I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 136 The leader of a hundred families, the sea of ​​blood is really strong! (Ask for a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month)

Time came to noon.

Ting County.

In the small courtyard where Su Heng lived alone, in a secret room by the shade.

The only window in the secret room was tightly locked, and heavy curtains were hung inside, so that no light could come in from the outside.Pedestrians on the street outside could not detect the movement in the secret room.

Su Heng lowered his eyebrows and sat cross-legged on the soft futon, breathing steadily.

on the table in front of him.

The white candle is burning quietly, bringing light, and at the same time exuding a special scent of incense with a calming effect.

The pain caused by the exercise, the scene of fighting with Taipingzhuang Songci and others, the strange blood corpse in the snowy night in the deserted village... One after another, the pictures emerged in Su Heng's consciousness like a revolving lantern.

Then it slowly disappeared.

finally.

All thoughts are at peace.

Su Heng's mind was as if an old monk had settled down, there was no wave in the ancient well, and there was no wave at all.

"It's now!"

hiss!
Su Heng inhaled.

With a large amount of air, it enters the body.

The entire secret room was trembling slightly. The vases and decorations placed on the cabinets made a slight trembling sound, which was also mixed with the crisp sound of glass falling from a high place.

When Su Heng's lungs swelled to the limit.

Even the entire body of the person swelled slightly due to the large amount of gas filling.

Suddenly!
He spit out all the gas at once.

The majestic gas, like a swimming dragon, blew out the candle placed in front of him.

Even the solid wooden table below was directly overturned under this force, and collided with wooden chairs and other sundries, making noise.

gas circulation.

Drive the strength in the body.

The torrential qi and blood became agitated, pouring in from all directions towards the dantian of the lower abdomen.

In the subtle perception brought by Su Heng's internal vision, it is like countless moths, rushing towards a burning flame without thinking about themselves.

With the influx of a lot of blood.

The bloody flame burning in the dantian became more and more vigorous.

From the very beginning of the fire, it burned like a torch, and then spread again, covering the whole body.

Boom!

There was a loud bang like the opening of heaven and earth.

Su Heng trembled all over, and black and red blood seeped out from the corners of his ears, nose and mouth.

He opened his eyes.

There was a little confusion in the black and red double pupils.

"Is this the end?"

Su Heng spread his hands, and his blood, which was as huge as rivers and lakes, had gathered together as described in Xueyunyanzhengong.

But at this time, he didn't feel that special strength was conceived from the dantian of the lower abdomen.

"Could it be that there is a mistake in the cultivation technique!" Su Heng frowned, and became a little flustered for a while, "Or maybe I encountered some bottlenecks in the process of practicing!"

Just when Su Heng fell into self-doubt.

Click!

There was another subtle crackling sound, clearly transmitted to the brain.

There is energy gushing out from the dantian, endlessly, it first fills the dantian, then enters the tendons, and circulates rapidly around the body like a whistling sound like a river.In the end, a steady stream of strength even overflowed from Su Heng's body, and the sundries placed in the whole room trembled slightly.

Click!

A porcelain vase with a round head and long neck fell from the cabinet.

When Su Heng looked up and saw this scene, his thoughts moved slightly, and a lot of energy was swept towards the porcelain bottle like a torrent.

The invisible strength gathered together, like a black smoke, firmly held the porcelain bottle in mid-air, and then slowly put it on the ground.During the whole process, Su Heng didn't move his hands or feet, but there was no crack on the porcelain bottle.

"The control over strength has at least increased several times."

Su Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there were some accidents in the middle, the final result was a success.

That's it.

The freshman's strength, just appeared, showed unpredictable power.

Su Heng held back the joy in his heart, and had to master this special strength as soon as possible so that he could use it in actual combat.

"The total amount of freshmen's real strength is about [-]% more than before Sangong."

Su Heng made a comparison and quickly came to a conclusion.

The total amount of strength in his body was already far more than that of ordinary warriors. Although it was only a [-]% increase in the total amount, the improvement it brought was still not small, almost equivalent to practicing the two true skills to the state of strength again.

"The increase in the total strength is still second, and more importantly, the current strength can finally be integrated, and it can still retain the characteristics of various strengths in the past."

After the second point.

This is the key to Su Heng's cultivation of Blood Cloud and Mist Real Kungfu at a huge cost.

