Chapter 74

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

Although it is an innate cultivation base for nourishing the veins, the stealing scriptures of Wuqi’s cultivation are too powerful. Steal the essence of blood and energy from others to strengthen and strengthen one's own body, steal from others' cultivation base to enhance one's own cultivation base, and steal other people's soul fragments to strengthen one's own soul. Everything is so incredible. Therefore, although the realm of his true qi cultivation base is the realm of congenital vein nourishment, his strength cannot be measured in this way.

His body has been nourished by so many people's blood and essence, and now it is several times stronger than ordinary warriors in the realm of innate nourishment. The condensed level of his infuriating qi is even lower than that of a martial artist in the condensing realm.

With such a tyrannical body and powerful infuriating energy gathered together, Wu Qi injected all the Innate True Water Spirit Gang into his left arm, and his left arm suddenly became like a diamond cast. Although the two cultivators of the congenital birth rate had sharp flying swords, they were caught between Wuqi's flesh and blood, and the flying swords could only whimper sharply.

The two cultivators in the congenital embryonic realm who brought out the flying swords stared blankly at the two flying swords inlaid on Wuqi's arms, completely dumbfounded. Although their flying swords are not of high grade, they are also sharp weapons of the middle grade magic weapon level. The flesh and blood can hold the flying sword? This is a sensational thing, is it possible that he is a human fairy of Jindan Dacheng?

The two cultivators glanced at each other in horror, spit out a breath of infuriating breath, and shouted sharply, "Ji!"

The two flying swords jumped violently together, constantly making sharp sword sounds. Blood spurted out of Wuqi's arm where the Feijian had pierced it, dripping onto the already bloody ground.

Wu Qi grinned and rushed towards the two cultivators. The Innate True Water Spirit Gang spun rapidly in the meridian of his left arm, making a low sound of water waves. Two invisible vortexes formed on his left arm, and the core of the vortex was two flying swords embedded in his arms. The huge adsorption force firmly trapped the two flying swords, no matter how fast they beat and struggled, they couldn't get rid of Wuqi's hand.

Not only that, the so-called dripping stone wears, Wu Qi’s innate true water spirit is constantly eroding and eroding Feijian, wiping away the spiritual imprint left by the two monks on Feijian and a ray of true energy that controls Feijian. . The strength of Wuqi's soul is far superior to those of the two monks at the birth rate. Although it is a pair of two, it still makes the two monks' control of the flying sword more and more uncomfortable.

The two cultivators were obviously the kind of orthodox qi refiners, and all of their energy was devoted to polishing infuriating qi, sacrificing flying swords, cultivating spells and talismans. This kind of orthodox Qi cultivator is devoted to cultivation. Although he has a solid foundation and superb cultivation, he lacks some adaptability.

Feijian was ineffective, and the two monks spit out a mouthful of innate qi, constantly urging Feijian to get rid of Wuqi's body and let the sword light slash Wuqi's head. They forgot that the distance between them and Wu Qi was only a few feet away, and this space, even for a martial artist at the peak of the day after tomorrow, was only one step of effort.

With a grim smile, Wu Qi took out a large amount of heaven and earth aura from the Tianshui Spirit Snake Pill, which instantly turned into a rolling infuriating energy and diffused into the meridians of the whole body. The blood essence of the seven or eight armored soldiers outside his body was sucked into his body, and on the palm of his right hand and his right knee, it condensed into two groups of explosive broken jade palms.

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

The bodies of the two monks suddenly swelled in a circle. After entering the fetal respite period, all the cultivator's energy and spirit are gathered in the body, and the appearance is as old as it is, and the shriveled and ugly as much as it can be. But now the infuriating energy and blood energy that Wu Qi forcibly entered collided, and the shriveled and shriveled skin of the two monks suddenly became white and shiny, bulging like a feeding silkworm baby.

"Oops!"

Two miserable howls came out, and countless cracks with the thickness of fingers appeared on the body surface of the two cultivators of the inborn fetal rate. Shattered Yujin erupted in their bodies, and everyone inside and outside the hall heard the dull explosions coming from their bodies. One after another blood arrows were continuously ejected from their seven orifices, and the breath of the two rapidly weakened.

"Death!" Wu Qi stared at them and shouted at the two of them.

As soon as the kit moved, the two highly poisonous thorns from Mengshan were caught by Wu Qi and plunged into the eyebrows of the two. Another wave of huge spiritual energy from the Tianshui Spirit Snake Pill penetrated the brains of the two monks along the thorns, smashing their Zifu Sea of ​​​​Consciousness into pieces, and the souls of the two became countless under the impact of the spiritual energy. Fragments.

The big silk-wrapped hands are activated through the poisonous thorns, and the thorns emit a huge suction force. The two monks managed to reach the realm of congenital fetal breathing after more than a hundred years of hard work. aggregates. Such a huge soul was shattered into pieces, stolen and extracted by the secret method, turned into pure soul particle energy, and gurgled into the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

The water waves in Wuqi Consciousness Sea swirled wildly, and the soul particles were washed over and over again by the water waves, and the traces of the breath from the two monks were washed away. The pure soul energy turned into colorful rays of light, wisps drilled out of the water waves, and turned into a colorful mist floating in the sea of ​​Wuqi's consciousness.

