Dozens of swords were pressed down from all directions, all of which were exactly the same as his sword moves. The coffin-like space was instantly frozen by frost, and an overwhelming coolness overflowed.
Cheng Qian secretly said that there was trouble, and the frost blade was short in his hand.
Sea Tide Sword - Turning the tide.
The fake frost and snow that had been rolled up by the sword intent seemed to hold up an invisible cover in mid-air, holding up the downward pressure of these dozens of swords in an invulnerable manner. The people in the mirror scattered and retreated together.
Cheng Qian didn't give them a chance to besiege him again. His body was like electricity, and the frost blade in his hand was spinning endlessly.
The people in the mirror are too dense to get close to him for a while, and they have to drag each other back.
Cheng Qian jumped up abruptly, stretched out his hand over the frost blade, as if he had a sword in his hand, waved his hand, "ping pong" a dozen mirrors shattered at the same time, each spit out a handful of black smoke, and quickly gathered in the air. .
Cheng Qian was about to clean up the shadow, but when he saw that the mirror was broken, many of the homeless people in the mirror went crazy and rushed to him again, one of them was cut in half by the frost blade, and it was still there. Tangled.
This happened to block Cheng Qian's path, and looking at it again, the black qi had disappeared.
Because of the people in the mirror's unrelenting reluctance, the scene began to become very bloody, and in just a few short breaths, Cheng Qian had already seen "self without head", "self without arms", "self without half-pulled body", "opening the body" Broken belly" and so on, the face of death without a whole corpse.
Fortunately, he is a heartless and heartless Ju Lingyu. If it were someone with a fragile heart, he might have been scared to cry.
Just when he was stumbled by many people in the mirror, the black gas that had just disappeared walked down the corner of the wall, and got into a small mirror the size of a palm in the corner. Come smile.
Cheng Qian slaughtered dozens of people in the mirror, and the blood splattered on his face was warm and fishy, like the blood of a living person.
Without changing his face, he nailed the last person in the mirror to the ground with a sword. The cold air of the frost blade formed a thin layer of white frost on the person in the mirror. There seemed to be a slightly creepy smile in the ruthless brows and eyes, and Cheng Qian was about to get goosebumps when he laughed.
At this moment, a cluster of black gas suddenly spewed out of the small mirror that he ignored, and Cheng Qian was shrouded in it like a fishing net. The black gas seemed to seep into the bones of a person. , locked every joint of him firmly.
Cheng Qian maintained the posture of pinning the person in the mirror to the ground, unable to move.
A vague black shadow flashed out from behind him, only to hear a male voice that was neither yin nor yang: "Oh? You are an expert of the Fuyao faction. I recognize this 'not good death sword'."
While speaking, a pale hand stretched out in front of Cheng Qian, passing the Frostblade Sword in a vain way, as if afraid of something, and then drew back his hand with cold air.
He chuckled in a low voice: "Sure enough, Brother Cheng, I heard that you were alone in Zhaoyang City, killing the Huanxi Sect Master. The Huanxi Sect, big and small, heard it, but they all clamored for revenge on you. Woolen cloth."
The black qi that penetrated into Cheng Qian's body jumped up and down with the hands of the demon cultivator in front of him, the demon cultivator seemed to feel that the heat was almost over, his greedy eyes swept across Cheng Qian, and smiled: "This body of cultivation is all about Give it to me through the mirror!"
Said, he yanked the big net made of black air, as if to rip Cheng Qian's Yuan out of his body—
This pull did not pull, the Mo Xiu's face changed: "What!"
I saw a cluster of frost quickly spread out from the end of the black net. Cheng Qian, who was unable to move, raised his hand and pulled off the black net wrapped around him. The frozen black net floated on him as if it had no weight. on hand.
Cheng Qian said softly, "You've heard that I made a riot in Zhaoyang City, but haven't you heard that I'm not flesh and blood?"
The demon cultivator hadn't realized what "not flesh and blood" meant. The black net was pulled by Cheng Qian, and suddenly turned into a whip. With a flick of his head, the demon cultivator was shocked. , turned around and turned into a mass of black air and drifted out, landing a few steps away in an instant.
But the sword intent of the frost blade suddenly lingered like a gangrene attached to the bones. Sen Leng's murderous sword intent did not recede, and it was especially scary among the flesh and blood corpses on the ground.