He took out a solid ball from the ground to exercise his finger strength, spread his five fingers flat, and a stone ball about the size of a human head was suspended above his palm.

The surging strength is like the hand of an ancient god.

Gather together and squeeze hard.

Click!

Accompanied by the crisp cracking sound, a large number of cracks appeared on the stone ball.

"Really flowing water!"

Su Heng's eyes were piercing, and he used secret skills.

The originally extremely strong strength, accelerated and supercharged, increased the lethality again.The stone ball exploded with a bang, turning into fine grains of powder like sand, and fell to the ground along the gap between Su Heng's fingers.

Su Heng thought again.

The strength in the palm began to spin at a high speed, driving the sound of hunting wind.

This is the penetrating effect of Long Tang Jin.

Followed by.

The power in Su Heng's hand changed again, and became visibly stronger with the naked eye, as if a thick layer of armor covered Su Heng's palm. This was the defense and strength increase brought by Hong Xiangjin.

Although experienced a Sangong.

But Su Heng kept a little of all the blood seals of true skills.

Coupled with the strength born from qi and blood, it has a simulated effect, which makes the original special effects of real kung fu enhanced in this process.

boom!
Su Heng waved his hand to dissipate the energy wrapped around his body.

The total amount and quality of strength have been significantly improved, coupled with the fact that there is no possibility of conflict between different strengths, so that Su Heng can fully exert the strength of his whole body.

"This strength is born out of the blood and mist true skill, and in the future it is destined to learn from the strengths of all families and continue to grow like a sea embracing all rivers.

That being the case, let's call him Xuehaijin! "

Su Heng gave his strength a new name.

Up to now, his strength is no longer a shortcoming in his own combat system.

Even if he met Zhou Gan, the Mingde general of the day again, Su Heng was sure to kill him within [-] strokes without using the King Kong talent and relying on his own strength alone.

"The real work has been accomplished, and it's time to find out what the purpose of the Moon Worship Sect is!"

Thinking about this morning.

Inexplicably, he was blocked on the road by several people from Taipingzhuang.

The joy on Su Heng's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became gloomy visible to the naked eye.

What he believes in has always been revenge.

Now that the people in Taipingzhuang have already reached their doorsteps, they naturally have to collect some interest.Moreover, Su Heng can basically be sure that there must be something involved between Taiping Village and Moon Worship Sect.

Follow this thread.

Maybe some key information can be tracked down.

boom!
He no longer hesitated.

Push open the door and walk out of the room.

When I looked up, I found that the sun was dim and red, and it was already evening.

"The weather is nice, it's just convenient for me to do things." Su Heng shook his body, looked away from the sky, grinned, and his huge body disappeared from the courtyard in a flash.

……

Taipingzhuang.

Most of the local gentry families that have been passed down for hundreds of years like this have their own earth castles.

But between the earthen castle and the earthen castle, it is also divided into three, six, and nine grades.

The last one seemed to be the bunker where the Xiang family lived when Su Heng participated in the auction in Deling County that day.It was built against the mountain, with only half of the city wall, so it was easily invaded by the monsters of the White Lotus Sect.

It looks like the earthen castle where the Song family lived in Taipingzhuang.

It is the top floor of the bunker.

Not only does it cover an area of ​​thousands of acres, but it is also surrounded by thick city walls and towers in all directions.

Inside the earth castle, there are fertile fields, wells and square markets.Merchants in brocade clothes and attendants bought various goods in the square market.Not far away, an old farmer with a hoe on his shoulders, carrying the setting sun, leisurely rushed home from the terraced fields, with two melodious songs coming from his mouth from time to time.

On the south side of the Song Family Tubao.

In a quaint indoor martial arts arena.

On the huge mahogany pillars, candles as thick as a child's arm are burning brightly, bringing light as bright as day.

In the wooden arena in the middle, two brothers and sisters, Song Jiawu and Song Jiawen, stood still, their faces were flushed, there were some crystal beads of sweat on their skin, and their breathing seemed a little rapid.

Obviously just after a fierce battle.

"Little sister, you have practiced well in Paiyunshou, and you have achieved certain results."

Song Jiawu lowered his arms, looked at his twin sister, and said seriously with a serious face: "When you can fight the enemy later, you must remember to keep three points of strength, otherwise, if you miss one hit, you will be injured at that time." It is yourself."

"I see."

Song Jiawen's delicate brows were slightly frowned, and after serious consideration, she raised her hands and fisted towards her elder brother.

