Practice starts with skill points

"Kill!"

Zhong Lin jumped into the crowd, and the ghost-headed knife in his hand slashed in the air. The air around him was squeezed out, forming a short vacuum. Then a white light flashed by, and a guard in front of him was directly disemboweled.

The power of the knife was so fierce.

At this time, Zhong Lin and the long knife in his hand seemed to be fused together. Wherever his mind went, the knife light was there.

This is the charm of the full-level "Wind-breaking Sword Technique", reaching the realm of the creator.

Man and sword are one, the master of swordsmanship.

Zhong Lin showed a ferocious smile at the corner of his mouth. With a step, the power surged, the sword light was like a thread, invincible, and no one could stop it.

Kill.

Jump.

Draw the knife.

Kill again.

Zhong Lin in the crowd, like a monkey, the knife came out like a thread, the breath was tragic, and the momentum became heavier and heavier.

The other five masked men were also unwilling to be outdone, and each used their own methods to kill these guards.

Among these five men in black, three of them were masters of the seventh-grade bone-forging realm like Zhong Lin, with a huge force of a thousand pounds, and every move contained great power.

Although the other two were only in the eighth-grade Yijin realm, their punches were as fast as the wind and as swift as arrows, and they were also extremely powerful with the weapons in their hands.

In just a moment, all the dozen guards who stayed behind were killed.

"Chase!"

Someone shouted, and the six people continued to chase in the direction of Du Chong without stopping.

...

"Young Master, hurry up, the city gate is not far ahead, Meixian Zun will definitely save us, and we will be able to escape soon."

Yunye's voice was full of joy.

"Okay, Yunye, don't worry, after today's disaster, I will definitely not treat you unfairly."

As expected of an elite education since childhood, Du Chong was still instinctively drawing pie in the sky at this time.

But at this moment, he was panting heavily, with sweat on his forehead, messy hair, and blood all over his body. He no longer looked like the elegant gentleman he used to be.

Just when the two were happy, a black light broke through the air.

"Ah! My leg."

Du Chong screamed and fell to the ground, blood flowing from his calf. A caltrop pierced his calf directly.

"Young Master..."

Yun Ye hurriedly stopped.

Swish!

Six figures came one after another, surrounding Du Chong and Yun Ye.

Everyone held a weapon in their hands, and a pair of cold eyes looked over.

"Young Master, step back."

Yun Ye stood in front of Du Chong with a solemn expression, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, glanced at the six masked men, and a sense of despair enveloped his heart.

"Sir, please take good care of my wife and children."

After saying that, he tapped his toes, floated up, and rushed towards Zhong Lin like flying, with a knife across the air, splitting Huashan Mountain.

Zhong Lin: "..."

Damn it, you chose me instead of all the people? Am I easy to bully?

Zhong Lin took a step, did not advance but retreated, his body was like a willow in the wind, and he dodged the knife with a slight side, and at the same time, he gently supported with his right hand.

"Instant Kill Technique."

A sword shadow flashed, and a short blade appeared out of thin air in Zhong Lin's hand, and the short blade gently crossed Yun Ye's throat.

Puff!

With almost no effort, accompanied by a crisp sound, blood spurted out, Yun Ye, who was in mid-air, fell directly to the ground, covering his throat with his hands, but could not stop the blood from splashing.

"Gurgle gurgle."

Although the expressions of the other masked men could not be seen, the horror in their eyes was beyond words.

They knew Yun Ye, the guardian of the black market, a seventh-grade bone-forging realm warrior, but he was killed in one blow. They couldn't even see how Zhong Lin drew his sword, which made them alert, fearing that Zhong Lin would monopolize Du Chong.

As if they had telepathy, the five masked men looked at each other, slightly tilted their bodies, moved their feet slightly, and slowly formed a united force.

Zhong Lin raised his hand and made a knife flower. Under the shock of the force, the blood on it rolled down like dewdrops. With a slight shake of his wrist, the short blade disappeared again, as if it was just an illusion.

He looked up and glanced at everyone, and mocked in a hoarse and old voice: "The skills are not gold and silver treasures that can be copied. I don't want to be your enemy. You two go and search your body."

Zhong Lin pointed at the only two eighth-grade warriors and asked them to search Du Chong's body.

No mistakes in one poem, one post, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Facing Zhong Lin, the strongest, the two men did not dare to refuse and stepped forward to search him.

The other three seventh-grade warriors also breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were not afraid of Zhong Lin if they cooperated, they did not want to offend such a strong man.

Du Chong, who was sitting on the ground, had his calf pierced. Now the last guard Yun Ye was also killed, and he was only an eighth-grade warrior. At this time, his heart was already full of despair.

Facing the two men who came to search him, he subconsciously raised his sword to meet them, but he was easily taken down.

One of the masked men snorted coldly and stepped directly on Du Chong's injured calf, and a shrill scream came out of his mouth.

After searching for a while, a book was indeed found from Du Chong's chest, on which were written the words "Chiyang Zhuang Gong".

As the book was found, Zhong Lin could clearly feel that the breathing of the black people around him was a little faster.

"Yes, yes, Zhuang Gong, that's Zhuang Gong. It is said that the martial arts of the middle third grade are no longer dynamic exercises like the lower third grade, but static exercises. Zhuang Gong can sense the blood, nourish it, strengthen it, and then condense it. Yes, this is the blood coagulation method of the middle third grade. I have been looking for the blood coagulation method for twenty years."

One of the masked men was so excited that his body was shaking, and there was even a little crying in his tone, which was a sign of extreme excitement.

The only two eighth-grade warriors subconsciously opened the secret book, but then their faces changed and they said angrily: "The secret book has been altered."

"What?"

"How could it be?"

"Let me see."

This sentence made everyone's heart flutter, and several people tried to snatch the secret book.

"Enough."

Zhong Lin roared, and also stabilized everyone's emotions.

"Let me see it."

The man hesitated for a while and threw the secret book in his hand. Zhong Lin reached out to take it and opened it directly.

The secret book was only a dozen pages long, but as soon as he opened it, he smelled the scent of ink, which made Zhong Lin feel depressed.

The smell of ink meant that this secret book was recently copied.

Opening the secret book, most of the front part was illustrations, and it was indeed as the man just said, it was not a boxing exercise like "Iron Mountain Kung Fu", but a series of standing postures.

The last two pages were all text descriptions, and a simple glance would tell that this was a breathing method that matched the standing posture, but many parts of it were covered with ink, making the text intermittent.

Zhong Lin handed the secret book to another person with a gloomy face.

"It has indeed been altered."