He Qingchuan and Jiang Ge didn't have a good relationship, they didn't like each other, and they fought every day when they were in the sect.
Slashed with knives, scolded, quarreled with anger, and beat with broken arms and legs. I can't wait to kill the other party with my own hands. But how to quarrel and how to fight is their own business of Jiuxuanmen.
When did it take the turn of the people of Jiuxuanmen to be bullied by others? !
When will Jiuxuan's grave be dug by others? !
"Who told you to move the grave!"
He Qingchuan roared angrily, jumped up, and the light of heavy sabers exploded all over the sky. In an instant, it seemed that only the roar and the light of the sword remained in the world.
Yet the black cloak just stood silently, watched silently, and listened silently.
Ren He Qingchuan's fury swept through like a gust of wind.
The mountain collapsed, the momentum of the river was flowing backwards, and the wind brought by the violent blade was all around my ears. The light of the sword swooped down like a galaxy, tens of thousands, like a raging tide, and the sound like a mad dragon.
The sword light fell, and the black cloak raised his head.
"yes… "
He spoke softly, his voice hollow and erratic.
"When is it, we should be expelled from this... land!"
The sound of the last two words suddenly became sharp, like thunder exploding on the flat ground, or like thick ice cracking on the surface of the vast deep sea, piercing one's ears.
The knife in the black cloak's hand moved.
The pitch-black knife cut across the air, turned into a long rainbow, and slashed flatly towards He Qingchuan, who was surrounded by countless sword lights.
Beyond the black mist, beside Xiangtan Lake.
The simple earthen grave that He Qingchuan personally built for Jiang Ge was dug up, and the tombstone was half buried in the soil, and the words on the tombstone only revealed the words "Jiuxuanmen Genmai". A man in a short suit stood in front of the tombstone, but his clothes were not in the style of Jin Tang, but rather like a warrior from the former Chen Dynasty.
There was a dagger hanging around his waist, and several formation patterns under Jiang Ge's body had been destroyed.
But to really shake a formation, it is not enough just to destroy the formation.
The eyes must be destroyed.
"Jiuxuan Genmai, Jiang Ge, right?" The man poured the spirits on the ground with the liquor in his hand, "Although it's not very authentic, it's not what martial arts do. But..."
The spirits were poured out, he clapped his hands, and untied the dagger from his waist.
"But I can't help myself in the rivers and lakes, I'm sorry."
As soon as the words fell, a bright silver light burst out from the dagger, turning into a silver dragon-like light and shadow from top to bottom, submerging into the sky cover of Jiang Ge's corpse. The moment the dagger sank in, dazzling light erupted from the remaining formation lines on the ground, and a strong Reiatsu also erupted from the corpse.
The man snorted, as if he had also been severely injured, blood slowly oozing from the corners of his lips.
His hands holding the dagger tightly, did not relax at all.
True Qi circulated crazily, pouring all of it into the dagger, and the light of the dagger became more and more intense, and finally only the sound of glass being shattered was heard, and the silver light burst out completely, like a ball of lightning rolled and exploded on the ground, a series of Amid the crackling sound, Jiang Ge's body was completely shattered.
Not to mention the bones, even the scraps of clothes were not left behind.
The moment Jiang Ge's body was destroyed, the dagger in the man's hand also shattered.
He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", fell to the ground, his tendons were broken, and he has become a disabled person. The ghost world around him spread over silently, quickly enveloping him too.
The moment before being completely swallowed by the ghost world, the man gave a short laugh.
The moment Jiang Ge's body was destroyed, the air in Jingling Terrace suddenly and violently shook, and after a low and chaotic hum sounded, most of the light of the formation was dimmed in an instant.
— This is the performance of the destruction of important formations.
The formation method pays attention to the whole, and the power of a formation method with a forced formation eye will be weakened by more than half in an instant-this is still a formation method with more than one formation eye. This shows the importance of the array eye.
When the light of the formation suddenly dimmed by half, He Qingchuan fell heavily from mid-air and hit the open space in front of Guan Zhiyu's body, holding the handle of the knife, he coughed blood profusely.
His strength is already much lower than that of the black cloak of the black cloak who does not know where he came from, and it is very likely that it is left over from the era. Before, he could barely fight against the opponent by weakening the magic energy of the black cloak with the formation. Under pressure, He Qingchuan's rolled-up knife light was cut one by one by the opponent's black Changhong.
In the end, that saber energy directly slashed on He Qingchuan's heavy saber.
The vision in front of me is a little blurry.
Tap, tap.
With the clear sound of footsteps, the sound of clogs hitting the slate, and the knife in the hand of the black cloak pointing obliquely at the ground, he approached He Qingchuan slowly and unhurriedly. Before that, due to the existence of the large formation, he could not really enter the range in front of the Jingling Terrace. He could only manipulate the magic energy to erode the Jingling Terrace from a farther place, and fight He Qingchuan.
But now that most of the formation has been broken, the ability to stop him is no longer that strong.
— no prospect.
-that's it? stand up.
