Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

  Chapter 293 Low-key and lonely

  At this time, more than a dozen fleshy whiskers suddenly came like a shower.

  Ji Que flicked his left arm, and the Taijiquan roared and spun along with the flying ancient sword, turning into a gossip pattern, and with a bang, he held the blow.

  The masonry on the ground turned into powder in an instant, rising up like smoke, which shows that the blow was very powerful.

  Ji Que didn't feel much pain, because Ning Hongyu was under him, which gave him a great buffer.

  And Ning Hongyu frowned slightly, trying to push Ji Que out, but couldn't do it for a while.

  The gossip pattern formed by the sword body is condensed and never scattered, like a pair of the strongest shield in the world, protecting Ji Que's head.

  The wood continued to press down, and more than a dozen fleshy whiskers fell down, making a rolling sound like thunder.

  Almost at the same time, the pouring pool of water had already fallen, rumbling like ten thousand horses galloping.

  Everything around became majestic at this moment, as if to swallow everything, and Ji Que and Ning Hongyu were in it, becoming the only gap here.

  In other words, a man and a woman are fighting against everything.

   "Shangfeng, help me to the top." Ji Que couldn't help but said.

  Ning Hongyu said with a face full of pain: "Yes, but you have to move away first."

  Ji Que moved, but soon said embarrassingly: "Sorry, I got stuck."

  The next moment, he took a deep breath, moved his body, and slipped away from Shangfeng's towering chest.

  At the same time, Ning Hongyu's red demon knife was raised upwards, combining with the gossip pattern.

  Looking from here, Yaodao and Qunjian are like jacks, resisting the terrifying tide of wood.

  The moment Ji Que slid out, the Qianji Sword buzzed.

   Qunjian immediately responded.

  Whether it is good, bad, dead, alive, not completely decayed, or decayed to the point where only a sword handle remains, they all buzzed at this time.

  It looks like a desperate struggle, but also like a cry of excitement?

"bring it on!"

  At this moment, Ji Que's zhenqi surged all over his body, and his hair was automatic without wind.

  Wan Jian returns to the sect!

   As a result, there is a river in the deep pool.

  A river of swords.

  The water in the pool was broken, the waves were like snow, and the swords were dense, rushing straight to the log, colliding with those beards.

   Naturally, many swords were sacrificed in the middle of the journey. After all, most of these swords are rotten and dying.

  Their blades shattered and turned into fragments, drifting away like flakes, and soon disappeared, but each sword seemed very excited at this last moment, buzzing and disappearing.

   It's like a person who has been humiliated, and finally burned his life and found his own dignity.

  They also fought with their masters in fresh clothes and angered horses, showing their sharpness;

   They are trapped in this rotten wood, rotten, and the light is no longer there.

  But they are swords, a gentleman in a soldier, even when he is old, he still has his own dignity!

  Ji Que felt the intent of these swords, and his eyebrows were full of sword intent.

  The surging Jian River is like a school of fish in the deep sea, spinning around Ji Que.

  Ji Que leaned over.

  The ancient sword buzzed, and the decayed sword edge collided with these tough beards with an aura that thousands of people would go for.

  They were once trapped in these things, suffering terribly, but at this moment, they chose the most decisive way to end with each other.

   Rather than living rotten like this and being consumed to death by this ghost thing, it is better to die proudly!

  The shattering of each sword was like a brilliant firework, and even the tough beards couldn't bear such a decisive sword intent, and they broke one after another.

  The fleshy whiskers on the body of the "Three Emperors" were recovered at this time, overlapping and wriggling together, like an extra layer of terrifying armor.

  Ji Que stood where he was and raised his head.

  A group of swords wandered around him, cold and orderly, like the most solid barrier.

  The Qianji Sword emitted a faint blue light again at this time, just about to move, and the same was true for those swords.

  Because at this time, they also felt Ji Que's heart.

  Ji Que's intention is to make this thing disappear completely!

  The next moment, Ji Que charged forward in the lead, followed by a group of swords buzzing forward.

  Senhan's Jianhe began to swing, from round to straight, like a dragon wagging its tail.

   Those flashing sword lights from time to time look like bright dragon scales.

  The old dragon hiding in the distance saw this scene, his pupils were dimmed.

   This stegosaurus is enough to make it lose its color.

  The next moment, Ji Que lifted his sword up, and the sword intent on his body suddenly rose from the ground, and the river of swords under him also roared out, rushing towards the "Three Emperors" lump of wood.

  Jian Fei shocked the sky, that's all.

  The moment he approached the "Three Emperors", hundreds of ancient swords at the head suddenly ignited, illuminating the dark water brightly.

