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Text Chapter 275: Murderous intent, beheading

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    Before Cheng Lun, who was climbing on the wall, could think of a way to stop Yu He, among the four small tents with the lights on, the curtains of three of them flickered, and a figure rushed out from each.  The two red-hued strangers who rushed out in front of us were both tall and thin, wearing commoners, holding rattan bows in one hand and wooden arrow pots in the other.  The shorter one among them seemed to be a woman, and the soft fabric could not hide her exquisite and convex figure.  The two Chihu strangers looked at the pink clouds in the sky to the west. With just one jump, they jumped up to a height of more than ten feet. With their toes lightly touching the city wall, they rode the night wind and soared up toward the star-holding child.  Sweep away.  The last Chihu stranger who rushed out was strong and burly, with a huge multicolored stone necklace hanging around his neck, fur wrapped around his waist, and a short birch wood staff about a foot long in his hand.  When he saw that his companion had jumped out of the city wall, he hurriedly bent his knees and jumped on the ground. His body was three feet off the ground and turned into a large cloud of gray smoke.  In an instant, a powerful brown-feathered eagle flew out of the smoke. It flapped its wings and flew towards the pink clouds.  In the remaining tent with the lights on, no one came out.  But the lights in the tent dimly reflected a huge figure eight feet tall, slowly standing upright.  It was said that Yu and Yushi went through, and the faint black smoke was caught in a blink of an eye.  But before he could activate his sword to cut off the black smoke, the black smoke seemed to have sensed something strange behind him. It spun out of thin air and transformed into a Taoist wearing a gray robe.  This Taoist¡¯s right hand holds a long sword with a thick spine of four feet, with a blue blade. His left hand holds a short sword of half a foot in the back, with the blade close to the elbow and the sharp edge is not obvious.  He saw Yu He rushing seven feet in front of him with his sword, and with a flip of his right wrist, the four-foot thick-ridged long sword was aimed at Yu He's face and thrust out. With the force of the sword, electricity faintly erupted from the blue sword body.  The light carries the sound of wind and thunder.  This Taoist drew his sword as fast as lightning. Yu He only saw the movement of his right hand, and the tip of the sword was already one foot away from his eyebrows.  The four-foot-long sword was shrouded in awe-inspiring energy. Although it was extremely sharp, its murderous intent was not obvious.  It can be seen that the opponent's sword thrust was intended to force Yu He to retreat, but it was not a real life-and-death fight.  Yu He drew his sword around and dodged the four-foot-long sword in a fraction of a second, but still charged towards the gray-robed Taoist.  "But looking at the gray-robed Taoist opposite, he frowned, but there was no sign of panic at all.  He did not remove the sword force in his right hand, but turned it into reality. He raised his left hand and shook it. The short half-foot sword held in the palm of his hand suddenly showed a ferocious edge. A little cold star appeared on the tip of the sword, and it pointed towards Yu He.  Face door. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? With this sword thrust, it is already full of murderous intent.  Yu He did not want to use the mortal iron sword in his hand to strike with the gray-robed Taoist's spiritual sword. He also stretched out his left hand, put his two index fingers together, and transported a mouthful of pure sword energy to his fingertips, using his fingers as a guide.  The sword pointed out against the tip of the gray-robed Taoist's half-foot-long dagger.  The tip of the sword collided with the tip of the finger in the air, and both of them seemed to have deliberately suppressed the sound of the swords clashing, so they only made a soft "pop" sound.  Looking at the expression of the gray-robed Taoist, he fell back five steps before he could bear the force of the counter-shock. Although Yu He had to stop his forward momentum, his feet fell to the ground and remained still.  It was loose, but the fingertips of the two middle index fingers of my right hand were swollen, painful, and numb. There was a faint trace of blood seeping out along the nail seam.  Yu He deliberately put his right hand behind his back and secretly kneaded his fingers to remove the trace of sword energy remaining in the Shang Yang and Zhong Chong acupuncture points. He thought to himself: "What a powerful Taoist in gray robe. I'm afraid this person is a  A master of swordsmanship at the fifth level of Huandan!" The left wrist of the gray-robed Taoist opposite was trembling, and he was even more surprised.  The two stood facing each other in silence, looking at each other up and down.  