I'm really not immortal

Chapter 31 Sudden Attack

Of course, Zhao Qingchan is not a bloodthirsty person.

But it was those three people who met him. What about other ordinary people, such as the scholar?
Some people may say that abolishing their martial arts is a good way.

Then how do you know that after their internal strength is abolished, they won't become more cunning and cruel, to harm more ordinary people?

Then don't worry about him getting better or worse, if he wants to trouble me, killing him is the best way.

Seeing that the others were too shocked to speak, Guanshi Song hurriedly called the guards to bury the body, and warned the others not to say anything, and explained a little.

For example, those three people were originally wanted criminals of the Yuan Dynasty, and they came all the way here in order to escape the pursuit of the government.

Don't care if it's true or not.

In addition, Zhao Qingchan still drank and ate in silence, and the other passengers in the convoy calmed down and went into the tent to rest.

"Young man, this old man just..."

Zhao Qingchan waved his hand and rejected Guanshi Song's apology. He said in a deep voice, "You didn't expect those three people to cause trouble for me. Those people are all third-rank warriors, and the strongest guards under your command are only third-rank!"

"So you want me to settle this matter, and test my kung fu to see if I am a real Wudang disciple. There is no need for too much explanation, and there is no need for a tent. I like to meditate at night."

"Oh, that's fine. It's better for the young hero to stay in the carriage at night, so as not to catch cold." Steward Song sighed, but he didn't say much.

He was really like what Zhao Qingchan said, probing, and the guards were not strong enough, so he didn't bother to make trouble.

It's just that I didn't expect this Shaoxia Zhao to be so merciless in his actions, he would die without injury!
But it ended up like this in the end, and it was his problem after all.

And Zhao Qingchan finally arrived at Wudang Mountain, obviously he would not give Kuaitong a few good words.

…………

three days later.

The convoy changed horses at some strongholds of the Kuaitong Gang, but the people were on their way for days.

The place to rest at night is often not a town, which will consume too much money for the Kuaitong Gang, so most of them camp in the wild.

Originally, there were some passengers in the convoy who were more able to shout, but now they are all quiet.

The three female disciples of the Emei Sect were also afraid of Zhao Qingchan at the beginning, but riding in the same carriage, after all, they could not avoid some negative... close contact and conversation.

After a long time, they found that apart from being jealous, his handsome face made people feel pretty good~
Especially in terms of his methods, compared with his head, Miejue Shitai, they are pure and innocent.

And chatting with such a handsome and handsome young man seems to be a very interesting thing.

Well, he speaks nicely and looks good, really interesting.

pity.

The time for parting has come.

Because it is located at the border that the Kuaitong Gang is responsible for.

Logically speaking.

At this junction, there will be carriages from other gangs to meet them.

But after waiting for an hour, there was still no convoy coming.

Manager Song secretly scolded these bastards for not being punctual, so he planned to take out the carrier pigeons to communicate with them.

result.

Right in front of the official road, there is a man and a horse galloping, as the distance between the two gradually narrows.

Everyone vaguely heard chaotic roars such as "run quickly" and "there are enemies".

Because at the corner of the official road, dozens of warriors dressed in black suddenly rushed out on fast horses. As the distance got closer, the ground felt a slight tremor.

Steward Song's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately ordered the carriage to be placed in the middle of the road, and asked the guards to take the passengers away from here.

The loss of the carriage is small, but the loss of people and reputation is the big problem.

pity.

The enemy rushed too fast.

The fleeing person at the front was just about to get off his horse when he was hit in the back by an arrow, and he still did not escape.

The eyes of the leading man in black lit up, and he drew his long sword to one of the convoy: "It's her, take away the child protected by that woman, and let the others be killed."

"Yes." Many men in black either got off their horses or jumped up, leaping directly over the carriage on the official road, and rushed into the crowd in an instant.

"Grass." Zhao Qingchan's complexion changed slightly. He was recently obsessed with "Little Glazed Body" and didn't bother to brush up any sub-professional levels. He didn't realize that the luck of the people around him was so poor.

It's too late, it's too soon.

