Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

On the wilderness, Chu Qinghan was ordered by Shui Yunji to send Zongheng's disciple who had come to help against Emperor Yue a few days ago, back to his family.There are about 200 disciples in this group, led by Duan Jue.After getting along for a few days, Chu Qinghan felt that this indifferent and capable young man spoke very interestingly.

Duan Jue's indifference comes from nature, but it's not what he wants.Chu Qinghan talked with him a lot, and he was willing to spit out some words.Although he didn't know why the woman couldn't stop laughing when he made a sound.

"So, Patriarch Duan really let Young Master Duan wear a skirt? Hahahaha, I didn't expect him to be so witty and witty at times." Chu Qinghan laughed.Even the group of vertical and horizontal disciples behind them were extremely active and jubilant.

"You..." Duan Jue suddenly felt that he was talking too much. "You guys, shut up." He glared back.Sure enough, it still had some effect. The disciples at least covered their mouths with their hands, or buried their heads, holding their breath desperately.

Chu Qinghan patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's human nature to be happy, angry, sad and happy. Why do you have to force others to—"

But seeing Ziye Moge's complexion suddenly turned stiff and cold, he dispatched troops swiftly, dodged behind the crowd with lightning speed, raised his finger and slapped his finger, and suddenly appeared the clear Hatsune sound.Exploding the air blade, slandering suddenly and secretly. "Who. Come out."

The silent killer came from the dark, and the Longwu halberd scratched the ground, leaving a thin and deep knife mark.Everyone was alert.

Immediately, a puff of inexplicable white smoke floated from the center of the earth, and a lonely shadow stabbed swiftly.Duan Jue's famous sword is in his hand, and he will fight with the Longwu halberd.The two soldiers crossed each other, and there was a sharp sound of swords.

People in the forest domain.Chu Qinghan's brows were erected coldly, killing intent emerged.Standing up on the qin platform, burning incense, raising red sleeves, and making cold kills without mercy.Strings make bows, winds make arrows, black silk wraps around qin, qin kills and kills.

Gong Wuyou was affected by the focal length of both sides, and his strength was stronger than both. The halberd swirled, disturbing Duan Jue's attacking sword.Duan Jue turned his body to perform a move, concentrated his left hand into a palm, and slapped the bow to Wuyou's face.Seeing this, Gong Wuyou split his hand to fight against it.At the same time, he held the halberd with one hand, driving the famous sword to tilt and retreat.The halberd gathers Qi, and kills with the string of Chu Qinghan in a while.Vigorously colliding, blasting away the remaining prestige.

Just as Chu Qinghan launched another offensive, a starburst suddenly rose in the sky, rising to a month ago, suddenly turning into a rain of arrows, and the rapid transformation made it impossible to guard against.In order to protect his disciples, Chu Qinghan's goal was forced to change, his fingers shook the waves, and the piano whistled in the sky.The tide of voiced and voiced sounds is like hundreds of strings moving, a song that shakes the sky, and finally solves the rain of arrows.Ten miles away from the battlefield, Yuezheng drew his bow and bowed his strings, and drew a vast star trace with his right hand, and then took the initiative.

Looking at the battle between Gong Wuyou and Duan Jue, the two sides are fighting each other, and the speed of the moves is dizzying.In the blink of an eye, it was Duan Jue who was on the verge of defeat for the first time.Hundreds of disciples couldn't take care of themselves and still wanted to help the two of them, but at this moment, Chu Qinghan heard a burst of screams.Hundreds of figures swayed from all directions, all of them were forest soldiers.Suppression in the open, checks and balances in the dark, the battle situation is dangerous.

Chu Qinghan heard a chaotic sound behind him, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the person from the forest region was about to penetrate a person's body with a sword, and with a burst of rage, the qi blade directly cut off the person's neck, blood spilled on the dry grass, and his head left.

Bi Fang's three locks are intact, why is there a forest army?

While Chu Qinghan was puzzled, he didn't dare to relax at all, while resisting the dense and cold arrow feathers like heavy rain and snow, he tried his best to protect his disciples.The frenzied rhythm of the piano is tightly wrapped around the pulse, and the mighty vigor reverberates across the vast land.Within a moment, more than a dozen soldiers in the Senyu area collapsed.

