Chapter 1252

Although Xu Sheng's strength is true to break through the threshold of heaven, Qingchengzi has broken through this threshold for 20 years!

"He's going to kill me!" Xu Sheng's heart sank, but he was relieved immediately. Each of these people present wanted his own life.

He had taken two Huitian pills. Even if these people let him go, it would be difficult for him to survive again.

In that case, it's better to fight. As a martial artist, he also wants to see how many abilities Qingchengzi has.

"Huaxia sword saint, Qingchengzi, let me see how capable you are!" Xu Sheng stared at Qingchengzi road.

Then his body sank suddenly, "bang!" The ground burst with his footsteps, and the broken ground showed a Tai Chi pattern with a diameter of about 10 meters.

"People of taijimen, I didn't expect that there is such a powerful junior as you in taijimen!" Qingchengzi looked at Tai Chi on the ground and continued, "but against me, you are still too overestimated!"

Then he waved the sword, and the powerful sword momentum on the Qingyun sword fell down.

Xu Sheng knew he was going to die. He didn't dodge. He swung his arms round. There was a strong wind in the pattern of Tai Chi. The strength of yin and Yang was unprecedentedly strong.

"Go!" Xu Sheng gave a violent drink and the Tai Chi pattern greeted him!

"Is he counterattacking?"

Old Yin, Dongfang Hong and others who came later looked at Xu Sheng's moves and were surprised.

"Boom!" Qingchengzi's sword Qi and Tai Chi pattern hit each other, and a powerful air wave broke out.

At the moment of attack, the Tai Chi pattern did not explode, but was deadlocked with the sword Qi.

"What..." no one expected that Xu Sheng could resist Qingchengzi's sword. When he was just fighting, even Dongfang Hong and Feihong didn't dare to take his edge.

Qingchengzi looked at his attack being blocked, and his anger was stronger in his eyes. He roared, "break it for me!"

As he spoke, the sword intention in his body broke out to the extreme and fiercely waved and cut at Xu Sheng!

Xu Sheng had been holding his teeth. Under the strong attack of Qingchengzi, his feet fell into the ground.

"Ah!" His teeth were bleeding, his muscles were bulging, and the green tendons on his forehead burst. The whole person seemed to be under great pressure.

Under the competition of their strength, a violent vigorous wind was set off

Xu Sheng suddenly bit his teeth and roared, "get up!"

"Boom!" The Tai Chi diagram burst and shook him and Qingchengzi out at the same time.

Xu Sheng flew backwards for more than 20 meters before falling down on the ground, "poof!" He vomited blood in his mouth, and his whole body seemed to shrink a little. Obviously, the effect of Huitian pill was declining.

Although Qingchengzi was also shaken back, he stopped steadily in a standing posture, but his face was red and white. Under Xu Sheng's full counterattack, his internal organs also trembled.

He can't remember how many years he hasn't felt this way.

"Junior, you want to die!" The long sword in Qingchengzi's hand jerked forward, and the sharp sword left his hand and flew straight towards Xu Sheng's face door.

This sword wants to go straight through his head!

Xu Sheng wanted to dodge, but the sword was so fast that he couldn't escape. Instinctively, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it at the blade of Qingyun sword.

He was wearing ice silk gloves. The gloves had been cut by the sword Qi before, but at least they could be used. Otherwise, his fingers were cut off by the sharp sword Qi before he grasped the blade.

Although he grasped the blade, the power on the long sword pushed him out and hit the mountain wall again before he stopped.

And his hands never loosened the blade of Qingyun sword. Blood flowed from his hands and flowed down his arms.

"Go away!" Xu Sheng flung his arms and threw Qingyun sword aside.

"Bang Dang." With a sound, Qingyun sword fell to the ground, and the sword Qi on it had been completely offset by his internal Qi, so Qingchengzi couldn't control the sword with Qi for a while.

"Ha ha..." Xu Sheng felt that the efficacy in his body was declining. He also knew that he would not live long. The moment when the efficacy disappeared was the end of his life.

"What are you laughing at!" Dongfang Hong whispered to Xu Sheng.

"I laugh that I'm still too bad to subvert your dignified dragon group!" Xu Sheng angrily scolded.

"Fart!" Dongfang Hong shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand was sharp. When he was ready to start, old Yin stopped him.

"Xu Sheng, the dragon group treats you well, but what are you doing for?" Old Yin asked Xu Sheng in a deep voice.

This problem is not only Yin Lao, but also a question in everyone's mind. No one thought that Xu Shenghui was a traitor of the dragon group. He was rich and famous. No one could figure out the purpose of doing so.

"Yin, it's all because of you!" Xu Sheng roared.

"Me?" Yin Lao was also a fog. He didn't expect that the source of all this was because of himself.

"Pretend to be garlic, don't you? Do you know this?" Xu Sheng took out a cloth bag from his pants pocket. When the bag was opened, a jade hairpin appeared in his hand.

"This is..." when old Yin saw the jade hairpin, he was surprised and widened his eyes.

"You remember this time!" Xu Sheng said coldly

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Seventy years ago, there was an ancient lane in Yanjing.

The buildings here are old-fashioned buildings. There is a troupe in the depths of the ancient lane.

One minute on the stage and ten years off the stage, especially in the Peking Opera Troupe, every famous actor practices martial arts from an early age, three or nine times in winter and three or five times in summer, and gets up before dawn to practice his voice... In the troupe, children from poor families learn martial arts, and most of them are sold to the troupe.

If you do something wrong or do it badly, you will be beaten and scolded, even harder than practicing martial arts.

In the winter of this year, the sound of babbling came from the troupe just before dawn.

"Creak." With a sound, the wooden door of the troupe opened, and a little girl dressed in a cotton padded jacket and pigtails, her face red with cold, and only eight or nine years old came out.

With a wooden food box in her hand, she ran happily in the ancient lane.

"Ah!" The little girl had just run a few steps when she tripped and her food box fell to the ground.

The food box contains several freshly steamed heads, steaming in the cold winter morning.

"It hurts." The little girl patted the soil on her body and looked at her feet. She wanted to see what tripped her.

It was a ragged little beggar about ten years old.

In this cold winter, the little beggar was only wearing thin clothes and no shoes. He fell to the ground and didn't move. He didn't know whether he was frozen to death