See Jiangshan

Accompanied by the deafening echo, the entire back kitchen was on the verge of collapse, and wood and stone debris and dust were flying all over the sky.

That fierce force seemed to break open the door panel in the next second, blasting them all into pieces of flesh and blood.

Cheng Qianren stood disheartened and said anxiously, "Stop joking!"

The owner took out a whetstone, put a basin of water on the chopping board, and even moved a stool to sit down: "Who are you kidding? His martial art is useless, of course he is a useless person, the sword cannot be used, and I am also a useless person. You go and support it first, and wait for me to sharpen the sword."

Because of the rumors about Ning Fu's return, Gu Xuejiang feared and guarded against him.But seeing that Cheng Qianren got along with him as before, he also relaxed: "In times of crisis, of course we listen to the arrangements of our seniors, but Cheng San really can't do it, and he can't delay his death. Do you have a formation flag? I will try to strengthen the formation... "

Cheng Qianren was not as calm as him: "How can I hold on?!"

Sitting firmly like a mountain, the Dong family poured water on the whetstone, and slowly drew the sword. The dull sound of unsheathing made one's teeth ache.

"It's too unjust, you still pretend at this time? Undo the seal on your martial arts."

Cheng Qianren pounced on him and grabbed his collar: "What are you talking about, I don't understand!"

The boss flashed sideways: "If you don't understand, I will explain it to you!"

With five fingers hooked, he grasped Cheng Qianren's attacking arm, clasped the pulse door downward, and exerted force suddenly.

"what!--"

Cheng Qianren hissed and screamed, a berserk force rushed into the pulse gate, and severe pain came, burning into the body like a raging fire.

He heard a crisp cracking sound.But the wrist bone was not broken, instead it was like some kind of invisible barrier was shattered.

Dongjia frowned and said to himself, "It's pretty tight." He kept hitting Cheng Qianren's right shoulder with one hand, pulled his left arm, turned him around, and slapped Cheng Qianren three times on the back!

The cracking sound reappeared, this time the veins on Cheng Qianren's forehead bulged, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't cry out at all.

There is a clear burning sensation, as if the flames are spreading through the meridians of the bones, but every time it burns, it feels like the acupoints are being washed away, and the body becomes lighter.

Ning Fu also struck very quickly, when Gu Xuejiang rushed over to see clearly, she was dumbfounded.

Cheng Qianren's energy surged all over his body, his black hair was flying in all directions, his pressure was rising steadily, and he could hardly stop until the Qi refining was completed!

"How did you fight before, how do you still fight now."

"It doesn't matter who his opponent is, you just need to know who you are!"

Cheng Qianren had a headache and tinnitus, and vaguely heard his master finished these two sentences, followed by a light "Go!" ', I felt a strong force coming from the vest, and the wind was blowing under my feet, and the person flew forward.

Just as there was a loud bang, the door panel exploded, and Song Juefei appeared from among the falling pieces of wood.

He was still sitting in a wheelchair by the table, still dressed in white, but he had a scarlet whip in his hand, which made his imposing manner even more sinister and evil.

There is only a barrier of golden light flowing between them, but this is a single barrier, outsiders cannot enter, but insiders can go out.

Cheng Qianren rushed out of the barrier unabated, and when he saw the whip coming, he instinctively dodged sideways.

Song Juefei didn't expect that it was him who rushed out, and the whip slammed on the counter, smashing the entire counter and breaking the floor tiles!

While shouting: "Ning Fu Huan, you actually pushed someone out to die!"

Ning Fu was still unmoved, still sitting and sharpening his sword.

He just glanced at Gu Xuejiang, whose face was pale, and took out a cloth scroll from his arms and threw it to him: "I can't make a move. But my pulse is too weak, you can help me connect it temporarily, otherwise I still won't be able to fight."

Gu Xuejiang unfolded the cloth bag, and inside was a row of golden needles flickering with cold light.

He immediately collapsed even more than Cheng Qianren: "Senior, I can't!"

Using external force to connect broken martial arteries is unheard of. Is this person crazy? !Even if your golden needle is a powerful magic weapon, I don't have any real energy now, so I can't stimulate it, how can I use it? !

