Chapter 3 Shintsu

The pharmacist had his own thoughts and said, "Give him the spirit blood, drink a lot, drink it desperately! The spirit blood can improve his physique a little every time, drinking more, although it can't stimulate the spirit body, but that The physical quality must be stronger than any spiritual body!"

"One punch kills a dragon."

The village chief smiled and said, "It will definitely scare those bastards outside the Great Ruins to death."

The two smiled at each other, and the pharmacist walked out of the room and closed the door.

The next day, the villagers brought in a few more iron-bone tigers, green snakes, thunderbirds and golden tortoises. These old men and old ladies had goals and were very motivated, but they made the pharmacist angry: "Let him drink too much spirit at one time. Blood will kill him!"

The mute blacksmith who brought in the two thunderbirds grinned, no tongue in his mouth.

"Mu'er can hold on!" Granny Si was full of confidence in Qin Mu.

The pharmacist glared at them, stopped talking, took out the eggs and continued to refine blood, but something went wrong. This time, there was a lot of blood in the four spirits. After drinking it, Qin Mu's body swelled up like gas, which made the old men and the old ladies extremely nervous, for fear that he would explode with a bang.

The pharmacist took out a few hollow silver needles and inserted them on Qin Mu's back and Tianling's cover. The needle holes of these silver needles were emitting red, blue, and purple air.

After a while, the silver needle stopped breathing, the pharmacist took off the needle, and glared at the old men and ladies again: "Step by step, step by step, if you want to feed him into a big fat man, you will only kill him! Now he still Some of you are in a panic, you are all busy, the butcher will practice the knife with him later, Ma Ye will practice boxing with him, the lame, you will accompany him to practice legs and help him digest."

"Mu'er, come to practice the sword!"

With his hands on the ground, the butcher jumped up and landed on a single stake. He had no lower body, and his upper body stood on the single stake, which was about the same height as Qin Mu.

The butcher held two pig-killing knives in both hands. Unlike ordinary pig-killing knives, the ordinary pig-killing knives were less than a foot long, with a round wooden handle and an arc-shaped blade, like the moon had been cut off by three-quarters.

The butcher's knife in the butcher's hand looks like a common butcher knife, but it is a few sizes larger. The knife is three feet two inches long, the back is thick, the blade is thin and polished, and the two knives are put together like two arches. The door is frighteningly large.

The pig-killing knife in Qin Mu's hand was also the same size, but there was only one knife, and it was very heavy, about twenty pounds per knife. In his normal youth, he could only carry a knife, but since he took the four spirits, his blood strength was much stronger than before, but he did not feel heavy when he picked up the butchering knife with one hand.

"Grandpa Tu, be careful!"

Qin Mu held the knife in one hand and rushed towards the butcher on the single log. The butcher laughed, and although he was only half-length, he still looked arrogant and arrogant.

The night battle is stormy!

Qin Mu flew up and down with a single sword, and moved his footsteps. From the time he slashed towards the butcher, the light of the sword became faster and faster, and the wind whistled, connecting into one piece.

"Slow, slow, you are too slow!"

The butcher shouted loudly, his knives flew like rain, and the tinkling sound of crit was like a rainstorm hitting a pear blossom, and he said sternly: "Hurry up! Faster! Your pig-killing knife can be even faster! This trick of fighting the storm at night! , is to be fast, the pig-killing knife must be as fast as the wind and rain in the dark night, sprinkled all over the city! Make it faster for me!"

The light of the knife was faster, like three silver dragons cruising up and down around the single wooden stake, the wind was getting louder and louder, and Chi Chi's knife energy was mixed with the wind, and when it landed, there were suddenly more deep traces on the ground.

That's a knife mark.

"Very good, it's so fast! The faster your knife is, the stronger the knife will be. But you are not fast enough, so fast that your knife will burn like fire, burn, and burn again!"

The butcher was like a madman, dancing with both hands, making Qin Mu dazzled, and shouted, "Burning! Burning! Burn your knife, burn your Qi, burn your spirit! After burning, it is a supernatural power!"

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His knife cut through, the knife rubbed against the air, and it burned with a whimper. The two knives shuttled back and forth like two fire dragons, and the momentum became more and more amazing.

