo bed.

"what!"

Murong Yan made a scream, the broken long sword fell to the ground, her soul also returned to the body, looking at the blood-stained needle piercing her own eyebrows, the face with shock and dementia expression.