Text Nineteen Road Nine (27)
"Stop" suddenly appeared in front of the gate of Andian, one black and one white.
Chu Zhengyang took a look. Oh, why are you guys? !
"Before you kill Ruandian, first hand over the courage of Shang Chu Mansion." The black and white ghost hand Zuo Yibai said.
"I'm worried that the guts will fall back to Andian again, so do you choose to intercept this time?" Chu Zhengyang's mouth had an inexplicable smile, "How smart, how unfortunate!" He closed his eyes again.
Zuo Yihei drew his sword: "Yi Bai, stop talking nonsense with him, kill!"
"Yes, sister!" After speaking, the black and white ghost hand long sword and short sword rushed to the enemy together.
Chu Zhengyang, with his eyes closed, felt the attack, and flashed lightly, pure white flying, and he flashed the enemy's sword skillfully. What is this sword technique? Powerless and speedless, the only advantage is to learn from each other. How dare you be a clan seeking courage with this kind of trick? Not enough murderous skill is quite heavy. Chu Zhengyang felt stupid about his answer. Kill it then! He draws his sword to break the enemy's arm.
Zuo Yihei, the black and white ghost hand, immediately turned over behind the enemy, trying to attack the enemy.
This enemy before and after is really simple! Chu Zhengyang soared into the air, stepping on the long sword and short knives that came back and forth with his feet. He stabbed with a sword! Ok? Turned into water? The two turned into a sinking underground at the same time. It turns out that you still have this trick! His aftermath quickly fell to another place where water is coming. Is that the place where you appeared? If so, you will be unlucky when you meet my snowflake flying from Chu Zhengyang!
"Advise you to show your courage!" Zuo Yi said in white.
Chu Zhengyang replied politely: "Answer you sincerely: Jianghu rumors are not credible, Shang Chu Mansion has no courage. After listening to so many rumors, have you never heard of Xuefei Fei's Yang?"
"Huh, I heard it!" Zuo Yibai replied, "The countless charming playboys who are beautiful and charming!"
Chu Zhengyang was not angry, and smiled back: "How do you move a rock to hit yourself in the foot? I am worthy of your pure whiteness? I'm fine anyway, but the white spirit who scolded me is unforgivable. You can die. !" Without waiting for the other party to blink, Chu Zhengyang waved his sword up, and the beautiful snowflakes followed the swift sword, performing amazing dances, shining with vigorous vitality.
The black and white ghost hand couldn't resist this astonishing speed, and immediately turned to the ground.
Hmph, it's in the calculation! Chu Zhengyang's heart jumped like snowflakes. He stroked the elves flying in the air, letting them lift up before his eyes. Immediately, the two pools of water on the ground turned into ice and could not move. With the hordes of elves, Chu Zhengyang's sword pierced the ice into powder! Goodbye, beautiful girl!
too late to scream, the pure white snow on the ground was dyed red. Sucking on the fountain of life of different colors makes them feel surprised and enjoy. The indescribable hunger and thirst are exposed in front of the Andian gate, which has a deep meaning. It turns out that killing and power are so exciting! My lovely snowflakes, enter the Da'an Temple, which will be your eternal home.
On the high Andian city wall, another figure was looming. The smug smile at the corner of his mouth drenched the dark night, and the sword on his back trembled restlessly. Don't worry, we can only act until they lose both sides! Ok? His eyes fell on the other group. That girl? Isn't it the one who rode with Prince Lingzhao that day? Why did she appear outside the Andian city wall with another group of people
"My hunch is really not wrong!" Xiao Shangquan just came over with the seniors, "Brother Lingzhao is in danger."
"Chu Zhengyang just entered the Andian!" Quan Yufei said.
As soon as Chu Zhengyang stepped into the gate of Andian, he was blocked by a dozen Andian guards standing in a row. In this regard, he dismissed it. "Nineteen years ago, you should have disappeared!" He wanted to kill with a sword.
"The eldest son!" Manager Xue, who had been following him, also drew his sword. "The eldest son does not need to get his sword dirty, just leave it to me!"
"Oh?" Chu Zhengyang heard it and said, "Indeed, you should express your excitement."
