Final evolution of martial arts

Lin Su chuckled, these days the ugly eagle seems to want to get back on the scene, and comes to sneak up on him every now and then. In fact, sneak attacks are sneak attacks. Every time this girl shows up, she has to cry a few times to expose her position.

Therefore, even if Lin Su didn't need to look, he could sense its attack direction. Without even thinking about it, he raised the dark iron epee to block upwards, easily blocking the deadly bombardment of the ugly eagle.

"YoYo!"

The ugly eagle chirped in frustration, as if complaining about why Lin Su was so vigilant.

"Brother Diao, you're going to lose again this time."

Lin Su laughed loudly, his wrist shook, and the majestic zhenqi spread out through the black iron epee, and he felt a tyrannical and irresistible force coming from him.

"YoYo----"

The ugly eagle seemed to be frightened, flapping its wings, the whole figure flashed tens of meters away, dodging dangerously.

Undecided, he only heard the sound of the 'rumbling' explosion, and looked at the source of the sound, feeling even more frightened.

I saw Lin Su's dark iron epee slashed down, and the ground seemed to be pulled by a strange force, tearing apart from the point where the blade landed to both sides, and spreading out at an extremely fast speed.

"Oh my God!"

"Good... so scary!"

Not far away, Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo, who had just returned from Xiangyang City, also heard the voice, and immediately looked sideways.

When seeing this scene, the whole person was dumbfounded.

From the sound of the explosion, they could clearly feel that once the residual power spread by the sword edge reached them, the consequences would be disastrous.

Chapter 388 Interception!

"This guy...has he broken through again?"

Even though she was used to it, Li Mochou couldn't help but be impressed by Lin Su's speed of cultivation.

Just think about it, 2 months ago, Lin Su was only a martial artist of the third stage of internal strength, but 2 months passed in a flash, and now he has broken through again, the real realm may have reached pseudo-innate.

"Master, do we want to go in?" Hong Lingbo swallowed, and asked weakly.

"What do you think!" Li Mochou glared at her angrily, "Didn't you see that they haven't finished yet? With your three-legged cat kung fu, you'll have to go to hell if you practice a little bit. Just wait here."

"Oh..." Hong Lingbo pursed his lips, turned his gaze to Lin Su, secretly thinking in his heart, get some powerful martial arts from Lin Lang some other day, otherwise he will always be overwhelmed by his master, and this kind of life will be difficult.

"Brother Diao, my realm has broken through again, there is no way you can beat me."

On the other side, Lin Su deflected the ugly eagle's fierce attack again, and said with a smile, trying to dispel the ugly eagle's fighting intention.

Now the strengths of the two sides are not at the same level. It is meaningless to fight like this. Maybe if one is not careful, the ugly eagle will be killed by him with a single sword. After all, his realm has just broken through, and he cannot control the power perfectly. Killing is also understandable.

The ugly eagle flapped its wings and stood on one side. It was psychic, and it was not low in intelligence. It also noticed that Lin Su's strength had skyrocketed again. At the same time, it also understood that Lin Su might leave soon.

Immediately, there was a sullen cry, the bald head shrank and stretched quickly, and the curved beak straightened towards Lin Su's chest mountain.

"Hey, Brother Eagle..."

Lin Su smiled wryly, during the half a month of getting along, he and Chou Diao had been exchanging martial arts every day and got along happily.

If you really want to leave, it's really sad.

But the problem is...

He hasn't finished learning any of the five sword intents, what a fart!

Immediately when he raised his arm, the epee in his hand was like a god's help, lying across his chest, blocking the ugly eagle's fierce attack in time.

Ding----

There was a crisp metal collision sound, and the ugly eagle's hooked beak pecked heavily on the black iron epee. Lin Su did not waver, but the ugly eagle on the attacking side was pushed back by the reaction force, back and forth. .

The Ugly Eagle was full of fighting spirit, let out a loud cry, took a step forward, touched the ground with its right wing and swept towards Lin Su's feet.

"It's useless."

Lin Su smiled, not panicking. At the moment when the ugly eagle's wings were about to fall, the soles of his feet lightly touched the ground, and he jumped up high. Dragon!

There was a sound of "铛!", and the swords and beaks intersected again. Although Lin Su's active attack was caught, the ugly eagle couldn't resist Lin Su's powerful force, and the whole body flew upside down.

