Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 102: More than anyone else
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When Bai Qingqing's whole aura changed, the mouths of the villagers in Tiezui Village opened up in amazement, and their breathing was a little short. They realized that they had underestimated this young girl before, and now they felt that this girl had hope to clean up Han Songcheng. At this moment, they felt hope. Even though I was separated from Bai Qingqing, I could still feel the pressure in the air.
The villagers in the distance can feel this coercion, not to mention the three people who were wrapped in this fluctuation at this time. The wretched and thin man at the end was already sweating profusely, trembling all over, his face was pale and felt It's suffocation.
Even the gloomy old man in the early stage of the foundation building looked ugly and felt a sense of danger. He never expected that he would encounter another person in Huanghualing who has a higher cultivation base, let alone his age. So light.
Only Han Songcheng didn't change much, but his brows were tightly furrowed and he was secretly meditating. At this time, he still had sex, even if he saw the dazzling spiritual tool in Bai Qingqing's hand, he didn't have a trace of desire. The young enchanting girl in front of me is the same as him in the late stage of the foundation construction stage. I knew that he had cultivated for decades, all the way and some adventures to reach the current cultivation base, and this is less than two. A ten-year-old girl has already done it.
The same cultivation level will not make Han Songcheng retreat from fear, but he has thoughts in his mind, and now things seem impossible to end casually, and once he starts, he is afraid that there is nothing terrible behind this girl Elders, young rising stars like this can only be cultivated by some big disciples or big forces, and that's not something he can afford.
Not long ago, he killed the three masters who were sitting on the mountain Taoist temple because they had no taboos. Those three were just lonely and widowed. Although the girl in front of him was in the late stage of foundation building, Han Songcheng was not too worried in his heart. He was only afraid Time to clean up the small one, and then a big one popped out from behind!
It’s just how Han Songcheng knows that the higher the level of cultivation technique, the faster the improvement of the cultivation level, like him without inheritance, because the garbage technique obtained by accident can make him cultivate to this point. Not bad. We must know that those with outstanding aptitudes can condense the spirit pill in less than 20 years!
Han Songcheng's mind is still thinking, considering the pros and cons, but Bai Qingqing, who is already furious, will not give him so many opportunities to think.
Three sword auras came one after another. This time the power was much greater. The sharpness surprised Han Songcheng. In a hurry, he could only avoid it with all his strength. There was also a sword aura that followed the gloomy one. The old man left, the black-robed old man in the early stage of the foundation construction stage did not evade at such a fast speed. Seeing the sword light attacked, he could only resist, knowing that there was another person behind him.
With a roar, the spiritual power in the gloomy old man ran wildly, and then a blood-red aura turned out of the body. As soon as this aura appeared, it greeted the sword light.
The sword light visible to the naked eye instantly smashed through the light curtain of blood-red spiritual power, and then the power was greatly reduced. The helpless and gloomy old man only had his flying sword in his hand and flicked it hard. Resist the blow.
The two touched, making a sound of metal bashing, and then centered on the place of contact, a wave of invisible waves radiated around, the sword light dissipated, and the gloomy old man took a few steps back, one staggered, and only felt himself The entire right arm was numb, and the spiritual power of the whole body stagnated for a short time, and then a chill spread all over the body.
Suddenly, the gloomy old man's complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly panicked, because the spiritual power in his body was less than 50%. When he came before, he had lost a lot of spiritual power in order to pretend to be a sword. Knowing that he would encounter this situation, killing him would not waste his spiritual power so much.
In a short contact, Bai Qingqing's blow left the three of them at a loss. At this time, Han Songcheng's expression also looked ugly, because he also found the problem of his lack of spiritual power, but he came from the same sword. The state of mind that can be stabilized can no longer calm down.
Raising his head, Han Songcheng angrily shouted at the gloomy old man, "Go together, get rid of her first, don't waste time." The words are full of murderous intent, and he can't care about so much at the moment of life and death. The beauty is good but Fate is critical, if a person is killed, he will naturally still be able to drop a magic weapon. Just by looking at the appearance of the Fenghua, you will know that the rank is extraordinary.
After Han Songcheng finished speaking, the gray long sword in his hand buzzed, his aura waved, and an aura that did not belong to Bai Qingqing also permeated, the spiritual power of his body soared, and then the spiritual power was mixed in that one. On the grey sword, Han Songcheng leaped towards Bai Qingqing with the sword in his hand.
The gloomy old man moved after listening to Han Songcheng's words. He endured the sorrow of his arm, and did not retain much of the spiritual power in his body. Two dozen one is safe, and the blood-red aura is looming on his body. Taking a step, the long sword pointed diagonally, and the two of them turned to Bai Qingqing from left to right.
Huh.
Zhao Jiuge made a disdainful noise in his nose, and his face was cold. How could he give them the opportunity to fight Bai Qingqing? He had known that he hadn't moved from start to finish.
Wow...
A slight sound resounding like running water resounded in the air. Although the sound was slight, in this tense atmosphere, it was like a stone suddenly thrown into the calm lake.
A green glow suddenly gleamed, and the entire body of the Qingmei sword was trembling slightly, floating in front of Zhao Jiuge. Seeing that Bai Qingqing no longer pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger, Zhao Jiuge no longer had any reservations, and built a realm of foundation. The mid-term momentum was abruptly released, and the black robe shook.