Gong Wuyou saw that his side was in danger, so he threw away Duan Jue with a few tricks, and turned to Ziye Moge.Chu Qinghan changed his mind briskly, embraced the guqin, raised his legs and put it a few feet out of the piano platform.When the case came up several times, Gong Wuyou didn't stop, he chopped with the halberd, and the wood immediately fell apart.

Seeing that the sword was close to him, and it was stagnant and swift, Chu Qinghan pressed the harp on the upper-spinning blade, and suddenly pulled the string to make a moon, and the sound was like a thunderclap.Gong Wuyou responded with a halberd, but Chu Qinghan predicted that the enemy would be the first to take the lead in the battle.For some reason, she felt that the speed of the person in front of her was much slower, and her offensive strength was obviously weaker.

At some point, the rain of arrows stopped.Chu Qinghan, who was fighting hard to win, had no distractions and no idea.

The smoke and clouds are billowing, making it difficult to see clearly, and to distinguish between friend and foe.

But at this time, the situation changed again.The magnificence and beauty beyond the world shake a blush of youth, the swallow is charming, the moon is ashamed, the fish does not know how to swim, and the goose does not know how to fly.Flying flowers are all over the sky, and fairies descend to dust.

"A tree is full of flowers and shadows, and the cold moon is slanting; a hectare of ears is full of people, and it flows into my heart."

The peach blossoms rolled up the elegant wind, leaving a sweet and greasy place, and Chu Qinghan's figure was no longer seen.

On the high cliff ten miles away, Lezheng Maosu put away his bow and arrow, and when he turned around, he saw Gong Wuyou approaching slowly.

"Help, it's okay, isn't it?" The boy-like man pouted his head with doubts on his face.What he meant was: It doesn't matter that she was rescued.

Gong Wuyou let out a "hmm".Absconding in fear of crime is the result that can make Feng Nanxing more satisfied.

In the wilderness, Duan Jue supported the bloody shoulder injured by the zither blade, looking at the corpse of his comrade covered in peach petals all over the ground, feeling desolate and absent-minded.

Who said that the ghost was abused by the tyrant, and the soul of injustice is still in the base of the soul.Several ancient houses stand beside the forest, and a group of puppets all have sword shoes.The moss on the broken stele is gone, and the autumn wind is blowing up the fallen leaves in the courtyard.Cantonese witches beat drums and blow horns, singing and begging for new blessings all day long.Hungry birds grab the meat and dance among the plates, while wild butterflies look for sweets and throw them into the cups.Shouting smoke and blowing mist to make subtle changes, there is no reason for the past.

There is a myriad of things, all kinds of magic come together, from Liangyi, Yue Sanjiao, in the hundred-year-old Lvhui fairy trail, suddenly there is a sound of wild bombing.Yue Dixiong spun the spear in his palm, and towards all directions, he threw ten thousand golden lights angrily.For two days, he has been trapped by Wei Huang's trick for two full days.During these 24 hours, he has been held back in this world of ink painting.The dark green landscape, the desolate world, he is incompatible with this scene, but he cannot escape the shackles of this painting environment.

His offensives in all directions disappeared into endlessness one by one, as if being swallowed up silently, and seemed to never stop because there was nothing to touch.How big is it here, where are the boundaries, and where are the weaknesses.

The world is desolately quiet, so quiet that there is no sound.His movements became the only sound.In this dead silence, the imprisoned bird will become more and more irritable, and more and more desperate after the irritable.Of course, Emperor Yue was never a bird.

"Huawujian, do you think Gu can be controlled by this small painting world?"

Emperor Yue yelled at the sky angrily, igniting an even stronger aura of Jin Jie.The voice of indignation was the name of Emperor Wei.

That damned stinky girl who is only soft and indecisive.

Thinking of Emperor Wei's name, he glared and gnashed his teeth more angrily, the spear passing by was ten times more ruthless.Jin solves the sharpness and renders half the sky.Under Emperor Yue's strong attack, the world of ink painting was finally affected and was on the verge of collapse.

Emperor Yue looked at the gradually shattered realm, and smiled bitterly.Another powerful sweep, completely destroying Emperor Wei's trick.As the realm melted, the entire fairyland was affected and violently turbulent.The 36 mulberry trees on the road collapsed one after another, agitating and billowing dust waves.