In just half a month, Lin Su could easily defeat the ugly eagle by relying on his physical strength alone. Even he himself couldn't believe this unbelievable speed. Also increased a lot.

The current him, even in the world of Zhongwu, his strength can easily tear the ground and smash boulders.

"Brother Diao, we won't fight today."

Lin Su put away the black iron epee, landed lightly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't leave yet!"

The ugly eagle was full of disbelief, it would never believe that Lin Su would be like Dugu seeking defeat, always practicing martial arts in the valley.

Therefore, it ignored it, and finally found a good friend who fit its heart, how could it be easy to let go, at least it had to make enough money.

With such thoughts in mind, Ugly Eagle's sharp eyes released a strong fighting spirit, and Iron Claw stepped forward suddenly, with both wings together, his momentum was extremely mighty!

"Brother Diao, forgive me for not accompanying me!"

Lin Su laughed loudly, and jumped up. While avoiding the attack of the ugly eagle, the figure had already rushed to Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo, and wrapped his arms around their waists. Amidst his exclamation, the soles of his feet borrowed strength, and the figure once again It soared into the air, and after a few vertical jumps, it disappeared on the cliff platform.

"YoYo----"

The ugly eagle yelled angrily a few times, took a deep look at the direction Lin Su and the others were heading for, then lowered his head in a lonely way, and walked into the cave shaking his head.

......

In the dense forest, the sound of 'da da da' footsteps sounded rapidly, and the three of Lin Su rushed towards the direction of Xiangyang City with strides like flying.

While hurrying on the way, Lin Su condensedly asked: "Mochou, have you found out? Are they really planning to go to Zhongnan Mountain?"

"It should be true. I caught a servant of the Guo family and threatened him to speak out." Li Mochou nodded with certainty, and replied truthfully.

Recently, Lin Su told them about the beheading of Guo Jing and Zhou Botong, so they attached great importance to this matter.

If it is really exposed/exposed, it will be a disadvantage after all.

"Are we going to intercept them?" Hong Lingbo interjected and asked.

I was nervous and excited at the same time in my heart, after all, the other party was Wujue.

In the past, even his master Li Mochou would not have dared to provoke these terrifying celebrities.

"En." Lin Su nodded.

He knew in his heart that with Huang Rong's intellect, he must have guessed that something happened to Guo Jing and Zhou Botong, and he happened to meet Hong Qigong and Master Yideng, so naturally he had to rely on their strength to ask the two of them to come.

But this is also good, originally if the other party was hiding in the Guo Mansion, he would not be able to do it. After all, he did not want to reveal his identity, but he was ready to plot against other evolutionists. evolutionary.

In addition, now, if he wants to acquire the five sword intents, he must refine the Dugu Nine Swords to a great success, devouring Hong Qigong and Master Yideng. This is also a plan that must be achieved.

"Which way did they go?" Lin Su asked sideways.

"East Gate of Xiangyang City." Li Mochou immediately replied.

"When did you leave?" Lin Su asked again.

"Just set off half an hour ago."

After asking a few more questions, Lin Su estimated the distance, which was only a dozen kilometers. With their foot strength, they could catch up in an hour.

"Okay, let's hurry up and go now."

After a few vertical jumps, the three of them gradually moved away.

Chapter 389 Yang Guo's Guess!

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

On the narrow path, under the whip of the coachman, a carriage stomped on the ground with its hooves, and the round wheels rolled up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

From a distance, it looks like a flood dragon that overturns the clouds and the sea, so spectacular.

"Come on, don't be in such a hurry, take a rest."

Suddenly, a male voice came from inside the car, the voice was old, but full of deep compassion.

"Yeah, Boy Yang, if you care about it, you will be confused. You have to be clear. Jing'er and the old naughty boy are superb in martial arts. I bet that there is no one in this world who can deal with the two of them... Well, okay, okay, even if they appear If there is a problem, it will not be life-threatening, and with the two old guys following us this time, we will definitely be able to investigate it clearly."

At the same time, a bold and unruly voice came from inside the car again, with a calm tone, obviously someone who has seen big scenes, and he is not surprised when things happen.

"Yes, Master, and Senior Hong."