   Ji Que swung a sword in his hand, the burning river of swords was a sword, and the aura around him was also a sword!

  He has a close connection with Qianji Sword, and Qianji Sword leads the group of swords.

  At this moment, the entire space is filled with swords.

  He has become a well-deserved master of the sword, this ancient tomb has been completely taken over by the sword at this moment.

  The roaring Jianhe took the lead in wrapping the body of the "Three Emperors", charged forward, and fell.

  The beards that originally protected the huge body of the "three generations of emperors" squirmed at this moment, trying to glue them together again.

  But the Burning Ancient Sword didn't give it such a chance.

  Booming, like the sound of a waterfall falling and washing the river.

   This is a torrent of steel made of swords!

  The group of burning ancient swords collided with "Wood", and then bloomed, turning into a sea of ​​flames.

   Those pools of water were still around, but they turned into mist in an instant and scattered around.

  Amidst the sword fire, those beards were shaking constantly, curled up and made crackling noises.

   Ji Que stood in front of him with the sword of Qianji piercing in continuously.

  The flames illuminated his face, which was still full of sword aura.

  After dozens of breaths, only a bang was heard, and the fleshy beard on the entire body of the "Three Emperors" collapsed and fell down, revealing its true face.

  There is really a "person" in those wood.

  This person's face is covered with moss, like a damp old object, but his eyes are completely shining, giving people a sense of majesty that they dare not look directly at.

  However, Ji Que can't control these things. He saw that the other party showed his true face, especially a head, and he was in good spirits.

  Qian Jijian rushed forward together with him, and had already come to the side of this "true body".

   Immediately afterwards, there was only a crisp sound, and the head of the emperor who seemed to have not woken up sank into his chest cavity, shaking off countless moss.

  As soon as the face on the chest emerged, Ji Que launched the "Righteous Strike" again.

   With a bang, the head sank and fell into the belly, and the navel was squeezed open.

  This "true body" is quite fragile without the protection of those beards outside.

   With a bang, when its majestic head came out of its buttocks, white smoke was already emitting from Ji Que's hands, and his skin was almost scorched.

   At the same time, the group of swords that had been inserted into the body before became more violent, tearing the body apart in an instant.

  The flames of the burning swords spread, and these swords sublimated the wood with life.

  The emerald green pool water poured backwards, and these charcoal residues immediately turned into countless black flocs, floating in the water.

   At this moment, Ji Que even smelled a smell of grilled squid.

  Ning Hongyu swam up and stood with Ji Que.

   Ji Que looked in a certain direction, trembling his palms that were burned by the counterattack.

   True Qi surrounded him, isolating him from the pouring water.

  Ji Que walked through the pool, followed by a group of swords, like an elegant sword fairy.

  This kind of elegance has become the great fear in the eyes of the seriously injured old dragon.

   Over the years, this is the second human being that has made it so frightening.

  It swayed its broken body and decided to run away.

   "Want to run?"

  Ji Que and Ning Hongyu reunited in an instant, brought Sen Han's sword light, and chased after him.

   With a muffled bang, Ji Que and Ning Hongyu's bodies hit the old dragon's head heavily.

  Looking at the densely packed eyes in their heads, the two of them knew that the dragon couldn't stay.

  So Ji Que slipped his finger, and the Qianji Sword slammed down with the rest of the group of swords.

  The old dragon suffered from pain, swayed his body frantically, and flew upwards screaming.

  Beside Yanglongtan, Emperor Shengyu and Li Wang looked at the deep pool with serious expressions, and suddenly found that the water in the pool was rippling with countless ripples, as if something was about to break through the water.

"No way?"

  Just as King Li questioned, he heard a bang, and the pond exploded into a stream of water like a waterfall.

  A black dragon knocked over a corner of the palace and soared into the sky.

  In the darkness, no one saw that a young man wearing only underwear and a beautiful woman in relatively complete clothes were sticking together, and the swords in their hands were being inserted into the dragon's head.

   There were at least a hundred swords inserted into the head of this old dragon, and some of them fell off as it flew into the sky like crazy.

  But at this time, every struggle of it will bring pain like a thousand cuts, so flying has become its instinctive action.

   At this time, the dragon's head was almost split into two pieces, the dragon's tail was broken, and its body was covered with blood holes, with eyes protruding from the blood holes. It looked horrifying and miserable.

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  The old dragon flying in the night sky sprinkled countless dragon blood like rain.

   Some of the spilled dragon blood landed on the clothes of the girls in the brothel, which looked like some kind of strange oil, making them look even more alluring.

