Volume 3 Yinjiang Chapter 73 Gods of Heaven and Earth
"No." Although Gongshu Yi's voice was low, it still attracted the other three people to look at him, "This is Linghu's disciple who owes his life to the second princess and the third prince of Jimo. Today, he came with Yi.
I need to ask for an explanation in front of the idol."
His tone was not necessarily loud and passionate, but it still made the three men's eyes widen in shock.
One of the men was impatient. When he heard what King Gongshu said, he immediately took out his scimitar with a "swipe" sound, and slashed at Qing Qing with a little cold light. Qing Qing had been waiting for a long time, and saw that she was not moving an inch.
Purple light flashed in the palm of his hand, and the scimitar with great power was stopped in mid-air for a moment.
With the sword shining above his head, Qingqing's face remained unchanged, but his internal energy kept rising. He heard a few subtle sounds of "stab la la", and suddenly, a crack suddenly appeared on the side edge of the scimitar.
The man withdrew his hand, but it was too late. He saw the scimitar fell to the ground with a clang and broke in half.
When the remaining two men saw it, they couldn't help but turn pale with shock. These three men had an extraordinary status among the men in Yayamomo, and the weapons they held were naturally incomparable. These sharp blades were made of the first-class fine steel from the Northern Desert.
It was made, indestructible, cut from iron like clay, how could it be cut in half by a piece of broken wood in an instant?
Gongshu Yi nodded, showing a hint of satisfaction: "Brothers, you have seen this."
Just as he finished speaking, the man next to King Gongshu suddenly sneered and shouted: "She's just a banshee from the mountains. King Gongshu underestimates his brothers too much!" After that, in the blink of an eye he said:
He pulled out his machete and was about to strike at Qing Qing.
Grabbing the man's wrist, Gongshu Yi said calmly: "Don't worry, since Young Master Linghu wants to come, let's invite the statue out. It won't be too late for Brother Taji to take action." After hearing this, the Taji man let out another angry sound.
, rolled his eyes and turned his head.
Qingqing heard the frivolous words spoken by some of them, and the cold-faced young man kept talking nonsense, and he was already filled with anger. He wished he could quickly learn the skills of this Bei Desert statue and see what tricks Gongshu young man was playing. Only
I saw him suddenly bend down and mutter something.
He bowed his head and stepped forward, swaying his body like some kind of weird dance.
As soon as they heard King Gongshu's curse, the three men immediately lowered their heads and fell to the ground, whimpering and chanting loudly to the rhythm of Gongshu Yi's feet.
Qing Qing thought to himself, I have ancestors to worship when I set up Rongshan, so how can I kowtow to the god of Yi Ya Mo? So he just stood there, motionless. Seeing Gong Shu Yi bending down, step by step, he went up to the center of the tent and put his
The palm of his hand rests on the head of a tiger sitting in front of him.
The tiger's head bared its teeth and glared, which was no different from the golden patterns on the bodies of several men.
"The humble ants are lying on the ground... praying to Li Zhushi God for guidance..."
As the whisper fell, the tiger head's eyes flashed red, and the five fingers holding Gong Shuyi's tiger head were trembling, and the thick screen in the tent cracked. The barrier separated by itself, and Qingqing took a closer look.
, the stone statue with three heads, seven eyes, four arms and nine bodies stands right in front of you.
The stone statue is seven or eight feet tall. Although it is not as grand as the previous one in the main hall of the ruined temple, it is still exquisitely carved and has well-shaped features.
The three men were still lying on the ground, shouting code words loudly without stopping for a moment. Gongshu Yi raised the tiger's head, and saw a fierce light flashing in the eyes of the three men under the tent, and suddenly jumped up, surrounding Qing Qing in the center.
"By the gods, the witch still won't beg for mercy!"
Qingqing stepped on the plum blossom array at his feet, stretched out his wooden flute in his hand, and drew a "thousand-mile array of clouds" in front of him. The three men with tiger heads tattooed on their chests said "ha" in unison, making it clear that they wanted Qingqing to
One against three. For some reason, although there were many people on the opposite side, Qing Qing was not as frightened as when he was surrounded by Gong Shuyi's three dolls.
Seeing the strong man running toward him with a sword in hand, Qing Qing jumped in first and let the wooden flute break through the air and point it towards the Taji man's shoulder.
Unexpectedly, Ta Jihan had a tall and thick appearance, but he was very careful in his moves. He had just witnessed the power of Qing Qing Bai Yuxiao's scimitar, and knew that the witch opposite was holding a rare treasure in his hands, so he did not fight hard, but
He lay down on the handle of the knife and slid it along the path of the wooden flute. The tip of the knife was pointed at Qingqing's throat.
Seeing that Taji succeeded in his trick, the other two men slashed diagonally from both sides with their swords.
After many battles with people from the Northern Desert, Qingqing also gradually figured out the trend of the scimitar. Although there were three long swords shining shimmeringly at this time, there was no confusion under his feet. He clicked at the center of the plum blossom formation and repeated his old trick.
, leaping onto King Taji’s sword.
Different from King Tara's brute force posture, King Taji's blade instantly turned sideways and dropped the handle suddenly, as if he was accumulating power to cut Qingqing in half from bottom to top. He concentrated on his ears and Qingqing listened.
Seeing that there was still room for his blade to come forward, he calmly slashed forward with his scimitar and stayed in the air for a moment, then used the "Hundred Jun Crossbow Hair" to snap and hook the scimitars on both sides.
There was only a "snap" sound, and the two long steel knives were broken again.
The two men lost their magic weapon, and for a moment they were panicked. Their hands and feet were trembling, and they did not dare to fight again. It was not that the strong men of the Northern Desert, who were fearless, were afraid of the power of the white jade flute, but that they were under the gaze of Li Zhushi God.
