Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

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Huangshan Sword Sect's eldest disciple, Liu Qingyu, was traveling on the mountain with his two junior brothers.

Speaking of junior brothers, one was actually a junior sister, but because she had a flat chest since childhood and it was more convenient to disguise herself as a man while traveling the martial world, she had become known as "junior brother" over time.

According to Liu Qingyu's deduction, the gathering place of the White Socks was likely to be in a mountain city that had not been flooded.

Compared to Duan Yun, who was quite unfamiliar with this area, the three of them were much more familiar.

And in this area, there were not many such towns, Linshan City being one of them.

The three went straight towards the city gate when, suddenly, Liu Qingyu stopped and looked at the woods to the right.

In the woods, there were some men and women.

They huddled in the mountains, some making fires, some sleeping.

Seeing their attire, Liu Qingyu wondered, "Disaster victims?"

So he waved his hand, took his two junior brothers over, and planned to ask about the situation.

The moment they entered the woods, the daylight suddenly dimmed a lot.

Liu Qingyu found that there were far more disaster victims in the woods than he had imagined.

Deep in the woods, figures stirred, at least several hundred people.

"Why don't you go into the city?"

Liu Qingyu asked a woman next to him.

"Are you talking nonsense? If there was room in the city, would I be here breastfeeding!"

The woman was holding a baby and breastfeeding, feeling that this person had no discernment, and couldn't help but curse.

But then, she suddenly noticed that this person had a sword in his hand, and her tone suddenly changed, saying gently, "In response, hero, there are too many people in the city, there's no room for us."

In fact, ever since Old Devil Duan started playing the young hero, "hero" and "young hero" had almost become curse words in Yunzhou and Yuzhou.

However, these common people were not people of the martial world after all, and they didn't understand this.

Liu Qingyu considered himself to have a high level of self-cultivation and ultimately did not kill the breastfeeding woman and the baby in her arms because of this.

Yes, today's main target was still Old Devil Duan.

After the woman answered, she walked back tremblingly, saying a few words to someone along the way.

Liu Qingyu thought, "The city is full?"

After the flood, disaster victims would flood into relatively safe towns, so it was understandable that Linshan City would have more people.

But did it look like it was overcrowded?

He looked towards the city gate and saw that the not-so-large city gate was ajar, with no one going in or out.

"There must be something strange in this city! White Socks and Old Devil Duan may be among them," Liu Qingyu reminded his two junior brothers.

As the eldest disciple, he had always been the most intelligent of the Huangshan Six Swords.

At this time, the two junior brothers leaned closer to him and said, "Senior brother, there's something strange."

Only then did Liu Qingyu realize that the disaster victims in the forest were gradually surrounding them, forming an encirclement.

"A robbery?"

This was the first impression in their minds.

It often happened that disaster victims would violently injure people and rob them.

But if they targeted them, they had purely targeted the wrong people!

Or rather, targeted the right people!

Liu Qingyu remembered that it had been three years since they had last happily used ordinary living people as sword targets.

Back then, their senior brothers and sisters had only slaughtered a village of two hundred and fifty-six people, and their swordsmanship had improved, but they had been severely punished by their master!

That old geezer!

If it weren't for his beloved junior sister Chen Ying and his charming mistress, Liu Qingyu would probably have held a grudge.

Now that so many people had suddenly come for him to slaughter, how could he not be excited?

"Third junior brother, fifth junior brother, do you know what to do?"

Last time, the three of them had practiced together.

They practiced the Huangshan Sword Sect's "Three Talents Sword Formation", in fact, the full name of this sword formation was "Three Talents Slaughter Sword Formation", which was particularly enjoyable and exhilarating when killing people.

At this time, the three also discovered that there were people with a foundation among this group of disaster victims.

But so what?

No matter how many of these things came, it would be like chopping melons and vegetables!

Buzz!

The swords in the three men's hands were unsheathed, but the moment they were unsheathed, the disaster victims in front suddenly launched a preemptive attack.

No weapons, only hands, ordinary-looking fingers.

But the moment these fingers were struck out together, the faces of the Huangshan Sword Sect's three changed.

There was an extremely terrifying hidden weapon in the martial world called the "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle", which was said to "draw blood upon release, return empty is ominous, urgent in the extreme, the king of hidden weapons."

For a time, apart from the Tang Sect's treasure "Skyfire Thirty-Six Consecutive", which was not circulated outside, it was indeed the king of hidden weapons, and many famous masters in the martial world died under this hidden weapon.

It was said that this hidden weapon was forged by a mysterious eccentric craftsman, and when the "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle" was completed, the mysterious eccentric craftsman also died on the spot.

Some said that the eccentric craftsman was already very reluctant when making this king of hidden weapons, exhausting all his energy, and naturally died of mental exhaustion, while others said that the birth of this hidden weapon was ominous, directly devouring the life of its creator.

The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle could fire a total of fourteen times, and within five years, ten famous masters died under the Rainstorm Pear Blossom.

After that, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle disappeared.

