Chapter 350: Floating Life and Drunken Mountains and Rivers Falling
Qianchao snorted coldly, with two cold rays of light shooting out of his eyes, and said to Mu Yanqing scorchingly: "Mu Yanqing! Do you, Hongshaoying, really want to be my enemy?"
Mu Yanqing said calmly: "If they don't become your enemy, can you let them go?"
Qian Chao laughed wildly and said: "Mu Yanqing, your realm has not even reached the eighth realm. One more of you is not more, one less of you is not more. How can those dozen women behind you change the situation of the battle? Nothing more than that.
It’s just that more people will die..."
Mu Yanqing's expression turned cold and she scolded: "Then I'll show you who will die!"
As she said that, she exerted a little force with her hands, and the flaming red oil-paper umbrella spun out, like red peony flowers rippling in the air, and headed straight towards Qian Chao.
Soft and quick, it arrives in the blink of an eye.
Qianchao's body was slightly turned sideways, and the oil-paper umbrella was only two inches away from his chest, rotating and passing by.
The oil-paper umbrella didn't stop, missed the hit, and spun up again, turned back, and rushed towards Qian Chao again.
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Qianchao sneered: "It's interesting!"
But I saw the oil-paper umbrella rotating and turning back, its whole body exuding a fiery red shimmer, dizzying and charming.
Although it looked very beautiful, it contained an aura of danger that could not be ignored. The oil-paper umbrella emitted a fiery red light, and instantly turned back and spun in front of Qian Chao. The next moment, a sharp whistling sound hit Qian Chao's chest.
"Qiang——", seeing the oil paper umbrella whirling and whirling, it could split Qian Chao's chest, but suddenly it flew between Qian Chao's chest and the oil paper umbrella?
A black light shot up and was instantly blocked by the rotating oil-paper umbrella.
After the roaring impact, the fiery red soft light of the oil-paper umbrella actually became much lighter. Not only that, but to the naked eye, traces of black air could be seen mixed with the fiery red soft light, making it look very ugly.
Mu Yanqing's pretty face changed slightly, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a flash of red light rushed to the fiery red oil-paper umbrella. She held the handle of the umbrella with her bare hands and took the oil-paper umbrella back. She looked carefully and saw the oil-paper umbrella at this moment.
There seemed to be more black energy, and I couldn't help but feel distressed.
"Fu Sheng Zui... This ancient umbrella is actually in your hand... It really surprises me!" Qian Chao said suddenly with a sighing look on his face.
"You actually recognize this umbrella?" Mu Yanqing looked at Qian Chao with a little surprise in her eyes.
Qian Chao nodded and said in a deep voice: "In the previous dynasty, there was a pair of jade warriors, Lu An and Shen Xi. They were a pair of gods and immortals in the rivers and lakes. They would accompany each other to the end of the world and never separate.
, just the last one in the previous dynasty
The emperor was stupid and incompetent, so Jin Gaozu took advantage of the situation and rose up, causing rivers to break, blood to flow, winds and smoke, and swords and soldiers everywhere. Lu An was sincere, seeing that his family and country were in danger of overthrowing, he bid farewell to his immortal companion Shen Xi, joined the army, and served his country.
enemy."
"His lover, Shen Xi, has a long pavilion for ten miles. They are affectionate and infatuated. It is drizzling, and the road ahead is blurry, like a sea of suffering. Love and hate are long. When Shen Xi sent Lu Ang to join the army, it was this floating life that he held on to.
Drunk. He said that all living beings suffer. Once drunk, I will wait for Mr. Lu to return..." Mu Yanqing seemed to be moved by him, so she cut off the words and sighed quietly.
"As soon as Lu Ang left, there was no news, and there was no news. Shen Xi sat alone in the pavilion every day, holding a Fusheng drunken umbrella, drinking Fusheng drunken wine, looking forward to his return all day long... But day after day, year after year,
Year after year, the previous dynasty disappeared, but the Jin Dynasty rose. Shen Xi looked forward to it day by day, thought about it day by day, and shed tears of lovesickness, but she waited for the news that Lu Ang died for his country." Mu Yanqing's voice also had a hint of sadness.
of sadness.
"Now that Lu An is dead, Shen Xi misses her deeply. How can she live alone? That drizzle made everyone sad. Shen Xi drank the Fusheng drunken wine in the long pavilion, held the Fusheng drunken umbrella, and threw it into the sky. He went into the deep mountains behind the pavilion and never came out of the mountains again... But three days after Shen Xi plunged deep into the mountains, deep in the mountains, there was a fiery red light, and there were also the clear cries of phoenixes and phoenixes. Mountain people all say that there are two big fiery red birds. One bird's cry is like the sound of fengyin, and the other bird's cry is like the sound of tidal waves. Between the faint crows of fenxi, the red feathers are like fire, and they actually hold out a handle that exudes like this Two oil-paper umbrellas with a fiery red light like big birds. The oil-paper umbrella rose slowly. The two big fiery red birds, after circling the umbrella with a long cry, actually threw themselves into the umbrella and disappeared for a moment. The umbrella was taken by a mortal, and it was seen that There are three characters on the umbrella handle, one stroke at a time, three points into the wood. They are: Drunkness in life."
