Refining the Mountains and Rivers Chapter 1572: Short sword and long river

The middle-aged guest continued to move forward, with a calm tone, "Don't delay any more time, let me see the true method of the imperial palace."

Blood all over, with a hideous expression, the two old four claws looked at each other, knowing that today is the deadline.

"Since Mr. Zhou can look down upon him, of course our family is not good, let him down."

"Although the technique of the Celestial Silkworm Sutra is practiced by disabled people, we think it has some merits. Please advise Mr. Zhou!"

With a scream, the python robes on the two old four claws came alive at the same time, like a big mouth, swallowing the two old four claws into it at once.

With the sound of chewing, the two old four claws were eaten cleanly, accompanied by the torn and broken bones and flesh, so the dragon python on the python robe really came back to life, and the body fell heavily to the ground. He raised his head and his tongue kept screaming, his eyes violently fixed on the middle-aged visitor.

The Celestial Silkworm Sutra exercise is just like silkworms eating mulberry leaves and spinning silk. The clothes they wear are the old four claws. After completing the cultivation, it is a great achievement in the practice, and it jumped up and became the respected fourth claw in the imperial palace.

But in the same way, I also dig a way to kill myself.

Once you work hard with others, you will give up yourself, feed on your essence, blood and soul, awaken the snake python on the python robe, and exert the strongest power.

Of course, this method is one-off. After using it, the old four claws died, his soul flew away, and he was not in reincarnation.

So just now, they talked about exposing the corpse in the wilderness, and then they talked about asking for a chance to reincarnate in the next life. In fact, they couldn't leave a dead body after they died, and of course there was no possibility of reentering the cycle.

Middle-aged Mr. Zhou frowned, not because he was unbearable, he was just thinking of such a cruel technique, and only the imperial palace in charge of a country's luck would dare to practice unscrupulously without fear of being embarrassed.

He made the move today, and he was naturally prepared, not to mention that the Celestial Silkworm Sutra in the Western Wilderness Palace was not a secret thing. Looking at the two roaring snake pythons, the middle-aged guest flipped his hands down, like a mighty lotus leaf, covering the whole world.

The so-called no eggs under covering the nest, the world is suppressed, and it is impossible to escape here. The two evil snake pythons roared sternly, their huge bodies tumbling and flapping crazily, but the ground and space were extremely stable, and there was no trace of broken. It seemed that there was an invisible force that suppressed everything in the world, so they also sealed the two together.

Several golden and jade words appear on the surface of Nie Jiao's huge body, seemingly inconspicuous, but in fact each is of vital importance. The crushed scale armor shattered, the flesh and blood shattered, and the extremely powerful Nie Mang's body became **** and bloody.

In the eyes of the middle-aged guest, there was a bit of regret and reluctance, but now the time is not waiting for me, he has no time to hesitate.

Slap——

With a soft sound, a jade card hanging from his waist was directly shattered.

The golden and jade text on the surface of Nie Jiao's body shines brightly at the same time, and the brand enters into the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood are black and misty, and there is a screaming howl.

The Celestial Silkworm Sutra repairs a reckless suit, like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves and spinning silk. But the silkworm eats mulberry leaves. What are the old four claws who are successful in cultivation in the palace? This is the true origin of the word "cruel".

The two elder four claws in the two palaces, at the cost of self-death, the two evil dragons summoned are now on the verge of death, and no matter how hard they struggle, they cannot escape desperation. It's not that they are not strong, but the middle-aged Mr. Zhou, this is one of the most terrifying in this DìDū.

The Huicui Building was able to move him lightly. On the one hand, the guests paid enough money, and on the other hand, they had a large enough doorway to actually find Mr. Zhou's residence and reach an agreement with him.

The majesty who wants to come to the imperial palace will be surprised and even a little bit disappointed about this. After all, he was thinking at the beginning, soliciting this middle-aged guest and adding another weight to Xihuang.

He was born in the middle famine of China, although he was an abandoned person, his aptitude, potential, and the great western famine, who was in charge of the nation's fortune, naturally saw clearly.

Middle-aged guests are qualified to attack the emperor's realm!

All this, the middle-aged guest in the night, is self-evident. But he does not regret it. The woman on the sick bed is the crux of his "love" and the person he must save.

Taking a step forward, as if shrinking into an inch, his figure appeared outside the carriage, the middle-aged guest looked calm, without guilt or intention to kill, so he pointed forward.

"Protect the General!"

Wang Datou and the other side soldiers in the mine surrounded by the carriage were stunned by the fight in front of them, each of them pale and trembling. But when the middle-aged guest flew over, he drew his knife out of the sheath with a loud shout, and jumped out without hesitation.

