I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 13

"Oh!"

Gu Cheng groaned, took a move under his ribs, fell and flew away. Before he could stand still, he was solid behind and was slapped by Hong Qi.

With a bang, he hit the ground with a disheartened face.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

Even though such a thing had happened many times, Hong Qi still felt nervous and rushed to it.

But without waiting for his help, Gu Cheng jumped up, patted the dust on his body, and didn't care about the tunnel: "it doesn't hurt!"

Childe Liuyu can't be found out casually. Since Hong Qi promised to take Gu Cheng with him at that time, it's a matter of course to accompany him now.

Therefore, Gu Chengjie will feel like a sandbag.

To be fair, Hong Qi, who is under 30, is not much better at internal skill cultivation than him. It is estimated that he has one or two more strange meridians and eight veins, which are as deep as 20% or 30%.

Simple palm to palm, two people may need a hundred moves to distinguish the victory and defeat.

But in the real fight, Gu Cheng couldn't even take 20 moves.

There's no way. There's a big gap in combat experience.

The essence of the eighteen dragon subduing palms of the beggars' sect is also second. Hong Qi's palms are not designed to be cruel and fast, but a clever way to turn corruption into magic. He can use the most appropriate moves at the most appropriate time.

The nine Yin manual is every rhythm, but it is like the round system. Although the speed is fast and the strength is fierce, the connection between the move and the move is rigid, and the temporary strain is too poor.

It's also a pity that Huang Chang found that Gu Cheng had cultivated his internal skills to a small degree within half a year. After he was very happy, he gave the second volume to Gu Cheng. Gu Cheng could spell more than a dozen moves, otherwise several people would fall face to face.

There is an exchange of calls. Gu, Cheng's experience is also improving rapidly. The nine Yin manual is not white. Only half a month, he can take the more than 30 strokes with the eighteen voldemons of the seven big dragon and the long dragon.

"From today on, go to the sword!"

But that's not enough.

When Gu Cheng threw a sharp sword, Hong Qi hesitated and finally grasped the handle.

Hong Qi, a first-class expert, has seen a trace of martial arts subtlety. Although using the sword can not reach the level of dragon subduing palm and dog beating stick, it is not without threat.

At this moment, when Hong Qi held a thin sword, the sword body turned, the dazzling sunlight refracted, stabbed Gu Cheng's eyes, and the sword stabbed him like lightning.

Shua, Shua, the sword is shining everywhere, attacking Gu Chengmei's heart, eyes, throat and heart.

Everywhere is the key!

All the moves are killing!

Gu Cheng lost his first chance and had no time to parry. He could only use the snake and the beaver to escape the attack.

As a result, he never fought back. He was overwhelmed by the rain like sword.

The beggars' sect has the most contact with three sects and nine streams. Hong Qi, as the next determined sect leader, naturally contacted and even clashed with those powerful assassins in the Jianghu.

At this time, he imitated one of the great enemies, a set of killing swords, which appeared and disappeared, so he should be careful.

Puff!

Sooner or later, Gu Cheng didn't dodge in time. He had been scratched with a long blood mark on his back and shouted with pain.

Hong Qi couldn't help but slow down. He heard Gu Cheng roar, "don't keep your hands. I'm afraid of getting hurt today. I'll only shed more blood in the future!"

"Well, your highness, be careful!" Hong Qi killed him. Gu Cheng knew that if he kept it for a long time, he would lose. He also launched his body method and fought back fiercely.

Banzhu incense!

Within a short period of half a column of incense, Gu Cheng was bleeding all over his body, and more than a dozen wounds were densely covered. Even if Hong Qi deliberately avoided the key, it was shocking.

"Stop!"

Gu Cheng shook and finally couldn't support it. He sat down on the ground, took out a nine turn bear snake pill and took it quickly.

That is, Hong Qi, a Wulin man, dares to attack. It is absolutely impossible to change into yellow clothes.

But it was the kind of breathless feeling that made Gu Cheng feel the horror of death again.

This is different from being caught alive by Zhang Jiao. At that time, there was really nothing to do. The strength gap was different from heaven and earth. Just now, after several struggles, they could not escape the fate of death, which tested people's hearts even more.

Therefore, Gu Cheng slightly adjusted his interest rate, directly settled down and began to refine his spirit.

In the eight dragon scriptures, the first seven chapters are refining essence, and only the last chapter is refining God.