Mr. Xue, who was about 50 years old, got permission and swept away with a sword. In an instant, the shadows of swords and swords flickered in the Andian. It can be seen that all the guards who fly over the wall are masters. Mr. Xue seemed to be old when he was old. He didn't move as fast as the guards. He was almost attacked by the guards several times. But he didn't panic, and without saying a word, he slowly and hungry day and seriously doing what he thought he should do.
After about a dozen moves, Manager Xue stopped. More than a dozen guards surrounded him. His end is here. Actually, it doesn't matter if you help me or not! I have always been puzzled by your identity. Your father's respect for you has also made me hate. Today I give you this opportunity to make you sacrifice for Shang Chu Mansion and give you a reputation for loyalty! Chu Zhengyang looked at Manager Xue who was surrounded by groups, and did not plan to go to rescue. Goodbye, Mr. Xue, you are only suitable to be in charge of a Shang Chu Mansion, not a country! Ok? what? Chu Zhengyang suddenly couldn't believe his eyes. What... How is the result like this? Mr. Xue, you... You are too strong! The dozen or so guards actually stayed there motionless for a few seconds before they all fell to the ground and died!
Mr. Xue slowly retracted his sword and walked to the eldest son: "Eldest son, I made you wait for a long time."
Can not underestimate you Manager Xue. Chu Zhengyang's eyes flashed with excitement. You really help me!
"It's really happy!" An Lingzhao appeared. Still wearing a pale blue shirt, he drew his sword, pointed it at the night sky, and picked out the full moon in the dark clouds. The whole Andian brightened up. His shirt fluttered in the moonlight.
"Xie Lingzhao Prince!" Chu Zheng said in foreign words, "I hope to have fun with each other tonight."
"The eldest son—" Director Xue wanted to stand up.
"No need!" Chu Zhengyang stopped the manager, "I will come personally this time!" At the end, he looked at the enemy's words in front of him: "I always thought that I was a rash man. I didn't expect the prince to be more anxious than me. My father, your son!"
An Lingzhao raised his head and said calmly, "Although I have not done anything to Uncle Chu, it will be a matter of time before I get rid of you. Don't bother to speak, let's get started."
"You're welcome!" Chu Zhengyang's feet instantly rolled up layers of white, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the enemy.
An Ling shot his sword against the enemy. Humph, what is this! Quick-eyed, he followed and blocked the palm of the enemy's attack.
Bingzhu, show your exquisite charm. Chu Zhengyang's palm was slightly pointed.
I have long known that the secret to hurt people is your specialty. Hmph, An Lingzhao's grasp became a fist, tightly holding the ice cone in the enemy's hand, and exerting force! He melted that cunning weapon without waiting. A long piece of silk came out of his sleeve, which was tightly wrapped around the enemy's arm. The long silk was turned into a well rope, spreading to the enemy's body, and tied it up. An Ling slashed as soon as the sword fell. You should disappear, arrogant fellow!
want to end so soon, I don’t think it is so easy. An ice cone grew out of Chu Zhengyang's body and cut the well rope. He jumped and landed behind the enemy, raising his sword and stabbing back. But the enemy has turned around to block. Worthy of being the prince of Da'an, agile enough. But I will never lose to you.
An Lingzhao's head dropped a giant cone of ice. He raised his sword against the tip of the cone and threw it at the enemy with his hand. Sure enough, the weapon still belongs to the enemy. The enemy had turned over and stood on the cone and attacked. Humph, come on! Suddenly, several pieces of blue silk came out of his sleeve, and the blue silk flew up into a raging fire, surrounding the ice cone and its owner.
As long as I firmly believe that this is a virtual fire in spiritism, it will not be burned. Chu Zhengyang was not afraid, he went through the virtual fire and raised his sword to kill the enemy. Oh, God helps me, the enemy is right in front of me. "Swish", his sword pierced the enemy's chest. "Ah—" he screamed. Damn, the enemy drew a sword from behind. The enemy in front of you is nothing but a phantom!
Hmph, spirituality has just begun! An Ling raised his sword and started his second attack.
Cut! Chu Zhengyang blocked it with one sword, but fortunately it blocked the second sword. An Lingzhao, you won't be hit by your spiritual skills anymore. With a wave of his sleeves, thin and dense white needles fell from the sky.
See it clearly! An Lingzhao didn't panic, the long sword swept around the sky, all the needle points were perfectly sucked on the blade. He shook his sword, and collapsed to the ground like needle-point cotton wool. Little bugs, how hard to get me! Ok? what? The sword in his hand turned into ice sticks, and the ice sticks were still melting into water frantically! What a sinister guy...