The man with golden armor and cold soldier stepped on the dead tree, every step was cold-blooded, every step was ruthless, and every step went straight to Weihuang's palace.In the past, he tricked her into imprisoning Lord Yingdan Zhijun with him, and she disappeared after setting up the flying leaf array.He came here earlier to seek clues, and he entered and exited smoothly.Nothing was gained, but it was never blocked.But this time Yushenji persuaded him to go here again, and there was an additional obstacle in the Lvrui fairy trail.

"Emperor Wei, you have endured humiliation for many years, knowing that Jun Zhi died tragically, and you finally can't stand it and want to come back? But you don't weigh yourself, what ability do you have to compete with Gu." Emperor Yue thought so. "But why does Yushenji know about the changes in the fairy traces..."

In the forest domain, apart from Emperor Nishui, in terms of treachery, if Yushenji was ranked second, no one would dare to call it number one.Back then, in order to take the "Siyi Shengzi Scroll" of the Yinyang family, Thirteen Cavalry attacked Zongheng and caused Zhongzhou to wrongly guess that "Xuanhai sulfur post" was Senyu's goal.But after Duan Feiyuan's self-assertive cleverness, Senyu took advantage of the situation to attack the Yinyang Xiaojia, which caused a rift between the two masters of Zhongzhou.Then use the Xiaojia terrain to break through the defense line of the Han River, causing Thirteen Cavalry to fight Luoshen and Sanyuan.All of them are planned by Yu Shenji.

The heroic soldiers who went to attack Yin and Yang were defeated in front of Luoshen.But these were also expected by Yushenji, and slowly released ghost thoughts, continuing to divide the interior of Zhongzhou.However, Luoshen, who re-named Wanjia, was greatly weakened in strength, and did nothing when most people were possessed by strange thoughts. Perhaps it was his masterpiece created during the First Battle of the Han River.

Yushenji asked him to investigate by such a coincidence, did he just come here and became suspicious, or did he simply collude with Emperor Wei and want to kill him.

The Immortal Trace Palace is still green.Even though the owner has disappeared, these flowers and grass leaves are still growing luxuriantly.The skylight of the hall is a piece of clean and transparent glass, no matter how hot the sun is, the light in the hall will always be warm and friendly.Vines covered with leaves, covered the ceiling and four walls, extending to the cold and deserted throne.The stone walls, stone pillars, and stone slabs are full of cracks, but they are also green.This is a palace of natural plants, symbolizing life and hope.

A beam of light folded through the glass, the warm beam allows people to clearly see the dandelions floating in the air.Quiet, silent.No one sets foot, unaffected, far away from the hustle and bustle, and breeds hope.

At this time, the ambitious king stepped here with the breath of desire and mortal world.The air seemed to stagnate for it too.

"The violent fluctuations just now didn't affect Weihuang Palace one iota. It seems that Hua Yinwu is indeed hiding something." Emperor Yue thought about it, and the golden spear suddenly hit the ground.What followed was the power of Jinjie that exploded out.Cracked, fragmented, shattered.The hall is only in one action, and it is in his knowledge.

A breath of compassion that clears everything, he clearly perceives it.

Under that throne, the coveted Muyuan is sealed.

Emperor Yue is happy, but he is not stupid.Emperor Wei was able to block the induction of the five kings, and fled and hid for so many years, isn't it just to preserve her body, her cultivation and her life.Now this Muyuan suddenly appeared in front of him, allowing him to take it.Why? "How does the Huawu sword cut out the wooden yuan and put it in the fairy trail? Gu can't feel with her, is she dead? That's really a pity. The cat catches the mouse, and the mouse loses its life before the cat sees the mouse. Ah."

But no matter what, Mu Yuan is right in front of him.Even if Emperor Wei has any other tricks——

Just try it out.

The golden spear whirlwind, shocking the enemy.The moment the storm blasted the throne, all the plants and trees turned into nothingness.

However, at this moment, a bitter woody fragrance rolled out from the gaps around it.It actually caused the Gu poison in Emperor Yue's body to resonate.

In an instant, the Gu worms that had been suppressed by the nine needles of the Spirit Pivot and fell asleep became active again, excruciating pain that caused Emperor Yue to bow his dragon's back and sweat profusely.

"Flower Dance Sword! I will tear you to pieces!"

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①Midnight Silent Song·Chu Qinghan: Belongs to Tongxuan Nanzong.