Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

The Anhe trio hurriedly dodged, and after a series of crackling explosions, although they were not injured, all of them were dressed in tatters and their faces were darkened, looking very African.

"Ahem. He actually put chili peppers in the pilizi."

"I, Su Hongxi, have killed so many people. I have never seen such a despicable one. If that kid falls into my hands again, I will definitely let him live or die!"

The woman in red coughed non-stop, with a distraught look on her face.

The man with the huge sword on his back also snorted coldly: "I thought he was an upright swordsman because of his honest face."

"I didn't expect to be so treacherous, no different from those hypocrites in the decent sect!"

"Ah Choe, Ah Choo!" Lei Wujie said angrily while running away.

"It must be the three weaklings Su Changli, Su Ziyi, and Su Hongxi who are cursing me again."

"Little Jie, can you recognize their identities so quickly?" Sikong Qianluo asked curiously.

Lei Wujie nodded: "I read a lot of Mu Nanda's books, so I can recognize them naturally."

The two ran to a forest, and were temporarily relieved to see that those people did not catch up.

At this time, a young man in black came out of the jungle with a kind smile.

"Xiaojie, Qianluo, have you also time-traveled?"

"You are Boss Jing?" Sikong Qianluo put down the Silver Moon Spear with an expression of disbelief.

Boss Jing was the owner of a supermarket near the orphanage in his previous life. Because he often bought things there, he had a good relationship with them.

"I still have an identity, named Wudang Sword Master Jing Baiming." The man in black smiled innocently.

"Then your cultivation?" Sikong Qianluo asked curiously.

"It's just the Happy Heaven Realm." Jing Baiming smiled brightly.

The realm of martial arts in this world is determined by Ji Ruofeng, the master of Baixiaotang. The martial arts in the world are divided into nine ranks.

The first realm, Vajra and Mortal Realm, when it is practiced, does not take the six dusts and ten thousand dharmas, and is invincible.

The second state is the state of freedom, if the mind is at ease, the earth is invincible.

The third realm, Xiaoyao Tianjing, uses the way of heaven as force, and everything echoes with every knife and sword.

The fourth realm, the Immortal Traveling Profound Realm, is only in the legend, one can sit quietly and close one's eyes, but one's mind can travel thousands of miles away.

Lei Wujie couldn't help sighing that all his old friends had become Heavenly Realm Sword Masters.

"Boss Jing, you're doing really well, aren't you?"

Sikong Qianluo smiled disdainfully:

"If you want me to say, as long as you are a time traveler, you can get along well, anyway, it's like this in novels."

"That's not necessarily true." Jing Baiming shook his finger in front of them.

As soon as the words were finished, a beggar in ragged clothes stupidly repeated a sentence, and walked slowly past them.

"I am the best player in the world, I am already invincible, haha, I am the world."

"Don't tell me, this guy is also time-traveling?" Lei Wujie's expression was exaggerated.

Jing Baiming nodded: "In this world, you must not have a sense of superiority as a time traveler, otherwise that person just now will be a negative example."

"If you want to become strong, you have to rely on your own efforts."

"So you are here!" Su Changli and the three of them quickly changed their clothes and rushed here on a fine horse.

Lei Wujie planted the Killing Sword on the ground, with the masters of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm around, there was no need to be afraid at all.

"You three weak chickens, you were beaten so helplessly by me just now, how dare you come and chase us?"

"Bah!" Su Hongxi's face turned cold, she raised her jade hand, and saw several red lights shooting towards Lei Wujie.

Jing Baiming quickly came to Lei Wujie, two fingers easily caught the few little red flowers.

"Six Leaf Flying Flowers! Are you Dark River?"

"That's right, they are called Su Changli, Su Ziyi, and Su Hongxi." Lei Wujie revealed the identities of the three without hesitation.

"Su Changli!" Jing Baiming's eyes burst into murderous intent, and a strange sword appeared in his hand.

The whole body of the sword was as black as ink, without edge or edge, and as flat as a foot.

"You killed my Wudang nephew Wang Xuchen back then, and you should avenge it today!"

"Just rely on your black ruler without a blade?" Su Changli clasped the sword in both hands with a look of disbelief.

Lei Wujie shook his head slightly, Su Changli's sword was modeled after the Nujian Xianyan Zhantian's Pojun, which shows that he still cares too much about the sword itself.

Sighing: "Su Chang still has a long way to go before becoming a real swordsman."

"No." Jing Baiming shook his finger again, "His journey of swordsmanship is over today."

"Kill!" Su Changli didn't talk nonsense, he raised his giant sword and set off a gust of wind.

Jing Baiming stayed where he was, and slowly raised the black sword in his hand, pointing at Su Changli, his figure suddenly moved slightly, and the light of the sword shone, changing extremely.

Eighteen sword lights were seen, shooting at Su Changli from their own strange angles.

"How is it possible?" Su Changli's face changed drastically, his murderous aura dissipated, he dodged and blocked with his giant sword, but he was still bruised.

"You are not Wudang's martial arts!"

Su Changli looked unwilling, and glared at Jing Baiming angrily. He had fought against Wang Xuchen, and he knew that Wudang's martial arts were more focused on strength and defense, rather than this kind of fast, accurate, and ruthless storm. general attack.

"Senior Brother Sect Master didn't tell me that you must use Wudang martial arts to kill you." Jing Baiming sneered.

Then he added: "This is my ancestor Tianming's swordsmanship, the eighteen swords that shock the sky!"

Lei Wujie heard a black line, why did the moves of "Qin Shi Mingyue" come out.

Suddenly he rolled his eyes and asked, "Boss Jing, you are Jing Tianming's descendant, so isn't your sword?"

"It's like a sword but not an attack, and the ink eyebrow has no front!" Jing Baiming nodded with a smile.

Then he asked: "How much have you learned from the swordsmanship just now?"

"You move too fast, I'll be damned if I can see clearly!" Lei Wujie snorted dissatisfied.

Seeing them talking and laughing, Su Changli couldn't contain his anger as if they treated him like trash.

"Come again!" So he swung the huge sword again and slashed at Jing Baiming.

Jing Baiming completely ignored it, and looked sideways at Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie with a smile.

"Look well, study hard!"

On the other side, Su Hongxi saw that Su Changli was not Jing Baiming's opponent, a few red flowers appeared in his hand, but the attack direction was changed to Sikong Qianluo.

"Good time!" Jing Baiming still stood on the spot calmly, his left hand began to form seals, and the surrounding branches and dead leaves formed a storm around him, firstly sweeping away Su Hongxi's six-leaf flying flowers.

With a further wave, all the leaves of the trees burst out, each with a sharp edge, sweeping towards Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi.

With his right hand, he used the eighteenth sword again, knocking Su Changli's giant sword into the air.

"How is it possible, he actually knows sorcery!" Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they dodged hastily.

"This is the Wanye Feihualiu of the Yinyang family!" Sikong Qianluo exclaimed, with a look of admiration on his face.

Lei Wujie wasn't idle either, he jumped to snatch Su Changli's giant sword, and looked at it carefully.

"Although this giant sword Tengkong is an imitation sword, it can be sold for a lot of money. The travel expenses of my sister and I have been settled!"

As soon as the words fell, Jing Baiming just hit Su Changli and flew straight towards Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie subconsciously held the huge sword horizontally in front of him, but with a huge impact, Su Changli's neck just hit the blade, and his body and head were separated immediately.

"Fuck him!" Lei Wujie, who was covered in blood, subconsciously kicked Su Changli's remnant away, and couldn't help but swear.