Hearing this, the boy driving the carriage nodded and responded in a low voice, then grabbed the rein and slowed down sharply.

After the carriage came to a complete stop, the curtains were opened, and a shabby old man walked out.

He has square cheeks, a slight beard under his chin, thick hands and big feet, his clothes are covered with patches, and he wears a big vermilion lacquer gourd on his waist.

"Hey, Yang boy, eat something, let's eat, let's eat, there may be a tough battle to fight when we arrive at Zhongnan Mountain, let's eat quickly, we will have the strength to fight when we are full."

He took out a piece of pancake from his backpack and handed it to the boy driving the car, the old man said jokingly.

"Thank you, Senior Hong."

The boy thanked him, took the pancakes, then jumped out of the carriage sullenly, sat in the shade of a tree by the side of the road, took a bite of the pancakes, and chewed slightly.

"This kid!" The old man smiled.

"Qigong, what do you think of Rong'er's speculation?"

At this time, the owner of the benevolent voice came out.

He was wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe, and his two long white eyebrows hung down from the corners of his eyes. His brows were kind and kind, although there was sadness in his brows.

Speaking of this, the sloppy old man frowned slightly, and replied solemnly: "Rong'er's analysis is very reasonable. The identity of the other party is unknown, and his strength is unfathomable. The New Sect may have fallen. We must be careful."

"I think so too." The old monk nodded approvingly, thought for a while, and asked, "Qi Gong, you have been wandering around the rivers and lakes these years, have you ever heard of some people or organizations with strange behavior?"

"Yes, yes, but..."

Soon, the sloppy old man shook his head, and continued in a positive tone: "But with the strength of those people, let alone take down Jing'er and Old Urchin at the same time, even my old beggar can easily deal with them."

"What if it's a trick?" the old monk said again.

"But at our stage, it's not easy for ordinary warriors to plot against us." The slovenly old man smiled wryly.

"Amitabha."

The old monk sighed, this was also something he couldn't imagine.

"Master, there is a saying that I don't know if I should say it or not." The sullen boy on the other side, biting a pancake, suddenly raised his head and said slowly.

"Boy Yang, if you have something to say, you can fart as soon as you say it. Don't make up those polite words. It's harsh to my ears." The slovenly old man took out a big red gourd, uncorked the bottle and drank, waving his hands in a hurry.

"Later, Qigong is straightforward, so don't worry about it, just tell me." The old monk looked at the boy kindly and said softly.

"En." The boy replied, and the picture from a month ago played back in his mind. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said truthfully, "Master, do you still remember what happened a month ago?"

"You mean..." The old monk felt it.

"A month ago, Uncle Guo planned to take me to the Xinjiao to learn art from a teacher, but some accidents happened on the way up the mountain..." The boy just said this, with a trace of fear on his face.

"You mean that the person who injured you is the culprit?" the old monk guessed.

"No, the person who injured me was shot dead by Uncle Guo on the spot." Yang Guo shook his head and denied.

"Boy Yang, don't beat around the bush, just tell me, who is that person?" The slovenly old man frowned after taking a sip of his spirits.

The boy nodded and continued: "During the period, we met two Taoists and a young man with weird clothes and hairstyle."

"What kind of weird method?" The old monk found the key to the problem and asked.

"The man's hair is short, and his clothes are in the style of the Western Regions, but they are not the same. Even his martial arts are somewhat weird." Because of the unique shape, the boy's memory is especially fresh.

"You, Uncle Guo, did you fight with that person? What was the process and the result?" The sloppy old man narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Well, that person doesn't ask indiscriminately when they meet, and yells at Uncle Guo as a prostitute/thief. He wants to eradicate rape and evil, and he attacks very fiercely."

"The paradox is..."

"Before going up the mountain, we met that person once. Uncle Guo said at the time that the person was just an ordinary person. Who would have thought that he would become a master of martial arts in a blink of an eye. Although he lost to Uncle Guo in the end, his swordsmanship But he was able to defeat the strong with the weak, tearing apart Guo Uncle Guo's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

"Tear apart the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" The sloppy old man opened his mouth wide, and immediately denied it: "This is absolutely impossible, Jing'er's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have reached the level of Dacheng many years ago, and every palm blasts out , can achieve both firmness and softness in palm strength, that person will lose to Jinger in the end.

That is to say....