Volume Three Yinjiang Chapter 110 The Setting Sun Like Blood
Before Ruo Dong finished speaking, he shook his hand vigorously, and immediately shook the wooden flute attached to the long sword several feet away. Qingqing only felt a sudden numbness in his wrist, and had not yet recovered from the sudden pain.
Overwhelmed, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and was about to be pushed to the ground by the strong force.
Such a huge force rushed in front of Qingqing, and he was afraid that the moment he fell to the ground, he would have to spurt out a mouthful of blood.
It was Qingqing who felt his body soaring into the air for a moment. At some point, a light force quietly supported him behind him. Inadvertently, like a spring breeze turning into rain, he suddenly dissipated Mr. Ruo's strong force. Qingqing also
Before he could fall into that familiar embrace, he stabbed the white jade flute into the ground and forced himself to stand up straight.
Ziqin held Qingqing's body steady with one hand, and before the string sword came out of his sleeve with the other hand, a large number of West Lake disciples were bleeding in front of him.
Looking at the boys and girls who fell to the ground one after another, Ruo Dong felt a chill in his heart. He raised his eyes for a moment and looked at the leader of Linghu with some disbelief. Ziqin still put the string sword in his sleeve, with the tip of the sword not exposed.
However, the drops of hot blood falling from the sword tip dyed the cyan robe red. And among the young heroes who fell to the ground, none of them seemed to have been fatally injured. All of them had broken hamstrings or wrists, although they were not alive.
It was nothing serious, but the pain was so painful that they fell to the ground one by one, unable to even stand upright.
Seeing the neat wounds carved by the xian sword on everyone's bodies, Ruo Dong's hand holding the yin and yang sword trembled slightly——
If the head of Linghu really has murderous intentions towards these descendants of Xihu, then which of these young people who are about the same age as Qingqing can save his life just now?
Ziqin let go of Qingqing's hand, tapped the tip of the string sword on the ground, and shouted loudly:
"return!"
Ziqi's master and apprentice turned around together, and saw Ziqin using the tip of his sword to make a plum blossom shape on the ground. Immediately, the chess piece whipped around, and the four of them gathered together. Their magic weapons were unsheathed. In an instant, they were surrounded by heavy weapons.
In the middle, a "Three Plum Blossoms Arrangement" was set up. Seeing Ziqi and Qixue showing off a flaw, those West Lake disciples thought they had finally caught the loophole, and hurried forward one by one with long swords——
Unexpectedly, when the four-petal plum blossoms formed an array, for some unknown reason, an indestructible steel barrier was formed in an instant. With just a few "clang-clang-clang" sounds, the long swords in front of them were completely broken at the waist and fell into pieces.
All over the place.
The so-called plum blossoms stand proud against the wind and snow, blooming alone in the cold, which corresponds to the meaning of this "Plum Blossom Formation". The more thousands of troops and horses are trapped in an inextricable siege, the more powerful this Plum Blossom Formation can be shown.
Qin had been thinking hard before and created this "Plum Blossom Formation" in the ancient song "Three Plum Blossoms". He had a vague premonition that the situation in the world was serious, and Linghu's disciples needed a way to work together if they were to be outside.
Unexpectedly, today's world cannot even accommodate a small Shupu Pavilion in Lirong Mountain.
Thinking of this, Ziqin actually felt a hint of envy towards Qilang and Jianing - if all the sects of the underworld and the underworld met, I'm afraid there would be no so many old and new grudges, right?
It is a pity that among the four instruments of music nowadays, there are human lives and books of musical scores. Even if they are spread out in front of the Lord of Hell, I am afraid that the black and white impermanence cannot distinguish the right and wrong among them. Now that the earth is so big, how can it be done?
How can we tolerate Li Rongshan who hid the "Fan Ya Ji", snatched the white jade flute, and violated the ancestral rules without authorization?
