The strongest talent

Emperor Wu's sword emphasizes the word "fast". It is so fast that the opponent has no way to hide and can kill with one move.

Yuan Qing didn't say any more nonsense to the middle-aged mercenary, and took the lead to charge and attack. His right arm shook, and the alloy sword in his hand stabbed him in the throat with a whoosh like a silver light.

"Huh?!" The mercenary's pupils shrank, and he blocked with his right hand like lightning. The alloy dagger slashed at Yuan Qing's alloy sword. At the same time, he waved his left hand, and the alloy dagger pierced Yuan Qing's heart.

Just as Yuan Qing's sword was halfway through, he retracted his arm suddenly and struck out with another sword with his backhand, stabbing the mercenary in the crotch.

"Changing moves so fast?" The mercenary felt a chill in his crotch. He did not dare to exchange injuries with Yuan Qing. He quickly turned his right wrist, changed the angle of the alloy dagger, and struck Yuan Qing's alloy sword from bottom to top.

Yuan Qing's sword force changed again, his elbow dropped instantly, and the tip of the sword jumped up, avoiding the mercenary's alloy dagger, and stabbed directly into his forehead and between his eyebrows.

"It's too fast. How could a third-level spiritual warrior be so fast? What level of swordsmanship was he using!" The middle-aged mercenary felt chills in his heart. He suddenly kicked the ground with his feet and retreated sharply; just fighting After three moves, he was completely overwhelmed by Yuan Qing. After the combination of psychic powers, his right arm changed moves too quickly. The attack targets were all the mercenaries' vital points. He had to hide!

Yuan Qing narrowed his eyes tightly, and the sword was as strong as the Yangtze River. He forced the mercenaries back with one move, and immediately followed up. The somewhat incomplete alloy sword in his hand was like a silver light, either stabbing straight or cutting horizontally. Either tilting, lifting upwards, or slashing downwards.

One sword after another, the sword never left the mercenary's vitals. The alloy sword changed its moves faster and faster, like a ball of silver light without any structure, dazzling and unable to see the routine at all, but it always shrouded the body of the mercenary. around.

The strange thing is that no matter how the mercenary resisted, the alloy dagger in his hand never touched Yuan Qing's alloy sword. He was forced to keep retreating, without even a moment to breathe, and passively made subconscious gestures. Blocking the action, the battle rhythm was completely controlled by Yuan Qing!

"Didn't you just let me choose how to die?" Yuan Qing slashed towards the mercenary's throat with his sword, about 20 centimeters away from his Adam's apple. With a sudden flick of his wrist, the direction of the sword tip immediately changed, and he stabbed at his throat. left eye.

The middle-aged mercenary was in a hurry after being attacked by him. He just raised the alloy dagger in his left hand, and it was less than one centimeter away from contacting the alloy sword. Seeing the tip of the sword change direction, his right hand immediately flew up, blocking the dagger. in front of the eyes.

"I will tell you my choice now." Yuan Qing suddenly retracted his arm by about ten centimeters, and charged forward again. The tip of the sword sank rapidly, stabbing into the mercenary's heart. At the same time, he shouted in a low voice: "You come and kill." It was a mistake on my part, I never wanted you to leave alive from the beginning!"

Uh-huh!

The alloy sword moved straight forward, less than three centimeters away from the middle-aged mercenary's heart!

"The third-level spiritual warrior cannot be so strong. No matter how fast you are, I am the fourth level, and you can't break through my torso defense!" The middle-aged mercenary's eyes were filled with anger. He gave up blocking the alloy sword and used two alloy daggers. At the same time, he took out his hand and shot into Yuan Qing's throat and vagina. This was a desperate attack. Yuan Qing forced out his anger and exchanged injuries for injuries!

Yuan Qing thrust his right hand forward, and at the same time released his palm, throwing the alloy sword out as if throwing a spear; then he raised his forearm to block the front of his body, his feet slammed on the ground, and his whole body was almost horizontal. stand up.

Whoosh! when!

Two completely different voices sounded at the same time. An alloy dagger almost grazed Yuan Qing's abdomen and shot away in the distance; another alloy dagger pierced Yuan Qing's right arm, pricking the surface of the skin. It sag downwards, compressing the surrounding blood, and appears white like blood loss.

At the same time, the Yuanqing alloy sword pierced the heart of the middle-aged mercenary until it reached the hilt. It penetrated his back with a cloud of blood, piercing the animal skin package behind his back, revealing a small piece of blood-stained flesh. The tip of the sword.

Under the powerful impact of the alloy dagger, Yuan Qing's body shook, he flipped violently, and landed firmly on the ground; while the middle-aged mercenary's body was carried back by the alloy sword, and he took more than ten steps back. , was nailed to the mountain wall behind.

"No wonder no one has been able to get your bounty. Your strength is really weird. Your sword skills are fast enough and your strength is ridiculous." A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the middle-aged mercenary's mouth, but he did not pull out the alloy sword on his chest. His body shook violently, and he left the mountain wall. His right hand slowly took out the animal bone pistol from his waist. He pointed the gun at Yuan Qing, put his finger on the trigger, and smiled sinisterly: "You didn't kill me instantly with this sword, now. I don’t have a sword in my hand, but I still have a gun! I forgot to tell you that my talent is a bit special, I am equally specialized in cold weapons and hot weapons!”

Yuan Qing glanced at the animal bone pistol in his hand, frowned slightly, and slowly grasped the handle of the alloy sword behind his back with his right hand.

