Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 111: Begging for mercy

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The mountain peaks outside the courtyard.

When the dazzling light fades, the roaring sound fades away, and everything here is calm again.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, slowly there were a few birds singing on the branches. Zhao Jiuge watched Bai Qingqing swallowed a few saliva. It was too violent. If that magic weapon was to deal with himself, Even if he wouldn't be as defenseless as a vulture, he wouldn't be much better in the end.

Bai Qingqing, who killed the vultures easily, did not have the slightest fluctuation on her face, stroked her own blue silk, and reinserted the terrifying hosta into her hair. At this time, she looked peaceful. And Zhiyuan, without the enchanting feeling of the past.

However, the idea that Zhao Jiuge had just rushed into was broken. Bai Qingqing glanced at Zhao Jiuge suddenly, rolled his eyes and said irritably, "What are you looking at? I have never seen such a majestic side of my sister."

Zhao Jiuge was speechless, his face twitched helplessly, and he muttered to himself. Bai Qingqing, who said something to Zhao Jiuge, quickly took out the small blue and white porcelain bottle, held it in his hand, and poured a small pill into his palm with gentle movements, followed by two white and slender fingers. Picking up the dark red Xiao Huan Dan and sending it to the temptation little cherry mouth.

"Let's go, let's go in and find Han Songcheng. Only by killing him can we complete the task." While speaking, he slowly approached Zhao Jiuge. Just now, in order to solve the vulture as soon as possible, he did not hesitate to use the spiritual weapon in his hand. It should be known that the greater the power of the spirit weapon, the harsher the conditions for use, and the consumption of spiritual power has also increased exponentially, and the current white and green spiritual power has long been exhausted.

Zhao Jiuge excitedly picked up the ordinary magic weapons and the twilight sky drum and **** long sword from the ground, received it in his storage ring, and said with a hippie smile to Bai Qingqing, "I know our sister Qingqing is I don’t like this garbage.” I don’t like Bai Qingqing, but that doesn’t mean that Zhao Jiuge looks down on him. Even if he doesn’t need it, he can go back and sell it to the sect in exchange for a little tribute. He wants to refine one before the immediate selection meeting. Two pieces of practical magic weapon equipment, as far as the number of flying swords required is too high, the main thing is to make a good sword embryo so that the quality of flying swords is high.

"Look at your virtue, just such a little pursuit." Bai Qingqing looked contemptuous, and had become accustomed to Zhao Jiuge's dead skin. "Okay, we will leave when we collect the things. You will be careful later. I have no spiritual power to help you. Now I will wait for the effect of Xiaohuandan."

Bai Qingqing is also a courageous artist. In the case of Han Songcheng, he resolutely used a spiritual weapon to kill the vulture, even if his spiritual power was exhausted, he would not hesitate to rely on his side. There is also Zhao Jiuge.

After receiving the things, the satisfied Zhao Jiuge clicked on it, pouring out the small huandan in a decent way, and swallowed a pill in his mouth.

The nose exudes a faint medicinal fragrance, but there is a spicy taste in the mouth, but the effect is also very obvious. Only about 50% of the spiritual power began to recover quickly, which made Zhao Jiuge who discovered the situation The eyes lit up.

Suddenly, the noise from the courtyard gate immediately attracted the attention of the two.

Han Songcheng, who was recovering his spiritual power in the room, heard the grief and indignant voice of the vulture, and a bad thought surged in his heart. He could no longer restore his spiritual power, and quickly walked out of the room and rushed to the flat bottom on the mountain peak outside.

At this moment, Han Songcheng, wearing a blue shirt and holding a gray sword, looked at everything around him in horror and horror. He did not expect that for a short while, none of his team members, including the vultures, would be spared. All are dead.

Looking at the blood-stained grass and broken arm on the ground, he didn't need to think about how terrible the previous battle was. Although he didn't see the vulture's carcass, he knew it from the voice just now. What's the end?

Han Songcheng, who has been in Huanghualing for 20 years, is all alone with cumin in one day. Looking around him at this moment, he feels like he is looking around with his sword.