"After Fu Sheng Zui appeared in the world, he became a treasure in the world. However, it hindered the master. The person who obtained Fu Sheng Zui's umbrella was either unworthy of virtue or a murderous person. In addition, Fu Sheng Zui was competed by the Jianghu people, and he was jealous. Under this situation, people often killed people and stole goods, so all the owners of Fushengzui died unexpectedly or did not end well. The Fushengzui Umbrella changed its owners several times during the hundreds of years of the Jin Dynasty, and finally ended up unknown. There are even rumors that Fushengzui Umbrella is no longer in this world. Come on..." Qian Chao paused and looked at the fiery red Fusheng Zui Umbrella in Mu Yanqing's hand, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
"I never thought that this precious floating drunken umbrella would actually be in your hands..." Qian Chao said every word without concealing his intention to take this umbrella as his own.
"You also know that virtue is not worthy of it, and people who are murderous will not die well if they get this umbrella, but you still want to snatch it away?" Mu Yanqing said coldly.
"Why don't you snatch the treasure that was delivered to your door?" His voice fell, but he saw a flash of black light. The next moment, Qian Chao appeared in front of Mu Yanqing, with the black ghost sword in his hand filled with black light, covering the sky and the sun, and he hugged his head cut.
Mu Yanqing shouted softly, and with a "bang" sound, Fusheng Zui's umbrella suddenly opened, and she raised her bare hand to block it.
At the same time, a dozen girls with red peony shadows behind them all let out a squeak, and a dozen colorful oil-paper umbrellas spun out at the same time, like blossoming flowers in mid-air, spinning non-stop with a rustling sound. Everlasting.
As more than a dozen oil-paper umbrellas were taken out, the dozen or so girls were also suspended in the air, with a single jade foot lightly stepping on the umbrella tip, and they rushed towards the monsters and monsters behind Qian Chao.
In the eyes of those demon priests, these dozens of girls came under umbrellas, with fluttering clothes, just like banished fairies. They actually forgot to fight against the enemy, one by one?????????????? ? He raised his head and stared at these girls standing gracefully on the umbrella with a look of infatuation.
However, these oil-paper umbrellas held the girls on them suspended in mid-air for only a moment, when suddenly all the oil-paper umbrellas began to tremble at the same time.
"Swish, swish, swish -" As the umbrella body trembled, an arrow cluster of sharp light shot out from every corner of the umbrella. There were dozens of umbrellas. In an instant, the arrow clusters of sharp light shot out like rain, stimulating Shooting and flying.
In the blink of an eye, arrows were shot towards the head. In a hurry, the demon priests were completely unprepared. More than 20 priests were provoked first, and some of them were pierced by the arrows or shot in the throat.
For a moment, he screamed repeatedly and fell to the ground dead.
It wasn't until this moment that the people from the Division realized what kind of fairies these girls were, they were clearly red skeletons seeking their lives. After a moment of panic, Wan Qiqifang, the leader of the division, shouted sternly: "Stop it.
Don't mess up the formation, kill all these girls!"
"Kill--"
All the members of the Demon Division raised their scimitars and rushed towards the dozen or so girls.
At this time, these dozens of girls with red peony shadows had already fallen from the sky. There was no trace of fear in their expressions. They waved their oiled paper umbrellas in their hands, shouted coquettishly, and rushed towards the monsters.
At this time, Mu Yanqing was already standing with Qian Chao. Qian Chao was fierce and powerful, and Mu Yanqing did not dare to touch him head-on, so he had to use his agility to deal with him.
Wen Fanghua could see clearly that Mu Yanqing's skills were not as good as his own, and he was forced by the situation and was just trying his best to deal with it.
"Lanhai Pavilion, kill!" Wen Fanghua shouted loudly, waved the long sword in her hand, and rushed to Qian Chao first. The long sword flashed continuously, and the two women fought against Qian Chao.
After hearing the order from the master of the pavilion, everyone in the Lanhai Pavilion held their swords in their hands and shouted loudly. Following the dozen or so women from Hong Shaoying, they attacked the Sprite Division again.
A melee broke out between the two sides again.
Lin Bulang was worried about the two senior sisters, so he transformed into a white light, drew his sword in mid-air, and stabbed Qian Chao Xie.
The only two branch heads of the Sprite Division were anxious when they saw that the chief commander, Qian Chao, was besieged by three people. The number of their own Sprite Division members was no longer as large as those of Lan Hai Pavilion and Hong Shaoying opposite them.
Wan Qiqi and Beigong Jue both gave cold scoldings. One held a sword and the other drew a sword, and they came to help Qian Chao.
Unexpectedly, he yelled angrily: "Wan Qiqi, you have messed with Yang Han's heart and destroyed our Bohai Shadow Division. You are the chief culprit. Your hands are stained with the blood of countless brothers from my Shadow Division. Today is the day of reckoning. Congratulations!"
Chang Jing will accompany you for a few walks and you will be saved!"
