Scourge the heavens

Time flies like an arrow, and it is five years in a blink of an eye.

Since the demon sect was exterminated, there has been a rare clean day in the world, and the various sects have quieted down a lot.

Because of Wei Qiu's presence in the Huashan faction, even bandits and bandits have disappeared within a hundred miles, and others dare not come to cause trouble.

In front of the cave of Siguoya, a simple bamboo house was newly built.

On the stone platform outside the bamboo house, Wei Qiu sat with his legs cross-legged, as if he had fallen asleep.

Not far from the stone platform, a feminine young man stood quietly, like a wood carving without emotion, without blinking his eyes.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and the voice stopped abruptly in front of the feminine young man. It was Ying Bailuo who came.

"Wei Dong, how long has the sect master been practicing?" Ying Bailuo glanced at the effeminate young man and asked in a low voice.

The effeminate boy is the little boy from back then, Wei Dong.

He didn't answer Ying Bailuo's words, but stared at Ying Bailuo coldly, and there seemed to be a slight dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Although Ying Bailuo's martial arts has reached the innate level, under Wei Dong's eyes, he feels suffocated by being stared at by a giant jungle python.

Ying Bailuo was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth with both hands, not daring to make any more noise.

At this moment, Wei Qiu is in an illusion.

This is a strange place. Although there are lush dense forests in his sight, it is not the Siguo Cliff of Huashan Mountain.

A sharp cry sounded, and then Wei Qiu saw a big eagle.

The big eagle has sparse feathers all over its body, its fishing mouth is curved, its feathers are yellow and black, and there is a large blood-red sarcoma on its head. It is estimated that among the eagle species, it is also the most ugly one.

Beside Chou Diao, a middle-aged man in white shirt stood proudly.

"The Ziwei soft sword is in your hand?" Wei Qiu just walked in when he heard the man's surprised voice.

"Who is your Excellency?" Wei Qiu looked at the person in front of him, and had some guesses in his heart.

Such an ugly eagle is basically difficult to meet, and the people who can be beside this eagle are either Yang Guo or Dugu Qiubai.

"Me?" The middle-aged man was startled when he saw Wei Qiu asking him, and then he replied nonchalantly: "My surname is Dugu, and I have been in the world for more than [-] years, and I have never met anyone who can defeat me."

"But you make me feel pressured, isn't it weird?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be Dugu seeking defeat. He looked at Wei Qiu repeatedly, like a researcher obsessed with martial arts.

"What are you thinking about so much, don't you know if you try it?" Compared with Dugu Qiubai's curiosity, Wei Qiu is full of fighting spirit.

As soon as the soft sword in his hand was unsheathed, there was a burst of exclamation from the opposite side, obviously quite surprised by the Cangsong sword in Wei Qiu's hand.

The reforged soft sword seemed to have a hint of spirituality.

Wei Qiu's body remained motionless, his right hand hanging on his waist trembled slightly, and a blue-white silver light suddenly rose, flashing away like lightning.

Just when the tip of the sword approached the opponent, there was only a "ding" sound, and there was a crisp sound from the body of the soft sword.

The sharp sword light suddenly dissipated, but Wei Qiu's heart felt as if the river was overwhelmed.

When the sword was just drawn, the opponent just flung off his sleeve casually, and the sling on the cuff knocked down the soft sword's attack, making Wei Qiu's attack disappear in an instant.

Is it so casual?

"Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people. If there is no trick to win, there is a trick." Recalling the original book's description of Dugu Qiubai, Wei Qiu murmured.

"So it's Dugu Nine Swords, are you his disciple?" Dugu Qiubai asked in a daze as if he had thought of something.

Wei Qiu didn't answer, he didn't know who the other party was talking about.

The soft sword in his hand kept waving, an aura of aloofness and desolation emanated from his body, and the soft sword in his hand seemed to be much faster.

Two soft crisp sounds came, and Dugu Qiubai flipped his sleeves twice more seemingly casually.

Wei Qiu staggered, and the soft sword in Wei Qiu's hand was thrown out and stuck into the soil, the blade trembling slightly.

"Now you don't have a sword, what should you do?" Dugu Qiubai didn't even look at the soft sword flying out, and looked at Wei Qiu jokingly, with anticipation in his eyes.

Roar!
There was a trembling dragon cry, and Wei Qiu struck forward with both palms.

"I'm not a fool, I don't have a sword, can't I use my palm?" Wei Qiu couldn't help but yelled rascally after he couldn't comprehend the mood of Dugu seeking defeat.

Since you can't comprehend it, then follow my meaning!

Anything that flies and picks leaves can hurt people, and the bullshit has no tricks to win and has tricks, so I don't care about it all.

Let's just beat him up and talk about it!

Wei Qiu didn't know that his random beating fit the true meaning of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, making Dugu Qiubai's eyes light up slightly.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are the strongest and strongest palms in the world. There are no bells and whistles in themselves, but they are simply frontal and tough.

No matter what moves you make, I'll just slap you like this and ask you if you accept it?

Dugu Qiubai exchanged palms with Wei Qiu several times in a row, but he didn't take advantage of it. The two even fought evenly for a while.

"As expected of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" Dugu Qiubai seemed to be seeing such palms for the first time, and couldn't help but praise him during the battle.

After exchanging forty or fifty moves, Dugu Qiubai retreated to the side in satisfaction, and danced quickly on the spot.

As the opponent moved faster and faster, Wei Qiu clearly saw that the fallen leaves and sand around the two were swept up by powerful internal force, like a small tornado.

In the raging wind, Wei Qiu felt as if his whole body was being cut by a sword blade, with endless slashes everywhere.

Dugu Qiubai was able to use the rotating sand and fallen leaves as an attack method.

Being in the very center of the storm, Wei Qiu had no way out at all with his current level nine Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.

Amidst the crackling sound, Wei Qiu's body was cut apart inch by inch like tofu.

It was obviously just an illusion, but Wei Qiu could clearly feel the scars on his body and the real pain, which made Wei Qiu instantly doubt his previous judgment.

Is everything in front of me really just an illusion?
If he died here, would he really die!
Blood sprayed on his side, and his vision gradually blurred.

When Wei Qiu's body was staggering and about to fall like this, a tyrannical stubbornness and unwillingness rose in his heart.

"I've said it before, I won't bow to anyone except death! Not even an illusion!"

The blood-red eyes opened suddenly, and the Taixuan Jing all over Wei Qiu's body turned wildly. Relying on his stubborn temper that would never bow his head, Wei Qiu raised his head to the sky and roared loudly.

Let his blood be like a pillar, let him be hacked into pieces, I have my arrogance!
Relying on his powerful perception, Wei Qiu suddenly stretched out his right hand in a certain direction, and shouted: "Sword!"

The Cangsong sword, which was originally in the soil, was suddenly sucked into the palm of his hand by a powerful internal force.

Wei Qiu, holding a soft sword, looked at Dugu Qiubai, and made a gesture: "The highest state of my Dugu Nine Swords is not that there is no trick to win, and it is yours."

"As for my highest realm." Wei Qiu grinned and said brazenly: "If you meet the strong, you will be strong!"

[Dugu Nine Swords lv10 (Consummation)]

With a powerful will soaring into the sky, everything around him disappeared in an instant.

Opening his eyes, Wei Qiu realized that he was still sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, and Ying Bailuo and Wei Dong were standing not far in front of him, who had been waiting for a long time.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Wei Qiu lowered his head and chose to open the personal panel first.