Some said that a benevolent hero thought it was ominous and harmed the martial world, so he destroyed it; others said that the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle could only be fired ten times, and since the eccentric craftsman was dead, no one in the world could replicate and repair this king of hidden weapons, so it naturally disappeared; of course, more people believed that it had fallen into the hands of someone with a more sinister mind, waiting for the right opportunity to take people's lives again.

The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was ominous, mysterious, and there were bystanders who had personally witnessed it kill people, describing its appearance as a fleeting moment of beauty in the world, unavoidable.

And the fingers struck out in front of them gave the Huangshan Three Swords a similar feeling.

Liu Qingyu was the one with the highest cultivation and the fastest reaction among them. He did not hold back at all, and his true energy surged.

The cultivation of the Tongyou realm made his true energy as pure as water, and he used his most skilled killing move—"Huangshan Peak Turns!"

The ethereal sword intent leaked out from the sword body, suddenly turning around and becoming extremely heavy, like a mountain.

The disaster victims in front were directly shocked to death, dying suddenly.

But strangely, even if someone's heart meridian had been broken by the sword energy, and the whole person had died suddenly, their fingers were still attacking sharply.

It was as if their whole life, from birth to death, was only for striking out this finger.

The sword energy hummed, becoming doubly heavy like an abyss, and this time, many "dead people's" fingers were shattered.

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But even so, there were still fingers that slipped through the net.

Clang clang clang!

The fingers collided with Liu Qingyu's Qingya Sword, bringing up a crisp sound.

Liu Qingyu retreated five steps, but at least he defended the vital points.

But at this moment, a scream rang out.

"Third junior brother!"

The third junior brother, whose cultivation was weaker than his, had been hit by seven or eight fingers, and instantly vomited blood and fell to the ground, unable to climb up again.

On the other hand, the weakest seventh junior brother among them, that is, the seventh junior sister, although injured, managed to block it with difficulty.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Qingyu relied on his powerful true energy and sword moves to shock and kill more than thirty people, but he didn't even have time to catch his breath, and another round of strange fingers struck again.

This group of "disaster victims" were simply fearless, stepping on the corpses of their companions and attacking again!

Liu Qingyu was in some pain and could only grit his teeth and resist.

He deliberately retreated, wanting to form a mutual defense with the seventh junior brother, but a shrill scream rang out.

Last time, the seventh junior brother blocked more than thirty fingers alone, but this time, he didn't even block ten.

It wasn't because he was injured, but because this time, they were all toes wearing white socks!

These toes looked no different from the previous fingers, but their suppression of her was multiplied.

Two of the toes directly inserted into her left and right nostrils!

So the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, and nosebleeds splattered like a sudden rain.

The White Socks retracted their feet, and one of them smiled and said, "I said long ago that this is a sissy."

"But it's too small," another complained.

As a woman disguised as a man, Huangshan Seventh blocked "what men can't see", but couldn't do much about "what women can't see".

On the other side, Liu Qingyu, the only seedling of the Huangshan Sword Sect, was considered strong to have seen two rounds of "what men can't see" and not fall.

Unfortunately, after the third round, he had already fallen to the ground with white foam at the mouth, and his body was still twitching constantly.

The Huangshan Three Swords had been taken away, and the corpses of the dead White Socks had been cleaned up.

This group of "disaster victims" were again cooking rice, talking, and dozing off in the woods, looking no different from before.

And on a tall tree at a high place, the one-eyed Azure Dragon monk looked at this scene, sweating on his forehead and said, "Master, this White Socks Cult is too evil."

The weakest of the Huangshan Three Swords were at the peak of the Qi Sea realm, about to reach Tongyou.

There was a saying in the Yuzhou martial world that the Huangshan three-man formation could kill a demon sect master, and the six-man formation could leave no one alive.

This also represented the power of the Huangshan Sword Sect's sword formation, which was also the reason why the Huangshan Six Swords were extremely domineering and famous.

But this time, they were defeated by a group of White Socks who looked like henchmen.

The Iron Water Temple's chief sat there, nodding and said, "This finger technique and toe technique that can win the weak over the strong are indeed unique in the world. The Huangshan Three Swords were broken one by one before they even had time to set up the sword formation, which is really a pity."

The one-eyed Azure Dragon monk said; "Then Master, after learning this lesson, you should be fine, right."

"What problem?"

"To save these White Socks."

"Who said the old monk was going to save them?"

"Didn't you say that you were going to save the White Socks and Old Devil Duan together this time?"

The old monk sighed and said, "The Buddha is one foot tall, and the devil is ten feet tall. The old monk can save this group of White Socks outside the city, but what about the ones inside the city? What about the people who control the White Socks behind them?"

"This is called two fists are hard to beat countless hands. Look at how Old Devil Duan knows how to assess the situation. He said he was the first to come to the upper reaches, but he hasn't shown up yet. If there's a chance, the old monk should still go and save this shameless and cowardly demon!"

The one-eyed Azure Dragon monk looked at his master and was speechless for a moment.

If you're afraid, just say so, why say so much?

At this time, he suddenly said, "Someone else is coming!"

I saw on the hillside, a group of white-clothed women with swords, looking chaste, with regular periods, and ethereal, were heading towards Linshan City!

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