Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

The judgment came quickly like a tide. When Ao Li felt the sudden change of breath around him, he immediately followed Herang and came to the central training ground.

Heron stared at the scene in front of him, facing such a **** scene, very uncomfortable, not to mention there were many familiar disciples falling down, all kinds of intolerance and sadness surged, he almost wanted to gag Immerse yourself in the incredible.

Ao Li approached from behind and reached in front of him to block the scene for him. A look of anger appeared in his eyes, staring at the acquaintance in front of him.

And the real inner ghost is already obvious, that is, the left guard who has been by his side.

Ao Liping regained his mood and sighed slightly. If it was him, everything would be easy to explain. As early as when the Xuankong Sword School attacked, it was the left protection law that was actively addressed, and he had a high weight. Tell some of your disciples not to worry.

However, Ao Li ’s magical skills are so world-fearing that the entire Genkong Sword Sect cannot match him. Zuo Hufa is cautious. How dare to rush? Do you already think they have the strength to fight Ao Li?

With a sneer at the upper left guardian, Heron had a heavy heart, realizing that his plot was more than that.

Sure enough, when Ao Li was out of luck, his complexion was suddenly wrong, and he even bent down slightly. Dan Tian's energy was stagnant and he couldn't exert a skill.

Heron gritted his teeth, knowing that the situation was bad, and hurried up to support Ao Li, asking about his condition.

Zuo Hufa chuckled, "Master Lord, please save some energy. This lock-up effort is difficult to find. This time it is used on you and several church masters. This day, you cannot use internal power. The martial arts have been greatly reduced, and it is not at our mercy !!!! As for you ... Lord Right Guardian, your three-legged cat's work is not enough. "

Relying on Ao Li's martial arts being locked, his arrogance rose a few feet, with a strong disdain in every word.

"It is true that there are many masters in this mixed Yuan teaching, but I have been here for a few years. I have already inserted a lot of chess pieces, and I can lock them down in various ways with a single order. Without these masters, A group of unwieldy disciples are just doing useless struggles. "Zuo Hufa slowly paced in front of Ao Li, smirking with pride," This mixed Yuan demonism will be taken over by your subordinates. "

Zuo Hufa also served a lot of Ao Li, and it was easy to apply medicine. Heron arrived at the first arrival and, besides getting along with Ge Rulan, he followed the leader all day long. No eyeliner was inserted beside him, or maybe he was The force of Zuo Hufa's eyes is low, which is not worth mentioning, so there is no trick to lock the power.

Zuo Hufa has always dealt with teaching affairs for Ao Li. Naturally, he understands the situation in the middle and top of the teaching. Most of Ao Li has no intention of being in the Yuan Dynasty, but has inherited his father's position. The rest did not want to bother, so it was so easy to get lost.

Facing the humiliation of Zuo Hufa, even though Ao Li's proud pride was completely locked at this time, he still did not rely on his internal force, and punched him on the face that he owed.

Zuo Hufa stepped back and forth a few times, but he did not expect that he dared to take a shot after losing his skill, and the punch was still imposing.

He shouted angrily, clapping and saying "OK! OK!"

With an order, dozens of disciples in various costumes hiding in the teachings came out. Ren Bozhong was also anxious to capture Ao Li, waved his hand, and the sword school disciples behind him came and surrounded them layer by layer. Impervious to air.

Ren Bozhong walked to the gate of the middle hall and looked around the splendid furnishings. His face was greedy and greedy, and he laughed at the sky. , It was accepted by the old man! "

Zuo Hufa twisted his eyebrows thickly and warned him in a bad voice, "Hey, old man, we have something to say, the mixed monster is yours, but everything in this teaching belongs to me!"

Seeing that the two men were about to quarrel, Heron squeezed a little sweat, holding Ao Li's waist, and wanted to perform light work to leave the place as soon as possible.

But without leaving a few feet away, countless disciples around him waved up the sword in their hands.

Zuo Hufa turned round disdainfully, and did not intend to step back to Ren Bozhong. "Hum, forgive them for not being able to escape. It is you, Ren, don't keep your promises! The treasures of the mixed Yuanjiao do not allow you to get half points!"

He has been teaching for decades, and has long regarded this place as his own. Although he is a joint judge in Ren Bozhong, he always feels dissatisfied with his own things and being attacked by others.

Ren Bozhong touched his beard and looked at the situation in front of him. The Xuankong Sword sent a lot of disciples this time, and the number was a few percent more than that of Zuo Hufa, and the combat power was above him ... , So that the complexion of Zuo Hufa is getting more and more gloomy.

