Tang Chuqing could understand this sentence very well, so he didn't say anything more. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed a wooden pole leaning against the corner.
This pole was used by a porter to carry things from the river boat to the shore, and it was carelessly discarded in this corner.
Tang Chuqing grabbed the slightly wet wooden pole, and the soul power rapidly emerged from his palms, rubbing the surface of the pole, and the heat generated caused the pole to burn quickly.
He took the burning pole and burned it on his broken arm.
Waves of green smoke, accompanied by Zizi's voice, surged from the wound on his broken arm.
Using this method, he can at least seal his wounds better. When he uses his soul power violently, the blood flowing out of the wounds will be less.
Neither Shen Tu Nian nor the swordsman in white stopped Tang Chuqing's move.
After Tang Chuqing put down the pole in his hand, the swordsman in white looked at him, nodded slightly, and then drew his sword.
A loud sword cry suddenly sounded in the rainy night, and a light green thin sword appeared in front of the white-clothed swordsman at some unknown time, flying towards Tang Chuqing like lightning!
The moment the sword appeared in front of the sword master in white, all the raindrops between the sword master in white and Tang Chuqing were shot towards Tang Chuqing by the power brought by the sword when it was activated.
These tiny transparent raindrops were stretched thin during the rapid flight, like a small transparent sword.
All these thousands of small transparent swords encountered an invisible wall a few feet away from Tang Chuqing, and were all shattered into finer particles.
A white wall of fog appeared in front of Tang Chuqing.
The thin green sword of the swordsman in white passed through the white fog wall.
Tang Chuqing's eyes narrowed, and the small sword like an iron ruler floating in front of her flew out with a clear cry, then accelerated, but became faster than the light green thin sword of the swordsman in white, with a "dang" sound,
He accurately caught the trajectory of the thin green sword and struck hard at the middle of the thin green sword.
Tang Chuqing's body was shaken.
The white-clothed swordsman's body also shook, and two pits appeared in the mud beneath his feet.
He looked at the several open wounds on Tang Chuqing's broken arm, saw bright red appearing again in the scorched blackness, and sighed softly: "What a fast Yitian Sword."
Tang Chuqing's sword looks like a crude sword, but when used to wield a sword, it is naturally much faster than an ordinary flying sword.
During the battle at Falling Star Tomb, Dean Zhang saw this sword in the hands of a certain Yunqin cultivator. When he realized how powerful this sword was, he said in surprise, "I didn't expect this sword to look so ugly."
His sword is actually so powerful... It’s so awesome, I might as well call it Yitian Sword.”
At that time, no one in the Falling Star Mausoleum knew what Dean Zhang meant by the Great Niubi and Yitian Sword.
But since he said so, everyone called this sword the Yitian Sword.
The Yunqin cultivator who first owned this sword died in the battle at Falling Star Mausoleum. Then a strong man from Qingluan Academy who followed Dean Zhang used this sword to guard the north wall of Falling Star Mausoleum, causing blood to flow.
Chenghe, the strong man from Qingluan Academy, eventually died in the battle, but this sword was also remembered by many Yunqin and Damang practitioners who participated in the battle at that time.
This small sword, nicknamed the Yitian Sword by Dean Zhang, also carries unforgettable memories of the swordsman in white when he was young.
His light green thin sword has several deep runes on its body.
Just as he sighed softly, the gaps between these runic lines suddenly widened, and the light green thin sword decomposed along these runic lines and turned into seven.
A thin sword turned into seven thinner sword pieces, so light green that it was almost transparent.
…
In this world, no one can control more than two flying swords at the same time, because at a certain moment, a person cannot have two completely different thoughts. A person's spirit can only be concentrated on a certain point, and cannot go at the same time.
Perceive the runes of the two swords, and use the soul power to accurately walk along the runes of the two swords through the air.
The spirit and will are integrated into one sword. To use another sword, the previous sword must be released.
The real and fake swords of Han Xuzi, the first swordsman in Tang and Tibet, are based on this principle.
In this world, only Han Xuzi can complete the switch without revealing his whereabouts in such a short period of time, leaving opponents of the same level with no time to react.
Mr. Jun, the master of Da Mang Sword Studio, naturally cannot wield seven flying swords at the same time.
But his seven sword pieces are not seven flying swords, but still one flying sword.
The previous textures were not the runes of this sword.
These seven thin sword pieces themselves are the seven runes of this sword.
The white-shirted swordsman's soul power penetrated into these seven thin sword pieces, and his thoughts only hit one place at the same time. However, these seven sword pieces affected each other, but they flew around in a mess, just like seven people attacking with swords at the same time.
Tang Chuqing, formed a sword formation where flying swords and flying swords would not collide with each other.