If you say you are not afraid, it must be fake, but now my mind is blank, I can't turn my mind at all, and I instinctively react.

Our general, be it

You can't die here!

As for whether it can be blocked, rushed up, and it has a certain effect... The king has no time to think, anyway, our frontiers’ mud legs are dead, and death is dead, only to return the general to rebuild it. Yep.

Actually, it was really useless, because the frontiers like Wang Datou, although they were not afraid of death, were shocked and flew out before they rushed up. He vomited blood and turned into a gourd, embarrassed, but it was not really fatal.

Although the middle-aged guest has left his hometown and has become an outcast, he still abides by the precepts of gentlemen and does not want to kill.

Of course, if it's the person he wants to kill, it's a different matter... As the saying goes, the gentleman has what it means to do something... It just depends on the mood.

This must be a jerk, but it was the mantra that the little uncle teacher used to talk about. For this reason, the elders in the college have a headache, but they have nothing to do with him.

After all, the little uncle is the strongest person in the academy. This is his teacher, who personally admitted back then.

If it was the little uncle here today, what would it be like? I'm afraid, I didn't rush to kill people at all, but waited for the imperial palace to respond, and even forced out of the imperial realm in DìDū, and had a great fight to see if he could cut the city with a sword in his hand. .

The middle-aged guest's eyes were slightly bright, and immediately revealed a trace of sorrow. He was afraid that he would never have a chance in his life, and he would see the little uncle's sword again.

Shaking his head, he suppressed the sudden divergence of thoughts. Since he can't compare with the little teacher, then the murder must be done as soon as possible.

As soon as he thought of this, the eyes of the middle-aged customer became more and more condensed.

His sharp edge, fingertips like a sword!

Before the carriage, there was no obstacle except the coachman.

Before the finger fell, the terror pressure was like a river rewinding, crashing on the mind, trying to shatter the soul.

The coachman's face was whiter, and his eyes were terrified, but at this moment, he suddenly disappeared. His eyes were serious, he looked at and pointed, the long whip in his hand was broken every inch, and there was a sword hidden in the bamboo handle.

A sword lifted up, it seemed to provoke a river, the billowing sword intent was like a stormy sea, and it burst forth heartily in this sword.

The middle-aged customer frowned slightly, and his eyes showed surprise. He didn't seem to expect that the humble driver in front of him was a peerless sword repairman.

As soon as you point your hand, the sword is out of its sheath and there is no more room to turn. So a finger went faster, like lightning, and touched the tip of the sword.

The middle-aged customer's brows furrowed tighter, a large robe, suddenly bulged, as if infused with a lot of gas. His figure is flying backwards, his long sleeves and graceful posture are calm, just like a fairy passing by at night, really good looks.

Landing quietly, the middle-aged passenger looked at the coachman, or more precisely, at the dagger in his hand. It is short because the sword is indeed not long, but the sword intent contained in it is so long that it is almost impossible to count.

To put it simply, start from here and fall there... it's longer than the sky!

"The name of this sword?"

The coachman’s face is whiter, like clean top-grade rice paper, but his breath is still long and relaxed. "The sword is named Longhe. It is based on an ancient river, refined with supreme magical powers, and passed on to me. It's a bit humiliating."

The middle-aged customer nodded and agreed with this sentence. The coachman is of a high level and is a peerless sword repairer in the world, but if he counts the sword in his hand, it is indeed somewhat unworthy.

It's not that he is weak, but that this sword is too strong, especially when it is placed in the Western Wilderness Palace.

Since the world has been silent for thousands of years, a sword made today is a long-term sword energy that can smash the sky! Even though the sky can be cut out, how can it not break people? After all, no matter how strong the middle-aged Mr. Zhou is, he dare not compare with the sky.

"If you are strong enough, I will be dead with this sword."

The middle-aged guest turned around and left. His body suddenly shook. Numerous wounds were opened all over his body. Blood spurted out like a spring, dyeing all of his long-sleeved robe red.

A strong breath, if the sun rises, the fog will disperse all around, and it will disappear in a blink of an eye.

The driver showed a trace of admiration in his eyes, holding a sword and arching his hands, "I won today because I have the sword in my hand...Mr. Zhou goes well."

Rumble--

The ground trembled, like the stormy waves hitting the shore. The guard in the imperial palace was coming quickly. The middle-aged guest walking towards the distance, wearing a robe soaked in blood, turned around and left.

The two old four-claws, the evil scorpion who had been feeding on their bodies, are now dead, the body is fragmented, and only a mess is left.

In the air, blood is pungent.

Wang Datou, who was shocked and flew out, vomiting blood and wounded but did not die, waited for the mine side soldiers, struggling to get up, staring at the scene in a daze.