The fire dragon rushed towards Qin Mu, Qin Mu should be unstoppable, and suddenly two fire dragons rose into the sky, tearing apart the dark night above Canlao Village.

Qin Mu was stunned, the butcher's knife was really terrible.

Over the village, darkness poured in, swallowing the fire dragon and the sword light and the sword.

The darkness seemed to be alive, and it seemed that he was very angry with the butcher raising his knife to cut into the darkness. The extremely depressed black pressed down on the village, as if it was going to devour the village.

However, the light of the stone statues in the four corners of the village suddenly became brighter, forcing the darkness back.

"God thief!"

The butcher held his knives in both hands, standing on the single wooden stake, and shouted up to the sky, a little mad: "I will split this black sooner or later, and I will kill it back sooner or later! It was the waist that I was cut off, and the legs were lost, but not the head. I want to kill..."

"Grandpa Tu is crazy again. But Grandpa Tu's knife is too fast. He has made the sword technique into a supernatural power. When will I be able to practice as fast as him?"

Qin Mu looked at the crazy butcher with admiration, put down the butcher's knife, and went to find the one-armed horse.

"The butcher's knife has magical powers to cut out flames, and my fists have magical powers to strike thunder sounds!"

Ma Ye had a serious face, clenched his fist with one arm, and his bones made a burst of crackling noises, and said indifferently: "Mu'er, when can you hold the thunder and lightning in your hand, your fist is a small achievement. The butcher's The knife is very fast, but my fist breaks through the limitation of sound, breaks through the shackles of air, and bursts with unparalleled power! One hand can also practice boxing, one hand is also a thousand hands, and one hand can also send thunder Sound Thunder!"

boom -

A dull thunder came, and it was the fist that Ma Ye threw out, like thunder.

Boom boom boom!

A series of thunder sounds came, and Qin Mu could hardly grasp the speed of Ma Ye's punches with his naked eyes. The afterimage of the fist actually made him see that the one-armed Ma Ye was no longer a single arm, but had grown thousands of arms.

Master Ma's fists are getting faster and faster, and those thousands of arms are holding thunder and lightning in their palms, and every strike is thunderous, and lightning is splashing everywhere!

"This is the Thousand-handed Buddha in the Eighth Style of Leiyin! As long as your fists are faster than the sound, you can control the thunder, and with one punch and one palm, you can destroy the opponent's soul and body, and make him irreversible, forever!"

Master Ma closed his fists and said solemnly: "Attack me with the eight types of thunder sounds that I taught you, make thunder sounds, hold thunder and lightning in hand, and control thunder!"

Qin Mu calmed down. Today, the skills taught to him by Grandpa Ma and Grandpa Tu are different from those in the past. In the past, they all taught him to practice swordsmanship and boxing, but this time they all mentioned one word.

Supernatural!

This word was a little strange, it was the first time he heard it.

Qin Mu performed the eight thundering styles and attacked Ma Ye. Although Ma was one-armed, Qin Mu could easily block any attack by him without any effort.

Unlike the butcher, although the butcher seemed crazy, he was very measured with Qin Mu every time he fought with the knife and never hurt him, but Ma Ye was merciless, as long as Qin Mu's moves were flawed, he would punch Come over, although the fist was not heavy, Qin Mu was beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

Until Qin Mu couldn't fight, Master Ma let him rest.

"The legs are the wind, the earth, the root of strength."

The lame man was leaning on crutches. He only had one leg left, but he was the one who taught Qin Mu the leg skills. Qin Mu used to think that the most normal person in the village was the lame grandfather. Feel.

However, since the lame riverside smiled and stabbed to death the woman who crawled out of the cowhide, Qin Mu was not so sure.

The lame smile is a smile that hides a knife in a smile, and no one knows whether his smile is real or fake.

He smiled and said to Qin Mu, "Mu'er, the butcher praises his knife, the horse master praises his punches, but the real magic power is the legs. If you can't kill the opponent, but you can't beat the opponent, what should you do? It is the most important! Life is not only about poetry and distance, but also misery! So living is the victory! As long as you run fast enough, you can run on the wall, run on the water, and even run on the Run in the sky! Run fast enough, everything is flat, flames and air are flat! When you run to the sound behind your ears and can't catch up with you, then you are considered to have initially cultivated the magical power of leg technique. Mu'er, come here, put the iron ingot."