The flight of these seven sword pieces in the air has its own trajectory, just like extending runes in the air. However, these seven extremely sharp sword pieces naturally have the same lethality for practitioners. As long as one sword piece enters the body,
It's enough to be fatal.
This is a sword that is a hundred times more exciting than Han Xuzi's real and fake sword.
If people like Ni Henian and He Baihe saw such a sword with their own eyes, they would definitely be amazed.
Faced with this kind of sword force that clearly stabbed his chest, but the seven sword blades stabbed various parts of his body in various ways, Tang Chuqing's face became even paler, and the five fingers of his right hand trembled violently, leaning against the sky.
The small sword whirled around his body, sparks flying everywhere, and it struck the seven sword pieces countless times in an instant!
The speed of Yitian Xiaojian is far higher than that of ordinary flying swords. At this moment, facing the threat of death, Tang Chuqing, with the support of strong fighting spirit, his perception has exceeded the previous limit. His flying sword rotates close to his body, forming an iron
The curtain actually blocked all the sword fragments that were attacking his vital parts.
However, after all, he could only block all the sword blades that caused the most damage to him, but could not completely block out all the spinning sword blades.
Just at this moment, there were countless wounds on his body. Although these wounds were not deep into the flesh, at this moment, when he was using his soul power more sharply, blood continued to seep out from these wounds, and he became...
Became a bloody man.
The white-robed swordsman's face was calm, but the seven blades were still flying at high speed in the rainy night, making various whistles, and Tang Chuqing's flying sword kept slashing, making a sharp and numb sound.
The blood on Tang Chuqing's body flowed even more, and the blood droplets were shattered by the sword fragments and melted into the surrounding white mist, like blood-red dandelions blooming.
At this moment, the footsteps and shouts of many Yunqin soldiers sounded.
Dozens of arrows fell hard towards the white-robed swordsman.
The swordsman in white shirt did not move.
Beside him was Shen Tu Nian.
Shentu Nian, who was the president and commander of this army, was by his side at this moment, like a personal attendant.
When dozens of arrows landed five or six meters in front of him, they burned completely. The arrow feathers and arrow shafts were quickly burned to ashes. The unbalanced arrow clusters were easily shaken by the hot breath gushing from his body.
fly.
The eyes of dozens of Yunqin soldiers who arrived immediately froze at the same time.
They could rush towards the two opposing Saint Masters without fear of life or death, but all of them knew that Tang Chuqing would probably die soon. If they rushed forward, they would not be able to change the outcome at all.
At this moment, many real silver-white dandelion flowers fell from the sky.
Tiny metal dandelions that can be blown by the wind and float in the air.
These metal dandelion flowers are very light and do not hinder the flying swords flying in the air. However, they are like countless talisman lines, cutting and absorbing the soul power in the air.
The brilliance on the seven blades of the sword master in white became dim at the same time.
However, the swordsman in white knew very well whose arrival this unusual situation represented. He calmly stretched out his hand, and the seven sword pieces quickly merged into one sword and flew back in front of him.
A middle-aged man wearing dark green thin armor and carrying a flat iron box about the same size as his body quickly jumped out from behind dozens of Yunqin soldiers and stopped the dozens of Yunqin soldiers.
Keep moving forward.
The iron box he was wearing was very strange. It was full of holes. It seemed to contain many things, but nothing fell out.
In addition to this iron box, there are also many metal pipes, square flat boxes, and round long tubes on his arms and legs.
This makes him look more like a robot than those heavily armored sergeants.
His nickname in this world is the Golden Iron Man.
He is Chu Yehan, one of the master craftsmen with the highest skills in making soul weapons in the entire Yunqin Empire.
Moreover, he is also the one who knows how to fight best among these great craftsmen.
As soon as Chu Yehan appeared, Shen Tu Nian started to move forward.
But he stopped immediately.
Because at this moment, a faint yellow light appeared in the dark night sky.
He raised his head.
Many flames appeared on the Purgatory Mountain God robe on his body, and these flames flew and spread from his body.
The air became hot, forming rising air currents that swept away the countless metal dandelions sent by Chu Yehan, and instead blew them towards the faint yellow light.
A nervous look flashed in Chu Yehan's eyes, but he didn't stop at all. He walked to Tang Chuqing's side, skillfully took out a bottle of ointment and a roll of gauze, and quickly helped Tang Chuqing bandage his wounds.
In the sky, white snowflakes suddenly began to fall.
The white snowflakes made the hot air turn cold, causing those metal dandelions to fall again.
The sacred tree flying crane penetrated through the heavy snow, landed, and landed next to Chu Yehan and Tang Chuqing.
Shen Tu Nian looked at the fallen Shenmu Feihe and the people on the Shenmu Feihe, and laughed.
He laughed for the first time since the siege.
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