The Old Lady is Not Cute, Super Fierce

Seeing the slightly swaying tail behind the woman before disappearing, the tall man clapped his palms three times: "It turned out to be a fox demon. I heard the rumor that the Jiangdong generation predicted the appearance of the fox demon. I thought Maybe it's a ghost, but I didn't expect it to be a fox demon."

"Then it seems that the little girl has feasted the eyes of the adults?" Su Qingqing's face became more smiling, and she stepped lightly on her feet. She didn't have the slightest fear in the face of the three masters of Qi Cultivation: "Then how many times?" An adult looks at this face, how about leaving?"

"Girl, do you think it's possible?" The tall man said, with a twitch of his hand, the light of the knife flashed, and a machete was already out of its sheath.

The other two also made preparations for fighting, ready to pinch the fox demon in front of them at any time.

"Actually, the little girl was just joking. She saw all of her face, so the little girl wanted to keep the three adults here."

As soon as the voice fell, the murderous intent appeared, the light of the knife appeared, and the figure moved.

In just a split second, the three of them turned into three afterimages, rushing towards the woman in front of them, one with a whip, one with a hook, one attacked the rear with a whip, and the other used a hook to deal with both feet, all of them were unique device.

The leader's scimitar turned into a streak of light, and the quiet light of the knife just wiped away towards Su Qingqing's neck.

Shen Mengyan could see clearly that this was a very powerful combined attack technique, and it required the excellent cooperation of the three of them to perform it. Once it was performed, it would block all the opponent's escape routes, and they could only face head-on.

But if it is head-to-head, it will become a competition of hard power. The internal strength and physical strength of the three people are stronger than one person after all. After all, even if the three people are used alone, they are very strong.

But that fox demon is stronger, unreasonably strong!

A flash, just a flash.

When the three of them stopped, a thin wound appeared on the throats of the three of them, and then it became bigger and more obvious, and finally spurted out a lot of blood, and the three of them stared wide His eyes fell down heavily, and he lost his breath.

"After killing someone, you have to pay attention to handling the corpse. If you hide it, you have to erase your own traces." Su Qingqing seemed to be talking to herself or talking to someone, and snapped her fingers lightly with her right hand. A faint blue flame appeared and landed on several corpses on the ground.

"boom!"

In an instant, the body burned, and under the licking of the flames, it began to become charred and black, making it difficult to detect information.

After finishing all this, Su Qingqing turned around, looked at the place where Shen Mengyan was hiding, jumped up and disappeared.

Shen Mengyan stared at the place where the fox disappeared, expressionless.

She was talking to me, what did she mean?Obviously I ruined her good thing last time, but this time I came here to save me?And what a coincidence?

Chapter 42 The Pretender

Shen Mengyan was just about to leave, but there was another sound in the distance, and after a while, several familiar figures walked out of the forest.

It was Xia Qing, Wu Ku, and Hercules who looked like he was owed money by others.

"This is the sword bearer, but he is dead!"

Xia Qing's eyes widened slightly, and she frowned as she looked at one of the four corpses.

Xia Qing actually confirmed the identity of the deceased as the sword bearer just by taking a look at it. Isn't this already burnt to black?How did she see it?

"Hmph." Heracius snorted, and looked at the corpse on the ground: "You don't need to remind, the aura around this guy's body is so obvious that even a blind person can see it."

Shen Mengyan, who was hiding in the dark, frowned, and suddenly felt that this guy looked a little uncomfortable.

"Amitabha, this corpse belongs to the sword-bearer, what about the other three corpses?" Wuku looked at the corpses on the ground with a look of unbearable expression on his face: "Please wait a moment, this little monk digs a hole for these .”

"Monk, if you kill people and dig holes like this, won't you be busy to death in the future?" Xia Qing said, and the long sword pointed straight at the ground.

The sword energy immediately bombarded the ground, blasting a small crater at once, and then several sword qi blasted down at the same time, making the crater bigger and deeper.

"The monk has always been troublesome. After death, he will return to heaven and earth. Even if you don't bury him, he will reincarnate."

