Chapter 942

In front of the sword stove, a person's figure stands proudly, like a desolate ancient sword. The two eyebrows are raised high, full of sword meaning.

Seven kill!

This man is the disciple of sword God. He had a hand with Tang Zheng and others in Changbai Mountain.

Tang Zheng, with a slight look, stared at him directly.

Compared with the past, the momentum of seven kills is quite different, and the skill is obviously improved a lot.

He has a fresh memory of the rising sun and Dongsheng sword technique of the seven kills, so he doesn't underestimate each other, but so many of his masters are not afraid of him.

"Tang Zheng, it's really you!" Seven kill's tone is full of infinite murderous spirit, "you killed my master, this time I want you to pay for your blood debt."

"Seven kills, are you the only one? Song Yu, isn't he the principal of the sword pavilion? " Tang Zheng asked curiously.

Seven kill indifferently said: "nonsense so much, first passed my this level to say."

"Well, I'll try your hand." Tang Zheng strides forward, but is first boarded by Wu jiezu.

"I will!" Wu said, "after the village, there is no such shop."

The meaning of this is intriguing.

The sword God will disappear from now on, so she competes with the seven kills.

For her, seven kills is a good opponent, which can sharpen her Kung Fu.

Since her cultivation of Huoming divine palm, her accomplishments have greatly increased. Now she has reached the limit of the innate martial arts - the nine grades of nature, which is only one step away from the realm of the grand master.

This speed of cultivation is unimaginable to her before.

She used to fantasize that if she was in her thirties and reached the level of master, it would be very powerful.

But now she is only in her twenties. She is even more powerful than her Shifu and Shiniang.

She knew who the greatest credit should be.

Seven kill understood the deep meaning of the martial words, and the more furious he became, he said: "Wu, you are in collusion with these practitioners. I will take your life first, and sacrifice the spirit of the master in heaven."

Shua!

The sword in his hand shakes off, and the rising sun spreads its sword technique. The light at the tip of the sword is as bright as the sun, rising slowly from the sword, as if a red sun rising from the sea level.

The two palms of martial arts are interlaced. The cold and hot attributes alternate in the palm.

Now, she has a deeper understanding of the Huo Ming divine palm, and also understands the extraordinary of this set of skills.

Huoming divine palm was very domineering at the beginning of her cultivation, which was very similar to the flame Sabre she used to cultivate.

But later, she gradually found that the extremes of things are bound to turn against each other. When the red flame like internal strength reached the extreme, it even produced a very cold internal strength.

Fire makes cold, and extremes turn.

This made her feel the mystery of the palm technique.

It is precisely because of this transformation that her skill has been developing rapidly and her body has reached a wonderful state of Yin-Yang harmony.

At this moment, when she applies this set of palm techniques, the palm turns cold and hot, and finally the left hand is cold, the right hand is hot, one is cold and one is hot, and the ice and fire are hot.

If other people have been suffering for a long time, but she will not, two internal forces in the body quietly run freely.

Seven kill also saw that this set of palm technique was extraordinary. He still roared and stabbed with his sword.

That round of tomorrow's sword light suddenly exploded, turning into a stream of small sword Qi, like a shotgun, and countless sword Qi, like a marbles, cut into the force.

Without saying a word, Wu pushed forward with both hands. The wind of cold and heat swept forward like a huge wave.

Bang Bang Bang

A series of explosions, palm wind and sword Qi.

At the same time, they rushed to each other. In an instant, in front of the sword stove, they were like butterflies dancing, rising and falling, and fighting happily.

Although there is no weapon in martial arts, one hand does not lose the weapon, especially the Huoming God palm, which is alternately cold and hot. The fierce and cold palm wind sweeps at each other, causing tremendous damage.

Bang!

A tree was snapped in two by the palm of his hand, and the fracture gradually became cold, even in this summer.

Seven kill just saw this scene, pupil suddenly a shrink, heart awe inspiring, hurriedly a sword cut.

Poof!

The sword is blazing.

His rising sun sword technique is also a very masculine sword technique, so even the surging sword Qi also shows masculinity, which makes people have a flame like fervor.

The air shakes and is chopped to both sides by the sword Qi. Then, the rainbow runs through the sun, and the sword goes straight into the head of Wu.

Wu murmured, his hands lifted up and caught the sword.

The surging sword spirit immediately tried to hurt her hands. However, his palms gave out two internal forces of cold and heat, which resisted the sword Qi.

In addition, the sword has undergone dramatic changes. One side seems to be burned by the fire, which turns red. The other side seems to be in the ice, which turns snow white.In addition, the cold and hot forces spread upward, and soon reached the hilt.

The whole body of the sword turned red and white on one side, presenting a strange scene.

Seven kill stare round pupil, look at this scene strangely, unwilling to roar up, urge inner strength, try to resist.

