This Sanyang Grass can also be brought back to the Sword Sect in exchange for ten contribution points. "
Uproot the Sanyang grass and put it in a fragrant wood box. Then use a dagger to cut into the black-backed bear's wound, take out the bear's bile and clean it, then put it in another fragrant wood box.
Bear bile can be used as medicine, especially the bile of the mid-level ferocious beast, the black-backed bear, which has better medicinal effects and can also be exchanged for some contribution points.
"It's a pity that the black-backed bear is a treasure, but I was not prepared enough, so I could only take away the bear bile, and forget about the rest..." Chu Mu secretly regretted it. He put the two fragrant wood boxes into the baggage, put the bulging baggage on his back, picked up the sword, turned around and strode away, leaving only the corpses on the ground, the black-backed bear and the four swordsmen...
"stop!"
Suddenly, a sharp shout came from the side. He turned around and saw a young swordsman wearing a blue gown leaping over a large stone.
This young swordsman has hair like spiky hedgehogs.
"What's your name?" The young swordsman with the hedgehog head quickly rushed to a few meters in front of Chu Mu. A pair of gloomy and sharp eyes, like an eagle staring at its prey, landed on Chu Mu's face and shouted in a low voice. , the tone was very strong.
"Is something wrong?" Chu Mu just responded lightly. He could tell that this guy was an inner disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. Because this style of cyan gown is the symbol of the inner disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and the sword in his hand also has the symbol of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.
"You are Chu Mu!" The hedgehog's eyes were focused, and he spoke forcefully every word, his tone becoming more and more gloomy and cold. There was even a hint of viciousness in the corners of his eyes, a hint of viciousness and excitement after finding the prey.
Wu Qiang remembered what Wang Feng once told him about Chu Mu's appearance and impression. Now that he looked carefully, he really looked like him.
"Wang Feng sent you here?" He looked directly at Wu Qiang and said calmly. Apart from this, he couldn't think of anything else.
"Bastard, this is your attitude towards your fellow disciples!" Wu Qiang suddenly shouted, his eyes widened, and a sharp edge rushed towards his face, overwhelming him with force.
"Wang Feng asked you to talk nonsense?" Chu Mu's expression remained unchanged, Gu Jing remained calm, and he responded lightly, instantly breaking Wu Qiang's momentum.
"Little bastard, you are very smart, but unfortunately, no matter how smart you are, there is only one way to die." Wu Qiang lowered his head slightly, but stared at Chu Mu fiercely, with a kind of perverted excitement, and stretched out his tongue to slowly sweep his lips. Then, as if licking Chu Mu's blood, his voice became gloomy and deep: "You shouldn't make Senior Brother Wang unhappy, sad, uncomfortable, or angry, but you have no chance to regret it, I will challenge you I will use my hand tendons and hamstrings to cut thirty-two wounds on your body. Finally, I will cut off your head and take it back to Senior Brother Wang. Senior Brother Wang will definitely be very happy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qiang moved, rushing towards him like a bolt of lightning. With a clang, a flash of bright light came like a rainbow across the sun, stabbing at Chu Mu, but with a hint of coldness.
Suddenly, the bright sword light exploded, turning into eighteen points of cold light, like eighteen killer bees, stretching out poisonous spikes and stinging Chu Mu fiercely.
The killer move of the low-level swordsmanship Killer Bee swordsmanship: Killer Bee Kill!
This posture enveloped Chu Mu's arms and body.
Chu Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, seeing through the reality. His steps were disordered, his body swayed like a willow, and he avoided Wu Qiang's killing move. He appeared strangely on Wu Qiang's left side, slashing with his sword, and the bright light stretched into an arc, like the waning moon.
Wu Qiang was slightly startled. He didn't expect Chu Mu's reaction to be so quick. Immediately, his footsteps were staggered and his body turned strangely to face Chu Mu. Eighteen killer bees were still killing Chu Mu.
"It turned out to be Sui Luan Bu, and it was a great success!" He was secretly surprised and felt that these inner disciples should not be underestimated.
Being able to become inner disciples means that they not only have at least seven levels of sword energy cultivation, but they are also not inferior in other aspects.
The steps were staggered again, messy, and the body was more like a willow branch blown by the strong wind. He swayed wildly, dodging left and right to avoid Wu Qiang's killing move. He returned with a sword, like a horse flying in the sky, and the trajectory was hard to find. One sword, like The meteor streaked towards Wu Qiang's neck.
Wu Qiang's expression changed greatly. Chu Mu's sword was like an antelope hanging its horns, moving in the clouds and flowing water without a trace. He quickly sheathed the sword, mobilized the sword energy in his body, and quickly slashed at Chu Mu's sword.
The sword turned to avoid Wu Qiang's slash. Wu Qiang followed the trend and struck again. The two sides changed three times in a row. Wu Qiang felt that this time he moved the sword more than before and had reached his limit. This kind of dangerous battle in which swordsmanship changed in the blink of an eye and the two swords never clashed, and even endangered his life, made him uncomfortable and felt a tightness in his chest. He believed that the other party was even more uncomfortable than him.
Unexpectedly, Chu Mu's sword turned with the trend, almost sticking to Wu Qiang's sword. Wu Qiang even felt that the sword he slashed turned around as if it was out of his control. He saw a touch of coldness and followed it. The blade of his sword slashed towards his neck.
A feeling of coldness rose from the soles of his feet, rushed up, spread to his spine, and rushed into his forehead, making Wu Qiang's whole body tremble involuntarily, and his spirit was trembling, as if a basin of ice water was pouring down from his head.
Wu Qiang retreated hurriedly, his steps were messy and fast. In the blink of an eye, he retreated one meter, but Chu Mu's sword was chasing after him.