I probably didn't expect it

The middle-aged guest, who has been unmatched in the field so far, is so strong that there is no reason to be cut to such a situation with one sword. Or, it's complicated inside, I can't figure out why their mud legs are so cheap, why they are still alive at this time.

The coachman took a deep breath and coughed slightly, splashing a little blood. With the sword used just now, he was very attritional, and he was completely shaken by his sword training.

If I want to recover, I am afraid that I will have to retreat for a long time and spend a fortune. He turned around and tapped the carriage, "Master Hou, the assassin has been killed, you can go up with peace of mind."

In the carriage, Qin Yu stared at the door, his expression dignified, and he couldn't see any ease at all. In the palm of his hand, the originally cool white jade has now become fiery, like a burning stone.

There is nothing in front of me, but it seems to have seen it. On that respectful face, there are a pair of cold eyes.

The cabin was quiet, and the driver frowned slightly, revealing a flaw in some way, but now that it has been found, he will take action.

The next moment, the door of the car shattered. There was no surging waves before, and there was no supreme momentum to slash the sky.

The short sword Changhe broke into the door, went straight to Qin Yu's head, and cut it down. The blade was pitch black, as if it had been attached to the night of heaven and earth.

It turns out that the coachman is today, the last chess piece.

The reason why he quit the middle-aged customer who is in the midst of the sky just now is because he knows very well that although Mr. Zhou is strong, no one can kill Qin Yu today. Because he was wearing the seal of Zhongwuhou of the Western Wilderness, and this seal has been quietly introduced into the power of incense.

So, the coachman cut the sword just now, cutting off the vitality of the middle-aged passenger, paying a huge price for himself, but also letting the short sword run out of this sword, exhausting the blessed western famine national fate and recovering True capacity, able to display the true power of Changhe.

A sword can break the incense!

Qin Yu's seal of Zhongwuhou was broken with a "pop", and the power of the incense was intangible and transformed into a bubble.

But now, under normal circumstances, even a half-emperor’s shot can withstand a momentary bubble, but in front of the dagger long river, it is really fragile as a bubble.

When the sword fell, it shattered, and the sword's edge fell on Qin Yu's head without a pause. With the sharpness of the sword, even the master can be killed instantly, and there is no more vitality for both body and spirit.

Ding——

With a soft sound, like a sharp blade touching the stone, the sword-bearing driver suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a sense of shock.

The force of the counter-shock was like a raging sea, continuously following his arms and blasting between his chest and abdomen, and the sound of fractures and muscles "cracked" continuously.

The hand of the sword has long turned into bones, and all the flesh and blood shattered and shattered, and then turned into blood mist. He rolled and flew out, took out a talisman, and shredded his figure forcefully and disappeared in an instant.

As for the long sword of the short sword, it was broken into countless pieces and fell in front of Qin Yu.

It's just that the broken sword is not sharp, but becomes soft, like a pool of falling water stains, wrapped in a few broken pieces, gradually fusing with each other.

The killing sound shook the sky, coming from afar, not accompanied by exclaims, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground after being knocked off.

Qin Yu frowned~IndoMTL.com~Standing on the half-broken carriage, two fine horses pulling the carriage, when the middle-aged passenger and the coachman attacked with a sword, they had been shaken into two beaches. Mashed meat.

The imperial palace guards were surrounded by a group of guards. The middle-aged guest who had just left was forced back again. The crack on his body was like a spring, and blood spurted out like death.

After the robe was soaked, it fell on the ground in a patter, leaving a series of **** footprints wherever he went.

But the middle-aged guest still didn't fall down, even if it became a broken leather bag that leaked everywhere, he still raised his hands and shot the imperial guards that rushed up, life and death unknown.

Suddenly, the middle-aged guest sighed and looked up at Qin Yu. His eyes were tired and gloomy, but there was no fear or unwillingness at all. Some were just a little calm and helpless.

"Zhongwuhou, this seat is about to die, but I promised someone else to go back to see her, and then exchange this piece of jade. Can I leave?"

He held up a piece of ink jade, completely dark, almost soaked in blood, but not stained at all.

Qin Yu glanced at this person and nodded, "Okay."

The imperial guard hesitated slightly.

Qin Yu said indifferently: "The consequences of this matter will be borne by Ben Hou." The guard stepped back, the middle-aged guest glanced at Qin Yu, smiled and turned away.

Watching him sprinkle blood all the way, all the way away, Qin Yu's eyes revealed a touch of complexity.

This person should be the strongest practitioner who Qin Yu has seen with his own eyes and is destined to die.

Not entering the emperor's realm, but at that level, I'm afraid the gap is limited. Such a character, who is willing to be driven, will die in today's night.

Taking a breath, calming down, Qin Yu jumped out of the carriage, and walked forward with blood.