He Chang was shocked when the black shadow moved slightly. He held the sword in one arm and rushed straight away. In mid-air, the sword arced and slashed towards Wan Qiqi.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other. As soon as the two of them fight, they both kill each other. It is likely that you will die or I will die.
Bei Gong Jue held his sword and had just rushed halfway when he heard a loud shout: "Bei Gong Jue, this road is blocked, Du Shuyi has been waiting for you for a long time!"
It turned out that when everyone in the Lanhai Pavilion rushed towards the members of the Sprite Division, it was Du Shuyi who was the first to take action, but this time Du Shuyi could see clearly that there were only two division heads of the Sprite Division left, and Ruohe stopped him in surprise.
One, stop the other by himself, and his own masters, Pavilion Master Wen Fanghua, Su Ling, Lin Bulang, and Mu Yanqing, can besiege Qian Chao.
Although Qian Chao is a master of Shangpin, it is not easy to win under the siege of four eighth-level masters.
Therefore, Du Shuyi did not take action this time, and just stared at the two branch heads of the Sprite Division.
When Wan Qiqi made a move, he wanted to stop him, but He Chang jumped him first. Therefore, when Bei Gongjue made a move, he stopped him with his sword without any hesitation.
Beigong Jue was in the middle stage of the seventh realm, and Du Shuyi's realm was about the same as him. The two were also entangled in one place, with swords flashing and refusing to give in to each other.
Su Ling originally thought of continuing as usual, facing off against the two division heads, but when he saw Du Shuyi and He Changjing fighting against each other, he fell to his feet.
Suddenly he thought of Qin Yu, and now he was confused. Where did this little guy go?
He hurriedly searched around, and after searching for a long time, he discovered that behind a large rock in the distance, there seemed to be a thin figure, showing his head from time to time, observing the battle situation.
Su Ling felt relieved now. The big stone just covered Qin Yu's body. No one was paying attention to him in this chaotic battle in the bamboo forest, so he was still safe.
Su Ling felt at ease, and then she flew forward to join Mu Yanqing and others.
In the bamboo forest, the two branch heads of the Sprite Division faced off against He Changjing and Du Shuyi. Their swords roared and they were locked in a stalemate.
The monsters and monsters faced off against the Lan Hai Ge people and the Hong Shao Ying people. They raised their swords and shouted to kill. The battle was raging, with the flash of swords and the shadow of swords.
On the other side, Su Ling, Lin Bulang, Mu Yanqing, and Wen Fanghua surrounded Qian Chao like a revolving lantern, with their figures flying and swords flashing.
Qian Chao fought alone against the four masters of the Eighth Realm, but he showed no fear at all. The mountains and seas of swords in front of him kept flashing and roaring, but he could not get close to him and did not pose a substantial threat to him. The huge ghost in his hand
The sword is filled with black energy, moves like thunder, is extremely powerful, and strange and unpredictable.
These four masters were unable to defeat Qian Chao, but some people were suddenly attacked by Qian Chao and put themselves in danger. If the people nearby had not quickly provided support, their lives would have been risked.
What a good Qianchao, fighting one against four, not caring at all, laughing and roaring like a murderous god possessed.
These four people couldn't defeat him at all.
In the bamboo forest, a fierce battle raged, with golden swords, wind and thunder, and cold light and sharp light.
I don’t know how long the battle lasted, but the color of fish belly gradually appeared in the east, and the sky was about to get bright.
At this moment, the whole earth trembled, and the bamboo forest was like a sea. Countless bamboo leaves were shaken by the violent tremors. The bamboo leaves fell like rain, landed on the dust, and were shaken again by the earth.
All those who fought desperately felt the strong earthquake tremors.
"tread......"
"Tap tap tap..."
The sound of horse hooves rushing like a tide surged into the bamboo forest, exploding in everyone's ears.
Su Ling suddenly withdrew his sword, jumped out of the battle formation, and looked up in surprise.
But all the bamboo forests fell down one after another, and where the sky and the earth met the bamboo sea, a black line running through the sky and the earth slowly appeared.
The black line seemed to be slowly surging towards them in the distance.
However, in just a moment, the sound of stepping was loud, the mountains and rivers changed color, and the ancient city of Bohai was about to collapse.
In Su Ling's eyes, the black line was like a waterfall, rushing violently. Amidst the sound of trampling, there were even more horses neighing and a long silence breaking through the air.
Within three breaths, Su Ling could clearly see what kind of black line there was. They were clearly cavalry formations running from north to south. Their helmets were cold and the light was sharp.
Flags and banners were fluttering. These cavalrymen were holding cold-light halberds. They were all sitting upright on their horses. Their horses were galloping forward, like fire.
There were still more than fifty feet away from the center of the bamboo forest, but when I saw these cavalrymen holding their halberds and leaning forward, they roared: "Might - Lie -"
Its voice is surging and its momentum is fierce.
A hint of bitterness flashed in Su Ling's eyes, and she spoke in a low voice: "This is..."
Mu Yanqing also withdrew from the battle formation at some point, and looked deeply at the cavalry formation that was rolling in. Her beautiful face was filled with a dignity that she had never seen before.
"It seems... it still alarmed them. This is Shen Jizhou's elite ace, the Bohai Halberd Guard..."