Chapter 179 The sun rises as usual
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Another place.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With the cooperation of Chai Bao, Chen Ku had already pulled out the target of 18 divine crossbows in less than half an incense stick of time. After reporting the location of the last two divine crossbows to Chai Bao, he said:
"Master Chai, there are two more for you. I will go to see the situation of the master chef!"
"Wait, Chen Ku..."
Chai Bao wanted to speak, but he saw Chen Ku had already jumped away. He couldn't help but sigh.
He actually wanted Chen Ku to stay here and take over the battle on North Street. With the strength shown by Chen Ku tonight, it would be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables to get involved and kill the other people in Chai Tiepu, and the danger would be less.
On the contrary,
Although Yang Lao's strength is unquestionable, he will definitely have the upper hand over Xie Qingfeng.
But,
Xie Qingfeng is the fourth best master in the city after all. Even if he is not Yang Lao's opponent, it is still possible for him to escape at all costs.
If Chen Ku had gone, Xie Qingfeng might have wanted to drag Chen Ku along with him to die together. It was hard to say.
But since Chen Ku had already gone, he could only believe that Master Yang had enough strength to protect his apprentice.
Huh!
Huh!
Chen Ku was running on the eaves, at the speed of a horse, even without using footwork, it was as fast as lightning. At the same time, he was looking at the two families below who were curled up in a ball and fighting.
With the thought that flies were still small, he kept shooting at the masters of the Chai Tie Pu who seemed to be at least in the second and third realms.
[The owner of the picture killed Chang Luo...]
[The owner of the picture killed Wen San...]
...
Tonight, Chen Ku's reminder of the transformation of the picture never stopped. The reminder of the malice he had and the reminder of killing the enemy to gain evil spirit were mixed with each other...
Chen Ku didn't have the mind to count them carefully at this time.
But it can be imagined that after the battle tonight, he will harvest a large number of unprecedented high-quality human masters' evil spirits, all from the core elites in Chai Tiepu.
Among them, there may be blacksmiths who are good at the secret weapon casting technique of Chai Tiepu.
But,
compared with the evil spirits provided by these people.
What Chen Ku wants most is Xie Qingfeng's evil spirit. This great master ranked fourth in the city is a genius who is only 27 or 28 years old. Whether it is his qualifications or strength, or the secret skills of Chai Tiepu contained in him, they are the most attractive to Chen Ku.
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Boom!
The bluestone slab shook violently!
After Xie Qingfeng was approached by Yang Luchan, he was hit in the face with a stick. Although he had made the fastest reaction within his ability, he pulled out the most powerful famous soldier-level "Qinggang Sword" in Chai Tiepu like lightning and swung the sword to block it!
Still, he was swept back thirty feet by Yang Luchan's strength from the fifth realm warrior and his unreasonable and unparalleled power. He flew a hundred meters away, smashing the bluestone slab at the end of the alley on the street like a dragon turning over, splashing stones!
"Ah!"
Xie Qingfeng half-knelt in the deep pit of the bluestone slab, leaning on the sword with one hand, his hair flying, and slowly stood up, leaning on the sword in his hand, staring at the tall old man on the roof, and said expressionlessly:
"Yang Luchan, the strongest in the fifth realm, the violent ape thousand-pound stick, nothing more than this!"
"Huh... you have also practiced the 'iron shirt' to perfection? No..."
Yang Luchan looked at Xie Qingfeng, who was able to get up from the spot so quickly after being hit by his stick. Of course, it was because his famous sword Qinggang Sword in his hand took away a lot of strength, but his solid physique was the foundation.
This made him wonder at first whether the thirteenth son of the Xie family, like his old father, had practiced the iron shirt to perfection, no longer had any weakness, and could even rebound with force.
But he did not feel the rebound force of the iron shirt at perfection just now. If so, there is only one explanation.
"Hey, you stubborn little bastard, you are wearing a famous-level inner armor, right?"
Yang Luchan basically guessed the reason.
He jumped down and arrived on the street. Looking at Xie Qingfeng who was holding a sword in one hand and setting up a sword stand, he grinned and said:
"Do you think you can catch my stick by wearing a turtle shell?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Breathing like thunder:
"Come! Take a stick from grandpa!"
Yang Luchan's body suddenly swelled to a height of ten feet, like a little giant, holding the twelve thousand jin water and fire dragon head stick, he stepped on the ground, shaking a long street, and then performed the most classic move of the violent ape thousand jin stick!
A stick to the sky!
He handed out the stick without any sound, and he had completely entered the perfect peak state of lifting heavy objects with ease and perfection.