The Emperor Wu Sword is indeed powerful, and can put this person at a complete disadvantage, but the strength of his fourth-level peak spiritual warrior is not just casual. His vitality is very strong. Even if the alloy sword pierces the heart, as long as he does not draw the sword immediately, he can still... Survive for a long time, and if you can take high-level recovery potions in time, you may even have a chance to survive.

And his animal bone pistol is inlaid with a fire-attributed animal crystal, which is obviously worth a lot of money. The evil bird phantom in it is lifelike. It is the third-level mutant beast "Iron-billed Fire Crow". After being activated by psychic energy, it is enough to display His complete strength!

"You must be scared." The middle-aged mercenary couldn't help coughing a few times, more blood came out of the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a trace of greed: "Cough, cough, Yuan Qing, according to the information released by the wanted order, your weapon is Sword, I didn’t expect swordsmanship to be so powerful. If my guess is correct, swordsmanship should be your cover, and swordsmanship is your biggest trump card, right? Hand over the swordsmanship secret book, and I..."

Having said this, the middle-aged mercenary's expression did not change at all, and he pulled the trigger of the pistol without warning.

Snapped!

After a soft sound, the animal crystal inlaid in the pistol suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, and a wave of fire with a diameter of more than three meters spurted out from the muzzle, mixed with the unique silvery white color of psionic energy. The shape resembled a crow, heading towards the Yuan Dynasty. Qing rushed towards him madly.

"I knew you would make a sneak attack!" Yuan Qing shouted, charging towards the psychic fire crow. He suddenly pulled out the alloy sword with his right hand, and then immediately released his palm. At the same time, his body tilted and rotated rapidly, switching to his left hand to grab the knife, and using his right arm to carry the psychic fire crow, using the impact force to accelerate the rotation of his body, the alloy sword was like a white light surrounding the body, and it struck the chest of the middle-aged mercenary. Passed by.

The Emperor Wu sword that has not been used for a long time, the fifth style, ride the wind and waves!

"This, this..." On the middle-aged mercenary's waist, an extremely neat wound was slowly opening. First, a bright red blood line slowly appeared, and then hot blood poured out like spring water. The breath of life passed quickly, and his eyes There was irreversible decline.

Yuan Qing flicked his arm to shake off the blood stained on the sword, and then put it back into the scabbard on his back. He reached out and slowly pulled out the alloy sword from his chest, and said in a cold voice: "I also forgot to tell you something. , I have just started to practice swordsmanship recently, and I am not very proficient in its application. For now, the sword is my trump card!"

The middle-aged man's lips wriggled a few times, and he made a vague and strange sound in his throat. He stretched out his right hand blankly, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end he couldn't catch anything. He fell down weakly, and his head shook slightly. By the way, his body was completely broken into two pieces, and he fell to the ground with a snap. The broken large intestine and sticky blood splashed all over the floor.

"Mercenaries live a life of licking blood with their swords. If you want to kill someone, you have to be willing to die. It is not an injustice if you are killed by me." Yuan Qing shook his head, took out the animal bone pistol from the mercenary's hand, and casually After playing with it for a while, he put it on his waist, then took off the animal skin package from his back and inspected it carefully.

Inside the package was a ball of tendons from an unknown mutated beast, with a lot of dried dark brown blood on the surface. The whole package was very tough, but it was a pity that it was cut off by the knife just now and could no longer be used.

Yuan Qing threw away the tendons and found a few bottles of medicine from his body. He stood there in silence for a while, then turned and walked towards Qingyuan Base.

Until Yuan Qing's figure disappeared deep into the dense forest, very high in the sky, a vague figure floated to the ground, wearing a Tang suit, with his white hair combed back, every hair was meticulous. It was the old man beside Jin Sha—— Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu took a few steps forward, looked at the corpse of the middle-aged mercenary, said nothing, and flew into the air again, heading straight back to Qingyuan Base.

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At about 5:30 in the afternoon, the villa on the rooftop of Jinsha Bathing City lit up with soft orange lights.

In the living room, Jin Sha was sitting on the sofa. After hearing the news brought back by Uncle Liu, she was surprised and happy: "Uncle Liu, is what you said true?!"

"Yes." Uncle Liu took a cup of hot tea and took a sip. He seemed to have something that he couldn't figure out. He frowned and said slowly: "I watched Yuan Qing fight the whole time. His swordsmanship is very strong... No, it should be called Swordsmanship. His swordsmanship is indomitable and he attacks the enemy without fail. He is very clever. His swordsmanship is also very strange. His body rotates and accelerates - I have never seen such swordsmanship. More importantly, I am very sure that Yuan Qing's The right arm has achieved psychic union, realizing the master’s martial arts philosophy!”

Jinsha reached out and touched the metal mask on her face. She seemed a little uncomfortable. She adjusted it slightly, coughed a few times to clear her throat, looked down at her smart watch, and said in a strange voice: "The teacher's wish for many years has finally come true. , such a big thing must be reported to the teacher, I think it is very likely that the teacher will directly accept Yuan Qing, wouldn't he be my senior brother from now on... No, it should be his junior brother."

"This matter is too big, and it is indeed necessary to tell the master." Uncle Liu put down the tea cup and said respectfully: "Gang leader, this is the master's long-cherished wish, and it is also Yuan Qing's great blessing. His swordsmanship talent, fighting consciousness, and mind are all in We are among the best young people in China, and I think he is definitely qualified to become the master’s disciple.”

Jinsha no longer hesitated, reached out and quickly operated her smart watch, dialed a very special twenty-eight-digit phone number, and waited silently for the communication to be established.