The magic cultivator fled in panic, but a sword light "drilled" out from a very strange place, and opened a big crack in his front on the spot, almost hurting the vital point, he gasped, and the next moment, the surrounding was surging Tens of thousands of frost-blade swords were raised, trapping him firmly in them.
The magic cultivator suddenly looked back and saw Cheng Qian's calm face like a thousand-year-old ice pool - that was something that mirror images could never learn.
It is like those legendary great powers who ascended to the upper realm, with no sadness or joy.
Seeing that he had nowhere to go, Mo Xiu immediately showed a ruthless expression. He saw his sleeves puff up, black energy surged up, and his whole body turned into a huge black barrel.
After all, Cheng Qian was not responsible for eliminating demons and defending Dao. After all, there were only a limited number of demon cultivators who had fought against each other. He had never seen such a means before. By the time he reacted, it was too late. The body exploded in an instant, and all the sword shadows around it exploded in an instant. Even the wall blocks formed by the feet of the ten-square formation were infected by the flesh and blood with black qi, and the sound of "swoosh" sounded.
The frost blade hummed softly, and Cheng Qian hurriedly retreated, thinking, "Well, if this puppet talisman breaks again, Senior Brother will have to kill me."
But the next moment, the strange ear shape in his hand suddenly appeared, illuminating the surroundings so brightly that Cheng Qian couldn't open his eyes for a while. When he looked at it again, the demon cultivator's flesh and blood had been completely melted—most of the demon cultivators had a way to seize their homes, and the matter of abandoning their physical bodies and seizing their homes was time-tested.
It's a pity that this time the magic cultivator finally kicked the iron plate, but his Yuan couldn't escape. After a scream, he was enveloped in the white light and screamed in horror: "Listen, listen!"
After that, he was silent again, and his soul was scattered.
Cheng Qian was inexplicably in the same place, seeing the "ear" in his hand that had arisen at an unknown time after this blow, it dimmed again, and disappeared into his flesh in a blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.
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He thought it was just an ordinary spirit formation, but he didn't expect it to be quite mysterious. Cheng Qian secretly decided that after the matter was over, he would ask Li Yun or Tang Zhen to find out.
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He broke off the wrench given by the ochre, and peered out through the mirror inside. He saw that in the two rows of candles, the white candle and the dragon candle representing the magic cultivator each went out. After a while, both sides had already died. one person.
Turns out he was the fastest.
Cheng Qian stared at the extinguished white candle for a moment. He didn't know which one of the great powers who was implicated died. How difficult it is to practice cultivation. Chance and talent, diligence and understanding are indispensable. One dollar, just died
He suddenly grieved that the rabbit died and the fox was hurt.
Cheng Qian put the wrench back on his hand and continued to walk forward, thinking, "I don't know what happened to the senior brother."
But after being separated for a while, he was already worried, Cheng Qian reacted, and couldn't help laughing at himself, "Could it be that it's like not seeing each other for three days?"
Suddenly, a thick fog rose up in the ten-square formation, Cheng Qian came back, and was teleported to other places in a blink of an eye.
He quickly changed his mind and said, "Yes, if a white candle goes out, it means that there is a magic cultivator who killed his opponent just like me. Could it be that he is the next one to face?"
Cheng Qian had just landed, and a tyrannical demonic energy had already swept towards him. When the frost blade was unsheathed, it almost brought a dragon's roar. The trick of "seeking up and down" with a needle hidden in the cotton was pushed out thickly by him, and the darkness It seemed to have hit something huge.
At the same time, the consciousness released by Cheng Qian collided with another domineering and rigid consciousness in the air. Cheng Qian's heart was suddenly shocked, and he recklessly flicked his fingers and drew out a slender flame, illuminating a radius of ten feet.
I saw the shadow of a black dragon fall to the ground and turned into a familiar person, not far or near, ten steps away from him.
Han Yuan.
The two stood still for a while.
Cheng Qian didn't expect that he would encounter Han Yuan so soon, he was silent for a while, he secretly thought about how to speak to break the deadlock, and then he couldn't help thinking of the white candle that had just been extinguished.
Cheng Qian suddenly realized that since the birth of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda until now, Han Yuan has come this way, which step has not touched human blood
Will those who carry the blood debt of their teachers and their peers just let it go
Han Yuan took the lead and said: "I also said that I would have to wait for a long time to meet the next person. The younger brother's decision to kill is really no less than our notorious nightmare pedestrians."
