Gou is passive in high martial arts

Chapter 8

Chen Kuang rubbed the railing carefully, the words engraved on it were as thin as mosquitoes and flies, floating densely on the surface of the wood.

If you don't look carefully, these words will be integrated with the wood texture, and you can hardly feel it without touching.

Incredible...

How much is Huo Hengxuan's martial arts cultivation?

Killing intent can be turned into a substantial hallucination that directly affects the mind, and can carve more than a thousand words on the railings even if the hands and feet are crippled!

In other words, at this point, supernatural powers are no longer in martial arts, but in oneself!

I am supernatural powers!
The picture that Chu Wenruo had just depicted suddenly seemed to have a sense of reality.

Black clouds overwhelm the city, and the army overwhelms the border. The old man wears a golden scale armor, one person and one sword, independent of the city gate. Even if he is carrying a hundred arrows, he still staggers forward. It can also destroy one's spirit and courage in an instant, and one man can guard the gate, and ten thousand men can't open it!

A general of a country, guarding thousands of borders, deserves the name of killing god.

It's a pity that he can guard the city gate, but he can't guard the hearts of the people.

For a lowly musician like Chen Kuang, he could often hear the palace servants discussing Huo Hengxuan, saying that he was violent, tortured and killed captives, and had no benevolence.

Although he had already received the grace of going to the palace with the sword and not entering the court, he still ignored the Holy Majesty's obstruction and killed the speaker in court. He was unscrupulous, defiant, and despised the imperial power.

The courtier dared to do this, wouldn't he want to enter the main scene and hall one day?
Those who said this were not killed by the benevolent Huo Hengxuan.

When the Zhou army entered the city, they became prisoners of the enemy country. When they were about to be tortured and killed, they insulted Huo Hengxuan loudly, saying that he was incapable of protecting the country.

I don't know how the unrivaled old man standing alone leaning on his sword, wearing a golden armor and feather arrows, and holding a dragon flag high, will feel when the enemy bypasses him like flowing water and enters the city gate.

Is it Xiao Suo?Still angry?
But at this moment, Chen Kuang knew that Huo Hengxuan hadn't fallen down yet, he was still standing in front of the city gate, leaning on his sword and raising the flag, and died without hesitation.

"Song of Cutting Grass·Kurong Chapter"

This is the content of more than a thousand words engraved on the railing.

This is not a song formula, but a sword formula.

Qi Yang Jian Jue.

Cultivate the Qi of the sword, and nourish my Qi with the sword.

But the "qi" in this sword formula is different from usual, it refers to murderous aura.

"Killing people is like chopping grass, withering in one breath..."

"Withering is death, glory is living, a living sword needs a dead man, beheading a man also beheads me..."

"It means... this sword art uses death to maintain life. The sword intent and murderous aura are like grass. When it is dry, it dries up and when it is prosperous, it can only cultivate this sword intent. The stronger and braver it is, the stronger it is, the stronger it is. Complete homicide."

"When the sword intent is exhausted and the murderous aura fills the body, the only way to quench thirst is to kill, otherwise, it will bite itself back and turn into a demonic barrier."

Chen Kuang was startled.

The reason why Huo Hengxuan spread the reputation of tyranny and bloodthirsty, could it be because of this Kurong chapter?
If this is the case, this sword formula should be the foundation of his life.

Just handing it over to Chen Kuang seems like a joke.

But Chen Kuang recalled the scene at that time, Huo Hengxuan hesitated all night, and then saw the bowl of rice with severed heads, so he decided to give a reminder.

Ah……

Is this a big gamble?

Betting behind the city gate, there are still people who want to use their arms as carts, trying to close the Qianjin city gate that cannot be closed by human power.

However, Chen Kuang felt that this might just be an old man whose heart was broken...

In the smoke and dust, looking back at the moment of gazing.

"Give this kind of thing to me, and you really think highly of me..."

Chen Kuang twitched the corner of his mouth.

He guessed that Huo Hengxuan should have seen that he had cultivation, so he gave the sword formula directly.

But in fact, this cultivation base was not cultivated by himself, but the result of constant efforts in fetal breathing method.

"But speaking of it... I seem to have almost opened up the eighth acupoint."

