The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 848

The scorching sun was in the sky, the heat was flowing, the air seemed to be boiled, and the breathing was like swallowing charcoal, which made the throat swell and scald.

This is a small village with a simple and simple style, located beside a small river with clear water.

Dozens of families, the thatched houses accounted for the vast majority, every family raised chickens and ducks, pigs and cattle in pens, they worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Although they were not rich, they were peaceful and healthy.

In a family's family, two boys with long hair are chasing each other and having fun in the loess yard. From time to time, they splash each other with cold water from a wooden basin to cool off the heat. They are innocent and lovable.

Under the big banyan tree in the middle of the courtyard, an old man in a cloth coat with wrinkled face and full of age marks is lying on a bamboo rattan chair, swinging a palm-leaf fan in the shape of a plantain in his hand, closing his eyes enjoy life.

On the roof of another thatched hut, two men in red were lurking on it, watching the old man in the yard with great care, as if he was not an old man, but a terrifying demon king, afraid of the next one. He was instantly killed by someone, and he couldn't even leave a last word.

"Brother, is this old man really the leader of all swords, the hero who led the group of swords?"

The younger man in red was full of confusion in his eyes, and his dry and chapped lips opened and closed slightly, communicating with the people around him by means of sound transmission.

He has stayed here for two full days, without a drop of water or a grain of rice. If it wasn't for his profound internal strength, he would have already passed out.

In the past two days, he has seen the old man molesting the young daughter-in-law in the village, seeing the old man's embarrassment of not taking the paper, seeing the old man picking his nostril with the little finger of his right hand, and so on.

However, no matter how he looks at it, he can't see that this person has any connection with the former Dao Qianqiu. After all, that is a land of one state, a peerless swordsman, a great hero, a great hero, really It shouldn't be like this.

"There are no heroes in this world. It's just that if there are too many people, there will be heroes."

A thought suddenly rose in the young man's mind, maybe the suzerain of his family's Kuhai lineage looked like this when no one knew about it.

"A person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. The clue left by Master Yaye is here. There should be no mistakes."

That is to say, but the older man in red is also a little suspicious in his heart. No matter how a person changes, there should be some shadows of the past in him, and the one they are monitoring is basically a childish grandson. The old man, the ordinary can no longer be ordinary.

According to the information they have, Dao Qianqiu is a master who debuted in the same generation as the late eighth leaf. When he debuted, his cultivation level was already extremely high, so he is a genius.

The first battle of its name moving Jianghu was to pick 92 masters from the twelve major factions in a county in Kangzhou with swords. From early morning to dusk, the white clothes were dyed scarlet, and they won the battle. From this, the name of swords has spread all over the world. Kangzhou Wulin was known to everyone at that time, and everyone knew it.

In the second battle, this person performed the sword with an innate master of the Demon Sword lineage of the Demon Sect. The two had only fought for three rounds, and the innate master of the Demon Sword lineage was cut in half. Incredible.

The third battle was to pick up Yaye, who had already achieved great cultivation in Kasyapa Temple. The two fought fiercely for a day and a night, and in the end they almost died together. It was the Venerable Kasyapa who rescued them.

This time, Yaye and Dao Qianqiu did not know each other and became close friends.

And this is just the beginning of the peak of Dao Qianqiu's life, the Three Ways Palace, and the popular Qingsong battle at that time, on the top of Cangshan Mountain, a group of swords gathered, heroes like clouds, Dao Qianqiu was amazing with one sword, no one is comparable to the masters of swordsmanship present, so that's it With the name of Kangzhou knife head, it is almost a myth...

He has done so many earth-shattering events, and he is full of pride. Compared with the old man now, he is really a different person.

"Even this person is really Qianqiu, the leader of thousands of knives, the unrivaled hero who led the group of knives, but now, his knives are rusted and blunt, and he can still cut Xiang Yang's knife like this!" In the Japanese side, is it a magic sword with infinite sharpness?"

The two of them had deep doubts in their hearts, because the soul master who died under Xiang Yang's sword pattern that day was their master, and because they knew each other, they were afraid.

"No, I really can't take it anymore, I'm going to give it a try, senior brother, you give me a shot."

A young man is a young man, he is really impatient, he is not afraid of trouble, nor is he impatient, but he does not want to waste time on meaningless things

"Whether you are true or not, I hit the two children in the courtyard with the force to kill. If you are really Dao Qianqiu, you will definitely be able to take it. If you can't, I wasted two days, and this crime will be punished. bear their lives."

Before the elder could stop him, the lying young man stood up and took out a string of rosary beads from his arms, round and the size of a fingernail, crushed one and turned it into jade powder, and ran towards the small courtyard The two playful children sprinkled away.

Jade powder is like sand, true energy is like sand, once it falls, let alone two pink and tender children, even a steel plate will be beaten into a sieve, martial arts have reached the stage of acquired mastery.

Although he is not considered a first-class genius in the world, he has such cultivation at this age, and his talent is not bad.

And the moment he made a move, his body suddenly became stiff, and the surrounding environment in front of him also became incomparably dull and delayed.

The jade sand he sprinkled should have hit the two children's bodies at an extremely fast speed, but at this time, it was slow, like a snail crawling, and finally fell back on his body.

He wanted to stimulate the flow of true energy in his body to break through this pressure, but he realized that he could no longer control his body at all.

Fear, incomparable fear was growing. It turned out that the old man was so terrifying, but unfortunately he knew it too late.

The older master of the Kuhai lineage only saw his junior brother get up first, take out the rosary beads, crush them, and then sprinkle them on his body, smashing his body instantly, turning it into a pulp, and he is no longer in human form.

It was as if a pair of invisible big hands were manipulating his junior brother, playing with him like a puppet, life and death were involuntary.

"This, this, this? Brother, you are looking for your own death."

Although being young means full of vigor and unlimited possibilities, it often also means recklessness and ignorance, and it is easy to cause disasters.

"Senior, this junior has no malicious intentions, but was ordered to guard here, please calm down senior."

At this time, facing such a master, he couldn't even have the slightest thought of avenging his junior brother, because this is really a very dangerous thing, and if he doesn't want to die, he must not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Only the remaining man in red backed away and transmitted sound to that man.

In the small courtyard not far away, the old man was still lying on the rattan chair and slowly shaking, seemingly unaware.

Without a trace, without making a sound, his method of killing may not be inferior to Xiang Yang.

He is also an unimaginable master.

The leader of ten thousand knives, the leader of the group of knives, often does not need to be so heroic and unparalleled, as long as he can kill people, it is enough.

(End of this chapter)