"Heh! Prince Ann, but so!" Chu Zhengyang waved to snow, a layer of snowflakes floating on his wound. After a while, the snowflakes dispersed, and the wound healed miraculously. "Hmph, my snowflakes, or poison or medicine, didn't you know it a long time ago?!"
An Lingzhao pulled out a piece of blue silk from his sleeve and stabbed the enemy with a sword. Closer, he rowed towards the enemy as quickly as possible.
very fast speed. This speed is probably the best in the world. Chu Zhengyang secretly felt how powerful his opponent was. Taking advantage of the gap, he raised his hand and swept a piece of snowflakes, and bounced towards the enemy. The snow flew towards the enemy's face with a gentle gesture. The enemy was totally unconscious in this chaotic snow. Humph, but so prince! In, the enemy is in snowflakes! He raised the enemy several meters with a single sword.
Che, got his face scratched! An Lingzhao felt a faint burning sensation on his face, and it seemed that there was a rash to overflow.
"Look at the gift your eager heart brings to you." Chu Zhengyang smiled, "Prince Lingzhao, you will die in Andian with the scar on your face!" He just finished his words and found the enemy. Without the assistance of anything, his wounds healed automatically, until no trace was visible on his face.
"Can you die with a single scar? Hey, self-treatment!" An Ling replied, "No snowflakes are needed to heal. For those who are overwhelmed, you won't notice what kind of myth has happened in the fast world!"
Huh? What do you mean? Chu Zhengyang looked down. what? He was startled, only then did he feel severe pain all over his body. In the move just now, the enemy was scratched by a piece of snowflakes, but he was wounded all over by the enemy. However, he didn't feel the pain at all.
"This is the limit of speed!" An Lingzhao said, "I never felt pain when I stabbed you. Why? Do you need me to give you time for your wizard to heal you?"
"So strong!" Xiao Shangquan and Quan Yufei sighed in unison.
The son of Ling shook his head and said, "If you want to subdue each other, the only thing is to kill. Otherwise, this battle will not end." After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on another figure. Ok? Who is this person? Wearing a light tights and carrying a long sword, who is it? Why is Wei watching the game here
"Huh? Isn't this Cong Xuanbin who delivered the letter that day?" Shangquan also found the figure on the fence, "He is the Youguo Messenger!"
Xuanbin turned his head, his eyes touched the spectator on the other side, and he immediately disappeared.
"No need!" Chu Zhengyang attacked frantically with his sword. During the flying process, the wound on his body healed quickly under the touch of snowflakes.
It turns out that this is the reason why you have to snow while fighting. An Lingzhao realized this. So can you really only eliminate snowflakes to subdue you? …
Huh? The snowflakes are gone! How can it be! Chu Zhengyang couldn't believe his eyes. Impossible, without my instructions, the snow cannot stop. An Lingzhao, this must be your spirituality. Don't want to lie to me again. do not care! Chu Zhengyang continued to attack the enemy with his sword. Look at the sword, you illusory fellow!
"Kang—" An Lingzhao Yangjian blocked the enemy's heavy sword. A lot of power, although it couldn't hurt me, but the floor under my feet kept sinking. Get deeper and deeper. Look at your arrogant arrogance in your eyes, huh, my trick is not over yet, eh? Damn it, the enemy's sword grew a sharp and slender cone of ice, which was all over his body. An Lingzhao immediately used the blue silk, tied the ice cone with the rope, and pulled it hard, causing the ice cone to break. He grabbed one and stabbed the enemy. Is the length not enough? Do not! The other end of the ice cone is a thick rope. He grabbed the rope, and the ice cone was thrown back to the enemy by him.
Chu Zhengyang turned to hide. During the flight, his sword unexpectedly touched the hey curtain silk. When he landed on the ground and stood, he found a dull of pure white snowflakes falling aggrievedly from the slit of the curtain silk that had just been pierced! Turns out... Turns out to be like this! The enemy did not use spiritual arts, but used a huge black silk cloth to block the snowflakes in the air. Che, it's hateful to use my mind like this. With a wave of his hand, the black curtain was lowered by the cone of ice. Ok? Why haven't you seen the elves flying all over the sky.