Under this, the scimitar actually broke——
Could it be that the gods distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, and secretly guide a few people not to kill this Linghu demon girl?
Thinking of this, even King Taji, who was still insisting at the head, was a little shaken. "Let's cut this thing out across the sky and see what the will of the gods is!" Secretly making up his mind, King Taji suddenly flashed in his eyes.
With a hint of ruthlessness, he concentrated all his strength on his wrists, grasped the sword with both hands, and took a sharp breath.
Hearing just a few "chichi" sounds of the scimitar piercing the air, he was about to collide with Qingqing who was falling in mid-air.
Seeing the light of the sword raised, Qing Qing did not avoid it at all. He thought that since both swords could be broken by Yuxiao just now, let alone the single sword in front of him now? He had an idea in his mind, so he also used the "Long Live Withered Vine" technique.
When the move came, he turned around and fell straight down, but the wooden flute and the long knife were forced to fight together. In mid-air, there was only a loud bang——
Qingqing seemed to be blocked by some force, and was pushed aside involuntarily.
After landing on the ground, the two of them couldn't help but say "Hey" in unison.
If the force of the single sword was strong, Qingqing would have been mutilated with blood at this moment; but if the wooden flute was strong, the scimitar would have been broken into pieces. At this moment, others looked towards the field and saw that the wooden flute was intact and Qingqing was standing still.
On the ground, the scimitar in King Taji's hand only had a small gap.
When the fierce fight between the two was in full swing, the two men who broke the sword thought that the fox demon girl might have nothing to do with the misfortune of the Jimo family. But now the wooden flute in the demon girl's hand could not hit King Taji's long sword. Could it be that
Is there any hidden secret? I heard a few people whisper:
"Pray to Li Zhushi God for guidance... Pray to Li Zhushi God for guidance..."
King Taji closed his eyes and kept mumbling words. Suddenly he took a breath, and a faint fierce light emerged from his eyes again.
Although the scimitar with a missing blade was not broken, it was definitely useless in front of the indestructible white jade flute. King Taji dropped the long sword with a broken blade to the ground with a clang, a cold light flashed in his arms, and he actually took it out
A much shorter dagger.
The dagger was completely silver-white and made a sound when it was drawn out of the sheath. It was no different in appearance from a scimitar that was two or three feet long.
Before he could raise his energy to fire another move, King Taji looked at Qing Qing opposite him, but couldn't help but stop the move in his hand——
The fox demon girl was seen frozen on the spot, her fingers were trembling slightly, and her eyes were about to burst into tears.
The moment King Taji took out the dagger, Qingqing's heart trembled suddenly. For some reason, she remembered Xingxing's bleeding chest. In an instant, her hands and feet felt as heavy as being restrained, and she could only use all her strength.
Hold the wooden flute to prevent the only magic weapon in your hand from falling to the ground.
Looking behind him from the direction where the Zhushi God was looking, Qingqing felt all kinds of chills shooting into his heart.
At this moment when his life was at stake, Qing Qing didn't care about so many things. He clenched his teeth secretly and stepped forward with his flute. However, his hands and feet were stiff and difficult to move for some reason, as if he was about to be frozen in place.
My breathing was also blocked, and I almost had to hold my breath.
King Taji's short sword was dotted with cold stars, and its internal energy penetrated directly through the blade, and it kept hitting Qingqing's vital parts. Seeing Qingqing's hand, it seemed as if he had gradually forgotten all the techniques he had learned, and he was stunned from left to right.
I'm just afraid that I will fall to the ground and be defeated in a moment.
Seeing this, King Taji couldn't help but be overjoyed: Today is the day to avenge the leader of the Jimo clan!
Seizing the flaw in the wooden flute, King Taji passed through Qingqing, unable to turn back, and was about to pierce the dagger into Qingqing's chest. Only then did Qingqing come to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and saw that turning the flute's head was useless.
Then he used the "rock falling from the peak" move and pointed the flute body towards King Taji's thick wrist.
Qingqing couldn't help but open her eyes wide.
When facing an enemy, the "peak rock falling" move in the "Bi Zhen Diagram" is the most useful. The wooden flute is as solid as a rock, and it has never been broken among the magic weapons in the world. In addition, "point"
"Shiben is the most powerful stroke when holding a pen to practice calligraphy. This is a "peak drop". I am afraid that few moves can catch this move.
Unexpectedly, King Taji just twisted his wrist and did not dodge; instead, the white jade flute in Qing Qing's hand became unstable and flew into the air.
When Qingqing was shocked, he saw that the dagger was tilted a few inches, missed the heart, and stabbed straight into Qingqing's abdomen. King Taji twitched the handle of the knife, and blood flowed like a stream of blue blood from one side of Qingqing's abdomen.
Most of the outer robe was stained red in the blink of an eye.
Before the death of the gods, King Taji had already made up his mind to take the life of the witch, so he did not stop and stabbed Qing Qing several times.
Qingqing could no longer stand, raised her hands to dodge, and stumbled to the ground.
Just as the last knife was about to swipe across Qingqing's throat, he suddenly heard a voice from King Taji beside him:
"stop!"
King Taji raised his head and felt that his wrist tightened and was held tightly by Gongshu Yi. Gongshu Yi shook his head:
"The will of the gods cannot be defied."
"Killing demons and eliminating harm is the will of the gods!" King Taji roared, and suddenly threw King Gongshu aside, "Brothers, my ancestors have been members of the Jimo family for several generations. Today, I have to risk my life.
I avenged this bloody vengeance on the second princess and the third prince of Jimo!"