The old man said that if a sharp weapon is stained with 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 the frost blade saw blood, although Cheng Qian was still unable to condense 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 would not be able to use the sword.
A few masked people did not expect that a stinky little brat could be so stubborn. After a while, they made gestures that some people could not understand, and then they gave up on others, and brushed Cheng Qian together. Surrounded by a group.
Cheng Qian slowly let out a breath, almost feeling that what he spit out was a mouthful of white frost.
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, which was thanks to chasing him every day 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 deliberately led the masked men to the side away from the puddles and the others, but just when he seemed to have some energy left, he suddenly stumbled 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.
Cheng Qian couldn't care about the pain anymore, and there was a "hum" in his mind - 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 was in its place. List seven great talismans, 1808 hooks, how can the spiritual energy dissipate so easily? Xue Qing must have encountered something life-threatening.
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 family letter that the senior brother asked Xiaoyueer and the others to bring back last year.
And Fuyao Mountain
For a time, no matter how calm Cheng Qian was, he couldn't help but panic. Many incidents poured 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 - even if there were too many ants, they would bite. Dead Elephant, not to mention that none of these masked people are weak, Yan Zhengming may not have been in the condensed realm for long, he can hold the sword so stably, maybe he has performed exceptionally in a crisis situation.
Tian Zhengming was killed by masked men incessantly. Every time he was killed, his face turned pale. 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 up and down, there is a sign of backlash in an instant.
As Cheng Qian swayed, he had the illusion that he was independent from the surging sea of the ages. The sea in front of him seemed to come from the desolate and dull Beiming. Suddenly, some unreasonable grief and anger surged in his chest - it is a weapon, why should it be slandered by the world
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 a buzzing sound rubbed Cheng Qian's ears and flew past, only to hear a crisp "ding", a soul search needle flew towards a masked man, and the masked man's sword wind was almost smashed. The clothes on Cheng Qian's chest were forced 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 consumed 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. It's coming 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-searching 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 shot.
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 support Yu Jian anymore, he spilled a lot of points, and suddenly fell from the air. Li Yun hurriedly pinched a hand trick, and a layer of transparent net suddenly rose on the ground. face down.
Yan Zhengming half-knelt on the ground, shook for a moment, and lost his strength for a while.
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. He used the gloomy aura of this peerless weapon to force a circle of masked people back in one fell swoop. He felt pain like needles pierced through his limbs, as if he had been drained of his true essence by a spell countless times—Cheng Qian knew in his heart that this was the case. The meridians are no longer loaded.
However, at this time, even if he can't handle it, how can he evade
Cheng Qian's mouth was full of the smell of rust, and he used the Frost Blade Sword to prop up the ground without hesitation. He was not afraid to break this famous sword. The Frost Blade Sword screeched and bounced him back. He made a sword, but the sword move was not old, and he was no longer able to sustain it. The sword wind that was protecting him suddenly dissipated, and countless sharp weapons were pressed on the frost blade, which almost meant that he would be slashed by a thousand swords.
It is too late for others to help.
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Presumptuous!"
Then, an upright but gentle force swept in, effortlessly swept away the several sword winds that were pressing on Cheng Qian, but did not hurt him in the slightest.
Cheng Qian's whole body lightened and he fell straight down, only to be caught by Yan Zhengming.
Yan Zhengming didn't know how he rushed over. When the sharp weapons almost fell on Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming's heart fell heavily from his chest, and the fall almost broke his heart.
Cheng Qian lost a moment of consciousness at that time, but luckily it didn't take long. When his scattered eyes were focused again, he found that the dense crowd of masked people on the entire pier seemed to be swept away, and it was empty. In the blockbuster, there were people who fell not far away crying their parents and shouting that they couldn't get up, and some had already fallen into the sea.
At the same time, he also found that he was still clasping the frost-blade sword tightly in his hand, and he really didn't let go.
Just as Cheng Qian was about to get up, he was unquestionably pressed back by an arm. Without turning his ears, he could hear Yan Zhengming's heart beating wildly. He half-knelt on the ground and hugged Cheng Qian tightly, his hands trembling all the time. He opened his eyes before heaving a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Don't move!"
Tang Wanqiu fell to the side, wanting to come to and Zhou Hanzheng did not take advantage of it, her face was sallow, and she was probably injured.
However, despite this, she raised her head and saw the rescuer, but there was not much joy on her face, but even more worry, and said in a low voice: "Island Lord."
