The Sword Dynasty

Listening to his words, the faces of the two court ladies suddenly paled.

"Few Qin Jianxiu would abandon the sword to practice the Yin and God ghosts." One of the maidens was silent for a moment, looked at him and said, "We did not expect that you would do this. Since the Bashan Jianchang All practitioners in the world already think that your Qin people’s life-sword practice is king."

"It's just a means to fight the enemy, where there is no kingly way, only the speed of practice." Su Qin Wei smiled ironically, "If you give up sword practice, I have abandoned it as early as when I entered the Xianfuzong."

Another maid looked up at him and said softly, "I heard that Qin Jianshi is very proud."

Su Qin understood what she meant, smiled indifferently, and raised her head: "For me, my pride is always in the future, not in the past."

The lady who had spoken before took a deep breath and said, "Except for the exercises recorded by the Twelve Witch Gods, there is no other way in the world that can change your true unit so quickly, so the Twelve Witch Gods Destroyed, it really has to do with you."

"You are lurking beside me, don't you just want to know this from me?" Su Qin's smile was more intense: "Your Daqi Emperor has been defeated, but still unwilling, still holding a glimmer of hope, look at me Will there be anything related to the Twelve Witch Gods on his body. It's just that he has all been abandoned. Does it make sense for you to sell your life for him?"

Listening to this sentence, hesitant expressions appeared on the faces of the two court ladies.

But just when the hesitant look appeared on the two faces, the two and Su Qin had shot at the same time.

With a whimper, a black bamboo leaf flew out of the sleeve of a maiden, cutting into Su Qin's throat, while the other maiden did not stay at all, and the figure flew towards the rear gate Out.

The two maidens were originally twin sisters, and they shared the same mind. As long as one of them escaped, they could spread the news that Su Qin had obtained a certain practice on the Twelve Witch God.

The moment of hesitation that appeared on the two people's faces was only to confuse Su Qin.

The performance of the two has been perfect, but in exchange for Su Qin's more ironic smile.

"It's a pity that you still have a chance, or you are too greedy, if you let me escape when you let me in, you might still be able to escape, but you still came in, trying to determine if I really got it. The exercises of the twelve witch gods?"

When the first word of his sentence sounded, the black shadow flying towards his throat was already held by a bloody hand stretched out behind him.The exercises on the Twelve Witches are themselves the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Witches, and the exercises on the Ninth Witch are the beginning of the ancestor.

With a loud bang, this weak black shadow was directly pinched into a soft black mist by blood-like hands.

In the shocked eyes of the court lady, the blood hand that grew from Su Qin's back was directly photographed on her heavenly spirit.

Another maiden wailed, and she knew that her sister had already died. However, she did not look back, but her long black hair detached from her body and woven into a black net behind her. Slammed heavily on the front door of Weiqi and smashed outward.

But just then, a red line appeared on her throat.

When the red line on her throat collapsed, she saw the flash of sword light.

This is a very thin and light gray sword, just like a piece of inconspicuous dust accumulated above the temple door. This little sword is also very common. It is not a good product among the flying swords, but this is the handle. The humble flying sword, but lurking in the door like a viper for a long time, harvested her life at this time.

With the violent spray of throat blood, her body fell heavily to the ground, less than a foot away from the door of the temple. The blood spattered on the door of the temple, but there was no effort to get close.

Su Qin didn't even spend any effort to control the flying sword, he just let the ordinary sword fly out obliquely and nailed to the corner of the wall.

There was tiny blood dripping down the ground on the sword, like a few small flowers blooming in the dark corner of the wall.

"No matter how I abandon the sword, I am at least Qin Jianshi. It is too simple for me to sneak attack on this kind of thing with flying swords." Su Qin looked at him and finally turned around to look at him. He lowered his eyelids and said.

The maiden opened her mouth, hissing in her mouth, continually flushing the blood.

Her throat has been completely cut off, and blood and Zhenyuan are all rushing out of it. She can't say any more words, but through her lips movement at this time, Su Qin still sees the last sentence she said at this time: "Kill life People will be condemned for cultivation."

"There is vitality in life and death, what's the difference? No matter how powerful the practitioner is, it's just a wave aroused by the vitality between heaven and earth, a page in the history book."

Su Qin looked at her calmly and responded faintly.

When he finished speaking, the two court ladies who had brought him many good memories were dead.

The bloody hand behind him still rests on the celestial spirit of the maid who was killed by him first, and behind him, there is another bloody hand gradually congealing and will be born.

Killing some practitioners, and using the vitality transformed between life and death, can condense such a bloody hand that is willing to move. This kind of practice is too simple, even if Zhen Yuanxiu temporarily stagnate and breaks through the seven realms, However, according to this method, a thousand hands can be formed, and the strength of these thousand blood hands will continue to grow with the growth of Zhenyuan cultivation, just like a huge magic circle.

Anything with a large quantity will cause qualitative changes. For Su Qin, it does not take much time, and it is not impossible for him to challenge the strong across the border.

For practitioners, nothing is more pleasing than the growth of power, especially the rapid growth of this power is even more intoxicating.

Even Su Qin, who has experienced several ups and downs, couldn't help but indulge in this taste at this time, and was so happy that he wanted to groan.

However, in only a few breaths, his body suddenly stiffened, and a strong fear came from his heart.

The bloody hand behind him converged into the body frantically, and the whole body swept backwards.

In the sound of the air breaking from the rapid flight of his body, the door of the temple was pushed away quietly.

The figure of the Qisi in a black robe appeared on the side of the body of the court lady who fell in the entrance of the temple. His cold voice also sounded: "Do you think you can escape?"

Seeing that it was the Daqi practitioners who were least willing to face him in front of him, Su Qin's eyes were cold, and the crippled left hand finger in his sleeve suddenly twisted wildly.

The Qis just stood at the gate of the temple.

He held his hands behind his back, and just glanced at Su Qin. The top of the hall turned black. The black cyclones were sticky like ink, and then dripped like a liquid.