The mountains and plains outside the courtyard.
When the dazzling light disappeared, the roaring sound gradually dissipated, and everything here became peaceful again.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, a few birds slowly began to chirp on the branches. Zhao Jiuge looked at Bai Qingqing and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. It was too violent. If that magic weapon was used against him, even if he didn't. It will be as defenseless as a vulture, but in the end it will probably be no better.
Bai Qingqing, who easily killed the vulture, had no fluctuation on her face. She smoothed her hair and inserted the extremely powerful hosta into her hair again. At this time, she looked peaceful and far-sighted. There is no longer the enchanting feeling of the past.
However, the idea that had just come to Zhao Jiuge was broken. Bai Qingqing suddenly glanced at Zhao Jiuge, rolled his eyes and said angrily, "What are you looking at? I have never seen such a majestic side of my sister."
Zhao Jiuge was speechless for a moment, his face twitched helplessly, and he muttered to himself. Bai Qingqing, who said something to Zhao Jiuge, quickly took out the small blue and white porcelain bottle, held it in his hand, and gently poured out a small return pill into the palm of his hand, and then used two white and slender fingers. Pick up the dark red Xiao Huan Dan and put it into the tempting little cherry mouth.
"Let's go in and find Han Songcheng. Only by killing him can we complete the mission." As he said this, he slowly approached Zhao Jiuge. In order to get rid of the vulture as soon as possible, he did not hesitate to use the spiritual weapon in his hand. To know the spiritual weapon, The more powerful the weapon, the more stringent the conditions for its use, and the spiritual energy consumed also increases exponentially. Bai Qingqing's spiritual energy has already been exhausted.
Zhao Jiuge excitedly picked up those ordinary magic weapons, the twilight drum and the bloody long sword from the ground, put them into his storage ring, and said to Bai Qingqing with a playful smile, "I know our sister Qingqing doesn't like it. These are rubbish." Just because Bai Qingqing doesn't like it doesn't mean that Zhao Jiuge doesn't like it. Even if he doesn't need it, he can go back and sell it to the sect in exchange for some tribute. He wants to refine one or two practical items before the upcoming selection meeting. As for the magic weapon equipment, the number required for the flying sword is too high, the main thing is to get a good sword embryo, so that the quality of the flying sword will be high.
"Look at your virtue, just such a small pursuit." Bai Qingqing had a look of disdain on his face, and was used to Zhao Jiuge's shamelessness. "Okay, put your things away and we'll leave. You can be careful later. I don't have any spiritual power to help you. Now we just have to wait for the effect of Xiao Huan Dan."
Bai Qingqing is also a very brave person. When there is still Han Songcheng, he resolutely uses the spiritual weapon to kill the vulture, even if his own spiritual power is exhausted. This is because there is another person beside him. Zhao Jiuge.
After collecting the things, the satisfied Zhao Jiuge nodded, poured out the Xiao Huan Dan in a decent manner, took one pill and swallowed it in his mouth.
There was a faint medicinal fragrance in the nose, but there was a spicy taste in the mouth, but the effect was also very obvious. Only about 50% of the spiritual power was restored quickly, which made Zhao Jiuge's eyes light up when he discovered the situation. .
Suddenly, a noise coming from the door of the courtyard attracted their attention.
Han Songcheng, who was recovering his spiritual power in the room, heard the vulture's sad and angry voice, and a bad thought came to his heart. He no longer cared about recovering his spiritual power, and hurriedly walked out of the room and ran to the flat bottom on the mountain outside.
At this moment, Han Songcheng, wearing a green shirt and carrying a gray sword, looked at everything around him with shock and fear. He did not expect that in just a short while, all of his men, including the vultures, would be spared and all of them would die.
Looking at the blood-stained grass on the ground and the broken arms, he knew without even thinking about how tragic the previous battle was. Although he didn't see the vulture's body, he knew what his fate would be after hearing the voice just now. .
Han Songcheng, who had been in Huanghualing for twenty years, was all alone in one day. Looking around at this moment, he felt like he was looking around with a sword in a blur.