It wasn't until both of them took out the jade talisman and verified that the person facing him was not the red-bearded puppet monk that the gray-robed Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his voice and asked, "Who is this holy fellow Taoist?" Yu He glanced at that person.  He stood in the largest tent and said in a deep voice: "That's my prey, go away." Upon hearing this, the gray-robed Taoist curled his lips and a look of anger flashed across his face.  But his left wrist, which still had a faint tingling pain, reminded him repeatedly: the black-clothed monk opposite him was definitely not an ordinary person.  Taking a deep breath, the gray-robed Taoist snorted coldly, turned into a puff of black smoke, bypassed the largest tent, and dived towards the other tents.  Yu He tiptoed the ground, drew his sword to protect his body, and rushed straight into the tent where the three red-bearded puppet monks lived.  Here, Yu He took the lead in entering Chihu Yiren's camp, but Cheng Lun, who was lurking on the city wall, still didn't move. He was watching the movement of the pink clouds in the western sky.  It is said that the three Chihu strangers who were awakened by Baoxingzi plunged into the pink clouds.  The two red-hued strangers holding rattan bows were about to draw arrows and set up the strings. At the same time, the brown-feathered eagle screamed, and a trace of thunder emitted from the bird's beak.But the Taoist lying on the brocade cloud bed in the nine-colored silk tent suddenly laughed.  But with a move of his hand, the entire red-pink clouds turned into streams of light dancing in the sky, and the flowers like rain, the beautiful lady, the silk tent, and the dragon and phoenix bed instantly turned into overlapping misty phantoms.  A ray of light shot out and passed through the sky toward the southwest, leaving behind a string of mocking laughter.  It was then that the three Chihu strangers realized that they had been teased and teased, and they couldn't help but become furious.  Two red-hued strangers holding rattan bows climbed up on the back of the brown-feathered eagle. The big eagle flapped its wings vigorously, whipped up a strong wind, and chased straight to the southwest.  After just a few breaths, Cheng Lun could no longer see the four figures submerged in the dark night sky.  By this time, Yu He had already entered the largest tent in the camp.  Cheng Lun estimated that the Four Nine Sleeping God's Soft Tendon Smoke should have worked, and the plan of the two demons of Hehuan to lure the tiger away from the mountain was also considered successful. The three unfazed Chihu strangers chased Baoxingzi away, but the two demons of Hehuan  Zhao Nanzi, who is better at killing, is walking through the Hu Yi camp.  If he doesn't take action now, these two demon sect lewd thieves will take away this great merit in vain.  However, Cheng Lun was not in a hurry. He changed his mind and secretly sent a message to the monk surnamed Ge: "Junior Brother Ge, hurry up and chase after the star-holding child. Please note that the Four-Nine Sleeping God Soft Muscle Smoke will never be completely ineffective.  , If the evil thief and the barbarian Hu Yi fight with both sides losing, you can take advantage of the fisherman's advantage and get four heads. This is a wonderful feat!" The monk surnamed Ge hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said,  It turned into a wisp of breeze and headed southwest.  Cheng Lun chuckled, slapped the gold-inlaid jade token between his forehead and eyebrows, then turned his hand and pulled out the two magic swords behind his back, and shouted in a deep voice: "Seven kills, break the army! Help me kill this barbarian front camp today."  Blood flowed like a river! "A dark red red lotus Buddha fire rose from behind Cheng Lun, revealing the true form of Asura's magic corpse "Po Jun" out of thin air.  In the farthest tent, the flying Yaksha Fu magic corpse "Seven Kills" lying on his back in the cauldron suddenly widened his eyes.  Yu He cut open the sheepskin outside the tent with a sword, rushed into the tent and looked inside. Sure enough, there were three men wearing Taoist robes sitting cross-legged on the felt blanket.  The three of them seemed to be practicing their martial arts to refine the smoke they inhaled. White steam was steaming from their heads, and their whole bodies were dripping with sweat.  There was a bronze formation plate floating above the monk among them, and a dense white light like water hung down, protecting the three people's figures.  "These three Kyushu monks who were made into puppets by the Chihu strangers all seemed to have suffered a lot in the country of Huyi.  Although they were neatly dressed, their beards and hair were messy. Their faces seemed to have been repeatedly burned with iron brands. Now their skin and flesh were blurred and covered with crowded abscesses and blood scabs, which were almost invisible.  The original appearance is very miserable to the eye.  