Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

In the worst case, he would deny it to death, and at best he would be demoted and sent out.

Cui Du, a very strange name.

But it used to be known as "Sand Scorpion" in Jianghu.

Lin Mang slowly wiped the Xiuchun knife in his hand, and a flat voice came through the majestic rain:

"Sand Scorpion Cui Du, one of the seven gods who once respected Xinmen, I'm right."

Lin Mang suddenly raised his head and looked at the approaching figure.

Cui Du's expression changed slightly as he stepped forward, staring at Lin Mang with a sinister gaze, and said in a cold tone, "I never thought I'd been away from the rivers and lakes for so long, and someone would still remember my name."

Lin Mang threw away the cloth in his hand, and said with a sneer, "You think too much."

"It's just that I saw a dossier occasionally."

"It seems that you and other quacks are not worthy of being remembered by this officer."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Mang stepped forward against the heavy rain.

The majestic zhenqi scrolled and the majestic heavy rain flowed upstream.

Around his body, there is a closed gang qi surrounding him, forming a round ball.

Three feet of rainwater can hardly enter the whole body!

Innate Astral Qi!

This is a martial skill obtained from the broken hand bone, and it can be called the best defense in the world.

It first appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and it is the supreme Taoist martial arts collection.

It's a pity that this exercise is incomplete.

Even so, the power is already extraordinary!

At the beginning, Yang Xuancheng's guard was just a beginner, if he hadn't broken it with the full moon scimitar, he might have difficulty breaking it.

Cui Du's face turned cold.

His palm instantly became pitch black, and a pair of ferocious armored gloves appeared on his right hand.

"Chong!"

The Xiuchun knife slashed on the armored glove, bursting out sparks.

The figures of the two pulled out a long phantom in the rain, and the streamer flickered.

……

Outside Mingzhaofang,

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Under the eaves of a restaurant, a person was sitting quietly.

Dressed in white to win the snow.

Holding a flagon in his hand, he quietly watched the heavy rain all over the sky.

At this moment, a figure came quickly in the night.

It was a hulking old man who looked about 80 years old.

An extremely strong aura exudes from his body.

The moment the footsteps fell, the surrounding rain seemed to have stopped.

"Wei Guogong, stop!"

The figure under the eaves slowly got up, and said quietly: "Wei Guogong, I'm afraid you won't be able to go to Mingzhaofang tonight."

The old man who was rushing forward paused slightly, looked at the figure in white, and said in surprise: "Xiao Yuan, are you going to stop me?"

"Don't you just let him go on like this?"

Yuan Changqing raised the jug in his hand and drank it all in one gulp, a rare scowl appeared on his calm face.

"Naughty?"

"Who is messing around?"

"Wei Guogong, why do you have to go through this muddy water?"

Yuan Changqing stepped out of the eaves of the restaurant.

At that moment, the surrounding rain seemed to slow down.

His aura gradually increased.

Yuan Changqing said calmly: "I used to be blocked by others, and my cultivation as a master has completely disappeared."

"Today, I will not let the same thing happen again."

Wei Guogong narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "How can you stop me?"

Yuan Changqing stepped forward.

Infinite sword intent wandered around.

The shocking sword intent shot straight into the sky, as if it shattered the dark clouds deep in the sky.

The vitality of heaven and earth gathered crazily!

At this moment, all the masters in the capital seemed to feel something, and looked at Mingzhaofang.

On the roof of the imperial palace, an old man in Taoist robes held a jug and sighed softly, "It's a pity that Yuan Changqing is astonishing."

At that moment, a red sword light pierced the night like a shooting star.

The raindrops falling from the sky suddenly seemed to stagnate.

In the night,

Yuan Changqing's fingers are like swords, and the whole body is enveloped by sword intent.

In an instant, the light between the fingers rolled up all the rainwater within a radius of [-] meters.

Every drop of rain seems to have turned into a long sword, coming like a dragon roaring.

Amazing sword intent spreads all over!

Shock finger!

Chapter 151

Shocking Yuan Changqing with one finger!

A name that was quite famous in the world 20 years ago.

Once defeated the grandmaster with one finger in the Tiangang realm!

Only then did he have a "one-finger shocking name" in the world.

In Jianghu, there are very few wrong nicknames.

Only those who really understand him can know how amazing this person was back then.

There were even rumors that he had realized the state of a great master back then.

Among the new generation of Jianghu, this person can be said to be the arrogance of all major sects who can't hold their heads up.

Defeat the master with one finger, defeat the arrogance with one finger

Extremely chic!

He doesn't practice swords, but he has a world-shaking sword intent!

On the palace tower, the old Taoist stared at the sky, took a sip of the wine in the gourd, and said with a chuckle: "After 20 years of hiding, it's really extraordinary to be able to come this far."

"Pity."

The vision of heaven and earth rising outside Mingzhaofang is thrilling.

The awe-inspiring and overwhelming sword intent shocked everyone.

That night, many eyes in the entire capital cast their eyes on Mingzhaofang from the dark place.

Grandmaster level battles!

That is the terrifying vitality of heaven and earth that only a master can draw.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning flashed across the clouds!

A sudden flash of light illuminated the figure in white that jumped into the air.

White clothes beat snow!

Standing in the heavy rain, he looked lonely and desolate.

From the depths of the tumbling thundercloud, there seemed to be a finger from the sky falling down.

The traces of lightning surged in the thunderclouds!

All the rainwater from the sky melted into this finger.

Yuan Changqing was dressed in white, and his whole body exuded an air of pride.

Thousands of rains are also thousands of sword qi!

The sword is in full swing!

In the night, that radiant blood pierced through the rain, and disappeared in a flash, as if it had cut through the sky, coming from the depths of the sky.

The vitality of heaven and earth surged under the traction of the sword intent.

The sword finger broke through the rain!

For a moment, people couldn't tell whether it was fingering or swordsmanship.

The voice of Haoran exploded in the majestic heavy rain: "This finger is my forbearance for the past 20 years!"

"Dream!"

The moment the voice fell, the boundless sword finger seemed to pierce the dark clouds, roll up a majestic momentum, and pierce through the heavy aura.

The rain in the sky rolled backwards, sweeping away with this finger.

fast!

The sword light was so fast that it only left a phantom in the air.

Big dream!

At that moment, the scene in front of him seemed to change.

There are no dark clouds, and there is no such a majestic heavy rain.

There are only dreams created with sword energy.

Amidst the rain, Duke Wei's figure was rapidly retreating.

One of his hands was dripping blood!

The robe on his body has already been torn!

A strand of white hair fell quietly.

"What a shocking Yuan Changqing with one finger, I admire you!"

"This finger is too old to be convinced!"

"I don't care what happened tonight!"

The thick voice gradually faded away in the rain.

Yuan Changqing fell to the ground, his white robe was already wet by the rain.

His arms were hanging down, and his fingers were already a lake of flesh and blood. Blood dripped continuously along his fingers, melting into the rainwater on the ground.

Looking at the majestic heavy rain in the sky, traces of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Yuan Changqing's mouth.

The breath on his body is gradually rising!