Then the whole person was like a sharp arrow stretched on the bow, acting exactly like Bai Qingqing, holding the sword, turning his hand, the sword light suddenly appeared, and the same sword energy rolled away.
The gloomy old man was taken aback. In the middle of the foundation building stage, it is another foundation stage. The mood that was stable before is now only frightened. In the heyday, he can barely fight, not to mention the lack of spiritual power. At its peak.
He was deeply regretful. He didn't read the almanac when he went out. Although he cursed in his heart, the movements of his hands did not stop. He gritted his teeth and fought hard with the scarlet sword in his hand. Now he can only pin his hopes on Han Songcheng. .
Humhhhhh...
With three consecutive sounds and three sword qi hits in front of him, the unprepared old man also took three steps in a row. With each step back, the aura on his body dimmed a little. Make him complain.
So the gloomy old man simply dodged backwards, looking very embarrassed. When Han Songcheng saw Zhao Jiuge’s sudden expression, his expression finally turned ugly. He had ignored Zhao Jiuge before, but who knew that these two were fierce than one. It’s ridiculous that he even came to the door today and saw Zhao Jiuge’s spirit burst out. The force fluctuated, and Han Songcheng had a retreat in his heart. Not only was he not at the peak, but he was also unprepared. In normal times, he and the vultures under him might not be able to fight the two of them.
He wanted to rescue the vultures, but he was chased by the furious Bai Qingqing, his sword aura was full of spirits.
Zhao Jiuge saw that the gloomy old man, the vulture, was constantly evading backwards, and he hurriedly pursued him, taking advantage of your illness, killing you, and killing these evil scumbags. He felt no burden in his heart. .
As soon as the thought of how many bad things these people had done and how many girls had been ruined, Zhao Jiuge's eyes became cold, and the killing intent flowed out instantly.
Suddenly, the surrounding space seemed to be declining, and the coldness was clearly felt. Then a torrent of golden spiritual power rushed out from in front of Zhao Jiuge, the bright golden spiritual power mixed with ice blue The mist, with a biting chill, this is the first time Zhao Jiuge has used his spiritual power to externalize since the last time he tempered his body.
Boom, in an instant, this wave of spiritual power rushed from top to bottom to the vulture like an ordinary giant wave. The vulture had already felt the majestic chill before the spiritual power was close. The rabbit was anxious and bit people, let alone him , A fierce light appeared in his eyes, and then cruelly grabbed the wretched and lean man next to him, and threw it towards the rushing torrent, trying to buy time for himself.
The left hand quickly took out a one-foot-sized snare drum from his arms. The drum body was yellow, with red edges wrapped around it, and two beads tied with red silk threads on both sides. This is the most important possession of the vulture, the Twilight Drum. At the beginning, it was snatched from a cultivator in the Spirit Realm.
When the wretched and lean man in the psychic realm was caught up and thrown into the air, he had a premonition that he was not good, but the strength of the psychic realm seemed so small and weak at this time.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah..."
The wretched and thin man made a sound of horror, his eyes widened, and then he ran into the golden torrent quickly, the screams were also abrupt, and then his whole body creaked. , Strands of blue crystal instantly spread to his whole body, freezing him.
After Zhao Jiuge used his spiritual power, the Qingmei sword was not idle. Jianguang followed this trend. When the wretched and lean man was frozen, Jianguang directly cut his body to pieces, alive. People died in a blink of an eye.
The first time he killed someone, Zhao Jiuge didn't feel any burden in his heart, but was full of pleasure. He felt that this was what he was after, to kill and stop killing and kill all the demons.
Behind the village entrance, a burst of cheers erupted. When they saw a dog dying, the villagers couldn't help but cheered.
Han Songcheng's expression was ugly to the extreme. He just started, if he died, he would die, as long as the vulture was fine, after all, he was his right-hand man. Hearing the cheers erupting from the villagers, Han Songcheng cursed inwardly, waiting to clean up you later.
He wanted to rescue, but Bai Qingqing was forced to take it.
The vulture that felt the sense of danger also broke out completely, his eyes were full of fierce light, and his spiritual power was externalized, turning into an armor to protect himself firmly, and then his left hand shook left and right.
Boom boom boom...
A strange sound appeared slowly and rhythmically.
"Puff." The vulture spouted out a mouthful of blood, and the golden torrent and sword light that followed hit him one after another, even if he was resisted by spiritual power. But his left hand didn't mean to stop, it was still shaking constantly.
Boom boom boom, the sound is in your ears, and it's exciting.
Not long after, Zhao Jiuge only felt a little dizzy, and his spiritual power had stagnated, even Bai Qingqing felt this way.
At this moment, the vulture yelled, "Hurry up." After reacting, Han Songcheng immediately drove the flying sword and whizzed, taking advantage of the time when Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing were lost. sword.
In a short period of effort, the vultures who used the Mutiangu had no spiritual power, and the dantian spiritual power was exhausted. The next moment Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing came back to their senses, but it was too late. Although the spiritual power was working again, Han Songcheng had already escaped for one or two hundred meters. This made Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing both surprised and annoyed.
The cheering voice at the entrance of the village continued. All this happened between the electric light and flint, and the situation changed in an instant.
"Wait and see, see who has a lot of people then, wait." Han Songcheng's angry voice came from a distance, and the cheers of the villagers in Tiezui Village were like a thorn piercing him. In my heart.
Not to mention the surprise that Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing brought him today. He is not a person willing to suffer.
The aura of the flying sword rolled up gradually disappeared until it disappeared.