But this is the last one. I don't know how many royal children who only know how to enjoy life are stuck. Even if they get started, it's very difficult to promote to a higher level.

For example, Gu Cheng, after his five senses of form, sound and smell, his taste and touch have been cultivated. Even if he doesn't stimulate the real Qi, his various senses are several times more sensitive than ordinary people. This is also the reason why he can make such rapid progress in actual combat.

But from five to six senses, there is no clue.

Until just now, in the extremely tense confrontation, the great terror between life and death suddenly made Gu Cheng have a trace of understanding of the so-called six senses.

But the feeling was fleeting, and now he couldn't tell clearly.

"When I was in the Taoist temple, I heard that many children of aristocratic families traveled all over the world. Once they had an epiphany, they even opened five senses and six knowledge. I'm afraid they also experienced the tempering of life and death. Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, sure enough, for the pulse of refining God, both of them are indispensable!"

Gu chengzhuo thought about it, put it down, turned back to refining and cultivation, and his whole body collapsed like a dragon.

Haste makes waste. He is now majoring in martial arts and refining essence. It's best if he has organic luck in refining God. If he doesn't have it, he doesn't have to be too persistent.

"Come again!"

There were nine turns of bear snake pills. The wounds soon scabbed one by one. Gu Chengyue jumped up, moved his fist and feet, and shouted loudly.

Hong Qi's eyes showed emotion. He was so determined. No wonder there were such earth shaking changes in just a few months.

After several fights, Gu Cheng stopped and began to ask Hong Qi about the use of concealed weapons, poisons, door rules and code words.

Huang Shang is not proficient in these things. Only Hong Qi, an old Jianghu man, can count the major forces and people with names in the Jianghu.

In this way, another month later, the six desires childe, who had been silent for a long time, finally moved.

"He hid in the mansion of the state of Jia?"

When the news reached the beggars' sect, Gu Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Who is the Duke of Jia? This man is called Zhao Xuan. He is intelligent by nature. He is deeply loved by filial piety, that is, the supreme Emperor today. He even meant to give him the throne.

The succession of the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty was very interesting. All three generations were abdicated. Gao Zong gave way to Xiaozong, Xiaozong gave way to Guangzong, and Guangzong gave way to ningzong Zhao Kuang. Oh, finally, this was forced by the minister. The leader was Han Yuzhou.

Gu Cheng's grandfather once had the intention to give the throne to Zhao Xuan, and the emperor's grandson Zhu Yunwen had wood.

Of course, it didn't come true in the end, otherwise Gu Cheng's cheap father Guangzong would be in power now.

However, this Zhao Xuan is still a threat. Last year, when Guangzong intended to expand Zhao into prince, Xiaozong thought Zhao Xuan was too stupid. It would be better to establish Zhao Xuan and stop it.

It can be seen that the supreme emperor still has the right to speak. This Zhao Xuan is not without threat to Gu Cheng.

"It's not convenient for me to move around the Lord Jia's residence. Please arrange it!"

Gu Cheng thought for a while and was prepared to be more cautious. After all, the identity of both sides involved in the competition for the throne was too sensitive.

That night, Gu Cheng, who was a little easy to look, came to the restaurant a street away from the government of the state of Jia and waited. From a distance, he saw that the fire was burning to the sky and had gone into the water.

Although the fire was only a corner of the government, it also succeeded in frightening the snake. The gongs and drums beat wildly inside. I don't know how many servants went in and out to fight the fire.

Among them, a white figure came out of the house, like a white colt passing through the gap.

The disciples of the beggars' sect surrounded them, and a fierce attack of weapons suddenly sounded.

In the dark night and the rising fire, Gu Cheng saw the figure at a glance.

The sword eyebrow and star eyes are tall and straight, wearing a plain white long shirt and an ancient sword at the waist. He was originally a romantic scholar. A wisp of smile in the corners of his mouth destroyed his temperament and became evil.

"This man is the son of six desires?" Gu Chengmei raised his head gently.

The flower picker is a flower picker. No matter how high his martial arts and how good his skin are, there is an evil spirit in his eyebrows. So is the man. He has an evil smile on his lips and a twisted morbid look in his eyes.

But somehow, Gu Cheng always has a sense of familiarity, as if he is very familiar with something in this person.

"Interesting!"

Gu Cheng's eyes lit up and jumped into the night.

He has an intuition that the beggars' sect may not be able to stop this six desires childe!