A second-rank martial artist drew his saber to strike, and the zhenqi adhering to the blade brought a faint gleam of light, which was so dazzling under the direct sunlight of the setting sun.

Zhao Qingchan originally wanted to retreat here, but remembered that there are people here who know that they are Wudang disciples, even if they don't know their name, they still have to stay.

next second.

The light of the knife is already deceiving.

The eyes of the man in black were bright, and the guy in front of the secret channel was indeed a fledgling, so frightened that he couldn't even draw his sword.

And Zhao Qingchan clenched the scabbard slightly with his left hand, he took a deep breath, and the Tai Chi Qi flowed through the eight extraordinary meridians.

Draw a sword?

Really bullying.

Because the moment he drew his sword...

Swish.

Well, it was just an ordinary sword shadow, which didn't make the whole world tremble.

However, the second-rank man in black felt a chill in his throat, and involuntarily let go of the long knife in his hand, trying to reach out to cover the bleeding spot.

But he felt his body getting weaker and weaker, he opened his mouth, and blood kept gushing out from his mouth.

Soon, his eyes gradually turned black, and he slowly fell in front of Zhao Qingchan.

Subsequently.

There were quite a few men in black of the second and third ranks looking at him, and besieged him one after another.

for a while.

Sword and sword shadow.

No one would have thought that Zhao Qingchan, who was on the third rank, could survive such an attack, especially under the siege of many masters.

but.

Zhao Qingchan took a breath of true energy in her dantian, and the long sword in her hand was like a dragon coming out of the water, full of sword intent.

Between flashing and moving.

Qinglong goes to sea.

Pull the clouds to see the sun.

Cloud sword in the middle.

Tiangang guides the way!

……

There are 72 life-threatening serial swords, most of which are killing moves.

Within five breaths, several men in black quickly fell to the ground and died.

Because they all have swords in the throat and eyebrows.

All fatal in one blow!
There is no chance for them to survive, and there are two of the best second-rank warriors among them.

"Damn it, this person's swordsmanship is at the pinnacle. Although he is a warrior of the third rank, he is very tricky. Be careful." A man in black just finished speaking.

Zhao Qingchan stabbed again.

The latter raised his long sword, but he never thought that Zhao Qingchan played a sword flower and still hit him directly in the heart.

"This trick is called 'Flying body stabbing'!"

And right now.

A man in black who was besieging a beautiful woman in palace attire escaped from the battle circle with lightning speed, his movements were as fast as a ghost, and his two swords stabbed out at a tricky and vicious angle!

On the second grade.

Zhao Qingchan's complexion changed slightly, the person who came was three levels higher than him.

only.

72 deadly serial swords...

The tenth level of perfect sword intent, armor piercing value, piercing qi value, and piercing skill value all doubled by 1-3 times, how could this group of martial arts mediocrity understand?

I see.

Between the wind and the lightning.

The two figures missed each other at the same time.

After a breath.

Zhao Qingchan held the sword wound on his chest and gasped.

He never looked back, and walked straight towards the other men in black.

because……

The neck of the second rank assassin had already been pierced by his sword.

What do low-end warriors fight for?
It does not depend on the quality and quantity of true qi, that is, the level of inner breath.

The key thing to look at is a technical word!
Under the first grade, the level of internal breath is useless, and the real energy is so special that it cannot be released externally.

The strongest moves in swordsmanship are not the extremely handsome chopping, hacking, and sweeping.

Instead, it requires a little bit of operation to stab, point, and pick!

Solve the enemy in the simplest, most direct and fastest way.

It's not like a sword move to kill the enemy.

"I really thought that you were a junior grandmaster of the first rank, or a grandmaster of inborn origin, and that you could cut Lao Tzu's chest open with a single strike."

"I haven't released my true energy yet, I can't die if I hide! I'm yelling." Zhao Qingchan sneered, took a elixir, took out a healing talisman from her bosom, stuck it on her chest, and yelled With an Ollie, he continued to fight.

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ps: Ask for recommendation tickets, investment, and rewards. In this situation without information details, someone guessed the identity of a young woman and a little girl in a palace costume, and Zhao Qingchan immediately turned to women's clothing!
(End of this chapter)