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Earlier, he deliberately suppressed his voice, but this sentence revealed his original voice. Tang Wanqiu could hear it even out of his ears, and his face suddenly showed unconcealed disbelief: "Zhou Hanzheng?"
Seeing that the masked man couldn't hide it, he simply took off the black cloth veil on his face without any fear, revealing the face of a scholar who thought twice, and smiled: "Tang Daoyou invited, why don't you go back with us to accompany the island master? guest?"
Tang Wanqiu's eyes widened first, then bào angrily: "The island owner is so kind to you, but you actually rely on others?"
Zhou Hanzheng shook his head and sighed: "Tang Zhenren's remarks are bad, I am not from Qinglong Island, and I have never taken refuge with anyone in these years. Thanks to the island owner, I am just a temporary law protector on the island - Huh? Why? I remember correctly, isn't Tang Zhenren also a disciple of Mu Lanshan, not a disciple of Qinglong Island?"
How could Tang Wanqiu hear his nonsense? Without saying a word, he pulled the epee off her back, and swept out a fierce sword wind without saying a word. Fearful, he went on a rampage to smash Zhou Hanzheng's head into a rotten winter melon.
Zhou Han was leaping into the air lightly, with a three-fold fan in his hand, the aura of thunder and fire was looming, and he was in close contact with Tang Wanqiu's sword energy.
Zhou Hanzheng's face and ruthless heart, Yan Zhengming watched the battle with trepidation, and suddenly found that he was too early to draw the conclusion that "he will not easily fall off the high platform", and that Zhou Hanzheng was not only not weak in means, but also very unkind. His face, he didn't seem to want to fight Tang Wanqiu one-on-one. With a wave of his folding fan, Zhou Han said to the many masked people in the sky and on the ground: "Take this person!"
Tang Wanqiu roared, "You try again!"
The masked men like black crows dropped their swords one after another, squeezing the small pier into the water. For a while, several phantoms walking with swords like him flashed on the spot. Such distraction consumes a lot of real energy, and he actually wants to carry all the masked people in the air with his own strength.
Cheng Qian wanted to try the frost blade in his hand with the surnamed Zhou, but when he turned around, he saw the pale Li Yun and the others. Next to the ochre holding the puddle.
The two masked men sneaked to the ground and approached Cheng Qian and his party from the other side. Obviously, they did not take Cheng Qian as a teenager at all. gesture.
Cheng Qian did not retreat but advanced, and he didn't even greet him.
Only then did Cheng Qian realize the difference between the murderous sword in his hand and his tattered wooden sword. When the frost-blade sword moved, an indescribable yīn aura permeated the whole place. On the dock, at the moment when the swords collided, Cheng Qian seemed to hear the roars of thousands of ancestors, either with hatred or anger, deafening, and a layer of frost was visible on the sword, which actually covered the two Mianren's weapon was slashed with a single sword, and the true essence in Cheng Qian's body was stirred frantically, and he almost had the illusion that he would explode and die in the next moment.
Yes, the note says "Don't act rashly"...
Cheng Qian was startled first, and instinctively wanted to throw the sword out, but as soon as he flinched, more masked people rushed up, and even one wanted to reach out to grab the puddle. : "What is love, let's slaughter these chops first."
At the moment, he kept his feet and his moves remained the same, and another sword "shocked the shore". The two masked men had determined that Cheng Qian could not even concentrate. How could he know that his swordsmanship was honed by a wooden sword—the wooden sword would break as soon as it was broken, and the sword energy that he could withstand was extremely limited. The person holding the sword not only had to control his strength, but also had to be very precise. In this way, Cheng Qian dared to combine the wide-opening sea cháo sword with the ever-changing swinging wooden sword, and beat the scriptures all over the hall.
Needless to say, he now has the ancient fierce sword "Frost Blade" in his hand.
The sword light was like purple lightning and blue frost, as if he could feel the master's murderous intention. The sword wind rose by as much as three feet in an instant, and there was a sound like cracking silk. , fell on Gu Han's "No Good Death Sword", and it actually condensed into a layer of blood-colored frost.
Chapter 42
The old man said that if a sharp weapon has too much blood, it will become a murder weapon.
There are thousands of murder weapons circulating in the world, each with its own viciousness, but none of them has such an unforgettable honor as "no good death".
The moment Frostblade saw blood, although Cheng Qian was still unable to concentrate on the sword, he was already numb from the hoarseness and pain that came from the sword from ancient times. At the same time, even if the power of the famous sword and the wooden sword are not the same, the speed of extracting the true essence is also very different. Cheng Qian was holding the frost blade, and for the first time he felt that he was powerless when he used the sword.
A few masked people didn't expect a stinky little brat to be so stubborn. After a while, they made gestures that others couldn't understand, and then they gave up on others and brushed the ground together. Surround Cheng Qian in groups.
Cheng Qian slowly let out a breath, almost feeling that what he spit out was a mouthful of white frost, the coolness of the frost blade seemed to have soaked through his body, and even his internal organs were cooled down.