Cheng Qian flicked his finger, and the small flame suspended in his hand exploded in mid-air, forming a lotus flower shape. The array shone as if bathed in moonlight. He pulled the frost blade back into the scabbard without letting go, and the cold iron scabbard lightly knocked on the ground, then sat down next to him, beckoned to the biggest devil in the world, and said, "Come here."
Han Yuan didn't move.
Cheng Qian: "Are you that demon or Han Yuan? Tell Han Yuan to come out and talk to me."
"Han Yuan" sneered: "Han-Yuan, one day, I will completely remove that waste."
Although he said this, he still closed his eyes slightly. After a while, the tyranny in those red eyes suddenly became clear, and although his eyes were a little dodgy, the inside became clear.
The real Han Yuan walked up to Cheng Qian without saying a word, sat down silently, and said softly, "Little Senior Brother."
When the little beggar was young, he was not very good-looking. He was an urchin who only gave bad ideas and silly fun. When he grew up, he still couldn't be called a particularly handsome mark.
He is tall, but his cheeks are very thin. He is dressed in a dark dragon robe, and his temperament is always tight. He often wears two horns, so he is wrapped in a moody evil spirit. The man looks like a dog.
Cheng Qian raised his head and glanced at the ten-square formation, which was surrounded by clouds and mountains, and couldn't be suppressed. After a while, he took his eyes back, fell on Han Yuan, and asked calmly, "What do you want to do now?"
Han Yuan didn't answer, just looked at him deeply.
Cheng Qian said again: "Why did you jump into the sea in the first place? Why did you run to mix with the nightmare pedestrians? Why let the demons go? Huh?"
Han Yuan lowered his eyes.
Cheng Qian: "Tang Zhen said, if Master hadn't sealed the master's immortality, you might be able to get the name of Beiming from him one day. Since you are so powerful, why do you still go to the foot of Fuyao Mountain to listen to the sound of the mountain? ?"
Han Yuan suddenly gritted his teeth.
Cheng Qian hit him lightly with his calf: "What did you hear when you listened to the sound of the mountain?"
This time, Han Yuan finally opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "I heard the thatch flying on the hut of the unknown hall, Master's three-legged door table on the ground rattled, and there were big birds in the wind. Wings up, feathers flying, I guess it's a puddle."
Cheng Qiandao said: "Master I don't know how to teach us a precept for each of us at I don't know, yours is 'Rock', mine is 'Zi Zai', and he also said that the introductory homework is to copy the rules of the door. Ken wrote."
Han Yuan showed an expression like crying and laughing.
Cheng Qian asked, "Do you mean it when you say you want to smoke the little sister's demon bones?"
Han Yuan raised his head slowly.
Cheng Qian said softly, "As long as you say no, I will believe you."
When the two of them were playing together when they were children, Han Yuan was always chatting, Cheng Qianai ignored him, and occasionally rewarded him with a perfunctory "hmmm", but now it seems to be the other way around. But cherish words like gold.
Han Yuan listened, avoided answering, and said slowly: "Tian Yan's self-proclaimed hand is a tree with deep roots, and it has not been visible for many years, but what is exposed is only the tip of the iceberg. ."
Cheng Qian listened expressionlessly, not looking surprised.
Seeing him like this, Han Yuan said: "Oh, you know, then it seems that the reason why the master was enchanted, and the reason why the island owner Gu died unjustly, do you also understand?"
Cheng Qian: "I didn't ask you this—"
Han Yuan interrupted him and said, "Then, do you know that there were people from Tianyan place in Suo Xiantai that day? Except for the three or five people like you who wandered around, there are all large and small sects. "
Cheng Qian saw that he was talking about him again and again, and the nameless fire in his heart burned to the middle of his eyebrows, and he said word by word, "I didn't ask you that! "
Han Yuan said to himself: "Jiang Peng was introduced to the Soul Eater when he was traveling abroad. At that time, if he did not suppress the Soul Eater and fell into the ghost realm, he would become a victim like those ghosts, but you know who will kill the ghost. Was the Dao Gongfa passed on to him?"
Cheng Qian had never heard of this, but at this time he didn't care at all, the fist hanging by his side involuntarily clenched, his calm expression finally burst, revealing a deep anger.
