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    As early as on that hill, Chen Guanshui began to look for the weaknesses of the foundation-building monks in the camp, paying attention to those targets that could be easily killed, and judging the strong ones lurking inside.  Those who can be easily killed can instantly create a burst of terror and an illusion that the person coming is very powerful; accurately identifying the lurking strong person can make the battle situation without any exceptions, and follow your own script scene by scene.  Continuing the performance and leaving the climax of the battle to the end can also fill the minds of those lurking with doubts.  But being able to stand thirty miles away and observe quietly for an entire hour, watching the true behavior of those foundation-building monks without realizing they were being spied upon, Chen Guanshui indeed found the method to kill all seventeen foundation-building monks in the camp.  Lord's method.  The first person to be killed was a man named Wei Wushang.  Chen Guanshui saw that his residence was placed on the edge of the center of the camp, and it was faintly blocked in front of the central hall.  If a strong enemy attacks from the main entrance, or if Jindan Zhenren from Sanxian Temple comes to eliminate the violence and bring peace to the people, he will be the sheep standing in front of the camp owner, the female cultivator who is already in the late stage of foundation building.  The scapegoat.  So Wei Wushang was very resigned to his fate and imprisoned more than twenty women in his palace, and he kept using various methods to torture them.  In just one hour of watching, Chen Guanshui counted that he had penetrated nine women in total, whipped four of them, and forced all the women to humiliate a new girl together, forcing her to collapse.  What Chen Guanshui could see was that in addition to wearing an amulet around his neck, he even had his magic sword and storage bag casually discarded far away from the bed.  But this kind of negligence is because he is specifically seducing the women on the ground to see if any of them are lucky enough to want to seize the magic sword and assassinate him.  Wei Wushang was very focused on playing this game.  Chen Guanshui looked at him. When riding on every woman, he always liked to tease the person beneath him with the possibility of escape and rebellion after the explosion.  It seems that he always likes the changes in the eyes of those women, from surprise to temptation, then to awareness, and finally to the reminder of the women around him. He clearly realizes that he is being played, and his performance just now has revealed his own intentions.  , and then despair turned to ashes.  And he always likes the feeling of trembling all over the woman when she thinks about the possibility of being killed by him, and then makes the woman do many things that she dare not imagine in the chaos of collapse.  But Chen Guanshui attacked from behind the camp.  So after Wei Wushang heard the direction of the war, he broke through the roof nonchalantly and prepared to stand in the last position to see how miserable his colleagues who had forced him in the most dangerous place would be.  He didn't even open his shield.  Naturally, Chen Guanshui, who had been waiting for a long time, cut off his head with a sword.  But the second person, Chen Guanshui, must strike first and kill him before his footing is stable.  When Chen Guanshui observed this person, he always felt that there was an illusion about him.  This person's room is just like other casual cultivators, neat, extravagant, luxurious, but also full of mess.  In this person's room, there are also several women surrounding him, acting as servants.  This man also looked for the women around him to vent his anger when other Foundation-Building monks indulged themselves.  But Chen Guanshui saw that while his room was messy, some of the utensils he commonly used or the places he used for practice had unusually strict rules.  There are various jade boxes containing elixirs carefully listed next to the alchemy furnace, serious Taoist books divided into several detailed categories on the bookshelf, protective magic circles around the jade bed for refining qi, and the clothes on his body.  Chen Guanshui did not find any signs of identity on this person.  There is no jade pendant with a unique shape, and there is no unified style of sect uniform. Even the innermost underwear has no imprint of the sect's family crest.  Even the places where the names of weapon refiners and alchemists would normally be left were all erased by this person.  And the more upper-layer and close-fitting things are, the more they are wiped clean.  That is, the mess that was placed randomly in the room was deliberately left traces by this person.  And those who can do this are definitely not spies who are used to lurking.  Chen Guanshui judged that the most likely origin of this person was the same as his own. He was a disciple who took advantage of the chaos after the Jianfeng War to wear the hat of a casual cultivator and changed his identity to walk in the world of cultivation.  So he subconsciously erased the things that could be traced to him, and then used the robbery in the camp to grab some robes and magic weapons, as well as some magic talismans that could be used in battle.  But Chen Guanshui knew that if he really regarded him as an ordinary casual cultivator, then he might be able to fulfill his wish until the end of the battle.  As a disciple who came to the door and could survive the chaos a month ago, he was destined to have some means.  At that time, both tigers will be injured.He became the great hero who pacified the Xipingshan camp, hammered an iron nail into his new identity, and had a foothold.  So Chen Guanshui put this man in second place, and because he was unfamiliar with the robes he snatched from him, an error occurred in the protective array that should not have occurred, and he manipulated the magic sword to assassinate him before the battle began.  As for those Qi Refining monks, Chen Guanshui didn¡¯t take them seriously at all.  By this time, Chen Guanshui already knew the true secret of the "Boundless Sword Art".  The moment the battle just started, Chen Guanshui discovered that everything within a circle with a radius of three miles with himself as the center, where he had just been shrouded in green mist, was fed back into his mind.  How many people are there?  How many people want to run to their side and join the battle?  Body specific data?  Weapon specific data?  The speed of running, the auxiliary spells displayed, the strength of the aura around the body?  The various objects with aura and luster on them?  Even the room they came out of, everything in it was analyzed and interpreted in a flash of lightning.  From countless tiny details, some characteristics of the master are deduced, and then the tendencies and choices he will make, and the routes he is used to in battle.  By the time the man really rushed out from the street, Chen Guanshui already knew that he was holding an ax in his hand, and it was in his left hand.  Behind his right leg, his vestment had a tear that was not repaired.  His cultivation level is between the fourth and fifth levels of Qi refining.  He is very proficient in martial arts, especially throwing.  So, this person just rushed out from the street and ran into a fireball talisman that Chen Guanshui had launched two or three seconds ago, and was hit squarely in the face.  He was killed without even using any of his moves, and without any chance to show off his ax-throwing skills.  Those who came to him with swords could not withstand the sharpness of the Thousand Corpses White Bone Sword, nor could they withstand the sheer force of his attack from their strongest point.  The sword is broken, people die, and blood flows.  So when the twenty-two foundation-building monks stood at the edge of the battlefield, those Qi-refining monks had already been killed and their courage had been broken, and they only dared to stand in the shadow of the surrounding buildings.  Even so, there are still people who suddenly disappear due to various accidents.  As the green mist swirled, the entire battlefield was shaking in a trance.  It seems to be a dream, it seems to be an illusion, and it is more likely to be the inner demon in the heart.  The appearance and appearance of the wooden spirit puppets, the ubiquitous portals between reality and reality, and the wonders created by the green mist are destroying the hearts of the Qi Refining monks around the battlefield all the time.  The undulating flames like mountains illuminated the surrounding sky. Sparks were flickering all over the sky, but in the air was a cool breeze like winter.  The blood on the ground suddenly turned very red, and the camp behind him suddenly became very quiet.  Then from the sea of ??fire, thirty-two young men who were no different from the devil in front of them walked out.  Unexpectedly, all of them were holding bloody swords and expressionless as they threw the severed heads into the field and rolled them to the foot of the mountain of corpses.  At the same moment, thirty-three identical people shouted at the same time: "Monk Chen Guanshui of Beard Ridge is here, kill without mercy!" At the same moment, Chen Guanshui rushed out and faced the monk with the highest cultivation level among the foundation-building monks.  The female nun rushed over.  Luofu¡¯s instant sound regrets the soul technique!  ?Then a human head flew high into the air.
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