In the internal view, the meridians are like dense streams, exuding hazy blue light, and waves of weak currents continue to spread and converge, just like a kind of ocean spectacle "blue tears" seen in previous lives.

The ninth hole is like a small pond filled with blue light.

At this moment, the eighth acupuncture point also began to loosen, and the light appeared and disappeared behind the barrier, and it seemed that it might leak out at any time.

In memory, there are very few secrets about practitioners, except for the two lowest realms.

Ninth-rank Enlightenment Realm, eighth-rank Innate Realm.

These two realms are the thresholds that mortals can reach, and after that, mortals are not even qualified to know.

"Fortunately, this sword formula also comes with the method of visualization and nourishing qi, so you won't be caught blind."

Chen Kuang thought for a while, and tried to guide the tides in his body to converge on his palm.

He's going to try... erase the words.

These words must not stay here.

Seeing that Chen Kuang remained silent for a long time, Chu Wenruo whispered in doubt:
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the railing?"

Just as Chen Kuang was about to speak, he heard the crisp sound of the door lock opening.

His heart sank.

Now is not the time for dinner, logically no one will come.

"Damn, what is there to clean in this broken cell?"

"The higher-ups ordered, just do it. I heard that it was the Master Immortal Master who suddenly wanted to see and told us to drag out those who were about to die and bury them directly, and clean up all corners and corners."

"Haha, a clean cell, the superiors really know how to think about it."

"Who told the immortal master to be merciful and not see this in his eyes?"

Two jailers walked in, talking and laughing, carrying some cleaning tools in their hands.

They have to clean in order, but unfortunately...the first cell belongs to Huo Hengxuan.

At first glance, I saw Chen Kuang leaning on the railing and stretching his hand over.

"Hey, blind man, what are you doing?"

Li Erhuang scolded.

Chen Kuang said: "My lord, I accidentally dropped my bowl, and it seems to have rolled into the cell here."

Li Erhuang took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw a bowl in the corner.

He picked it up angrily and said:
"If you drop it, it will drop it, make a fuss, put your hand back!"

Chen Kuang grabbed the railing with one hand and said:

"My lord, I have something to ask..."

"Go away, what nonsense!"

Li Erhuang doesn't like this, he has seen too many idiots who have been dealt with for being cheap, but he is not.

Otherwise, how could he be the corporal leader.

He asked his colleagues to clean the opposite side, and when he looked back, he found that Chen Kuang was still holding on to the railing.

What's the matter with this blind man?It was obviously submissive before.

Li Erhuang frowned, and suddenly found that there seemed to be some unevenness on the railing.

He stepped forward suspiciously, but met Chen Kuang's gaze.

Li Erhuang was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that he had looked at Chen Kuang yesterday, and reflected in an instant.

That's not an illusion!
Li Erhuang felt that he was about to discover a big secret, and his whole body was trembling.

He said firmly: "You are not blind! Let go of your hand, what are you hiding?!"

His tone was fierce, but his voice was very low, he was afraid that his colleagues would take credit for him.

In the effort of these two sentences, Chen Kuang has already erased the text by covering it up.

He was thinking about how to fool around a few more words.

The senses that had been strengthened a little due to the filling of aura suddenly felt a trace of cold air from outside.

Cold, dark, sharp smell of blood, shuddering sense of oppression.

Like... a sharp knife.

"Probably...you have no chance to complain."

Chen Kuang whispered.

Li Erhuang: "What?"

Chen Kuang grabbed him and said, "My lord! I guarantee that what I said is true! There really is a box in Lezheng's hand, and there is a pill in it!"

"laugh--"

In an instant, Li Erhuang's bewildered head fell off his shoulders.

Chen Kuang closed his eyes, in the darkness, blood splashed on his face.

In an instant, he seemed to be back on the palace, the limbs of his colleagues were scattered everywhere, and the hot smell filled his nostrils.

He trembled slightly because of fear, but because he couldn't see, he couldn't even run away.

Since his acting is bad, let the memory come.

"My lord? What's wrong with you, my lord?"

The voice of the musician with his eyes closed trembled.

The black armor guard put away his long knife, stretched out his hand, grabbed his outstretched arm, and silently observed his expression.

half an hour.

"Let's go, the general wants to ask you something."

(End of this chapter)