As Heracius said, his fists slammed into the ground, and it turned out to be a divine fist. The violent and chaotic punches immediately blasted towards the ground, creating a hole the size of a person in an instant.

Seeing the two people helping him, Monk Wuku also used his palm technique to dig a hole in the ground, and then buried them all.

Afterwards, with a miserable expression on his face, he swiped the Buddha beads with one hand, stood on his chest with one hand, and chanted the mantra of rebirth for the dead in a low voice.

During the bursts of Sanskrit singing, Xia Qing and Heracius started a new discussion.

Heracius took a deep breath, as if trying to relieve the suffocation in his heart: "The sword bearer is dead, but the body has been burned. We can't find the real cause of death..."

"No, although it has been burned, it can still be seen." Xia Qing shook her head slightly: "The fatal injury should be the knife wound that was cut open on the front. This knife cut through flesh and blood, and even hurt the bones. One hit kill.

"As for the other three, the fatal wounds were all on the knife marks on their throats. If this is the case, the murderer should be the same person. I don't know how powerful these three are, but the sword-wielder is powerful enough to grab the sword after being killed. The person who comes is probably a person who has reached the Qi Cultivation Realm!"

"A master with powerful sword skills and who has stepped into the realm of nourishing Qi..."

Heracius was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"There are not many famous sword masters in the Central Plains. There are only four people who have achieved great success in cultivating Qi and returning to master swordsmanship. Xue Bowan from Tongshan, Liu Sanhua, the owner of Liuye Zhuang, the three masters of the magic knife sect, and the Dao of Dragon and Snake. Zong’s seven kill Taoists, but this time, didn’t it mean that none of them came?”

"It's true in the news that he didn't come, but are you sure that he really didn't come?"

Xia Qing said something casually, frowning slightly:

"It's a good thing that the sword-bearer is dead, but now the Maha Blood Sword is gone. Every time this magic sword is released, it will inevitably cause catastrophe. The person who grabs the sword may be our next enemy."

Heracius looked at Xia Qing, with surprise in his tone: "Do you suspect that the sword is controlling people?"

"Don't you think so?" Xia Qing looked at Heracius, not asking but provocative.

"It's just that I didn't expect you to think of this step, at least it shows that you are not a fool." Heracius pointedly.

At this time, Monk Wuku finished chanting scriptures, he turned to look at the two of them, and said lightly:

"When the blood sword is born, there will inevitably be a catastrophe in the world. Every time the master of the blood sword rampages in the martial arts, bringing blood and rain. If it is not that the master of each generation of the blood sword is a villain, then there is only one possibility, the blood sword itself It will affect people's minds and cause people to become evil."

"That's right, so we'd better find out the person who killed the sword-bearer and took the sword away, otherwise this person can easily kill the sword-bearer. Once this strength becomes evil, the martial arts catastrophe will really be unavoidable gone."

If a powerful person who can kill several Qi-nourishing experts becomes an enemy, it must be a very troublesome thing.

"Amitabha, I hope that such a thing will not happen."

Wu Ku said, the few people stopped staying and walked towards Huaidong City.

Sorry, I'm not that strong, I'm just a small shrimp.

In the dark, Shen Mengyan tried her best to control her breath to minimize her sense of existence. She was relieved only after those people left, and waited silently for a while. After confirming that these three people had really left, she finally He stood up and walked towards Huaidong City.

As she walked, she gritted her teeth.

That vixen was definitely intentional. He could have caused all kinds of injuries, but he had to use a knife wound as a mark. This is not obvious, so it makes people think that there is only one person here, and he killed all the others?

And it can be considered that, in addition to the reason that the corpse was burned and could not be inspected properly, the vixen must have intentionally imitated the knife wound I left on the sword-bearer. Eight is enough to be believed.

Back in the city, she quickly found an inn. Shen Mengyan found that the inn was full of people, densely packed, and every table was full.

Moreover, these people are also quacks, but they don't see any merchants. For Huaidong City today, merchants will not come to ask for trouble, because it is dangerous.

As for the quacks, they are naturally looking for opportunities. If they snatch the Maha Blood Sword, wouldn't they be able to hide and practice, and become invincible from now on, even soaring in the sky?

