The World of Martial Arts

Chapter 23

The muscles of Baoxiang's whole body tightened, and it felt like Xu Zhengping was looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

He had a fierce look in his eyes, and after seeing the knife just now, he regretted that he should have cooperated with Qin Wanhai to attack Xu Zhengping at the same time.

In that case, maybe it can make this person look a little bit better, and maybe I have a chance.

But now it seems that there is no chance.

He reached out to touch his chest, and the blood knife sutra was indeed on him.

Their master, Patriarch Xuedao, is a monstrous monk who has committed all kinds of evil. Everyone in the world despises and fears him.

But no matter how evil the ancestor of the blood knife is, he is very good to his own people.

In the teaching of martial arts, one never hides one's selfishness. In the original book of Liancheng Jue, the Treasure Xiangxue Xuedao Sutra is just throwing the entire secret book to others. There is absolutely no reason to teach one hand to hide the other hand.

Even after he misunderstood that Di Yun was his grandson, when faced with being chased and killed by the four wonders of the south of the Yangtze River, he never gave up on Di Yun and sacrificed his life to save his life.

Looking at Baoxiang, Xu Zhengping couldn't help but think, if his master was the ancestor of the Blood Saber, that would be really great, and I'm afraid his own strength is definitely beyond the current level.

But now, when he saw the treasure elephant touching his chest, he knew that the blood knife sutra must be on his body, and he must not let him destroy it, he must find a way to get it!

Immediately, the big knife in his hand was raised again, and he suddenly killed the opponent.

Seeing this, Bao Xiang hurriedly responded with a strange knife move. The two sides fought hard five times in a row, and the straight slash caused sparks to fly and clank.

The treasure elephant was cut back again and again, its hands and feet were weak, its tiger's mouth was shattered, and it almost reached the river.

It was only then that he realized that the gap between Xu Zhengping's internal and external skills was too great, and he absolutely couldn't compete recklessly.

And Xu Zhengping was also amazed at the strangeness of the knife technique of the Blood Knife Sutra, just now he was on the offensive, even though his true energy had not recovered, he couldn't use a knife like beheading Qin Wanhai.

But every knife is also the ultimate move in the Wuhu Chasing Wind Knife, which is extremely sharp and subtle, and every time the knife is moved, it will use the power of the counter-shock to make the next knife [-]% stronger.

After five knives, the strength of the last knife is enough to split the opponent in half with the knife.

But Bao Xiang actually followed them all hard. Although his hands and feet seemed trembling and numb, and he was a little embarrassed, it was enough to prove the tyranny of the blood knife.

"This person has a unique way of resisting pressure and unloading force in the sword law, which is interesting. I'll chop him up again and see if he can hold on!"

Xu Zhengping was about to kill again, but Baoxiang rolled over on the ground, and the Burmese knife in his hand swept Xu Zhengping three times in a very strange posture.

The knife came out at a strange angle, and Xu Zhengping suddenly found it difficult to defend while standing.

He swung the saber backhand to attack, but he had to bend over and slash in order to hit the opponent's body rolling on the ground like a spinning top.

This way of slashing is very different from the way the five tigers chase the wind knife, and it is difficult to pose a threat to the opponent.

And he had to be careful to guard against the Burmese knife that appeared out of nowhere, so he could only retreat step by step for a while.

Bao Xiang lay on his side on the ground, pointed at Xu Zhengping with a knife, and laughed loudly: "How does the Ditang knife technique in my Blood Knife Sutra taste?!"

Xu Zhengping's expression gradually darkened, "It's indeed a strange trick, but you forgot that you can't beat your opponent by rolling on the ground like a bastard."

Baoxiang thought he had found a way to win, he snorted angrily, and rolled to kill again.

Xu Zhengping seemed to be still dealing with it in the old way, slashing his saber to block, bending over to chop.

Suddenly, several poisonous needles flew out of his cuff!
Bao Xiang was rolling around, his back was facing him, he couldn't see the hidden weapon coming from such a close distance, and he was hit by the attack suddenly.

He was taken aback, and retreated quickly, shaking out the poisonous needle pierced on the pulse gate, but seeing the blood flowing out of the needle's eye was black, he immediately knew that the needle contained a highly poisonous poison.