However, when he saw Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing the next moment, the grief and anger in his heart suddenly turned into anger, Zhang Long, Luo Xuqing, Vulture and other familiar faces appeared in Han Songcheng’s mind, although those People are his own subordinates, but after many years of getting along, people have feelings after all. Han Songcheng can't wait to kill Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing.

The words that you must die before the vulture's death constantly impacted Han Songcheng's heart, which made him panic. In fact, the vulture misunderstood Han Songcheng. Although he cherished his life and wanted to restore his spiritual power Faced at the peak state, but what he didn't expect was that the vulture was so vulnerable and didn’t delay for long. First, his plan was to trap him with the magic array and Zhang Long and others, and finally he and the vulture’s spiritual power He's almost recovered, he's besieging him, but now who knows how it will end when he comes out, how can this not make him angry and angry, but everything is too late.

"Ahhhhh... I will cut you two **** a thousand times." Han Songcheng yelled madly, his eyes flushed and bloodshot, and his long hair was scattered. The gray long sword inside was waving.

Looking at Han Songcheng, who is generally enchanted, their expressions are different.

Zhao Jiuge smiled back,

Bai Qingqing sneered.

Zhao Jiuge has no psychological burden for this kind of inhumane dog chores. Maybe Zhao Jiuge kills a dog. Zhao Jiuge will be soft-hearted, but kill a Han Songcheng who is not as good as a dog. Zhao Jiuge has no feeling at all, because In his eyes, Han Songcheng only meant a sum of money.

With a slight smile, Zhao Jiuge looked at the crazy Han Songcheng, and before he took the lead, he greeted him. At this moment, Zhao Jiuge's fighting spirit skyrocketed like never before.

Zhao Jiuge is not afraid of the mid-stage battle against the late-stage foundation stage. He wants a painful battle and wants to see the benefits of actual combat!

Boom.

It's still not there yet, the sky-filled spiritual power fluctuations in the middle of the foundation realm are the first to come out, the air has dropped a few degrees at this moment, and the golden spiritual power is mixed with icy blue mist. Since entering the cold sky After Jian Gang's spiritual veins were quenched, Zhao Jiuge was more and more fond of fighting, so he directly weakened the opponent with spiritual power.

Hmph, a cold snort came from Han Songcheng’s nose, his eyes were slightly squinted and then he returned to his original shape in an instant. I was thinking about it, and I was worried about the fire and there was no place to vent. I saw that Bai Qingqing had spiritual power. When he looked exhausted, he had already thought about how he would torture that little fairy after killing this kid. Thinking of this, Han Songcheng's scarlet eyes flashed with fiery heat at this moment.

Another violent spiritual force surged into the sky, and gray spiritual power fluctuations surged into the air like waves. Han Songcheng didn't pay attention to this young man who was lower than his level. Then the two auras collided without any tricks or skills.

The surrounding trees are constantly sizzling, and the grass on the ground is bending the thin body around. The two popularity are even on par! Han Songcheng curled his brows secretly, feeling a little surprised as to why this scene happened. It must be weird.

Fortunately, his spiritual power has recovered 80%. Facing a Bai Qingqing who has exhausted his spiritual power, and a Zhao Jiuge whose cultivation base is lower than his own, Han Songcheng asked himself if he was confident that he could retreat even if he was weird. This is his confidence in his own strength for so many years.

The practice he practiced is called Dead Wood Jue, and his spiritual power color is gray. It is as gray as the name of the practice method. He learned from a casual practice when he was young and became a teacher, but later became Han Songcheng Knowing that the second half of the exercise was not taught to him by the man who was nominally his master, he actually attacked his master cruelly, and finally threatened the master with his life to surrender the second half of the exercise. When he got the second half of the exercises, he mercilessly killed people and killed the master, doing such a brutal thing.

Zhao Jiuge moved, stepping on his steps, holding a green plum sword with the tip of the sword slanting his fingers, and pounced murderously at Han Songcheng. The sound of the wind rolled up along the way blew a few strands of hair on his delicate face.

After Zhao Jiuge watched Bai Qingqing's fighting style, he also liked this feeling, using force to stop force and violence to control violence.

Han Songcheng looked at all of this with cold eyes. The hairy boy is the hairy boy, so what about his aura, wasting his spiritual power and flashy.

