Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    The night was getting darker and darker, and the old locust tree was silent.

    Suddenly, a figure appeared on the fence on the side of the courtyard.

    Vaguely visible, he was wearing a black Taoist robe, his figure was as thin as bamboo, and he was carrying a human corpse in each hand.

    The Taoist threw it casually, and the two corpses he was carrying fell to the ground in the courtyard, followed by jumping, and came to the courtyard.

    "Hey, Qingwan, is this courtyard occupied?"

    Because the sky was too dark, the Taoist could see clearly that the abandoned courtyard that was overgrown with weeds has now been cleaned to a new look.

    "Wu Ruoqiu, you are finally here."

    It was Su Yi's calm voice who answered.

    He got up from the bamboo chair, holding the peach wood sword in his right hand, standing in the night, quietly looking at each other.

    This Wu Ruoqiu was about forty years old, with fair complexion, willow whiskers fluttering, a sword on his back, and a yellow leather gourd hanging around his waist.

    "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

    Wu Rouqiu was taken aback and showed a look of vigilance.

    As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill whistling sound came out of his mouth.

    After waiting for a long time, nothing happened as he expected.

    Wu Rouqiu's heart sank and she was a little anxious, what happened?

    "I killed all those ghost worms, it's useless for you to break your throat."

    Su Yi strolled in the courtyard and walked towards Wu Rouqiu.

    "Who are you?"

    "Take it easy, I have something to ask you before I do it."

    When Su Yi spoke, he had come to Wu Rouqiu's ten feet and stood there.

    He put his hand on his back, and said coldly: "Young man, you are not qualified to talk to Wu, go and call your master, I want to ask, how he teaches his disciples Yes, no manners at all!"

    The corpse worm in the well lost contact, and even Qingwan avoided showing up, which made Wu Rouqiu suspect that there was another master behind Su Yi.

    Su Yi grinned and shook his head, "If there is someone in this world who can be my Master Su, I might be overjoyed, but unfortunately... I haven't met one yet."

    Wu Rouqiu was stunned for a moment, and sneered: "The hair has not yet grown, and the tone is not small! If you don't invite your master again, don't blame someone Wu for being rude to you!"

    This is the power that can only be mastered by Qi Gathering.

    Su Yi's lips showed a faint sneer, and said, "Then Su must have knowledge. You are a small character at the level of gathering qi and knowing how to be polite."

    "Someone Wu has been in the world for many years, and I have seen crazy people, but I have never seen someone as crazy as you!"

    Wu Rou Qiu laughed angrily.

    Qi Gathering and Orifice Opening Realm is a small role?

    Listen, is this human?

    He jumped forward abruptly, his sleeves bulged, and reached for Su Yi's neck.

    Boom!

    A Qi Gathering Realm suddenly shot, that kind of power is swift and thunderous, domineering and fierce, just that kind of imposing manner can scare the courage of blood-moving realm characters!

    Wu Rouqiu's plan is very simple, first capture Su Yi, and then force out the master behind him, in this way, you can be invincible.

    I will catch Su Yi.

    Just then—

    A sword shadow suddenly appeared in the depths of Su Yi's pupils, followed by a vast and cold horror.

    Boom!

    Wu Ruoqiu's mind was struck by lightning, her soul was throbbing, her eyes darkened, and in a trance, she seemed to fall into an endless purgatory. And down.

    A feeling of insignificance, helplessness, and despair surged up, which stimulated Wu Rouqiu's mood to suffer a heavy blow and almost collapsed.

    This feeling is only for a moment.

    Being able to suffer this impact, Wu Rouqiu’s forward figure stagnated, just five steps away from Su Yi.

    Five steps are the standard distance for a warrior to fight for life and death.

    This is the case.

    In this five-step place, Su Yi moved.

    Simply stab out.

    Fast, accurate, ruthless!

    It is like an instinctive reaction formed after countless times of drawing a sword, it is precise to the extreme, fast to the extreme, and ruthless to the extreme.

    Pfft!

    The blunt and thick wooden sword pierced Wu Rouqiu’s chest, smashing the flesh and blood of Wu Rouqiu’s chest, and pierced through his chest with the power to destroy the dead.

    Hot blood spurted out from behind along with the tip of the sword!

    Because the power of this sword was too strong, Wu Rouqiu's body suddenly bowed forward, like a boiled and curled prawn.