Seven or eight heavy sword qi pressed down on him at the same time, Cheng Qian knew that he was courting death, and the whole person turned into a phantom, dodging like a fish in the gap of the opponent's sword qi, thanks to the daily chasing him Zhang Dasen and others, who were looking for the ballast, trained him to dodge kung fu so dexterously that he was different from ordinary people.
While dodging, Cheng Qian even intentionally led the masked men to the side away from the puddles and the others, but just when he seemed to have more energy left, he suddenly staggered a step as if he had been hit hard. He was even chased behind by the masked man with a sword energy, and his left shoulder was instantly blurred.
But Cheng Qian could no longer care about the pain, and there was a "hum" in his head - it was the puppet talisman he gave to Xueqing, and he just felt clearly that the clear air in the puppet talisman had dissipated, and the puppet talisman had dissipated. Ranked among the seven great talismans, with 1,808 hooks, how can the spiritual energy dissipate so easily? Xue Qing must have encountered a life-threatening incident.
Then he... is he still alive?
He is just a little Daoist boy who travels alone. He has no possessions, and his temperament is gentle and stable. Who would be able to get along with him?
Was this an accident, or was someone deliberately trying to stop him?
If it is deliberate, then there is no response to the letter to the family that the senior brother asked Xiaoyueer and the others to bring back last year, whether it has not been delivered, or...
And... how about Fuyao Mountain?
For a time, no matter how calm Cheng Qian was, he couldn't help but panic. Many incidents rushed into his heart at an untimely time. He was injured by the puppet talisman. A mouthful of blood gushed out.
"Small dive!"
It seemed that Li Yun called him, Cheng Qian was startled, and with difficulty avoided the masked man's sword.
There was a chaotic sound of "ding dang" in his ears. At this time, Cheng Qian's back was soaked with cold sweat. He glanced at the senior brother in the air, and at a glance, Cheng Qian knew that he was trying his best to support him even if there were too many ants. Bite the elephant to death, not to mention that none of these masked people are weak, Yan Zhengming may not have been in the realm of contemplation for how long, he can hold the sword so stably, maybe he has performed exceptionally in a crisis situation.
The distractions in the sky could not stop being killed by the masked people. Yan Zhengming was completely concerned about one thing and another. Every time his distraction was killed, his face would turn pale. Eyes, three heads and six arms.
Cheng Qian didn't want to distract him, and with a ruthless heart, he forced back the blood that was pouring into his throat.
This taste is definitely not good, Cheng Qian's face is like golden paper, and he almost can't hold the sword, and the frost-blade sword seems to have a needle in it. Knowing that his mood is fluctuating, there is a sign of backlash in an instant.
Cheng Qian shook his head, and had the illusion that he was independent from the rushing sea of the ages. The sea in front of him seemed to come from the desolate and dull Beiming, so cold that it was so quiet that there was no human voice. Suddenly, some unreasonable grief and anger surged in his chest - this is a magic weapon, why should he be slandered by the world, this is a genius, why should he bear so many infamy?
Suddenly, a scream that belonged to a young child sounded from behind him: "Bad man! Go get the bad guy! Don't bully my third senior brother!"
Then the buzzing sound flew past Cheng Qian's ears, only a crisp "ding" sound was heard, and a soul search needle flew towards a masked man like a spirituality, and the masked man's sword wind was almost smashed. The clothes on Cheng Qian's chest were smashed by the wicked soul-searching needle at this time, so he had to withdraw his sword and return to defense, but he didn't scratch Cheng Qian's oily skin.
Cheng Qian suddenly woke up and took a few quick breaths. He found that the real energy in his body was almost exhausted by the backlash of the frost blade sword just now. The worst thing was that he couldn't let go of the sword because the masked people refused to forgive him. , came more and more.
Cheng Qian didn't look back, but he touched the head of the puddle with his hand, and said softly, "Shh, don't cry, it's alright, save your soul search needle."
"The boat can't go, if there is really no way..." Cheng Qian raised his head and glanced at Yan Zhengming, who was at the end of the arrow, and thought to himself, "Gān, let the senior brother take this little one to find a way to break through with the sword."
It's not easy for Yan Zhengming to bring a puddle, so what about Han Yuan and Li Yun?
Before Cheng Qian had time to think about it, he suddenly heard Li Yun exclaim.
When Yan Zhengming finally couldn't hold Yu Jian any longer, he was distracted and suddenly fell from the air. Li Yun hurriedly pinched a hand gesture, and a layer of transparent net suddenly rose on the ground. The brother fell to the ground.
Yan Zhengming half-knelt on the ground, shook for a moment, and for a while he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Cheng Qian had to take another breath, stepped on Han Yuan's shoulder, flew up, and the frost blade sword proudly swept an extremely sharp arc in the air. Taking advantage of the coldness of this peerless weapon, he pushed a circle of masked people back in one fell swoop. He felt pain like needles pierced through his limbs, as if he had been sucked out by a spell countless times—Cheng Qian understood in his heart that this The meridians are unloaded.