"Learn from you!"
Almost at the moment when Yang Luchan handed out the stick, Xie Qingfeng, who was leaning on the sword in his hand, made another move at the same time. He stepped on the ground, and his figure was like a green dragon, leaving several afterimages on the long street!
Changing the Sun Nine Swords!
There are four unique skills in the firewood and iron shop, namely Iron Shirt, Moving Mountain Cloak Hammer, Weapon Refining Technique, and Changing the Sun Nine Swords!
Many people in the Chai Tie Pu practiced the Iron Shirt and the Mountain Moving Cloak Hammer, because there was no threshold for practice. All you needed was perseverance and moderate qualifications, and you could achieve something by spending time.
The art of training weapons was the foundation of the Chai Tie Pu.
This method is actually not martial arts, just like Yaowangtang's elixir recipe is not martial arts, but the foundation of a family and a sect. Although it is not martial arts, it is more valuable than martial arts.
It was obtained by Xie Wenyuan from a dilapidated blacksmith shop when he was traveling around the world. It is said that its inheritance can be traced back to the 'Sacred Weapon City' in Youzhou that has been passed down for thousands of years but has now disappeared.
As for the Nine Swords of Changing the Sun, it was entirely Xie Qingfeng's own adventure.
Back then, he escaped from the Qiulong Mansion and acquired this unique skill. After acquiring it, within five years, he had mastered all nine of its techniques to the point of perfect proficiency.
The power of this sword technique lies in the ability to refine a breath of 'Pure Yang Sword Qi'. By the end of the practice, with the sword in hand, the person and the sword become one, and the whole person will be like the sun in the sky.
Yang Luchan smashed it with a stick, carrying a huge force, but all he saw was a dazzling light in his eyes, as if it was dawn at the end of the night!
Xie Qingfeng's Nine Sun Changing Swords are like a bright meteor coming from the end of the sky!
One more moment!
The shooting star flashes away!
His critical strike fell completely into the air, and at the same time, the meteor lit up on the left again, attacking his throat in an instant!
Yang Luchan's body now swelled to three meters tall. After Xie Qingfeng used his sword skills, his body seemed to be even smaller.
It looks like the golden crow colliding with the giant in ancient mythology!
"There's a way!"
This is also the first time that Yang Luchan has fought against this young man who is still young but can compete with him in the top ten in the city. He has heard about Sun Changing Sword Technique, but has never fought against him. Now that he has seen it, he feels that it is really not bad. .
Seeing this sword avoid his heavy stick, it struck with dexterity and pure Yang sword energy.
Yang Luchan was completely unhurried. Even if the stick failed, the five fingers hidden in the sleeves around his waist clenched tightly in an instant, closed into a fist, and swung towards the sun!
With one punch, a fist force that seemed to shake the Five Mountains burst out, immediately vibrating the air, dispersing the airflow, and immediately illuminated Xie Qingfeng among the meteors!
All of his sword energy was wiped out, causing the energy in Xie Qingfeng's body to be shaken and disordered by the punch.
then,
This punch seized this opportunity and hit the back of Xie Qingfeng's Qingzhi sword hard, causing Xie Qingfeng's sword to bounce high in the air!
"What?" Xie Qingfeng's pupils shrank slightly. Even though he had already estimated Yang Luchan's strength, he still didn't expect that Yang Luchan had such a powerful boxing technique, which was completely different from his famous stick. Under the law.
One move is wrong, every step is wrong!
when!
The moment Xie Qingfeng's Qingzhi Sword bounced high, sending his whole body flying backwards, Yang Luchan's 12,500-pound dragon-headed stick appeared on both of his hands. At the legs, sweep across!
Wearing treasure armor? Could it be possible that they are also worn on the feet?
Yang Luchan swept across with such a simple stroke of the stick, and Xie Qingfeng was froze in mid-air. It was the moment when he had nowhere to stay and could not move, so he could only try his best to save one of his legs!
Then he watched helplessly as the stick swept over and hit his left leg heavily.
boom!
Xie Qingfeng's left leg was instantly blown out and turned into blood mist. At that moment, he did not feel the bone-piercing pain, but only a thought flashed through his mind:
"My iron cloth shirt is broken."
Iron Cloth Shirt's strength is all over his body, and it runs on blood. If he can reach the level of proficiency, then maybe he can take a real blow from Yang Luchan, and even if he is disabled, his legs will not be blown out.