While his thoughts were wandering in the dark, Ziqin's stringed sword split open the mountain with a "hidden mountain" move. It was really like Mount Tai cracking and the mountain falling sideways. The few black-robed disciples who rushed in front of Ziqin didn't have time to shout, and they all swung in unison.
Brush's throat was separated by a sword light.
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And it wasn't until the hot blood splashed on Ziqin's transparent skin that Master Linghu realized that the sword had been stained with the blood of countless people's throats.
In a daze, I just heard a scream of "ah". Without turning around, I heard Qixue's soft whip breaking, and several long swords were forced in front of me at the same time. Ziqi hurriedly turned around to save him, but it was too late——
The wisps of sword light seemed to be woven into a dense net. You only need to bite a hole, and the rest will instantly surround Qixue. Just as a dozen long swords were wrapped together, all pointed at
With Qixue's throat and heart in mind, Ruodong suddenly made a gesture, and the disciples who were constantly attacking around the "Plum Blossom Formation" stopped making noises in an instant.
Qingqing stood next to her master and could clearly feel the veins popping out on the back of her white hands, and the hot blood flowing under the transparent skin.
Ruodong looked around, his eyes lingering on the panicked Qixue for a moment, then turned to Ziqin and smiled:
"It's terrifying to be born after setting up Rongshan fruit. I came here today to see it with my own eyes, and I deeply feel that the master's teachings are good. In comparison, Dong is really ashamed." Ting Ziqin didn't answer, Ruo Dong just continued: "If Dong wants to
To avenge the murder of my junior brother, it turns out that it is easy for these two disciples. "Fan Ya Ji" and the white jade flute are each exchanged for one. Is this fair?"
Ziqin closed her eyes, unwilling to look at the current appearance of Qichuan and Qixue. This "Three Plum Blossoms" formation originally required five disciples, Rongshan Qichuan, Hengshen, Qilang, Qixue and Qingqing.
The five petals gathered together are what a wintersweet blooming in the heavy snow in winter should have, with the spirit of not being afraid of the severe cold.
But now, Linghu's disciples are walking away and scattered. Even if Ziqin and Ziqi are left standing in the formation, the departing figures will not come back after all.
Just when Ziqin's heart was burning and she was about to nod slightly and agree to Ruodong's "fair" conditions, she suddenly heard a cry beside her:
"Brother!"
Ziqin turned around and saw Linghu Ziqi frowning and shaking his head.
Ziqi turned his head and looked at Qixue, who was surrounded by long swords. His eyes stayed on the young disciple for a long time, then he lowered his eyes and said in a voice that almost only Ziqin could hear:
"Qin... Linghu's disciples are never afraid of death. But as long as the world is not in peace, someone must survive on Lirong Mountain..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white chess piece was seen passing through the dense network woven by the sword light, but it revealed a killing intent that was a hundred times more violent than those long swords. A breeze blew up silently and hit Qixue's chest hard.
Qixue's eyes stayed on her master's fingertips. She smiled softly, and the soft whip in her hand fell to the ground, then fell down without saying a word. The chess piece was embedded in her heart, and the blood flowed like waves, and all of a sudden the darkness of the forest was dyed.
famous.
A sharp roar pierced the night sky. Zi Qi looked at his hand, as if all Qixue's blood was stuck to it. Before the disciples could react, Linghu Zi Qi seemed to be going crazy.
The beast roared and rushed in front of Ruo Dong.
Ruo Dong never expected that Linghu Ziqi was determined to this point. He would rather kill his apprentice with his own hands than let the head of Lirong Mountain be threatened like this. He saw Ziqi with scarlet eyes already throwing himself a few inches away.
, as a last resort, he hurriedly took a few steps back, but before he could avoid the sharp edge, he saw a row of black and white chess pieces from Linghu Ziqi flying out, not protecting himself at all, but rushing straight towards Ruo Dong with an attitude of sharing the same fate.
Just as the chess pieces were flying in the air, Zi chess followed closely behind, flying behind with the sound of the chess pieces. When Ruo Dong saw this, the slightly panicked expression on his face immediately calmed down.
