Asura God

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With six bowls of spirits under his stomach, Qin Ming began to be unable to carry it, his head was swollen and hurt, and he stumbled on the haystack, and fell asleep soon.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood and returned to the distant thunder city.

He saw his mother, his father, his younger sister, and a lot of familiar relatives.

The main city hall is full of laughter and happiness.

Qin Ming ran in excitedly, and rushed to the familiar relatives, but they were clearly in front, but they didn't seem to see him. He yelled and waved in front of everyone, his loved ones indifferent.

Everyone was quiet in Langzhong, and they looked up at the sky without expressions, staring empty.

It was raining, and everybody drank it on everyone's body. It was very cold, and it made people shiver.

suddenly……

The picture is fragmented, like a broken mirror, and it splashes, everyone dissipates in the cold rain.

The rain became heavier and the sky was darker.

Without the ancient city and without relatives, Qin Ming seemed to be standing on the vast battlefield of killing.

Endless creatures are madly fighting, shouting to kill Zhentian, and various mysterious beasts roar in blood and fire.

Overwhelming sky fires, hurricanes reaching the sky, shroud the world.

The earth is falling apart, the sky is falling, and the world is like the end.

In the vast heaven and earth, a bright and brilliant mang cut off the darkness, tearing the sky fire, as bright as the sun. Jingmang hole penetrated the battlefield, pervaded the world and killed the might, drew sentiment from all beings, and the men were trembling.

Qin Ming was walking on the battlefield, like chasing the barbarous peerless spirit, but suddenly, that spirit stopped and locked Qin Ming from the air, and the endless killing air was boiling and covering the sky. To Qin Ming.

Qin Ming shuddered and sat up.

dream! Nightmare!

Qin Ming was sweating all over, and the wine was mostly awake. He wheezed and gasped, and it took a while for him to spit.

How could you have such a dream?

Haven't dreamed for years.

Qin Ming wiped off the cold sweat, feeling dry and dry, rubbing his sore head to get up, and drinking water in the yard.

In the cold yard, the old man was sitting under the old tree, and he was flipping the black knife with a black handle in his hand. I didn't know what material it was forged. It looked like black iron and black rock.

"Huh?" Qin Ming was attracted by the black knife and shook his head hard, thinking he was dreaming again.

"Master?"

Qin Ming shouted twice.

The old man ignored and slowly held up the black knife.

Qin Ming looked at it, and a chill of coldness came to his heart inexplicably. Suddenly, he seemed to return to the dream again, drowned by endless slaughter, and felt that the black knife stared at himself, yes, it was the feeling of being stared at.

Qin Ming carefully moved his body, but still felt stared.

The black knife seemed to have a weird spirituality that made people shudder, but in the old hands of the old man, they obediently behaved like pets, swinging with their fingertips, and flipping smartly.

Qin Mingjiu completely woke up, carefully watching the old man and the black knife. He had seen the old man use a flying knife before, and it was the old man who casually took an iron piece as a flying knife and juggled in the yard. After playing for two days in a row, Qin Ming learned it for two days and felt very good, so he sharpened a nine-handed flying knife for three years and used it for self-defense.

When he faced Zhao Min that day, he took the initiative with the help of a flying knife and hit Zhao Min by surprise.

"The name of the sword, Shura." The old man stretched out his withered right hand, the black knife was suspended in the palm, the tip of the knife was facing down, and the knife body was permeated with a gloomy cold, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.

"This knife ..." Qin Ming was covered with sweat, and he stepped back involuntarily, looking at the black knife in amazement.

The old man's right hand suddenly flickered, and the black knife screamed and trembled.

A horrific killing trend stirred the warehouse compound and filled the world.

At this moment, many elderly people in Qingyunzong's 30 mountains opened their eyes collectively, and they captured a murderous spirit that made them feel terrified.

Qin Ming stunned back, but the black sword reached his eyebrow in an instant, and he was in a state of illness, unable to capture the trajectory.

It does not retreat, touching Qin Ming's eyebrow skin.

The sharp blade was extremely cold, as if to freeze Qin Ming's soul.

"Master ... you ..." Qin Ming didn't dare to move, sweat was on his forehead, he really felt the threat of death, and he seemed to be embraced by the body of death, his body was cold, and he could not breathe.

"Do not use Xuanwu Realm indiscriminately." The old man pushed through his right hand, and the black knife slammed into Qin Ming's brow. Suddenly, Qin Ming seemed to fall into the ice cave, and the coldness of the bones spread to the whole body. Every cell seemed to be chilly, and his breath seemed to freeze.

Consciousness turned round and round, unable to tell the pain or faintness. Qin Ming sat on the ground difficultly, and just about to open his mouth to say something, his body turned black gas and writhed throughout his body, and soon drowned him.

Suddenly, the old man walked towards him with his hands on his back. He only saw the eyes of the old man, like an endless abyss, to devour people.

