"This..." Duan Yu turned his head with difficulty and looked at Su Changqing. Looking into the other person's indifferent eyes, he was instantly filled with fear. He seemed to realize something. From Chang'an City, to Yunlong Mountain, and then to Wudang Mountain, Su Changqing took over everything. He was like a prophet who predicted the unknown, and even jumped off a cliff to follow. ............................ "Hou Changqing, are you planning to save my sister Yuchan?" "My sister has lived a miserable life. She was plotted by her relatives. The king used her to marry her, and Lin Xiangyang used her to seek wealth. Do you know what she said to me and my father in the carriage?" "She said this was the second time that someone was so kind to her and wanted to save her at all costs. The first time was you. You saved her many times, but she tried her best but could not save you even once." Duan Yu said in a daze. His body was filled with a steady stream of Nine Yang Qi, and his body was gradually growing in size, and even cracks appeared in his body.
He Taichong fell to death, his internal organs were shattered, and he lay on the ground in a bloody state, making no sound. At this moment, in the deep and silent cave, there were eight people in total, including Su Changqing, Jiumozhi, Zhang Wuji, Duan Yu, Wang Yuyan, Huo Gong Toutuo, and the dead He Taichong. Jiumozhi looked at Su Changqing in a daze, opened his mouth, and was as stunned as a clay statue, frozen in place, and could not speak for a while. Huo Gong Tutuo felt the flow inside his body and roared to the sky, causing the hole in the ground to shake. His eyes were blood red as he stared at Su Changqing. He wanted to roll the blood ball, but was strangled tightly by Su Changqing's hands, unable to move at all. This was unprecedented power. "Physical Martial Saint?" Huo Gong Tutuo said in horror. Su Changqing was silent, with a bright golden light in his hand, suppressing the blood ball with one hand, and holding down Duan Yu with the other, almost stuffing it into the blood ball. Huo Gong Tutuo's Jiuyang Divine Art has reached the peak of perfection, the realm of martial saint. Its true energy is even stronger than that of Su Changqing. If he hadn't been locked on this blood ball, it would have been difficult for him to handle the opponent's huge infuriating energy. He wants at most two-thirds, and Duan Yu needs to take one-third. Duan Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted. He was as fat as a toad, fell to the ground weakly and passed out. "This..." Jiumozhi was startled. Huo Gong Tutuo suddenly jumped up and fled out of the grotto. Su Changqing's big hands were gleaming with golden light, and he suddenly grabbed the iron chain. The veins in his arms burst out with great strength. He caught it alive, jumped up, jumped on the blood ball, and stepped on Huo Gong Tutuo's body. "Physical Martial Saint! Zhenqi Martial Saint! Apart from Zhang Sanfeng, how can anyone in the world have Zhenqi and a martial saint in their physical body?" Huo Gong Tutuo's heart was split with fear, and blazing white light condensed in his mouth. Dozens of iron chains around him came straight towards Su Changqing. "Huo Gong Tutuo, hand over the "Nine Yang Divine Art", and you can live today."
"Shameless young man, don't even think about it!" "You'll hand it over." Su Changqing said calmly. He connected the iron ropes together, raised the huge blood ball with one hand, jumped up, fell to the ground, turned around and left directly. His steps were calm but extremely fast. Soon, he came to Danjiangkou, one of the Yangtze River systems. It is hundreds of miles wide and endless. It runs eastward like the sea, and its big waves wash away the sand and set off high blue waves. Su Changqing went deep into the water and walked under the water. His clothes were as white as snow and he had two swords on his waist. He was holding an iron chain with one hand and a huge blood ball behind him. Even though the water flow was fast and filled with vortices, it could not hinder him in the slightest. He went to the deepest part of Danjiang River and sank the blood ball into the soil. "Are there any martial saints who drowned in this world?" Su Changqing said softly. The sound is transmitted into the secret. "I haven't breathed for three months, but I can still close my seven orifices. What can you do to me?" Huo Gong Tutuo sneered. "Okay, I'll wait for you for three months." Su Changqing said calmly, sat cross-legged in the water with eyes closed, and began to practice. There is no need to torture, drowning is the most horrific torture. No one in the world can breathe in water like him. "This kid..." Huo Gong Tutuo frowned slightly, unable to figure out Su Changqing's tricks. One hundred days is his limit, or it's because he practices the Nine Yang Magic. Even if an ordinary martial saint adds the Turtle Breathing Technique, it can only last for dozens of days at most. ............................. At the foot of the Wudang Mountain cliff, half an hour later. Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan both woke up. Duan Yu's limbs were enlarged, but they were not flesh, but endless Qi that filled his body. He was light and airy, as if he could fly with just a jump. When he saw Jiumozhi holding Zhang Wuji in front of him, he was suddenly startled and quickly protected Wang Yuyan behind him. It's just that his fat limbs look a little funny. "Su Changqing protected your heart with Xuantian Qi. The Jiuyang Qi in your body will gradually transform Beiming Qi." Jiumozhi sat cross-legged, looked at Duan Yu, and sighed softly. "You misunderstood him." "This person is truly loyal through the ages. If it weren't for your sister, you would never have this opportunity."
He was really envious at this moment. A full third of the Martial Saint's true energy, after Duan Yu has completely refined it, will probably be comparable to his thirty years of hard training. He was just confused as to why Su Changqing was like this, and he thought about it for half an hour before he finally realized it. It was difficult for Su Changqing to kill a martial saint of the same level. When Su Changqing fought with Tiedan Shenhou, this phenomenon occurred. When it comes to top warriors, it is easy to defeat them, but difficult to kill them, unless you find their flaws and weaknesses. Huogong Tou Tuo has the internal force of the Nine Yang Magic Art, which automatically protects his body and is indestructible. The healing effect is comparable to natural treasures. Su Changqing borrowed Duan Yu's Beiming Magic Art to plunder the opponent's true energy, greatly reducing Huogong Tou Tuo's strength. "Your brother-in-law has won the whole game more than once. I followed him and had the opportunity to get the thousand-year-old stalactite and break through the fifth level of Tiangang." Jiumozhi looked at Duan Yu with envy in his eyes and sighed softly. He was wrong, he was really wrong. Only by following Su Changqing could he have meat to eat. He fought desperately and just won Zhang Wuji, but Su Changqing didn't even look at him... "Why didn't he explain?" Duan Yu was startled and asked hurriedly. "Why should he explain? Your father, Zhang Sanfeng, Wuliang Patriarch, Tiedan Shenhou are all of his generation, and your sister has a relationship with him, why would he explain to you!" Jiu Mozhi sneered and cursed directly. Su Changqing is too young, only 10 years old, so there is this illusion, which makes Duan Yu think that Su Changqing is of the same generation as him. Jiu Mozhi sighed in his heart, it's a pity that he has no sister. Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan were both stunned and silent. ......................... = || ; ({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-thumbnail---300x250', placement: 'Below article thumbnail - 300x250', target_type: 'mix' });