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Come down——
Linghuzi's chess sleeves were already empty, with not a single chess piece left.
Just now seeing Zi Qi's desperate style of play, Ruo Dong was startled by the ferocious momentum, and had to dodge left and right to avoid. Now that he had calmed down, he looked at Zi Qi's moves, but they were completely out of order.
, had already been full of flaws. Then he made up his mind, raised the tip of the sword, and the Yin Yang Sword did not hit the vital points around Zi Qi's body, but turned sideways and stabbed out.
Zi Qi stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to crush Mr. Xihu Ruo's neck. However, just as the Yin Yang sword was turning "Xia Han", the white light flickered, passing through Zi Qi's hand holding the chess piece, and even almost forced it on his shoulder.
The Yin Yang Sword was stained with Biting poison, and Zi Qi's open wound instantly turned purple and green.
Ruo Dong stabbed Zi Qi's palm with his sword. He was very confident at first and was about to let out a long sigh of relief, but he noticed that the sword body shook and the Yin Yang Sword shook in the palm of his hand and almost broke free and flew out.
His upper body was violently hit, and Ruo Dong couldn't help but take a step back, only to realize that Linghu Ziqi's bloody breath was hitting his face.
The hand that had been pierced by the sword blade was reaching forward with all its strength. Even though the poisonous sword penetrated deeper, it desperately opened its five fingers, clenched them into a fist, and wrapped Ruo Dong's hand holding the sword hilt in it.
That merciless force was flowing along Ziqi's fingertips, swallowing up Mr. Ruo's meridians and blood bit by bit.
Ruo Dong was caught off guard just now. At this moment, he felt that half of his arms were shaking violently uncontrollably. He was stiff and unable to move at all. And he was being firmly restrained by the huge force shown by the figure in green clothes opposite him. The bone-eroding
The power crawled into his internal organs along his veins, and was about to swallow him up.
During the stalemate between the two, Ziqi's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Ruodong's clenched teeth, and he murmured in a low voice:
"Qin...I asked you to come back to let you live...go quickly! Go quickly!"
There were two more "go quickly", and the "return quickly" in the letter on the rag strip was roaring fiercely at the same time.
Only then did Ziqin understand that the reason why the letter that made the pigeon vomit blood was written on a piece of cloth was because the situation was so urgent and dangerous that Ziqi could not easily find pen, ink, paper and inkstone. But this
The junior brother who has been a naughty boy since he was a child still can't change his temperament of not being afraid of the day or the ground. In the midst of great urgency, he still has a leisurely time and chats with the senior brother about interesting things in the mountains.
However, before I put pen to paper, I could no longer take my time and wrote the word "quickly return" in thick ink and color.
And when the chess pieces became empty little by little, where was I? Perhaps in the morning when I went boating on the lake with Qing Qing, or perhaps in the evening when I watched the Baihua Fairy walk across the waterway and climb to the high platform.
Ruo Dong only felt that Ziqi suddenly had endless power. The palm of his hand that had been broken by the long sword was almost sucking him into an endless abyss. Unable to hold on any longer, he finally shouted, and only heard
The sharp blade cuts through the flesh——
The tip of the sharp Yin Yang Sword slashed upwards, instantly splitting Zi Qi's palm in half.
In Qingqing's eyes, only a mouthful of residual blood spurted out from his uncle's mouth, splashing on Ruo Dong's head and face, and the air was filled with the naked smell of blood. Mr. Ruo held the sword in his hand, turned his head, and looked across the
A layer of blush searched everywhere for the figure of Leader Linghu.
Qingqing couldn't bear it for even a moment. She didn't care whether she stayed or went. As soon as the wooden flute in her hand stopped, a flash of purple light rushed into Mr. Ruo's eyes like lightning.
Ruo Dong raised the Yin Yang Sword high and was about to chop clean the flesh and blood under the wooden flute.