"You should rest!" An Lingzhao appeared beside the enemy. He retracted his sword and looked at the enemy whose whole body was beginning to turn red.
Huh? Chu Zhengyang was startled, the enemy was already standing on his left. Is it such a quiet and arrogant extreme speed? Chu Zhengyang looked down, ah... His whole body was covered with scars again! hateful. The full moon has disappeared, why can't you see the snowflakes when the silk cloth falls. Ah... My own blood is bleeding out. If there are no more snowflakes, the healing period of the wound will be over...
"The healing period is over, right?!" An Lingzhao took a few steps, turning his back to the enemy. He stretched out a hand, felt the breath around him, and said, "Indeed, these white elves are very cute!"
What do you mean? Chu Zhengyang couldn't understand why the severe pain forced him to use a sword to support his body that was beginning to become heavier. What was going on? His eyes fell on the black silk on the ground. what? The black silk is fading! Slowly, he disappeared without a trace. Ah... I see!
"As you think!" An Lingzhao withdrew his hand, "The curtain is spirituality, and the wisp of snowflakes is also spirituality. But unfortunately, you had a wrong conclusion in your original judgment, and it was still in the middle. Spiritualism. You missed Snowflake's treatment during your healing period. Hmph, Spiritualism is to put yourself to death with your own heart!"
Cut! I'm so angry... what a sinister guy! The corners of Chu Zhengyang's mouth also began to vomit blood. what? When did I suffer internal injuries? Why is this happening? He was shocked to the point of fear...
"I thought about it!" An Lingzhao smiled through the snowflakes that began to become thin and flying. "Snowflakes are your magic medicine. They can float on your wounds and make you recover quickly. But that seems only right. Your trauma is useful. For internal injuries, they may be powerless. Of course, this is only my guess when you killed Lord Kuoqing three years ago. Three years ago, I began to analyze your tricks and tricks. In order to verify this. , Just when you passed through the virtual fire on which the spirits were sitting, you inhaled the huge poison that I planted on. Facts proved that my guess was correct. You have no strategy for your internal injuries. Chu Zhengyang, give up the strategy of seizing power , I will place the Chu family in the royal mourning hall as heroes. Please rest in peace!"
"Prince Lingzhao!" Director Xue knelt in front of the prince on one knee.
An Lingzhao smiled again: "Xue Mingzhao, you have worked hard for twenty years of political supervision. The An royal family laughs at the world because of your loyalty. Master Mingzhao, please!"
"Xie Lingzhao Prince!" Master Xue Mingzhao stood behind the prince.
"Master Mingzhao will resume the position of Da'an Chief Guard." An Ling said.
What? It turned out that Director Xue... Chu Zhengyang realized that he had been deceived. Sure enough, you, Mr. Xue, betrayed the genus family! Humph! Ah... Chu Zhengyang felt a drug addiction in his body. Internal injuries and external injuries turned the pure white of his body into blood red. He finally didn't support it, and with the extinguishing snowflakes flying up, he slowly fell. Lying in your own cold snow... Why? Why are there so many ambushes around? Why are others more insidious than you think. I... Who on earth was I being used by? It's your father, you have known these truths so you have been standing still? Otherwise, when I was young, you taught me to be self-motivated! You must have known all this a long time ago, you knew how good they are, so... I finally understand you, my father...
Huh? Cong Xuanbin was shocked, not because of the battle, but because of the surrounding environment.
"Huh?" Xiao Shangquan and others also suddenly woke up. It turns out... It turns out that people are all caught up in spiritism. We had always thought that we were watching the battle in the Andian, but we were only in an empty dojo. An Dian? An Dian was in a distant place under the dojo, shining with a peaceful light.
Che, he was actually caught in spiritism from the beginning. I thought I was standing on the wall of Andian. Cong Xuanbin jumped down from a tree depressed. An Lingzhao, you are really amazing! But... I still won't let you go! Hyun Bin turned and left.
Humph! An Lingzhao watched Chu Zhengyang lying on the ground, "I want to rule the world so I am so self-righteous? Huh, giant poison? Even this little spiritual language has fooled you, what else is the dream of a world overlord!" He looked up. To a big tree, the full moon perches in the treetops, peaceful and happy, with infinite satisfaction. "You have been watching the battle there for a long time?!" An Ling said, "Youguo messenger? Go back and study my tactics. You can fight in the future, don't let me down!"
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