Song Jiawu and his younger sister have been practicing martial arts together for more than 20 years.

After taking a look, he knew what was going on in his sister's mind. He smiled and asked, "Little sister, are you thinking about what happened this morning?"

"Ah."

Song Jiawen, who was dressed in white clothes and outlined a slender figure, nodded, and sighed with some sense of loss:

"Brother, I originally thought that the two of us, brother and sister, were considered geniuses. But it wasn't until today when we fought against that person that we realized that the gap between us and the top Tianjiao in Yunzhou Prefecture is so huge that there is no hope of catching up. "

Hearing what his sister said, Song Jiawu couldn't help but smiled and said:

"It's not as good as those arrogances. There is nothing to sigh about. Compared with others, you will always find people who are stronger and more talented than yourself. Wouldn't you be depressed for the rest of your life?"

"So, we only need to compare ourselves with ourselves. As long as we can make progress today, it is a good thing. Even if something else happens, no matter how bad it is, Uncle Song Ci will take care of you. You and I, we only need to do our own things. Just do it well, don’t overthink it.”

"Thank you, brother, for your enlightenment!" Song Jiawen clasped his fists again, feeling that his words were full of warmth.

The gloomy air left in my heart also disappeared.

"There is roast leg of lamb in the dining room tonight, we have to hurry—"

Song Jiawu was about to speak.

Then heard the slight sound of footsteps coming from above the pavilion.

His complexion suddenly turned cold, and he snapped, "Who!? Are you sneaking up there?"

Click!

The Martial Arts Hall shook violently, and tiny cracks appeared on the beams of the roof.

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, the ceiling exploded violently like an autumn flower.

The thick beams collapsed from the middle, countless dust and gravel fell, and a tall figure in a black robe descended from the sky like a giant bat with the bright moon on his back.

boom!
One palm shot.

The black power is like smoke, leaving a substantial shadow in the moonlight.

Song Jiawen's face was terrified, and he was caught off guard and had time to put all his strength into his arms and lift them up abruptly.

Click!

The body protection strength of a golden martial artist.

In front of Xue Haijin, who had cultivated to the Dacheng state, Su Heng was as fragile as a thin piece of paper.

Song Jiawen's slender body, like a little chick with no resistance, was pinched by the back of the neck by Su Heng and lifted in the air.

"Who are you!?"

Song Jiawu hastily pulled out a long sword from the weapon rack next to the ring.

The cold sword pointed at Su Heng.

But the trembling sword blade exposed Song Jiawu's inner fear.

"Don't speak loudly." Su Heng slightly lifted Song Jiawen's body upwards, and with the force of his fingers, Song Jiawen's already unconscious face gradually showed a ferocious and painful expression.

Su Heng withdrew the strength in his hands a little, and continued to speak: "I'll ask, you will answer."

"it is good."

General Song Jia dropped the long sword in his hand and nodded slightly.

"Is there any connection between your Taiping Village and the Moon Worship Cult?" Su Heng asked the first question.

"A cult of worshiping the moon?"

Song Jiawu was full of doubts, and shook his head hastily: "Our Taiping Village has always believed in the concept of being wise and protecting one's life, and we will definitely not have any involvement with forces such as the Moon Worship Sect."

His expression was natural, not like he was lying.

Su Heng stared at Song Jiawu, hesitated a little, and asked his second question: "Where is Song Ci now?"

"Second uncle is out."

Song Jiawu said: "If you want to find him, you can go to Xiaoquan Mountain to try your luck."

Koizumi Mountain is already very close to the place where the goods disappeared.

"Do you have any other questions?" Song Jiawu also carefully looked at the expression on Su Heng's face, fearing that the other party would get agitated and kill his sister.

"Nothing."

Su Heng opened his mouth, and at the same time ejected a force.

The air bomb formed by the condensed strength hit Song Jiawu between the eyebrows, causing him to fall into a coma.

Su Heng threw Song Jiawen on the ground and was about to leave.But the strange noise from behind made Su Heng stop, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

He turned around.

Suddenly, I saw Song Jiawu and Song Jiawen's two brothers and sisters' bodies began to convulse, their limbs twisted unnaturally, and they slowly got up from the ground.

Swish!
The two opened their eyes.

The human reason in the eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by the madness and tyranny that belonged exclusively to the blood corpse.

(End of this chapter)