Starting from evil spirits to challenge comprehensive martial arts

Chapter 6 Zhu Baokun

Bring a dagger and hide it close to your body.

Han Ling dressed himself up as a beggar, took a rice bowl, filled a bag of dry food and a pot of drinking water, and headed towards Yangzhou.

Perhaps because he stayed in the secret room long enough, Han Ling didn't see any sign of the Penglaimen along the way.

Hope to arrive in Yangzhou smoothly.

One night, Han Ling finally found a ruined temple.

Although dilapidated, at least there is a shelter from the wind.

Holding the dagger and leaning against the wooden pillar, Han Ling quickly fell asleep.

Suddenly, something disturbed Han Ling.

He opened his eyes.

A figure came over!
"Zhu Baokun!"

Han Ling narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Finally found you, Junior Brother Han."

Zhu Baokun's eyes were red and he was gnashing his teeth.

Han Ling stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"You have so many juniors!"

Zhu Baokun heard his sarcasm, did not refute, but just nodded: "Unfortunately, I will lose another junior today."

Han Ling sighed softly: "I thought I had avoided you, but you still found me."

"I don't want to either. But I have to avenge Junior Brother Yang and the others! If I hadn't been soft-hearted, they wouldn't have died." Zhu Baokun stared at Han Ling, slowly unsheathed his long sword, and pointed at Han Ling obliquely Throat, "I've been looking for you for a long time, Gongsun Yong and the others have already executed you, and only you are left."

Han Ling was taken aback for a moment, unexpectedly, Gongsun Yong and others still failed to escape.

But soon a mocking smile appeared on his face, and his right hand holding the dagger was clenched even tighter.

"You want to avenge your Junior Brother Yang! Have you thought about those Qingcheng disciples who died under your Penglai sword?
Many of them surround you all day, calling you big brother?Who should avenge them? "

Zhu Baokun was stunned for a moment, the scenes of his life in Qingcheng flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.

He gritted his teeth and said sharply: "Just treat them as I'm sorry! I've already made a mistake once, and I can't continue to make mistakes! Junior brother Han, make a move! In terms of the old fellowship, I'll let you do three moves!"

Han Ling looked strange: "Are you sure?"

"Don't force me to regret it!" Zhu Baokun squinted his eyes, "To tell you the truth, I was the one who discovered the secret of Tiandun swordsmanship! I also handed over the secrets of Qingcheng martial arts. My martial arts are no longer what they used to be. Bi, shoot, if I go first. You won't have any chance."

"Okay. As you wish." Han Ling held the dagger close to his chest, and made a move like the Songfeng swordsmanship.

Zhu Baokun stood with his sword horizontally: "Come on, let me see! I haven't seen you for two years, how much progress has been made by the hard-working young man on Mount Qingcheng!"

"Be careful! Senior brother!"

Calling the old title, Han Ling couldn't help but recall the scene when Zhu Baokun taught him how to practice swords.

But soon, he shattered this memory!
Biyuan Tengjiao!

As soon as Han Ling made a move, it was the ultimate move of Songfeng swordsmanship!
The dagger shot out a brilliant silver light in an instant.

More than a dozen stabs, slashes, and flat slashes are extremely fast, as if they have become a single blow.

Zhu Baokun's eyes lit up: "Good swordsmanship!"

He thrust his sword into the silver net drawn by the dagger.

when, when, when...

The sound of weapons colliding with each other resounded continuously.

Zhu Baokun forced Han Ling back with a sword, and praised loudly:
"My boy, I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so advanced. Regardless of your skill, your swordsmanship is comparable to the two elders Jiang and Meng!"

Han Ling took a deep breath: "I can't compare to you, Senior Brother."

Zhu Baokun showed regret: "Suddenly I feel a little reluctant to kill you. Unfortunately, I swear a heavy oath, I can only be sorry for you, you go ahead."

Han Ling pulled out a sword flower with a dagger: "Brother, please advise!"

Songfeng swordsmanship, Songtao is like thunder!
Han Ling's sword style is even stronger!
With one blow, all the vital points of Zhu Baokun's body were covered in it!

There is no gap!

Zhu Baokun withdrew while dismantling, defusing Han Ling's offensive one by one in an understatement.

"Okay, Junior Brother Han. It's the last move, let's enjoy the short time!"

"Okay, senior brother, you are watching."

Han Ling once again used the ultimate move of Songfeng swordsmanship, Hongfei Mingming!

Zhu Baokun shook his head, he had already mastered Qingcheng martial arts by heart, and practiced them proficiently!

In daily sparring, even Sima Lin, the only son of the sect leader, is far from being his match. He has practiced Tiandun swordsmanship, even against his boss Ma Wei, he may not have a chance of winning.

The so-called three tricks of comity, but after seeing Han Ling who also had the same internal experience, he felt sympathetic and sympathetic.

After this move, just kill him.

I'm sorry, Junior Brother Han, it's just your bad luck!

Zhu Baokun still brushed aside Han Ling's attack in a relaxed and freehand way.

at this time!

A disdainful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Han Ling's mouth!

Zhu Baokun's heart beat violently.

Intense uneasiness filled his heart in an instant!
Sword mutation!

Hong Fei was in the middle of the trick!
Han Ling has already transformed it into the ultimate move of the evil sword technique, Qunxie Biyi!
A flash of silver!
In Zhu Baokun's eyes, Han Ling suddenly turned into an afterimage.

It flashes before his eyes!
then,

There was a touch of coldness on his neck!
"You lost, big brother!" Han Ling didn't even have time to take away a drop of blood from the edge of the dagger hanging down.

Zhu Baokun dropped his long sword, clutched his throat with both hands, and said in a trembling voice: "What kind of martial art is this!"

Han Ling chuckled: "There are so many magical skills in the world, and it's not only the Penglai sect that has them. Senior brother, you have been in Qingcheng for so many years, have you heard of the Heju Nine Heavens magic skill?"

"Impossible? The Heju Nine Heavens Divine Art has long been lost! Even Sima Wei can't do it!" Zhu Baokun said hoarsely.

"How can there be so many impossibilities? Since the Tiandun swordsmanship can reappear in the world, why am I not allowed to cultivate the Crane Crying Nine Heavens Divine Art?"

Han Ling hid the dagger again and walked out of the ruined temple...

"Brother, I'm sorry. Your martial arts are too high, I have to lie to you. I have no choice but to live, so I can only apologize!"

Han Ling's voice gradually faded away...

"Junior Brother Han..."

Zhu Baokun laughed suddenly, he didn't expect that he would die at the time when he humbly asked himself for advice,
Then it was in the hands of the young man who practiced martial arts over and over again in the martial arts hall.

No, he is no longer a teenager.

He has grown up!
Not that kid in need of shelter anymore!
Also acting as an internal response, Junior Brother Han did a much better job than himself.

I'm sorry, Master Taoist!
Bao Kun, I can no longer accompany you to Xingwang Penglai!
Master Sima, I am sorry for you!I shouldn't have lied to you!
There are also Junior Brother Yang, Junior Brother Zhang, Junior Brother Wang and all the Junior Brothers of the Qingcheng School, sorry.

I'm coming down to apologize to you!

Zhu Baokun's vision gradually blurred, his hands covering his throat gradually dropped, and then his body limply collapsed on the ground.

[Kill the five-level (integrated) enemy, and reward 1000 potential points! 】

In the distance, Han Ling felt irritable and couldn't help but spit out, Bah!Rivers and lakes!

(End of this chapter)