However, the next moment he saw Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, the grief and indignation in his heart suddenly turned into anger. Familiar faces such as Zhang Long, Luo Xuqing, and Vulture appeared in Han Songcheng's mind, although those people were himself. Although they have been together for many years, people have feelings after all. Han Songcheng wanted to kill Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing with a thousand knives.
The words that Vulture said before he died, "You must die well," kept impacting Han Songcheng's heart, which made him panic. In fact, Vulture misunderstood Han Songcheng. Although he cherished his life, he wanted to restore his spiritual power to its peak state. He faced the battle, but what he didn't expect was that the vulture was so vulnerable, and he didn't delay for long. First, his plan was to use the illusion array and Zhang Long and others to trap the two of them. In the end, he and the vulture had almost recovered their spiritual power. They were surrounding and killing them, but now who knows what the ending will be like when it comes out, how can this not make him angry and angry, but it is already too late.
"Ah... I'm going to cut you two little bastards into pieces with a thousand knives." Han Songcheng yelled a little madly, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his long hair fell down, and he waved the gray sword in his hand. With.
Looking at Han Songcheng who looked like he was possessed by a demon, their expressions were completely different.
Zhao Jiuge smiled back,
Bai Qingqing scoffed.
Zhao Jiuge has no psychological burden for this kind of inhumane bastard. Maybe if he is asked to kill a dog, Zhao Jiuge will be soft-hearted, but if he kills Han Songcheng, who is worse than a dog, Zhao Jiuge will not feel anything at all, because in his In his eyes, Han Songcheng only meant a small amount of tribute.
With a slight smile, Zhao Jiuge looked at the crazy Han Songcheng. Before he could take the lead, he went up to him. At this moment, Zhao Jiuge's fighting spirit surged like never before.
In the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm versus the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, Zhao Jiuge was not afraid at all. He wanted a painful battle and wanted to see the benefits of actual combat!
Boom.
Before anyone arrived, the spiritual power fluctuations in the middle stage of the foundation-building realm came out first. The air dropped a few degrees at this moment. The golden spiritual power was mixed with ice-blue mist. Since entering the Cold Sky Sword Gangling Spirit, After his pulse was tempered, Zhao Jiuge became more and more fond of using his spiritual energy to weaken the opponent during battles.
Huh, a cold snort came from Han Songcheng's nose. His eyes narrowed slightly and then returned to their original state in an instant. He thought to himself that he had come just in time. He was worried that he had no place to vent his anger, and saw Bai Qingqing's spiritual energy exhausted. , he had already thought about how to torture the little goblin after killing the boy. Thinking of this, Han Songcheng's scarlet eyes flashed with fire at this moment.
Another violent spiritual energy surged into the sky, and gray spiritual energy surged into the air like rolling waves. Han Songcheng did not pay any attention to this young man who was lower than his own level. Then the two momentums collided together without any tricks or skills.
The surrounding trees were constantly rustling, and the green grass on the ground was bending its thin body in all directions. The momentum of the two of them is almost the same! Han Songcheng frowned secretly, feeling a little surprised why this scene happened. There must be something weird.
Fortunately, his spiritual power has been restored to 80%. Facing Bai Qingqing, whose spiritual power has been exhausted, and Zhao Jiuge, whose cultivation level is lower than his own, Han Songcheng asks himself whether he is confident that he can escape unscathed even if there is something weird. This is so He has confidence in his own strength for many years.
The technique he practices is called Dead Wood Jue, and the color of his spiritual power is gray. Just like the name of the technique, Gray Silence, he learned it from a casual cultivator when he was young and became a disciple. However, later when Han Songcheng knew about the technique When the man who was nominally his master did not teach him the second half of the technique, he brutally attacked his master and finally threatened his master with his life to hand over the second half of the technique. When he got the second half of the technique, he killed people without mercy and did such a cruel thing.
Zhao Jiuge moved his body, stepping on his steps, holding a green plum sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword diagonally, and rushed towards Han Songcheng with murderous intent. The sound of wind blowing along the way blew a few hairs on his delicate face.
After Zhao Jiuge saw Bai Qingqing's fighting style, he also liked this feeling, using force to stop force and violence to fight violence.
Han Songcheng watched all this with cold eyes. A young boy is just a young boy. So what if he has a spiritual aura? He is wasting his spiritual power in a flashy way.