"Master only said that he was the first resentful soul buried under the Soul Eater Lamp, do you know who the second and third are?" Han Yuan said, "It is fifty miles away from Fuyao Mountain, in Taiyin Mountain, right in front of you. Where I am now, in a little-known town, Jiang Peng went mad and killed more than 50 villagers in ten rooms and nine empty spaces. Only one family put their infant son in a basket and hoisted it into a well. I hid in the well for three full days before being picked up by an old beggar who passed by and wanted to beg for water."
Cheng Qian was stunned, feeling as if something was about to come out—
Why didn't Tianyan Office set up the Demon Slayer Array at the old site of Fuyao Mountain when it intercepted Han Yuan, but at the foot of Taiyin Mountain, fifty miles away
Why was there so many beggar children in the world that Master only fell in love with Han Yuan
"The child followed the old beggar and became a little beggar. More than ten years later, he was taken away by a master who thought he was a real person in a dilapidated temple. Since then, he has a yard to live in, cranes to play with, clean clothes to wear, and There are senior brothers who let him eat and drink every day, and Xian is not so happy." Han Yuan slowly turned to Cheng Qian, his eyes fell on his chest, and after a while, he said hoarsely, "A painting of a soul, there is nothing. already."
When Han Yuan's words came here, his eyes suddenly changed, as if Han Yuan, who was struggling, dodging and bewildered, disappeared again, and the tyrannical demon once again occupied his body.
He sneered in a low voice: "They are the hand that flattened the world, can we, the ants in the world, just let that hand rub? Since the avenue needs such a dirty hand, why can't I betray? Come out? Anyway, at this point, everyone hates me, and no one will forgive me!"
"No one will forgive you?" A string in Cheng Qian's heart snapped. He repeated word by word, looking straight into Han Yuan's eyes, "Who doesn't forgive you?"
Han Yuan's inner demon smiled sarcastically, and said, "Don't the senior brothers hate me? If it wasn't for me, the Fuyao faction would not have become the target of public criticism. How could the senior brother be infected with the inner demon because of the pain of lovesickness for a hundred years. , was I taken advantage of in the Vermillion Bird Pagoda? What about you? Don't you hate me? You have personally admitted the revenge of killing yourself under the thunder of the Southern Border."
"Eldest brother tried his best to wipe your ass for all the shit you did, so that you can return to the sect, you say he hates you?" Cheng Qian couldn't bear it any longer and roared, "If I hate you, I will never allow you to do so much. Nonsense, I would have killed you a long time ago and sacrificed the sword!"
Cheng Qian's heart was in a mess, endless worries about how this matter would end, deep disappointment at Han Yuan's refraining from answering whether he wanted to pump the puddle of demon bones, and the old feelings and memories evoked by listening to the memories in the mountain formation were all mixed up. together.
He suddenly threw the frost blade aside and punched Han Yuan's side face: "How can you say it!"
I don't know if it was a demon or someone from Han Yuan who didn't guard against his stinky beating with his bare hands, but he hit him straight, and there was a ridiculous bruise on his face.
Cheng Qian picked up his collar and put his knees against his waist: "How many times have I told you to tell Master, which time did you really complain? Han Yuan, if you are infatuated, you can Are you out of your mind?"
The tears in Han Yuan's eyes were blurred, and he didn't know whether he was crying, or was forced out of his eyes.
Cheng Qian pushed Han Yuan against the wall and made a muffled sound. He was puzzled and roared: "Who doesn't want revenge? Are you bloody? In order to get revenge, you have to ignore it, and you will make troubles all over the world. The chaos caused countless people to become the same 'ants' as you were because of you? Do you have to take the bones of your junior sister for revenge? Then why did you give her the soul-searching needle? Strangle her to death!"
Cheng Qian felt an indescribable pain in his heart. He was panting heavily, staggering and taking a step back, as if he was a little unsettled by his rare violent ups and downs.
He squeezed the knuckles of his knuckles that had been beaten blue by himself, stood stiffly for a long time, and scolded in a low voice, "You bastard!"
Han Yuan put his hands in front of his face, as if a bone had been pulled from his back, it slowly collapsed. Hearing this scolding, he slid down the wall and sat on the ground.
Then, without warning, he let out an unbearable whimper.
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