When Zhao Jiuge was about to get close and could already feel the sharp edge of the cyan long sword, Han Songcheng's spiritual power poured in and out from the gray long sword in his hand.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Seven times in a row, the two long swords made noises. When the last sound fell and the lingering sound had not dissipated, Han Songcheng's blue shirt made a crisp sound, and the hem of his clothes was cut by the sword gas and cut off. Falling to the ground, and the whole person stepped back a few steps, the long sword in his right hand felt stiff, and a heartbreaking cold air rushed in his hand.

Han Songcheng, who had gone crazy and couldn't bear his murderous aura, was instantly awakened by the chill, and even the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

There was a stormy sea in my heart. What is this young man's background? Although his cultivation is worse than his own, his spiritual power is not weaker than himself. Moreover, his spiritual power is so domineering. Han Songcheng, who has always been cautious, is in shock and he is his subordinate. The thought of revenge is gone. The eyes flickered, looking for the angle of escape, the two of them are amazing! The big deal is to leave Huanghualing, relying on his own strength to believe that there is nowhere to go, without his subordinates, he can be alone in the world.

With this thought in his heart, Han Songcheng no longer has the desire to continue fighting to the death and the life. While confronting Zhao Jiuge, he quietly moved to an empty position.

When Zhao Jiuge was forced away with a sword, and his back was not facing Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge, Han Songcheng fiercely swung three swords with the gray long sword, and then without looking back, he controlled the gray long sword Yukong. Is about to set foot on the flying sword to escape.

How could Zhao Jiuge do as he wished? When he discovered Han Songcheng’s intentions, his eyebrows frowned unhappily, and the Sanskrit Eucharist's method was quickly used, and the two-day golden patterned dragon entrenched in the pubic area instantly rose into the sky. , After so long of cultivation, the two golden-patterned wandering dragons have already recovered.

The dragon's roar rippled in the air. Han Songcheng had already stepped on the gray sword, and at the same time felt the biting chill and sense of danger behind him, but he did not dare to look back, because he was afraid that he would be delayed by turning back. The time to escape, but the sense of danger flooded into his heart, he couldn't be indifferent, the gray aura wrapped around his body, and the body armor was externalized with spiritual power.

The two golden-patterned wandering dragons caught up with Han Songcheng in a blink of an eye. In Zhao Jiuge’s wide pupils, they violently bumped into Han Songcheng’s back, and the body armor was shattered in an instant, and then his body appeared. Aura's Han Songcheng was knocked into the air more than ten meters away, and the gray long sword floating in the air fell down because it lost his control.

Han Songcheng, who fell to the ground in embarrassment, kept spitting out blood, and a large part of the spine had sunk in his back. Fortunately, his physical constitution was different from that of a mortal. There was no major problem and there would be no danger to his life. The spiritual light had already faded away and disappeared. The previous body armor with externalized spiritual power resisted most of the attacks and saved his life, but now he is too weak to use spiritual power to fight, and the meridians of his body are all Suffering from serious injuries, Han Songcheng, who was lying on the ground, found out his physical condition, and suddenly felt ashamed and screamed out in his heart.

Sure enough, after a while, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, who had already recovered a little spiritual energy, chased after him, holding flying swords, looking at the ground with unkind expressions from left to right. Han Songcheng is weak and embarrassed.

Zhao Jiuge kicked Han Songcheng's right foot fiercely, and yelled, "You continue to run, you have done so many evil things to oppress the people, and want to run away."

Han Songcheng's body only trembled a few times after being kicked, and then returned to a state of motionlessness. He was already bleeding in his face, and he vomited a big mouthful.

Han Songcheng twisted his eyebrows and coughed in pain, and moved hard, as if he wanted to get up, his mouth was open, and his lips moved slightly because he wanted to speak.

Just when Zhao Jiuge thought it was Han Songcheng's mischievous and unwilling to give up his hands, Zhao Jiuge was shocked and chin appeared.

"The young hero and heroine, please spare me, I will never dare anymore, give me a chance." After speaking, the injured body turned over with difficulty, and knelt down on the ground. Compose fist with both hands.