They were shocked to find someone breaking into the tent, but they just opened their eyes and wanted to move, but they couldn't muster any strength.  The "Four-Nine Sleeping God Softening Smoke" blown by Cheng Lun is originally the famous high-grade smoke in the Taoist Medicine Shi Sect. Once it is released, it will immediately mix into the Yuan Qi of the world and be specially used to deal with Qi Refiners.  It is very rare for the three puppet monks to be able to maintain a sense of clarity for a moment after being caught by this smoke. It is extremely difficult to get up to fight.  When Yu He saw these three people, he immediately felt a stream of blood gushing out from the sea of ??consciousness, following the meridians around his body, and falling into the Guanyuan inner cauldron.  Wherever this blood energy passes through the body, the blood there immediately boils. The muscles and limbs of the limbs jump involuntarily. A torrent of true energy pours into the twelfth floor of the dantian. The evil fire in the heart hits the top door. Yu He listens to himself  His breathing became three points heavier.  "What a good thief, you failed to defect to the Hu Yi barbarians, and you are trying to sneak into Kyushu to harm Junior Sister Qingling?" For some reason, Yu He just felt that the faces of the three people in front of him were extremely hateful, as if they had an irreconcilable hatred for him.  You can't kill it quickly.  At this time, in Yu He's consciousness, these three red-bearded puppet monks were heinous and they were the "people who deserved to be killed" as Wei Xingge said. He should drink the hot blood from their throats with the three-foot green peak in his hand.  A terrifying murderous intention that was rare in Yu Heping's life suddenly burst out from his body.  The three-foot long sword in his palm was drawn, and a sword light as bright as lightning shot out.  Under the horrified and incomprehensible gazes of the three people, they saw the red-eyed man in black flick his right hand, and a dazzling cold light suddenly appeared, falling like thunder from the sky, and the bronze formation plate was split by the sword light.  When he was standing, he turned into dozens of pieces of broken copper and iron in an instant, and the protective light disappeared into smoke.  The three puppet monks were restrained by Yu He's majestic murderous intent, and their bodies felt like falling into an ice cellar.  Before their exclamations could burst out of their throats, another flash of lightning flashed in front of their eyes. The three of them suddenly felt a chill in their necks, as if something was stuck in their throats, suffocating their breath and exclamations.  in the chest.  Immediately afterwards, the sky and the earth rotated, and the vision became blurry.    Yu He put away his sword and stood up, closing his eyes and taking a breath.  The bodies of the three people opposite were still sitting cross-legged, but their three heads were thrown upwards by the blood fountain at their necks, rolling around in the air.  A bright red rain fell in the tent, and the thick smell of blood was suffocating.  It happened that Zhao Nanzi, one of the two immortals of Acacia, turned back outside the tent unwillingly.  He secretly looked into the tent and suddenly gasped.  The unparalleled bloody aura and murderous intent rushed towards him, causing Zhao Nanzi to take several steps back involuntarily.  Yu He in the tent seemed to be a silent and bloodthirsty god of death. Just his back view was enough to send chills to people's hearts. Zhao Nanzi did not dare to look any further and hurriedly left.  But he had just walked a few feet away when he suddenly saw three black shadows whizzing past his head. Cheng Lun stepped on a flying sword in front of him, and two magic corpses of Qisha and Pojun followed closely behind him.  Just look at the corpse of the Flying Yaksha, covered in blood, holding two heads of Hu Yi people in his hands, flying quickly, and dripping blood.  Zhao Nanzi gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: "Bah! What kind of Taoist masters are these? They are just like a group of bloody butchers! They are all full of murderous intent, and their attacks are more ruthless than those of us in the Demon Sect. It seems that I am not only  You have to be careful about these two evil stars, and you have to tighten your grip. If you don't take action, these barbarians will be killed by them!" He tightened the two flying swords in his hands, one long and one short, and Zhao Nan  Zi did not hide, he whipped up a strong wind and rushed towards the nearby barbarian tent.  I heard him yelling sternly: "The wind and thunder are angry, the fish and dragons are miserable! How can we lag behind others in the job of picking off people's heads? Why don't you follow me and kill them to death!" The long and short swords roared in unison, phantoms appeared.  Two piercing cold lights penetrated into the tent of the foreigners and strangled them mercilessly.
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