Herron was surrounded by countless long swords, and the danger at hand made him feel helpless.

Ao Li has been talented since he was a child, and his martial arts speed is fast. Therefore, he has never experienced the feeling of losing his internal force like he does now.

But there are too many discouraged disciples. Heron alone is afraid of not being able to completely resist them. On several occasions, their swords have already touched Heron's coat. They must penetrate into the flesh half an inch deep. .

This kind of cumbersome feeling made Ao Li grit his teeth reluctantly, holding Heron in his arms with a calm face, protecting him, and punching the person near him with a bare hand.

Heron opened his eyes wide, trying to help him out of his arms, but was once again surrounded by his powerful arms.

"That's enough, Master, you don't have internal power now ... you ..."

Ao Li's look at this time was unprecedentedly dignified. Even if he lost his internal force, he was unwilling to surrender, even protecting him in this posture while resisting countless attacks from all directions.

Heron's words were forced to be swallowed back, and he had to hug him tightly to prevent himself from falling down.

He leaned against Ao Li's chest, clearly heard Ao Li's chest slightly shaking, and whispered, "You are so weak, this seat does not need your protection."

Herang had an unspeakable taste in his heart, annoyed and moved together, but he did not dare to struggle, for fear that his every move would affect Ao Li's movements.

Ao Li's movements were fast and fierce, and it was a force to rush to them, disengaging their hands holding the weapons, or directly using their hands as blades, and there was a mourning on the field.

Nevertheless, the dozens of people with swords are not so resistant, let alone a man in his arms. With a little inattention, his back and weakness can be easily attacked.

Ao Li snorted, and there was a long agoal pain behind him. It turned out that the people behind him rushed up while he was entangled with another person, and a sword and a sword were deeply scarred behind his back. Blood splatter was indispensable. Ao Li had no time to take care of his injury, but closed his eyes to the person in his arms.

He didn't want this person to see his wounded body look hurt at this moment.

Although he was scaly all over, his arms were unscathed by him.

It may be instinct to say why he protects this person in this way.

He always felt that although the man in his arms also came to himself through fighting in the ring, he just felt that he should not see such **** things, and he was not willing to let those stains stain his white clothes.

Ao Li's shoulder also received a few stabs, blood shed, dripping on Heron's cheek, his heart fluttered, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he reached out his hands tremblingly, a thick, dazzling red hand It was so hot that he almost burned his skin.

His body shook violently, and stood stubbornly straight, cursing a waste at Heron, but the palm of his hand that was pierced by the sword several times still held him up tightly and stopped.

The disciples around were scared by the blood-covered people and dared not approach them, holding swords at him, but dared not to move.

The wounds on his body were obviously spread all over his body, but Ren Bozhong wanted a living person, and if they accidentally killed him by mistake, it would be a great sin.

Heron's mood was so disturbed that he didn't know how to deal with such a situation. He only heard Ao Li's voice intermittently. He had always been cold and domineering, but his tone was never like this. The tenderness and weakness of the past also brought deep regret and helplessness.

"You said, accompany this seat to the place where you drew ... to see thousands of rivers and mountains, picturesque Jiangnan, northern country snow scene, desert yellow sand, look ... um ... But in this case, I am afraid that this seat can not go to the appointment."

Heron's brows frowned tightly, and he never let go.

A hidden weapon rushed towards Ao Li's shoulder, and Heron couldn't hold it anymore. At this moment, he slightly turned over and blocked him.

He took a breath, pulled the blood-stained triangular blade off the ground, and took it out of Ao Li's arms, which had already been released, and took him by the arm so that he would not fall.

These disciples stared at it. The encirclement formed by many people increased their pressure, and there were two masters at the top. If they were to consume it like this, they would be killed.

Heron took a deep breath, pain in his shoulder, and his nerves were so awake.

He didn't hesitate and slammed a few palms at the people who were surrounded by them. When they backed up, they grabbed Ao Li and jumped up in the air.

The disciples behind him quickly caught up, Ren Bozhong and Zuo Hufa also broke away from the dispute and overtook from behind.

Heron never felt that his light work was so good. Under extreme tension, he was sweating cold, his legs were numb, and he just kept running away.

He knows that as far as single-handedness is concerned, he can't match the masters behind him, so he deliberately turns into a hidden bamboo forest, covering him with layers of bamboo leaves for half a point, and the entire bamboo forest rustles because of their pursuit Through the horizon.

A **** ahead, Heron paused a little, saw the village at the foot of the mountain, and before they saw it, he hugged Ao Li and jumped down the hillside.

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