Ask Sword

"For this meeting, I have been planning for ten years."

Jun Qianzi sighed, "There are too many things to prepare.

Let Situ Zhi spread the disease, plunder lives, and weaken the dragon veins in specific areas;

Dig holes corresponding to the displacement of stars in the northern ice field, set up formations, and temporarily block the perception of celestial phenomena;

Detonating more than a thousand volcanoes under the endless sea, causing extremely slight changes in the water temperature, triggering the migration of sea beasts hundreds of years in advance, forcing the school to divide its forces and send the doctors to the East China Sea;

Assassinated the Turkic Khan, instigated the Jing State and the Zhou State, and made it Chen Jun's border, so that the Zhen Fusi had no time to care about him;

One pile after another is all for this moment——you have always had the habit of going back to your hometown alone to worship your ancestors' graves. "

Hurrah——

There was a gust of evil wind blowing outside the window, flying wine flags, knocking down stalls, and raising sand and dust.

Passers-by screamed and scattered, and ran into shops along the street to escape the wind and sand.

Li Ang stood in the middle of the road and didn't dodge. He squinted his eyes and fixed his eyes on the two people at the end of the road.

An old man in a brocade robe with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a saber around his waist,

A shopkeeper carrying a pole and a bamboo basket.

The faces and bodies of the two were disguised, but such a close distance was enough for Li Ang to judge their identities by virtue of his aura.

Yuansou and Yajiu.

Li Ang clenched his fists slightly, a huge force shrouded the sky over Xingzhou, suppressing the spiritual energy communication,

The two dared to appear on the streets of Yu State's busy city in an open manner, clearly intending to launch a thunderous blow to the head of the mountain. Other Zhaoming members must be nearby.

The head of the mountain withdrew his gaze from the window and said calmly, "Li Luanfeng?"

"Exactly."

Jun Qianzi nodded and said: "It has been nourished by various disasters for so long, and the current chaotic wind is enough to cover a city, a state, or even a land.

You can buy us two quarters of an hour. "

The head of the mountain was not moved, but asked: "Two quarters of an hour, is it enough?"

Jun Qianzi nodded solemnly, "That's enough."

Click——

There was a slight sound from the middle of the wooden table, and a crack appeared out of thin air. As time passed, it expanded rapidly, causing the wood on the table to warp and curl.

The whole table was split into two, and the two halves of the tabletop tilted and fell towards the middle, and the bowl of stewed noodles also slid and fell towards the middle of the table, getting stuck by the horned tabletop.

boom!

With the wooden table as the horizontal plane, all the restaurant buildings above it collapsed.

Bricks and tiles were flying, sawdust was flying everywhere, and the restaurant diners and fellows who had no idea what had happened, were engulfed by the shock wave of the explosion, flew out in a whirl, and at the moment they were about to fall to the ground,

He was held up by a force and lightly placed on the ground.

At the center of the explosion, the head of the mountain maintained the posture of drawing a sword with one hand.

The long sword in his hand hangs in the air, the blades on both sides radiate vast clouds, and a piece of talisman paper as thin as a cicada's wing floats in front of the blade.

It was this talisman that blocked the long sword from cutting Jun Qianzi's throat.

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The head of the mountain stared at the horizontal and vertical handwriting of "Ruoshui" on the paper, and in his complicated eyes, there were three parts of astonishment, three parts of sullenness, three parts of sadness, and one part of regret. "You wrote it."

"Yes."

Jun Qianzi raised his hand and touched his throat. He was obviously not hit by the long sword, but there was a wound hanging on his neck, and his fingertips were full of bright red.

Ruo Shui Talisman, the untold secret of learning palace talisman way.

Back then, Jun Qianzi rebelled against the school before he could understand the talisman, and there has been no news since then.

Goodness is like water. Water is good for all things and does not fight, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than Tao.

Jun Qianzi completed this talisman by himself by relying on his vague memory and amazing talent. He can write the true meaning of it, which proves that deep down in his heart, he even thinks that he is on the water of kindness, doing good deeds, and acting morally.

Tread Tread.

A series of figures came out from the streets and alleys, surrounding the ruins of the restaurant from all directions.

Half of his head is inlaid with gold, and he is full of bright smiles from the awakening monk Harvard;

Wearing a red dress, Mrs. Zhu is graceful, luxurious and charming;

Fei Lian and Yan Fu dressed as princes and servants;

Dressed in brocade robes, like a rich man's merchant sheep;

The girl Cymbidium spinosa in a yellow dress, Feng He in pitch-black armor,

Everyone's body exudes energy fluctuations in the Candle Heaven Realm, and even the chaotic wind circling high in the sky cannot completely cover them up.

However, the head of the mountain just sneered, and commented lightly: "The mob."

Hiding in Tibet, rats and foxes, if you are not a living person, you have to be a ghost. When Lian Xuanxiao is old and dying, he dares to ambush and attack. What is it if it is not a mob?

"hehe,"

Those who can be promoted to the Candle Sky Realm, who is not amazingly talented, and those who have survived countless rebirth and death, naturally have a bit of arrogance in their hearts.

Shang Yang clapped the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "A tiger can't hold back a pack of wolves."

Before he finished speaking, Lian Xuanxiao's figure suddenly flashed in front of him, his eyes were cold and gloomy, his pale beard and hair were windless and automatic, and the long sword in his hand slashed obliquely, hitting Shang Yang's neck.

Clothes, skin, muscles, and bones are all torn apart in front of the sword,

The long sword moved forward without hesitation, splitting most of Shang Yang's chest.

tread!

Feng He, whose whole body was covered in pitch-black armor, came rushing forward. At the very moment, he threw more than ten punches with his arms towards the edge of the sword, barely blocking the cutting momentum of the long sword.

The price was that he was bounced heavily by the blade, hit dozens of buildings, and disappeared.

Lady Zhu at the side threw out a slender red thread as thick as rain, passed through Shang Yang's body divided by the long sword, pulled and dragged it out of the range of the sword,

Then the red thread twitched, barely suturing the two parts of the body.

I don't know what secret technique Shang Yang has practiced. Under such an injury, he can still exclaim in astonishment: "How is it possible? You are also in the Candle Sky Realm, how can you be so much stronger than us?!"

"Candle Sky Realm?"

The head of the mountain took the sword flower, shook off the little blood on the blade, and calmly said: "I am not anymore."

hum!

The robe swung violently, and his thin body rose slowly. He looked down at the world, had a panoramic view of everything in the world, and he had some calculations in his heart.

In the city, no aura higher than Zhuxiao was sensed, and if You Qiong wasn't there, Zhaoming's ambush could be handled by himself.

click.

The extremely slight vibration came from the bottom of the river,

Lian Xuanxiao turned his head suddenly, looked at the hanging river on the ground, his eyes widened.

Shocked, stunned, sad, angry.

"Jun! Qian! Son!"

The roar of each word resounded over the city of Xingzhou,

Jun Qianzi looked gloomy, and said with a light smile, "Did you find it?"

Click click click.

Thousands of cracks were formed at the bottom of the oscillating river bed at the same time, as if something was lurking at the bottom of the river, struggling constantly, trying to escape.

boom!

Finally, the Wanjun high-pressure water flow from the Nine Nether River erupted,

It easily tears the river bed, rushes out of the rock formation, pours into the Yellow River, and instantly collapses the embankment.