  However, what followed was a burst of stench, which made the girls scream and the guests fainted.

  The old dragon flew out of the capital, its body as huge as a city wall swayed discordantly, stirring up the surrounding air like flowing water.

   Some people noticed the movement in the sky, and of course it was the practitioners, big and small, in the city who noticed the changes earlier.

  With a bang, Youlong crashed into the sentry tower on the city wall and continued to fly.

  Ji Que knew he couldn't let it fly around like this anymore.

  Seeing that he had reached the outskirts, he made a deep dive with the Qianji Sword in his hand, and found a very thick dragon tendon.

  Then the blade hummed and changed again, turning into a huge black clip.

"rise!"

Roar!

  The old dragon's tendons were pulled, and he couldn't help but let out a deafening cry.

  The huge longan was already dim and irrelevant at this time, it wanted to fall down and die, but Ji Que gritted his teeth, grabbed its dragon tendon and lifted it up violently.

  When Ji Que used to watch movies, he often saw the scene of the pilot suddenly lifting the joystick to save himself from danger, which was very handsome.

   Now, he seems to be doing the same thing.

   At this time, the old dragon couldn't tell whether he was the flying dragon in the sky, or the scary person above was flying with it.

   Its blood was almost exhausted, half of its dragon tendon was pulled out, and it was floating around like a rope, absolutely no possibility of survival.

  The old dragon struggled, instinctively wanting to get rid of Ji Que's shackles, but now it is at the end of its strength, how can it have such strength.

  After that, there was a rumbling sound in the outskirts of the capital, like the sound of countless thunder rolling across the ground, and many houses were shaking.

   This old dragon has lived for so many years and has been living in seclusion in the deep pool. This can be regarded as the second flight of its dragon body, but it is also the last time.

  During the fall, the old dragon neighed one last time, and there was no more blood to spit out from the dragon's mouth.

  In the end, it died on the outskirts of the capital. Its huge body smashed the ground into a deep gully, and the ground rolled like waves.

   And its huge body is like a towering city wall that suddenly appeared here.

   After Ji Que and Ning Hongyu got off the dragon, they both felt a sense of weakness.

  For Ji Que, such things as dragon slaying only appeared in the novels and animations he had read before, and he never thought that one day he would do such a thing himself.

  Ning Hongyu's opened left eye was bleeding, and she quickly wiped it clean.

   It was agreed to just go to see the situation, but the dragon was killed by accident.

  The first ones to arrive here were naturally the emperor and Li Wang who had been prepared for a long time.

  They originally wanted to keep this matter low-key, but unexpectedly, an old dragon flew into the sky and fell, and they kept a low-key loneliness.

   I am afraid that within a day, practitioners inside and outside the entire capital will know about this kind of thing.

   But looking at the dragon corpse with black air all over its body and eyes full of eyes, they felt that the stone in their hearts had fallen to the ground again.

  If this thing is not removed for a day, I am afraid they will never sleep and eat in peace.

  However, Sheng Yu thought that dragon slaying should be his role, but he didn't expect these two scouting forwards to do everything.

  Sheng Yu took Li Wang to find Ji Que and Ning Hongyu. Looking at the pulled out dragon tendons, Sheng Yu couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You are much stronger than I imagined."

  Ning Hongyu didn't claim credit, and said, "It's all his contribution, I'm just supporting."

  Ji Que sighed: "It's just a coincidence, I borrowed some external force, otherwise I would have a headache if I escaped."

   As he said that, the flying swords that had been inserted into the dragon's head flew towards him one after another, quietly floating around him.

  Hundreds of swords floated beside him like guards, forming a scene of incomparable solemnity, which moved the emperor and King Li a little.

   "Is this the sword from Hanchi Palace?" the emperor thought.

  According to the dossiers handed down, part of the structure of Yanglongtan was recorded. Among them was a palace named "Hanchi Palace", which was filled with swords that the third generation emperor collected from all over the world, but now it appears here.

  One person controlling a hundred swords is something that even the grand master, Emperor Sheng Yuan, could not do.

  He can bind hundreds of swords with true essence silk to use for offense and defense, but that is just a sword controlled by true essence silk, not Ji Que's freehand sword.

  Ji Que looked at these swords and felt a little emotional for a while.

  Thousands of ancient swords, now only a hundred are left, and half of them are rotten. It is not easy to float around him now.

  He felt that he might not forget those swords for a long time, nor would he forget the scene surrounded by thousands of swords.

  Perhaps, this is the only experience of Yu Qianjian in his life.

  (end of this chapter)