"Fight." Wu Qiang became fierce, ignoring the sword drawn by Chu Mu, and stabbed forward with the sword. It was a cruel and absolute death, and he wanted to drag Chu Mu to be buried with him. Chu Mu paused in his steps, flicked his wrist, turned the sword, lightly touched Wu Qiang's thrusting sword, swung Wu Qiang's sword away with a clang, and struck out with another sword, targeting Wu Qiang's neck again.
His scalp was numb and his hairs stood on end. Wu Qiang smelled the blood, not someone else's, but his own.
"Electric step!" With a low roar, the sword energy penetrated to the bottom and almost spurted out of the soles of his feet. With a whoosh, Wu Qiang backed away three meters like lightning, suddenly widening the distance between him and Chu Mu, allowing Chu Mu to strike with his sword. Failed.
"Damn bastard, your swordsmanship is completely beyond my expectation." Wu Qiang's face was gloomy and very ugly. Thinking of the confrontation just now, he had already reached the limit of what he could do, but Chu Mu seemed to be able to do it with ease. Wu Qiang It was clear that Chu Mu's swordsmanship was superior to his.
Suddenly, Wu Qiang remembered that there seemed to be a rumor that Chu Mu and Xiao Qianfeng, a swordsman madman, could not lose in a sword duel. He felt that that was not a rumor, it was probably true.
"Wang Feng made a mistake by asking you to kill me." He pointed his sword at Wu Qiang and said calmly, his tone as sharp as a sword, but he was a little surprised in his heart. The swordsmanship of this inner disciple is much better than that of Wang Lei and others, but the distance between him and himself is still very obvious.
"Really? Bastard, you think you are smart, but you don't know, in fact, I have seen through your thoughts." Wu Qiang stared at Chu Mu fiercely, and suddenly grinned: "Your swordsmanship is indeed very good, maybe , you can catch up with the swordsmaniac Xiao Qianfeng. However, you have a fatal point. Your cultivation is too weak. You are only at the fifth level of sword energy. Let me tell you, swordsmanship is very important in this world, but swordsmanship is very important. Qi cultivation is equally important, and swords are also very important. You use the fine steel sword of the outer disciples, and I use the Bailian sword of the inner disciples. Your sword is damaged, but my sword is still intact. , can easily cut off your sword, which is why you have never dared to fight with my sword. Do you want to escape? No, I tell you, you have no chance to escape, despite your random steps and wind swings. Mastering the Liu Shen Technique will only allow you to live a little longer, because next, you will know how huge the gap between the fifth stage of the Sword Qi Realm and the seventh stage of the Sword Qi Realm is and cannot be bridged. "
The sword shook, and Wu Qiang's sword was covered with a light arc-like sword energy. It flowed on the sword, and a powerful and sharp momentum rushed straight up. Wu Qiang's sleeves and corners were Grinning.
The method of reaching the seventh level of Sword Qi Realm: Sword Qi attached with an edge!
Wu Qiang drew his sword again, and with this sword, there were countless buzzing sounds, as if many killer bees flew out in an instant, as many as thirty-six of them, flying irregularly. They all rushed towards Chu Mu.
Killer Bee Sword Art: Killer Bee Flurry!
They are both low-level swordsmanship ultimate moves, but the power of the Killer Bee Flurry is more than twice that of the Killer Bee Killer. Especially when the sword energy is attached to the blade, the power is even closer to the mid-level swordsmanship ultimate move.
It was as if dozens of killer bees appeared all around, making a scalp-numbing buzzing sound, surrounding Chu Mu, and very quickly, swooped in from all directions.
Chu Mu drew out his sword, and wisps of cloud energy spread out and turned into a white cloud. With one turn, all the killer bees were included in the white cloud. With a second turn, the sword energy was consumed. With a third turn, the killer bees faded one by one. When it breaks out of the white clouds, it dissipates like smoke.
Wu Qiang's swordsmanship changed, and a fierce and fierce attack came towards his face. With a sword, it seemed as if it turned into a cruel fanged wolf, opened its mouth, protruded its fangs, and bit.
The white soft cloud was torn into pieces, and the ferocious-fanged wolf rushed towards Chu Mu fiercely with a killing blow.
A piece of light blue wind sprang up and blew away, causing the ferocious fangs to snap. With a clang, the two swords inevitably crossed and Chu Mu's sword broke.
"Bastard, your sword is broken, do you still want to struggle?" Wu Qiang said with a cruel smile.
Chu Mu's swordsmanship changed, wind blew under the sword, a whistling sound was heard, and eight cold and murderous intentions intertwined in the breeze.
Under the blow of the breeze, the ferocious-toothed wolf seemed to have a frightened expression, and was blown messily from head to back. Eight paths of cold murderous intent strangled the ferocious-toothed wolf, and the ferocious-toothed wolf dissipated. Several sharp sounds of gold and iron were heard, and countless sparks and ripples burst out. , the two figures changed countless times, and countless sword lights swirled and crossed.
Chu Mu and Wu Qiang each changed their positions and turned to face each other.
Chu Mu was holding a broken sword. There was a trace of bright red flowing on the blade, but Wu Qiang had a weird smile on his face.
"Your sword... is broken..." Wu Qiang smiled strangely, and suddenly his face changed, painful and unbelievable: "Why... why is my sword energy cultivation far higher than yours... my Hundred Refined Sword" Better than your steel sword...but...I am going to die...killed by you..."
As he spoke, Wu Qiang trembled all over, and with a squeaking sound, a wound appeared on Wu Qiang's neck. Blood was like a fountain. His body, like a felled tree, slowly fell back, with confusion and... unwillingness. …
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