At this time, Wu Qi had no ability to digest and absorb such huge two soul energies, so he could only temporarily store them in the sea of ​​consciousness, and slowly absorb and fuse them in the future. The soul is the most important source of a cultivator. If the soul is strong, the spiritual sense and consciousness are strong. It is not easy to be invaded by external demons during cultivation, and it is not easy to go wrong when practicing. As long as they absorb all the soul energy of these two monks, it will be much easier for Wu Qi to enter the Golden Core Stage in the future.

After talking about it for so long, in fact, everything is over in just two or three clicks.

The two monks in the Congenital Fetal Realm died tragically, their bodies spewing out a lot of black blood, and they were instantly drawn into two dark balls of flesh the size of children. After that, Shaoyu Jin exploded, and two black lumps of flesh exploded, and countless bloody flesh and blood flew around, scaring the people inside and outside the hall to be in a hurry.

With a grin, Wu Qi pulled out the two mid-level magic weapon-level flying swords that had been inserted into his left arm and stuffed them into the bag.

The Innate True Water Spirit Gang circulates in the arm, constantly nourishing the wound, allowing the blood vessels and nerves to heal quickly. But 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 marrow inside. This is a great harm to Wuqi's cultivation foundation.

For other cultivators, the bone marrow was damaged, and at least he had to take all kinds of elixir, and spent several months to carefully adjust his health. But for Wu Qi, although the injury is serious, as long as he steals the essence of blood and energy from a few people and fills it up, the injury will be almost healed in three to five days.

There was still a little bit of the essence of blood energy that he had just inhaled into his body, and Wu Qi gathered them near the wound without hesitation. The fiery heat rushed to the wounds on the bones, and the bones and marrow began to regenerate and heal at a speed that Wu Qi could perceive.

Yan Heluo originally thought that his two personal guards could easily solve Wu Qi, but when he saw the two sword lights breaking through the air, he sneered proudly and just got up from the ground. Before he could stand firm, Wu Qi had already mutilated himself in the most ferocious and brutal way, and then beheaded the two strongest cultivators around Yan Heluo.

Yan Heluo, who was about to laugh up to the sky with pride, shuddered, and the laughter suddenly choked in her throat, mutating into a weird 'giggling' sound like a little hen that just laid an egg. He looked at Wuqi tremblingly, and couldn't figure out why Wuqi, who had just been born in the realm of nourishing veins, could kill the two strongest guards around him.

"You, you, someone here!" Yan Heluo pointed at Wu Qi, and finally let out a long, shrill whistle.

Outside the hall, the guards brought by Yan Heluo had already rushed in, but just now the two monks' bodies exploded, and countless black and highly poisonous flesh and blood flew all over the sky, and they had to avoid it. At this moment, Yan Heluo screamed wildly, and they all drew out their swords, and rushed towards Wuqi like a tide.

There was a sound of sword clang, and a soft sword trembled and swept across, like a poisonous snake, wrapping three times around Yan Heluo's neck. The quality of the soft sword is very good. It is a sharp weapon carefully crafted by a master craftsman. The sharp sword edge is close to Yan Heluo's neck.

Lu Chengfeng held the sword hilt steadily, and his fingers did not waver in the slightest. He stood close behind Yan Heluo, and ruthlessly whispered: "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 I'll kill you!"

Yan Heluo shouted like a ghost: "Yan Le Gong, are you crazy? Do you know the consequences of killing me?"

Lu Chengfeng said savagely: "So what if I kill you? It's a big deal. As long as I have brothers and friends, I can't break out of the world? You come and force my son's Tieshan refinery. It's just coming to humiliate me. You still want to kill my life and death brother, kill my chief disciple, you don't give me face, so what if I kill you?"

Holding the 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 suave and elegant, has the elegance of a son of a noble family, but at this time, he is also like a wild wolf forced into a desperate situation, with the same fierce and murderous aura as Wu Qi.

"Yan Heluo, can you tell this young master whether your neck is flesh and blood? Can this soft sword cut off your head?"

Wu Qi spit out a mouthful of blood, and 'Jie Jie' raised a thumb at Lu Chengfeng with a weird smile: "Hey, aren't you forcing me not to leave you alone in this life? Hey, hehe, it sure is. Brothers!"

None of the soldiers who rushed into the hall dared to move, Wu Qi walked to Yan Heluo with a mad laugh, and slapped Yan Heluo with a slap in the face, so that Yan Heluo's big teeth almost flew out. Yan Heluo's neck was crooked and the blade of his sword was tight, and the oily skin on his neck was cut into a large piece, and blood flowed down with a 'crashing'.

Yan Heluo and Yan Bugui shouted in unison: "Stop, everything is easy to discuss!"

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