—Is this not enough
The figure in the black cloak slowly approached in the field of vision, and the surrounding demonic energy gradually became thicker, and it would soon be able to occupy this open space. It seemed that Guan Zhiyu's flat, disdainful and careless voice sounded in He Qingchuan's ears again.
"Cough cough cough."
He coughed up blood heavily, his blood-stained face was twisted, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a grin.
"Who the hell can't do it?!"
He hissed and growled, gripping the heavy knife tightly.
He slapped the ground with his left hand, and He Qingchuan jumped up from the ground—just like this, the young man who was lying on the ground watching Guan Zhiyu go away in his memory also jumped up.
Come back to the fuck!
Fuck it and wait for her to come back!
He should jump up, he should catch up!
should...
It's time to draw the knife.
The black cloak let out a light snort, as if he didn't expect He Qingchuan to explode again. But He Qingchuan could no longer hear all the sounds from the outside world. The sword in his hand danced together—dancing with the young man in his memory who was beaten to the ground by Guan Zhiyu when he first practiced sword.
The light of the knife is unrestrained and unrestrained, mighty and mighty.
That is sent!
It was the sword technique that Guan Zhiyu used to dance with a cold knife back then.
What is "sent"? It's anger, it's condemnation, it's judgment, it's all emotions erupting like lava.
The thick demonic energy was split, and the fierce sun crashed down, bringing the punishment of God to the people in the world. Every knife light carried a terrifying momentum and determination.
It was the rolling thunder that turned the world upside down. It was the strong long wind that broke the pillar of heaven.
The rolling fire that announced the wrath of the heavens came crashing down.
In the last gesture, the heavy knife flew out of He Qingchuan's hand, and poured it down towards the black cloak.
It was no longer a knife, it was a meteorite flowing fire containing the anger of the heavens, falling like a rainbow.
The strength of the black cloak far surpassed that of He Qingchuan, but he was locked by the knife, and he had been dealing with it easily. He finally switched to holding the knife with both hands, took a step back, and dealt with it with all his strength.
Like a meteor colliding, or a mountain collapsed during an earthquake, the sound of thunder and rolling echoed endlessly in front of the Jingling Terrace. Demonic energy, dust, gravel... Just like the surface of the sea that the Golden Crow rushed into, they rolled violently, and the world fell into chaos in an instant.
He Qingchuan fell to his knees on the ground, his knife had already been dropped, and his true energy was already exhausted and about to go berserk. The situation couldn't be worse.
The clearing gradually regained some visibility, and He Qingchuan saw the black cloak being forced back to its original position.
But he didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries.
Is this the devil? It's no wonder that daring to participate in the plan to kill the ancient emperor in the Chaos Era and the Ten Thousand Immortals Era is indeed desperately strong.
He Qingchuan thought about it, but laughed.
"Guan Zhiyu, I came to you for the answer."
He Qingchuan said in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
He could no longer stand up, put his hands on the ground, half crawled and moved to Guan Zhiyu's side, barely sitting cross-legged.
The black cloak seemed to realize what he wanted to do, and wanted to interrupt him, but the artistic conception contained in the knife that He Qingchuan broke out with all his strength just now had a natural restraint on him, so he had to resolve it first.
He Qingchuan ignited his own sea of consciousness, ignited his own soul, poured his true energy into the pattern, and burst out a bright and magnificent ray of light.
He is integrating himself with the formation.
Transform into an array.
The space around He Qingchuan was vaguely distorted, he was refining himself into the missing eye of the formation, and filling in the one vacated by Jiang Ge.
— Now that's all right, he's not much better than Jiang Ge.
He can't go back to Jiuxuan.
With the zhenqi evacuated, the power of the formation was poured back into the body. In the pain like a fire burning the soul, He Qingchuan turned his head slightly and looked at Guan Zhiyu who was beside him.
He grinned.
Like wanting to laugh, but also like calling Guan Zhiyu for the last time.
However, the last cry was not uttered after all, and on the open space in front of the Jingling Terrace, the formation that had been missing and dimmed was lit up again. Like his senior sister Guan Zhiyu, He Qingchuan used his body as a formation to make up for the destroyed formation.
The big formation was fully operational again.
The demon energy that had almost occupied the entire space in front of the Jingling Terrace was instantly forced out again. The karmic fire surrounding the Jingling Terrace brightened up, suppressing the invasion of demon energy.
The black cloak held the knife and stood in front of the restored formation. He saw He Qingchuan's body burst out with the same light as the formation - that was a sign of the formation's success based on its body.
During the counting, he didn't make any movement.
In a moment, the knife in his hand shattered and turned into black butterflies circling and flying. The black butterflies flooded the area endlessly. The magic energy temporarily suppressed by the karmic fire seemed to receive some powerful assistance. Strong again.
The black cloak slowly raised his hand, as if he was holding something in the void.
Accompanied by his movements, the water of Xiangtan Lake behind him roared loudly, as if pale corpses were slowly crawling out.
The author has something to say: He Qingchuan went to ask his senior sister for the final answer.
In the end, he finally stood up bravely once.