But not to mention that his cultivation level was weaker than the first level, he was hit by a strong force, and his iron cloth shirt was not perfect. This stick directly caused the blood mist to evaporate from his right lower body, and because the blood and qi in the whole body could no longer circulate, The power is broken in an instant!
Bang!
Xie Qingfeng hit the ground heavily, but he did not fall to the ground. Instead, he quickly hit the ground with his palm and used his inner energy to rebound his body and fly more than ten feet into the distance.
I'm afraid that Yang Luchan will take another blow.
Unexpectedly,
When his body was covered with blood and flew backwards, Yang Luchan's figure was reflected for a moment, but suddenly he saw a young man appearing on the eaves above and to the left of Yang Luchan, stepping on the tiles.
Draw a bow and set an arrow.
"Chen Ku..."
Xie Qingfeng recognized the person standing on the eaves at a glance.
The moment he saw Chen Ku drawing his bow and setting an arrow.
My mind suddenly went blank.
An extremely strong sense of crisis surged throughout his body, and his eyes seemed to be covered by a sky of ice and snow, turning into a vast expanse of clean white color.
"Spiritual sightings..."
Xie Qingfeng was in a daze for a moment, and instinctively started to struggle. It seemed that after half a breath, he regained his sight...
However,
What he saw was a black arrow feather, stopping three inches above his line of sight. The arrow feathers were still shaking, as if the remaining power was not exhausted.
"I was hit by an arrow."
Xie Qingfeng had an arrow between his eyebrows, piercing the front and back of his head, but his figure was still swaying under the support of one leg, and his mouth kept closing and opening. The last thought that flashed through his mind was:
"Sure enough, dad, what you said when I was little is right: Jianghu, if I kill you today, someone else will kill me tomorrow. Some people die well, and the most fearful death is a dishonorable death."
There is no doubt that he died in an ignominious way, being shot dead by a young disciple of the Medicine King Hall. Of course, the young man took advantage of his master behind his back, but... he was indeed killed.
Bang!
Xie Qingfeng, who was dead, with his eyes open and his hair disheveled, fell on the bluestone slab with one leg and died.
"Stinky boy!"
Yang Luchan looked at Xie Qingfeng who was shot and fell to the ground in the distance, and also looked at the disciple standing on the eaves in time, and couldn't help but laugh and scold:
"Are you here to help the master, or to pick up heads?"
[The owner of the picture killed Xie Qingfeng and obtained a fourth-level evil spirit...]
Chen Ku jumped up and came to the master, and said with a smile: "It's okay if the person dies. We are the father and son, don't you think, master?"
As he spoke,
he was also satisfied to see that the evil spirit of the transformation picture in his mind was obtained. This wave of heads was considered to be snatched again.
"That's true."
Yang Luchan did not deny Chen Ku's statement. He just looked at Xie Qingfeng's body, exhaled deeply, and patted his apprentice on the shoulder:
"If the old man is not dead, the new man can't get ahead. Today, you killed Xie Qingfeng, and you deserve to step on his reputation to get promoted."
Who else would he support if not his own apprentice.
"Master, Xie Qingfeng is dead, and the divine crossbowmen have been wiped out. Now only the middle-level firewood and iron shops on the street are left..." Chen Ku said, "Let's go and clean up the mess quickly."
"That's right!"
Yang Luchan did not delay. After all, if he could go and eliminate those people as soon as possible, there might be one less person in Yaowang Hall who would die.
Not long.
When Chen Ku and the master came to the front battlefield on the North Street in front of Yaowang Hall, Hong Tingshan was dead, and the battle situation was almost one-sided.
And Chen Ku and Yang Luchan joined in the end...it was even more of a massacre.
...
When the sun rose from the east.
Cao Shouxiong had already arranged for people to move away all the bodies and started to clean the floor.
Finally, when the merchants and people on both sides of North Street, who had been terrified all night, carefully opened their doors, they found that except for the red in the cracks of the bluestone slabs and some places were broken, the street was clean.
Finally, look at the Medicine King Hall.
The apprentices were repairing the walls, but the couplet was not stained with blood.
Although the preparation is complicated, we must not save labor!
Although the taste is expensive, we must not reduce the material resources!
Everyone looked at the door couplet, and only one thought came to their mind, that is:
"There will be no more firewood and iron shop in the future, but the door of the Medicine King Hall is still there."
At the same time,
when the battle situation last night was spread from various channels after the sun rose, the thoughts and expressions of all parties were completely different.
"There are a total of three fourth-level masters in the Firewood and Iron Shop, and two of them were killed by Chen Ku of the Medicine King Hall? Including the 'Thirteenth Young Master' Xie Qingfeng?!"