When he saw Zhao Jiuge approaching and could already feel the edge of the cyan sword, Han Songcheng's spiritual power poured out from the gray sword in his hand as if it was about to come out.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
After fighting for seven consecutive times, the two long swords made a sound. When the last sound fell and the lingering sound had not dissipated, Han Songcheng's green shirt made a crisp sound, and the hem of the clothes was cut by the sword energy, and fell to the ground. On the ground, and even taking a few steps back, the long sword in his right hand felt stiff, and a heart-breaking cold air surged in his hand.
Han Songcheng, who was already a little crazy and could no longer bear the murderous aura in his heart, was instantly awakened by the cold air, and even the anger in his heart dissipated a little.
There was a turmoil in his heart. Who is this young man? Although his cultivation is worse than his own, his spiritual power is not weaker than his own. Moreover, his spiritual power is so domineering. Han Songcheng, who has always been cautious, feels suspicious and wants to avenge his subordinates. None. His eyes flickered, looking for an angle to escape. They were both awesome! At worst, if I leave Huanghualing, I don't believe that I have nowhere to go based on my own strength. Without my subordinates, I can live alone in this world.
With this thought in his mind, Han Songcheng had no desire to continue fighting to the death. While dueling with Zhao Jiuge, he quietly moved to an open position.
When he forced Zhao Jiuge away with a sword and was no longer facing Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge, Han Songcheng fiercely wielded the gray long sword three times. Then without looking back, he controlled the gray long sword Yukong and was about to step on it. Flying sword to escape.
How could Zhao Jiuge fulfill his wish? When he discovered Han Songcheng's intention, he frowned in displeasure. He quickly used the magic of the Sanskrit Holy Body, and the two-day golden-patterned dragon that was entrenched in the Dantian in his body instantly rose into the sky. After such After a long period of training, the two golden-patterned dragons have already recovered.
The roar of the dragon rippled in the air. Han Songcheng had already stepped onto the gray sword. At the same time, he felt the biting cold and danger behind him, but he did not dare to look back because he was afraid that if he turned around, he would delay his escape. , but with the sense of danger pouring into his heart, it was impossible for him not to remain indifferent. The gray spiritual light wrapped around his body, and he also used spiritual power to externalize the body-protecting spiritual armor.
The two golden-patterned dragons caught up with Han Songcheng in the blink of an eye. Zhao Jiuge's wide-open pupils violently bumped into Han Songcheng's back. The protective spirit armor had already been shattered in an instant, and then Han Songcheng's body glowed with spiritual light. He was knocked back more than ten meters, and the gray long sword suspended in the air fell down because he lost his control.
Han Songcheng fell to the ground in embarrassment, vomiting blood constantly, and a large dent in the spine on his back. Fortunately, his body constitution is different from ordinary people, there is nothing serious, and his life is not in danger, and the aura on his body has already been After dimming, he disappeared. The previous body-protecting armor with external spiritual power resisted most of the attacks and saved his life. However, now he is too weak to use spiritual power to fight, and the meridians of his body have been seriously injured. , after Han Songcheng, who was lying on the ground, found out his physical condition, he suddenly felt despair and screamed in his heart.
Sure enough, after a while, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, who had recovered some spiritual power after swallowing Xiao Huan Dan, chased after them, holding flying swords in their hands, looking at the weak and embarrassed man on the ground with unkind expressions. Han Songcheng.
Zhao Jiuge kicked Han Songcheng hard with his right foot and shouted, "You should keep running. You have done so many evil things to oppress the people and you want to run away."
After being kicked, Han Songcheng's body only trembled a few times and then returned to a motionless state. His face, which was already bleeding, spit out a big mouthful.
Han Songcheng twisted his eyebrows and coughed painfully a few times. He moved with difficulty, as if he wanted to get up. His mouth was open, and his lips moved slightly, probably because he wanted to speak.
Just when Zhao Jiuge thought that Han Songcheng was a bastard and still wanted to continue taking action, a scene that shocked Zhao Jiuge appeared.
"Young Heroine, please spare me. I will never dare to do it again. Just give me a chance." After saying this, his injured body turned over with difficulty and knelt down on the ground. Editing with hands clasped in fists.