However -

CLICK!

With a crisp sound, the inch of the long sword broke, and it became fragments and fell on the ground.

"Here..."

Seeing his sword destroyed, seven kill was heartbroken and furious, but he could do nothing.

Wu Xinnian moves. He pushes his palms forward, bangs his palms and slaps them on the chest of Qi Sha.

Whoosh!

The seven kills fell into the sword furnace, leaving only a long section of blood in the air.

Wu takes advantage of the victory and pursues. His body shape flashes into the sword furnace.

The sword stove is very simple. It is a small pavilion built of thatch, surrounded by simple wooden walls.

The seven kill smashed the wooden door and disappeared into the dark sword furnace, while wuzhui also disappeared in the dark.

All of a sudden, Tang Zheng raised a sense of alarm and shouted, "don't chase in."

As soon as his figure flashed, he ran after him, but as soon as he got to the door, a figure flew backward.

His eyes were sharp and he caught them, but Wu fell into his arms.

"There is danger in the sword furnace," Wu said, panting and pale

Tang Zheng was relieved to see that she was not in any way. He comforted her and said, "you step back first. I'll meet him for a while."

Wu was angry. His strength was clearly higher than that of the seven kills. But after he broke into the sword furnace, he somehow took a hit and was chased out in embarrassment.

"Be careful." Wu bited his teeth and told.

Tang Zheng nodded softly and walked into the sword furnace. When he crossed the threshold, a fiery wave came.

At a glance, he found a huge furnace in the middle of the sword furnace. It was filled with hot hot hot molten iron with bubbles. Next to it was a sword that had not been forged. It was red and hot.

Seven killers stood in front of the stove, staring at Tang Zheng directly, with blood on their lips, and their looks were listless, but their brows were crazy and ferocious.

"Tang Zheng, you killed my master. I'm not good at learning. I can't revenge for him, but I'll never give up." "Seven kill" is sonorous and forceful.

Tang Zheng snorted coldly and asked, "seven kills, you are turning black and white. If the sword God had not come to kill me, would he have died in our hands? Are we going to kill at the neck? "

The seven killers were speechless and said for a long time, "I don't care. Anyway, master died in your hands."

Tang Zheng shakes his head, does not argue with him about this question, and says: "I just want to ask you a question. What about the others in the sword Pavilion, and Song Yu?"

There are hundreds of swordsmen in the sword Pavilion, but they meet too few swordsmen all the way, and there are no other swordsmen on the sword, so he is very curious.

Seven kill ferociously said: "Song Yu is as ambitious as you are, and timid. I heard that you attacked, but you abandoned the sword Pavilion and took people away! Master has knowledge under the spring. He will be ashamed and regret passing the sword Pavilion on to him. "

Seven kill not only angry unwilling, but also sad, and his chest printed with two handprints, one red and one white, one fire and one cold, even more desolate.

"Escaped?" Tang Zheng's eyebrows are so cunning that Song Yu's foot is really first-class.

When I was in the capital, I ran away. Now I must have heard the fighting outside, so I took a group of swordsmen to escape without hesitation.

"Those cowards deserve to die. They have betrayed the sword Pavilion and are not worthy of being a sword Pavilion because they believe in Song Yu's demagogue." Seven kill angrily accuses a way.

Tang Zheng nods in secret. Song Yu is a big family after all. He is eloquent and has too many demagogues. Of course, he is not the only one who knows martial arts.

In the sword Pavilion, although the qualification of the seven killers is higher than that of Song Yu, they can't catch up with Song Yu in terms of these small hands.

This result is not out of Tang Zheng's expectation.

Only the cooked duck flies, which makes Tang Zheng upset. He asks, "where will they escape?"

"Don't say I don't know, even if I do, I will never tell you." Seven kill ferociously said.

Tang Zheng shakes his head secretly, knowing that he can't find much useful information at last.

"Seven kills, you are clearly not the opponent of Wu, but just now you forced her back and hurt her, your means are not finished yet? This time I'll see for myself what you can do, because you won't have this chance in the future. "

Tang Zheng has the courage to say this sentence. Seven kills didn't retort, but their eyes changed.

Finally, he firmly locked in Tang Zheng, became determined and resolute, and said, "I will die with you."

Boom!

With a loud noise, he overthrew the stove beside him. The hot hot molten iron gushed out of the stove and splashed everywhere. The sword stove caught fire immediately.In the same way, seven kill grabbed a unfinished long sword in the stove. The sword was red, and his palm rang with a burning smell.

However, he didn't realize it. Instead, he rushed to Tang Zheng with a red face, and the red sword in his hand lit up.

As if it were a round of hot sun, it was radiant with all the light and heat.

Tang Zheng subconsciously wants to quit the sword furnace. However, there is a fire all around. The molten iron, like a flaming snake, meanders from the ground towards him.