Zhou Hanzheng glanced at Tang Wanqiu coldly. He probably wrote down the account of this crazy woman in his heart. When he turned his face, he looked like a spring breeze. He pretended to be reserved and gently shook his hand. Thinking about the fan again, the Qinglong Island Master, who was rushing on a huge reef, clasped his fists and said, "See the Island Master."
The island owner didn't even look at him, turned to Tang Wanqiu and said, "Late Qiu, bring those children here, I didn't think enough."
Tang Wanqiu didn't say anything, turned back weakly and gave Yan Zhengming a "follow up" look, and walked up the small stone steps behind the reef.
Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, and was about to get up by the arm of his senior, but was pressed back by Yan Zhengming again.
Immediately, he found that his whole body was suddenly suspended in the air, and he was actually picked up by his senior brother.
Cheng Qianlai, who was not sober, was instantly awake from fear. Like a puppy that fell from a height, he stretched out his hand and scratched a few times, nervously grabbing Yan Zhengming's shoulder, lest he would let him The delicate and weak senior brother fell, and he might not die, but where he landed was a problem.
Yan Zhengming was frightened to death by him just now, but his face didn't calm down, and his heart was on fire, and he said sharply: "Be honest!"
Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, then stiffened into a stone, allowing him to move it.
The island owner Sen Ran's eyes softened slightly, he looked at Yan Zhengming, and finally his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's sword.
The island owner's pupils shrank slightly, staring at the blood frost above him for a while, then turned around and glanced around aimlessly, as if he was looking for someone - but apart from the sea and the sky, the charm Reef, he found nothing.
The island owner withdrew his gaze and sighed slightly. The mighty pressure dissipated, and he returned to a poor and sour scholar with a sad face. He turned around and said, "Let's go back."
Several masked people saw it and were about to chase after him, but Zhou Hanzheng raised his hand and stopped him.
Zhou Han was staring at the back of the Qinglong Island Master with a smile on his face, and what he said was really cold: "Who is Gu Yanxue, and what are you? Who died?"
Tang Wanqiu didn't go far when he heard these words. He glanced back bitterly, and said, "Island owner, why do such villains with the surname Zhou still stay and kill them early!"
The island owner didn't turn his head, and walked in front of him.
Speaking of which, there are people in the Kyushu cultivation who do not know the Prime Minister of the Son of Heaven, but no one does not know about Qinglong Island. The major immortals are all treasured, and many of the scattered cultivators who seek immortality have no door to enter the immortal door from the lecture hall on Qinglong Island. , The island owner not only has a profound cultivation base, but was once known as the "Master of the World".
Ordinary people pay attention to "the emperor of heaven and earth, relatives and teachers", but most people in Xianmen have long lifespan, weak kinship, and without "kiss", they are unwilling to bow their heads to the mortal emperor and become ministers. Master of Heaven and Earth" San Chang, the teacher's door is more valuable than the family door, which shows the weight of the four words "the teacher of the world".
Speaking out, who would believe that Gu Yanxue, the dignified owner of Qinglong Island and the head of the Four Sages, would be so shabby and angry
Among the Four Sages, the Qinglong Island Lord may not be the highest Taoist, but he has always been tacitly regarded as the head of the Four Sages. Naturally, this is the reason.
Several people rushed all the way to the vicinity of the large wharf of Qinglong Island, where the battle had already formed a group.
It turned out that the night patrol and the disciples who were missing on the island were all here, and they were fighting with another group of people.
The ten years of Qinglong Island's ten-year immortal city is a major event in the world of immortals. Which famous and decent powerhouse is here to be disrespectful? However, the comers are not good. The sea is already turbulent, and countless large ships are looming between the sky and sea in the dark, and the little fluorescent lights of the swordsman float in the air like a star, and the waves are terrifying.
Taking a closer look, it was as rumored by those Broken Mouth Loose Cultivators that a Flood Dragon figure shuttled through it!
As if it was safer to be with the island master of Qinglong, Li Yun finally came back from the panic, and Bo Wen knew it again, and said, "That's not Qinglong, Qinglong is an ancient beast, how can it be in the world? It's just a monster. , Strange, aren't the flooded monsters only found in the West Palace? Why did they come to the East China Sea?"
Han Yuan said: "Maybe which magic cultivator stole it."
