Chapter 22: Killing Why Need a Second Sword

The northwest wind whistled past.

The wild grass kept rising and falling, swaying with the wind.

Long Ying rode a pure white horse. The horse had no miscellaneous colors and galloped like the wind, extremely handsome.

In order to take the first step and rescue the three people escorting the military pay, Long Ying whipped his horse continuously, whipping his beloved horse.

If it were in the past, let alone whipping, even if it ran for a while longer, Long Ying would feel distressed.

Do not underestimate the attraction of a precious horse to a man.

It's just that there are priorities, and now saving his life is the priority, and the beloved object is secondary.

But rushing to the battlefield all the way, and seeing the target from afar, Long Ying knew in his heart that this time he was reckless.

Dou Changsheng's sword killing the black-robed thin martial artist, Long Ying happened to see it just right. This sword was aggressive, the sword light was one foot long, and the power was also a very powerful attack among Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artists.

Dou Changsheng had this strength. Playing tricks and using routines that day was undoubtedly very correct.

There was no benefit, and fighting to the death with such a descendant of a big clan was really too lossy.

And at this moment, Long Ying felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Why did he gallop and come so fast?

As long as he was a little late, everything would be settled, and this would have nothing to do with him.

Although Long Ying regretted it in his heart, he didn't show it on the surface. He raised the horse whip in his hand high again and whipped the horse's butt fiercely. The horse felt pain and the speed of galloping increased again.

Fighting to the death with Dou Changsheng was really not worth it.

The most important thing was the military pay. Getting the military pay and leaving with the horse was enough.

A fast horse, galloping like lightning.

This momentum was not small, and the dust raised could be seen from afar.

Dou Changsheng also noticed the reinforcements. When he saw it was Long Ying, Dou Changsheng felt relieved in his heart.

Long Ying was a Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artist with Five Qi Converging at the Origin, but he knew his background. Although he had only seen him not long ago, he was no longer the Wu Xia A Meng of the past.

Dou Changsheng felt relieved, and the purple-robed man also felt relieved.

He shouted with joy: "It's Long Ying, my lord, who is here."

"Long Ying, my lord, has already completed the Five Qi Converging at the Origin and is a Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing martial artist."

"And Long Ying, my lord, has arrived. This is just a beginning, and the reinforcements will follow one after another."

"If I were you, I would immediately give up seizing the military pay and turn around and leave immediately. This way I can still save my life, otherwise I will definitely die miserably under the long whip of Long Ying, my lord, with my head separated from my body and my corpse not intact."

The purple-robed man held the wide sword with both hands and did not take the initiative to go up. Instead, he started running toward the middle-aged man in blue. At this time, there was no need to cover the rear. As long as he delayed time, he could kill these people with the power of Long Ying, my lord.

Even if this youth was very strong, Long Ying, my lord, could drag him down.

This place was not far from Chen Family Fort, and their reinforcements were countless. The enemy's final result was only one: death!

Dou Changsheng looked at Long Ying. The horse was fast, and now it had rushed from the horizon to a distance of more than a hundred meters. This distance could be reached in an instant. This forced Dou Changsheng to temporarily give up the purple-robed man and rush directly toward the middle-aged man in blue.

He had to do this. Killing them was just a side branch; military pay was the most important.

Dou Changsheng rushed to Zhao Manren's side, and the distant Long Ying had already arrived nearby, a distance of about ten meters. The white horse continued to sprint, and this distance could be reached in an instant.

Long Ying had already swung the long whip, like a python, twisting its snake body in mid-air, spitting out a scarlet snake letter.

Tearing the air, it made a sound of breaking through the air. The sharp sound was like the snake spitting its letter every time, making the eardrum painful and the whole body uncomfortable.

The seven-inch place of the long whip is its weak place, which can be broken with one blow, and you can easily kill the other party.

This sentence arose in his mind, and at the same time, Dou Changsheng also knew that the whip technique used by this martial artist was related to snakes. The seven-inch place is the vital part of the snake, which is the heart part.

And this also became the flaw of the other party's whip technique. As long as one strike was successful, the other party's whip technique could be broken.

This long whip crossed the sky, deriving infinite Primordial true qi. Strands of Primordial true qi were like scales, densely covered on the long whip, increasing the power of the long whip, and at the same time, it was also a kind of protection.

The long whip was like a python, twisting continuously, flickering. It was very difficult to stab the seven-inch place.

But Dou Changsheng could.

The reason is very simple. This sword is eight swords.

Dou Changsheng slashed out with the Hero Sword in his hand, the sword qi like a rainbow, arrogant.

The sword qi suddenly began to split into two, and finally two became four, four became eight.

Infinite Sword Scripture, fourth style, Sword Eight!

This martial art, the Infinite Sword Scripture, is a Primordial Xiantian Zhenjing sword technique, and the moves are also simple.

The Shogunate knew that Dou Changsheng's time was limited, so they specially taught such simple sword techniques. As long as the foundation is solid, you can get started quickly.

Infinite Sword Scripture, first style, Sword One.

Second style, Sword Two.

Third style, Sword Four.

The next move is the multiple of the previous move.

The sword technique starts simply, but the later sword moves are getting harder and harder. Four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen, sixteen becomes thirty-two. It seems that it just doubles, but the sword qi derived from one sword is getting more and more terrifying.

Finally, the sword qi reaches three digits, and one sword is slashed, like hundreds of swords, which can be called terrifying.

The Infinite Sword Scripture is simple to cultivate, but it is very difficult to reach great success.

Nine swords are not the limit. It is rumored that there are the tenth sword and the eleventh sword.

Dou Changsheng only flipped through the Infinite Sword Scripture several times, and after initial cultivation, he had already learned the fourth style, Sword Eight.

One sword qi after another attacked the seven-inch place directly. The long whip twisted continuously and changed positions, but its changes were far less than the eight sword qi.

Finally, it was hit by a refined sword qi. The sword qi destroyed the rotten, instantly breaking the Primordial true qi.

Using Primordial internal qi to cross a level and break the Primordial true qi protection is so incredible, but it is also very normal, because Dou Changsheng has a Hero Sword in his hand, which is a sharp weapon.

Less consumption, greater power, this is one aspect of the characteristic, the most important thing is that the Hero Sword is sharp enough.

Even Primordial internal qi possesses the sharp characteristic of the Hero Sword.

After hitting the seven inches, the fierce long whip instantly softened, as if it had lost all its strength, and Dou Changsheng took this opportunity to slash another sword forward.

Fearless Sword Art.

This sword was brilliant and peerless, and the sword qi spanned one foot two.

It crossed a distance of several meters, and after the sword qi passed, Long Ying's head had already flown high.

The headless corpse instinctively waved the long whip, and finally the blood erupted, scattering in all directions. The white horse without any miscellaneous colors was stained red on half of its body, bloody, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.

The middle-aged man in blue's joy stopped abruptly, his smile stiff. Long Ying, my lord, was killed by such a simple sword?

Finally, he said despairingly and shrilly: "How."

"How can it be so strong!" ===== CHAPTER 23 =====