Although they all know that their chances are extremely low, this dream is always to be done.

As a result, he hadn't taken a few steps when he heard a loud voice not far away.

"That girl over there who is carrying a pile of cloth wrapped in something, what did you bring?" The question was naked, and he made no secret of his curiosity about other people's secrets, which made the originally noisy The inn was suddenly quiet.

Shen Mengyan turned her head to look, wanting to see who the other party was talking about, but found that everyone in the inn was looking at her.

And a burly, strong man like a wall came up, his face was haughty, his body breath was steady, even if Shen Mengyan didn't make a move, Shen Mengyan sensed the opponent's breath, that kind of strength, at least it was more than 300 acupoints in the body training state. future results.

This guy actually wants to trouble me, it's really... so happy!

Shen Mengyan smiled in her heart, waiting for the other party.

Chapter 43 Prestige delivered to your door

Shen Mengyan's appearance is absolutely outstanding, and the light in the eyes of the people around her after seeing her face also shows this point.

What a beautiful girl!

Many people secretly sighed in their hearts.

It's just a sigh. At this moment, they didn't do anything, but watched the show.

There was a man in his 20s. Seeing that this man was going to bully a little girl, he couldn't see it and wanted to intervene, but he was also held back by his companion.

"This is Qian Zhong with the Qijue Ghost Hand. He has killed countless people with the Qijue Palm. Don't be brave." The man said in a very low voice, persuading his friend.

"What? Qijue ghost hand?" The person who was going to help was startled, his voice was a little uncontrollable, and many people around could hear him clearly.

Some people around who didn't know why they heard the name also showed panic when they heard the name. They didn't expect to meet such a terrible person in this place.

Some of the theatergoers also showed fear at this time, and some showed anger, but unfortunately they didn't dare to move.

Sensing the changes in his surroundings, Qian Zhong's smile grew wider and he became more complacent.

"Qiujue ghost hand Qian Zhong, 32 years old, has killed countless people. Most of the dead were hit by seven claws, and the death point was hit to death. Most of them suffered great pain before death. Among the dead, there were not only vendettas, There are also massacres without any reason."

Shen Mengyan looked at the man, and what she said was the information she knew. The person who provided the information was Shun Kaishen, the head of the Huaxi Escort Bureau.

"No, no, you're wrong. How could I kill people indiscriminately? Naturally, I have a reason for killing people. For example, that guy over there, his eyes make me very uncomfortable, so I'm going to kill him soon."

Pointing to a person who was glaring at him not far away, the smile on Qian Zhong's face became more rampant, completely ignoring the people present.

He can indeed ignore it, Qijue Hand is a set of palms and fingerings, with tricky angles and extremely fast speed, known for its venomous speed.

In addition, this guy wove a pair of gloves with silver thread. The inside and outside are separated so that they will not interfere with each other. The outside is soaked in venom. Get limp.

He likes to torture his prey, so he is reluctant to use deadly poison.

"Ugh……"

Shen Mengyan sighed.

"Why are you sighing? Tell the uncle to make him happy." Qian Zhong said, looking at Shen Mengyan with his eyes full of aggression.

Shen Mengyan glanced at the other party, and shook her head slightly: "Actually, I don't like killing people very much, but the more I don't like killing people, the more this will keep happening, and I have no choice but to kill people."

"Ok?"

Qian Zhong was taken aback for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, he understood the meaning of this sentence, the other party wanted to make a move.

"You think you can handle me?"

Qian Zhong's hands had already been put on special gloves, which should have a silvery luster, but they were black because of the reaction caused by being soaked in venom.

The venom itself does not have this effect, but when the venom is refined, there will always be something that will cause a silver reaction.

"Try it, and you'll know if you don't."

As Shen Mengyan said, she took a step forward. The distance between the two of them was less than three meters at this moment. Their breaths were entangled, their internal breaths were churning, and the confrontation began at this moment.

Qian Zhong felt a pressure, a strong pressure, as if in front of him was not a little girl, but a strong man who had practiced martial arts for decades.