"You don't need to know it, just do as I say, keep your hands steady. There is a talisman engraved on the needle, you don't have real energy, but my martial arteries have..."

Gu Xuejiang took out the golden needle as she said, and tried her best to calm herself down, not to tremble at her fingertips.

At the same time, Song Juefei became even more angry: "How long are you going to hide? Well, you are all going to die anyway, so I'll kill him first!"

After saying that, he flipped his wrist, whipped his whip like a swimming dragon, and charged towards Cheng Qianren with a strong wind!

Before the long whip arrived, the strength rushed towards his face, Cheng Qianren rolled on the ground, rolled under the table, got up and threw the table to block it.

"Pa——" The wooden table shattered in mid-air, and the whip tip was blocked for a moment, but it still continued unabated, knocking him into the air!

Cheng Qianren was hit in the chest with a whip, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, he fell to the ground, and the floor tiles were smashed to pieces.

His whole body was in severe pain, as if on fire, his vision was dim, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

Song Juefei sneered: "Are you worthy of 'Shengui Biyi'? Only my master is worthy of this sword!"

Cheng Qianren reluctantly raised his head, and saw the whip slightly hit his wrist holding the sword, where it passed, it was full of force and the floor tiles rolled up.

The owner's words flashed in his mind.

He supported the ground with his sword, gritted his teeth and got up, and suddenly drew the sword out of its sheath.

The long whip has arrived, the pressure is overwhelming, life and death are at stake, something seems to be burning in the meridians all over his body, the shadow of the whip, which is as fast as lightning, suddenly slows down for a moment in his eyes.

At this moment, Cheng Qianren slashed the whip with a sword, and there was a clear sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

The strength came, and the wrist bone was tingling. He held the sword in both hands and slashed three times in a row.

"Clank!—"

The blade has been sharpened several times, and the rust spots have been shaken off, revealing its true color as smooth as a mirror.

Song Juefei wanted to wring this man's wrist off and roll him with the divine sword, but he was blocked repeatedly by the sword's edge.

Burning with rage, he changed the momentum of the whip, transported enough of the majestic true energy, rolled up the person in the air by the waist, and slammed down fiercely!

"boom!--"

The huge gap in realm was like a natural moat, and Cheng Qianren couldn't dodge it at all.

The ground was smashed into a big hole, and the whole noodle shop was trembling in the strong wind, and it was on the verge of falling.

When the smoke cleared, the person in the pool of blood still held the sword in his hand.

Cheng Qianren's eyes were blurred with blood, and only a trace of consciousness remained.

He thought, I can't die here, Zhuliu is still waiting for me to go home.

Ning Fu also pressed the whetstone with one hand and pressed the sword with his thumb, pouring water on it from time to time.I thought to myself, this piece is worth buying. I usually use it to sharpen kitchen knives, chop melons and vegetables, but now I use it to sharpen swords.

Dozens of golden needles were inserted into his back, and his face was as usual: "Hold the needle at Dashu point firmly, and turn half a circle to the east."

Gu Xuejiang twisted the needle slightly, her face was pale, cold sweat was dripping on her forehead, and she was actually a hundred times more nervous than the person who received the needle.

Ning Fu didn't say anything yet, but he knew how dangerous what he was doing, if he was a little careless, his martial veins burst and he died immediately.Song Juefei was unstoppable, and none of them would survive.

Hearing the sound of fighting in the store, he didn't dare to be distracted.It seemed that every second was infinitely elongated. I don't know how long it had passed before I finally heard—"Okay."

Gu Xuejiang seemed to have been relieved of all her strength, and sat slumped on the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief.

And Ning Fu even blew on the water droplets on the sword, and stood up.

***

The towering college library.

There are no rows of tall bookshelves on the top floor, but a lampstand instead.

They are all in the shape of bronze lotus flowers, like flowers blooming on the beech floor. The candles flicker in the wind, and the light and shadow intertwine.

There was a low square table by the window, and there were two people sitting cross-legged, facing each other and playing chess.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the spring breeze brings warmth.

One was a young scholar, the other was dressed in black, with sharp features, and a long black knife beside him.