Fantasy: Simplify the skills and become a master from a minion

Trample! Trample! Trample!

The sound of hurried footsteps came from a distance.

Because it was night:

The footsteps could be heard from afar.

Chu Qing looked out, and with the help of the dim moonlight, he saw dozens of masked men, holding long swords, coming in a mighty manner.

Swordmen!

Although it was unknown whether they were low-level swordmen or high-level swordmen.

But as long as they were swordmen, it would be fine.

The patrolling fake monks heard the footsteps.

They climbed over the wall and looked out, and could only vaguely see human figures.

A fake monk gestured, and soon:

More than forty big monks came out.

They did not carry sticks, but shields, swords, and long spears.

Chu Qing searched with his eyes.

This group of fake monks must have come from the military.

Otherwise, there would never be such a configuration.

"The swordmen are going to be finished."

Less than a minute:

The swordmen came outside the temple.

Creak!

The temple gate suddenly opened.

More than forty fake monks came out in a line.

Long spears were like a forest, and swords and shields guarded on both sides.

The swordmen were a bit turbulent.

But, the next second, a swordman growled: "Kill!"

"For the silver!"

More than 30 swordmen rushed forward like hungry wolves.

Sword and shield men blocked their way.

Spearmen thrust out their spears.

In just a moment of collision, six or seven swordmen were pierced.

Blood was seen, and people died.

But:

The swordmen not only did not retreat, but charged even more frantically.

The fake monks blew whistles, forming a concave moon formation, and actually wanted to surround the swordmen.

"Crescent formation!"

Chu Qing had seen this formation in Madam Li's study.

"The swordmen are no match."

Let the swordmen be slaughtered? Go to find Pharmacist Li secretly?

No way!

There are no fake monks guarding the wing room.

There will be a fight if we go over, which will easily alert others.

It will be more troublesome at that time.

"Simply, clean up all these guys outside first."

Pull out the long sword.

Put the scabbard on the tree.

Whoosh!

Dragonfly skimming the water!

Chu Qing was like a big dragonfly, with his toes touching the ground, and he instantly crossed five or six meters.

With just a few runs, he rushed behind the fake monk.

Kill!

He swung his two-handed sword, just like a mantis using its forelimbs to chop off small insects.

Crack!

In just one move, the two fake monks screamed and were cut in half.

Before the other monks could react, Chu Qing used the Toad Skill to activate the Mantis Sword with all his strength.

With his arms waving, hundreds of iron bars were driven by the Mantis Sword and exerted force together.

Crack!

Crack!

The two-handed sword flew, more ferocious than the long sword.

A sword fell, either death or injury.

Many fake monks panicked, and the crescent formation dispersed.

The swordmen cheered and fought back hard.

Chu Qing even killed seven or eight people in one breath.

During this period, someone poked him with a spear, but it was spread out.

"Horizontal Refining?"

Crack!

Chu Qing swung his sword back and chopped him off diagonally.

Just as he was about to kill the ninth person, a fake monk was shocked and angry, holding a shield with both hands, and roared fiercely:

"Looking for death!"

Boom!

Boom!

The footsteps were heavy and fierce.

The fake monk hid his shield behind him, and rushed over like a bull.

"Kill!"

Chu Qing sneered.

Mantis's ultimate killing power!

This move mobilized at least 150 iron bars.

The two-handed sword fell:

Swish!

The cowhide shield cracked.

The rough man behind him didn't even scream, fell to the ground, and split in half.

The other fake monks were terrified: "The captain is dead!"

The next second, they actually fled in all directions.

The captain?

It was indeed the army.

Seeing the fake monks running away, Chu Qing roared and pulled the two-handed sword to chase them.

Crack!

Crack!

The fake monks were no match for him in a direct confrontation.

They were even less of a match if they fled at this time.

In a moment, they were chased by Chu Qing and suffered heavy casualties.

A knifeman said: "Master, why don't you take this opportunity to save people?"

Chu Qing sneered: "Killing all these fake monks can not only save people, but also loot property openly."

The knifemen's eyes lit up: "Masters are masters."

"Kill all these bald donkeys!"

"Rob the money!"

The knifemen were excited, howling and followed Chu Qing to strangle the fake monks.

One

Five

Ten

Finally:

In the huge temple, only four monks outside the wing room were left.

The remaining twenty or so knifemen rushed towards them like hungry wolves.

The four monks looked at each other and rushed to kill with sticks.