"Am I dreaming again?" Qin Ming whispered and lay slowly on the ground.

Everything is unreal, illusory and scary.

dream? It should be dreaming.

When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning. He actually lay in the yard, and the warm sunshine spilled on his body.

"How do I lie here?"

Qin Ming stretched a lazy waist, his body was light and comfortable, and there was still the feeling of cold and uncomfortable.

"I'm dreaming. The wine is so strong that I drink less in the future."

Qin Ming stood up and bounced, moved his body, and exercised as usual.

A few punches were made towards midair, and the arc was fired to match the first three stages with King Kong.

However, Qin Ming stopped there, staring at the arc of his right arm.

Today's arc seems to be much more, but it is not smooth.

what happened?

Drinking too much last night?

Qin Destiny turned his veins, vibrated the arc, and hit a few punches again, but this time, he really stopped.

"I seem to ... break through?"

"Lingwu ... Fourth Heaven?"

"how is this possible!"

Qin Ming is incredible. Has he broken into the Lingwu quartet?

But soon the problem came out. Not only did the realm rise, the meridians expanded, but Dantian Qihai also had something more. A black paint knife filled the black mist, suspended in the quiet air.

"How is this going?"

"Did I dream last night?"

Qin Mingzai carefully examined, yes, the realm has really improved, but because of the inexplicable ascension, the spiritual power in the meridians is still in the state of the triple sky, and it is urgently needed to be added. There is really a black knife in the sea of ​​anger, exactly the same as the one that was given to him by ‘Dream’ yesterday.

Not a dream? Not a dream!

This mysterious black knife was given to me by my father!

"Master! Thank you!"

Qin Ming was surprised and ran back to the warehouse to thank him.

It is strange that there is no one in the warehouse, and the old man is not there.

Qin Ming returned to the yard, and the old man was not there.

In the past eight years, the old man was either in a daze under the tree, or was missing the dead in front of the grave, and then went to sleep in the warehouse.

"Strange, where did the old man go?"

Qin Ming suddenly had a bad feeling, and Zai carefully searched the warehouse and the compound, and searched around the dwarf mountain. No old man was found.

"gone?"

"Impossible, left without saying hello?"

"But the old man did weird yesterday."

"Is it because of the girl yesterday?"

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse and came to the old man's wooden bed.

A worn-out cotton blanket and a few pieces of quilted clothes, which are all the possessions of the old man, none of them were taken away.

"Is this mysterious?"

Qin Ming's hand rested on those worn out clothes, and there seemed to be something inside. He slowly opened it, a note, a word-fate!

Below the note, there was a sword sheet and an ancient sword.

A quaint simplicity and the atmosphere rushed towards the face. The sword spectrum and the ancient sword itself seemed to have real sword qi, so that the surrounding air was filled with a trace of sharpness and coldness.

"Is the old man really gone?" Qin Mingxuan picked up the note and suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if something was suddenly missing in his heart.

gone?

Are you really gone?

For eight years, because of the company of the elderly, I felt this humble warehouse looks like a home.

No matter how difficult or bitter, I always feel that I can go home and rest.

He knew the old man was extraordinary, but he never thought he would leave so soon.

Life! my life? Whose life?

Why did the old man leave this word on purpose?

Qin Ming carefully folded the note, put it close to her, and picked up the sword.

Da Yan Sword Code!

Without too many introductions, opening it is the first style of sword classics-the mountain and river epee! One sword cuts through the mountains and rivers!

Refined sword style introduction, concise picture meridian.

Qin Ming's eyebrows are turned over. The typefaces and meridian diagrams are very detailed, but they are vague. You need to work hard to calm down, and you can barely see it. I can't see it clearly, not even the name of the move. When he was there, he couldn't see clearly, and even gave him a strange sense of resistance.

Qin Ming's current state and mental strength are barely enough to qualify for the first form!

"What level of martial arts is this?"

Qin Ming looked at Shudian Dian in amazement, so mysterious and extraordinary.

I have been eager to get martial arts, and I am looking forward to owning our own weapons. I did not expect to get my wish today. I can hold the sword spectrum and the ancient sword, and think of the drunkenness last night.

"Qin Ming!" There was a sharp scream from outside.

Qin Ming stole the sword code and ancient sword and hid in the deepest part of the warehouse.

"Qin Ming! Where is the death!" Zhang Dong rudely opened the iron door, raised the list in his hand, and screamed, "I will stick it for you at dawn. It is noon now and I will not send it. Do you want to do it? "

"Go right away." Qin Ming simply sorted out and took the list outside.

Zhang Dong stood beside the iron gate and kept screaming: "Don't think that the spirit martial realm can be unruly. You can be a servant but no matter how strong you are, it's my Zhang Dong's management! Don't care about you today, then dare not send it on time. I will report to the director and see how to pack you! "