Li Yun pondered for a moment, poured True Yuan into his eyes, looked at it with all his might, and said in amazement, "Panlong Banner—there is a Panlong Banner from the Westbound Palace on that boat! But how could the Westbound Palace be?"
Qinglong Island and the West Palace are among the top ten sects. They are located in remote areas. They always pay attention to escaping from the world and practice. They don’t mix things up.
His voice fell, and the island master of Qinglong suddenly let out a long roar, and the big flood dragon, which was almost invincible at sea, heard the sound and fell into the water. It seemed to calm down for a while.
The two sides stopped involuntarily, and the crowd made way for a passage. The island owner stepped forward and said loudly: "All the Daoists from the West Palace are visiting late at night, and they are so mobilized. Do you have any advice?"
Hearing the sound of a horn, the densely packed ships suddenly separated from each other. A large Panlong ship almost emerged from the bottom of the sea where it was too dark to see the depth. The old man with white hair and beard was at the bow. There was an air that was about to die, but it was still powerful, his eyes were real, and he swept away in the crowd, and said, "Gu Yanxue, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you, the master of Qinglong Island, have not diminished. "
The island owner frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Bai Ji is polite."
Yan Zhengming, the head of the sect, is quite an idle cloud and a wild crane. Except for the memorabilia of several island records when he first arrived at Qinglong Island, he did not take everything else to heart. He heard the words and asked in a low voice, "Who is Bai Ji?"
Li Yun whispered to him and said: "The palace lord of the West Palace, I heard that he is almost a thousand years old. In the past, there were often rumors that he would be the next immortal from the Kyushu. It's over."
Cheng Qian took a sigh of relief, struggled to push Yan Zhengming away, got up by himself, and heard the words strangely: "Second Senior Brother, how do you know everything?"
"Shut up, it's none of your business." Yan Zhengming immediately forgot to find out who Fangsheng Bai Ji was, lowered his head and pinched Cheng Qian's pulse, frowning to check his injury.
The coming and going of the two great powers in this world has already caused an uproar among the crowd. A group of loose cultivators in the lecture hall who are watching the fun and do not think it is a big deal are bold, and they have climbed to the surrounding trees and rocks. Looking at the discussion.
I just heard the island owner calmly ask: "If there are people coming from the West Palace, why don't you go to the pilgrimage first? Although my island is only a wild and remote place, is it possible that you don't know how to treat guests? What means?"
The Panlong Ship was approaching in a blink of an eye, Bai Ji said: "Bai is not here to visit, five years ago, my unreal grandson left home for a trip, and when he heard that the immortal market in Guidao was lively, he went with all the Taoist friends. Come here, I want to join in the fun, and then in the communication palace, it is said that I have seen the Guidao Lecture Hall, and I want to gain more knowledge, so I worship the Lecture Hall as a loose cultivator, and there is no news in the past few years. I thought he was cultivating in Guidao, but a few days ago, my grandson's life lamp in the palace suddenly went out. I called his soul by the method of searching for his soul, but I couldn't find it everywhere. Only then did I know that he ,he"
When Bai Ji said this, he was so choked up that he couldn't speak any longer.
Han Yuan frowned slightly when he heard it. He was different from his brothers who didn't hear anything outside the window. He belonged to the master who had to know about big things and small things. Gossip and rumors about the three mice and four eyes on the island had to be taken from him. He read it in his ears, and he had never heard of people dying in the lecture hall.
As soon as the island owner waved his hand, a disciple trotted all the way to him, held a book with both hands, and asked Bai Ji, "I don't know how to make Sun Ming taboo?"
Bai Ji tried his best to suppress his grief, and said in a trembling voice, "Shang Yan and give a gift."
The island owner threw the roster into the air, lifted his lips slightly, and read something, only to see a thick roster quickly turned from beginning to end, without stopping once, the back of the book was turned up, and it fell down.
The disciple on the side said: "Island owner, Bai Yanli has not been registered in the lecture hall."
Someone not far away said, "Or a pseudonym."
Tang Wanqiu, who was standing beside him, answered, "Furious, what place do you think of as Qinglong Island, where you are allowed to mix in with a pseudonym? If it wasn't for the real name, the root wouldn't appear on the roster!"
As soon as she opened her mouth, the people around her could feel that something was wrong. Sure enough, Bai Ji was furious when he heard it, and his hair and beard were all stretched out: "What do you mean?"
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