"You! You are so despicable, using hidden weapons! Thanks to you..."

Xu Zhengping sneered as he walked, "What am I? Do you think I'm the right way of those martial arts?"

Baoxiang woke up immediately. The other party was a gangster leader, and he was not at all the same kind of people as the righteous martial arts he had faced in the past!

He felt that he couldn't even hold the knife, and the poisonous gas went towards the heart veins as soon as he saw it. His heart was hardened, and he tore towards his chest, trying to destroy the blood knife sutra.

Xu Zhengping suddenly threw the big knife in his hand, just in time to cut off his unpoisoned left arm, and blood spattered.

Then he rushed forward to bully him, grabbed Baoxiang by the throat, and used the star-absorbing method to suck all the internal energy of Baoxiang into his body.

Baoxiang was taken aback, but his vocal cords were restrained, and he couldn't make any sound. He could only make loud noises from his throat, and stared at Xu Zhengping with horrified and shocked eyes.

It seems to be asking what kind of evil work this is.

Xu Zhengping had no intention of explaining, so he sucked all of Baoxiang's internal energy in one fell swoop, then tore off his clothes, saw the Blood Knife Sutra hidden inside, immediately snatched it away, held it in his hand, and let out bursts of wild laughter.

Shan Yong and Sheng Di were beaten and retreated steadily, they had already retreated nearby, and seeing their senior brother's tragic death, they both shouted and rushed towards Xu Zhengping at the same time.

Perhaps it was to destroy the blood knife sutra held in Xu Zhengping's hand.

Xu Zhengping looked at the two of them sharply, and said, "Get out of the way!"

Zhang Wenqing and Hu Yuanqing hurriedly stopped the gang, only to see Xu Zhengping walking towards them, striking out with both palms!
The two of them swung their knives at the same time, but their fighting spirit had been weakened for a long time, and their bodies were covered with wounds of various sizes, so they were already at the end of their battles.

At this time, he was really powerless to swing the saber, Xu Zhengping's palm wind directly shook him away, his palms turned into claws, grabbed the two people's throats, lifted them in mid-air, and increased their strength to absorb the two people's true energy.

The two of them kicked their legs straight as if they were hanged, but they couldn't change the final result. After Xu Zhengping sucked away all the internal energy, he chopped off his neck and died.

After finishing all this, Xu Zhengping threw down two sentences about the corpses, put away the secret book of the Blood Knife Sutra, and said to Zhang Wenqing, "Chop their corpses into mud, I don't want to see a single intact part."

After finishing the order, he left alone. Zhang Wenqing will arrange everything by himself, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

Zhang Wenqing gave the order with a solemn face, and began to call for everyone to do it, saying that it should be minced meat, so it should be minced meat, and there will never be any intact parts.

Xu Zhengping walked out of the valley leisurely. The reason why he wanted to absorb the true qi of the three monks was because the Blood Knife Sutra was not only about sword techniques, but also an evil way of thinking.

He didn't want to cultivate this internal energy from scratch, so he directly took the internal energy of the three people and stored it in the Zu Shaoyang meridian.

In this way, he doesn't need to re-establish the foundation, but can directly learn the actual combat part with the blood knife scripture, such as the blood knife technique, which is much better than the five tiger chasing wind knife.

At the same time, Xu Zhengping also felt a little bit emotional, feeling that the star-absorbing Dafa is really a very useful martial art.

In addition to helping oneself quickly improve one's cultivation, one can also use the veins as the dantian to practice various martial arts of different nature.

As long as the zhenqi stored in each meridian is guaranteed to have a single attribute, there is no need to worry about the scourge of zhenqi self-conflict.

Xu Zhengping thought that Ren Woxing would suffer backlash. It might be because he couldn't restrain his own desires. When he first achieved his miraculous skills, he frantically absorbed other people's internal energy, resulting in too many types of internal energy. The twelve orthodox meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians were not enough to store , There may be many kinds of zhenqi in one meridian, so there will always be conflicts.

He was walking on the official road, and when he was flipping through the Blood Knife Sutra, there was a monk standing in front of him, Fang Chen, the head seat of Shaolin Arhat Hall!

Fang Chen stared intently at Xu Zhengping's face, holding a portrait in his hand, which was the portrait of Jueming who had been missing for two years.

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