    His eyes were round, his face was full of confusion, as if he couldn't believe it, and his voice was hoarse, "You...are you really moving blood?"

    "If it's fake."

    Su Yi took out the wooden sword and took three steps back.

    Pop!

    Wu Rouqiu fell to the ground, panting in pain.

    The injury was so severe that he felt that his life was passing quickly.

    "You...don't you have something to ask...why...why did you strike so hard? If I die, you won't know anything."

    Wu Rouqiu spoke intermittently, he was very puzzled.

    Su Yi said casually, "Oh, I'm not interested in knowing now."

    Wu Rouqiu: “…”

    He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

    He gritted his teeth and screeched bitterly: "You broke the major event of my teacher, just wait for revenge!"

    After speaking, Wu Rouqiu lay on the ground with no breath and died.

    The wide eyes were filled with unwillingness.

    I probably didn't expect that, in one move, it was lost in the hands of a blood-moving figure.

    "I can't bear even a wisp of branding, the spirit of this Great Zhou Dynasty warrior is really weak..."

    Su Yi shook his head secretly.

    Before, he used the breath of the "Nine Prisons Sword" in his mind.

    Even if this ray of breath is extremely faint and light, it is not Wu Rooqiu who can fight against the people who gather Qi, which will make Wu Rooqiu's soul suffer.

    It was by taking this opportunity that Su Yi was able to pierce his chest with a sword.

    "If I knew this earlier, I would fight him head-on, although it would be a little troublesome, but with my current cultivation base, I cooperate with Kendo

    It is enough to kill it. "

    Before, Su Yi thought that Wu Rouqiu was an evil cultivator and mastered a lot of vicious methods, so he didn't plan to fight with the opponent, he directly spent his own cultivation and used a little bit of his trump card.

    "It seems that I still take the evil cultivation in this world too seriously."

    Su Yi laughed at himself.

    Now that I think about it, Wu Rouqiu is not stupid, but he is a character in the Qi Gathering Realm. From the very beginning, he despised himself who only possessed the cultivation realm of Blood Transferring Realm.

    It can be seen that a weak cultivation base also has advantages, which can make opponents despise and careless.

    "Do you know Wu Ruoqiu's teacher?"

    Su Yi looked at the old locust tree not far away.

    "Report to Immortal Master, I...I don't know this."

    A red shadow appeared on one of the branches in a panic.

    Su Yi did not ask any more questions, squatted down and began to search Wu Rouqiu's relics.

    A scabbard long sword, a yellow gourd, three silver notes of one thousand taels, a pocket of about twenty taels of broken silver, a yellowed book with only a few pages left. scroll.

    There are no other items of note.

    First put away the banknotes and money, and Su Yi picked up the yellowed scroll.

    After a quick look at it, Su Yi couldn't help but feel disappointed for a while. Even if it was left in the hands of crooked people, this secret technique on the scroll was vulgar and laughable.

    However, Su Yi noticed that at the end of the last page of the volume, there was a line of words:

    "Yin Shamen, Weng Yunqi gifted my disciple Wu Ruoqiu."

    Su Yi suddenly understood.

    The teacher behind Wu Ruoqiu is this "Yin Shamen", and its teacher is named Weng Yunqi.

    "When he was about to die, he said that I had ruined the important affairs of his teacher's sect. So it seems that Wu Ruoqiu's matter of raising ghosts and corpses should be instructed by Yinshamen."

    Su Yi frowned slightly.

    He has a hunch that the place where the ghosts and corpses are kept is definitely not the only place.

    In other words, there should be similar "insect breeding grounds" in other parts of Guangling City.

    While thinking about it, Su Yi had already tore up the scroll in his hand. If this kind of evil secret technique was obtained by others, it would be right and wrong for one party to be in trouble.

    Next, he picked up the sheathed sword.

    Su Yi frowned, showing disgust.

    This sword is made of pine grain wood.

    Su Yi shook his head for a while, feeling nauseous.

    Click!

    Su Yi's palms exerted force, and the pine wood sword shattered into sawdust, and was completely burned by Su Yi's fire.

    "Well, this gourd is a bit interesting."

    When Su Yi took the only yellow gourd left, he finally got some interest.

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    PS: Hmm... Today, the monthly pass is over 600 and continue to add updates. Goldfish really didn't save the manuscript. When I proposed this additional condition, I panicked~