In just half a minute;

The knifemen, relying on their numbers, chopped them into rotten meat.

At this time:

A knifeman excitedly said: "They will guard this place until they die, there must be good things inside."

After saying that, he rushed to the wing room impatiently.

Another six or seven knifemen roared and rushed in one after another.

The other knifemen were anxious and quickened their pace.

However:

As soon as they arrived at the door, screams came from inside.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The knifemen who rushed in one by one flew out at a faster speed.

Bang!

Bang!

The corpse fell to the ground, the flesh and blood on the chest exploded, the bones exploded, and the internal organs burst out.

The damage caused by the perfect boxing.

Chu Qing was a little more serious.

The people in the wing room have some means.

But, if there are only these, it is not enough.

He looked at the many knifemen.

The swordsmen all looked at him with fear on their faces:

"Master, why don't you go first?"

Chu Qing smiled and said, "You all go in together and hack the people inside to death."

The swordsmen shook their heads, their heads like rattles.

The swordsman smiled and said: "Master, stop joking"

Click!

The sword light flashed.

The knife hand split into two and fell to the ground.

Ding dong!

Chu Qing flicked the sword with her fingers, the sword trembled and blood fell.

The swordsmen looked horrified.

Just now, everyone was fighting side by side, killing people together, and talking about making a fortune together.

Why did you suddenly turn your back on him?

The swordsman turned around and ran away.

Chu Qing touched the water, chased after him, and waved his sword:

Click!

Heads flew up.

The headless corpse took two steps and fell to the ground.

The remaining swordsmen were even more horrified.

Chu Qing smiled and said: "Everyone, you can either rush in and hack that man to death."

"Or try to hack me to death."

The swordsmen shook their heads wildly, are you kidding me?

You just walked into the battle alone without any injuries, we are not as good as the great monks!

The swordsman gritted his teeth and roared: "Kill!"

He rushed into the wing first.

The next second, he saw a middle-aged monk.

Plop!

The swordsman knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, one of my own!"

"I put down my butcher knife and converted to Buddhism!"

boom!

The great monk was disdainful, sneered, and slapped him on the head.

Click!

The swordsman's head collapsed, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he directly saw my Buddha.

Other swordsmen also rushed in like crazy, brandishing their swords.

"kill!"

"Kick him to death!"

"I bet he didn't practice horizontally!"

boom!

boom!

The great monk is like a butterfly flying through the hand of the knife,

He could easily deal with it with his hands or fists.

boom!

boom!

Corpses flew out one after another and fell at Chu Qing's feet.

He glanced at the wound:

Some swordsmen's chests were penetrated, some had their sternums split open, and their internal organs exploded.

"The palm technique is more powerful than the boxing technique."

"He's a master."

There was no sound in the wing at this time.

The dark wing and broken door seemed like a bottomless pit that could swallow all living things.

Stab!

Stab!

Mopping the floor with a big sword in both hands, Chu Qing walked towards the wing step by step:

"Friends, if we meet by chance, we won't have to fight to the death."

"How about turning the conflict into friendship?"

As he spoke, he stepped into the doorway.

"kill!"

The great monk roared low, making a fist with his left hand and forming a seal with his right hand. The two Dzogchen techniques were in full bloom.

He is confident that even if there is a cow in front of him, he can blow its head off.

The fist seals came out together, the air roared, and the murderous intent was strong.

"Nie Zhan, who is your friend?"

Chu Qing did not dodge, but swung his two-handed sword - the Mantis Sword - to slash!

A shrill whistling sound sounded, and the air twisted, like a mantis killing with its forelimbs.

The great monk's eyes contracted and he backed away crazily: "Weapon skills?"

At this moment, he extremely regretted not wearing iron gloves.

However, Chu Qing pushed further and waved the sword with both hands, just like a real mantis hunting its prey, chasing after it.

The flesh and blood on the chest of the great monk Yijian split open, revealing the dense white bones.

The three-sword monk lost an arm.

Wu Jian's sternum was split open, revealing his beating lungs.

The great monk wailed: "Friends turn into fighting"

Stab!

The long sword fell.

The great monk shut up, split in two, and fell to the ground.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"

Chu Qing flicked his sword, causing blood to fall out, with a confused look on his face.

He had just used his sword skills seriously and didn't hear clearly.

Unfortunately, the great monk's eyes were staring straight at the bloody sword, and he did not speak for a long time.