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There were aides in the middle of the chair, and Le Shiqi left and returned in a hurry, which did not arouse any speculation or association.

Le Shiqi returned to the hall to start the trial of Guo Ye's murder of his parents. Fu Chuan was not at ease about Le Shiqi's mental state at the moment, so he sat in the corner and listened.There are not too many doubts about this case. The troublesome thing is to sort out the facts of the case. You have to learn how Guo Ye learned that the sword curse can kill his parents, how he obtained the evil sword curse, and why he cast spells on Guo's father and mother. It involves the members of the Xia Shaomeng.

It took a very long time to bring all the people involved in the case to the court for interrogation of their testimony, and Fu Chuan was bored waiting.

Just at dusk, Fu Chuan felt boundless fear surging from Long Nu, and subconsciously jumped up to the eaves of the prefect's mansion.I saw that the western sunset had turned into an incredible blood red, and the setting sun was like a battered egg yolk, blurring the sky.

In the blood-colored setting sun, a green dragon figure that was more than ten miles long rolled among the clouds, uttering a silent dragon chant of grief and anger.

The dragon girl meets a strong enemy!

The Muhe Spear between Fu Chuan's fingers tumbled out, rushing towards the direction where Longnu was in a hurry.

The emotions connected to Shun Shu's heart were extremely angry and fearful, and Fu Chuan could even feel the desperate trembling of Dragon Girl.He tried his best to run towards Long Nu, but it was too far.As far as his eyes can see, the entire Wuxing City is separated, far away from the mountains.

Seeing that the dragon girl was in danger, Fu Chuan didn't care whether to disturb the people, his spear flew quickly, and the wind whistled past his ears.

He summoned the dragon girl in his heart through the book taming connection: come to me.Come on!hold onto!

however.

tens of miles away.

The violently tumbling green dragon seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, and the dragon's blood splattered all over the sky, turning into the setting sun.

The connection between Fu Chuan's heart and the dragon girl quickly weakened, and the feeling that gradually became like a gossamer made Fu Chuan feel anxious. The cloud climbing technique and the spear control technique were mixed alternately. The figure of Fu Chuan stopped and led him roaring forward.

[Yes, magic weapon.The magic weapon that my elder brother gave me. ] Fu Chuan just remembered this.

Ruyi Flying Boat was extremely fast, and flew seven or eight miles away with Fu Chuan in an instant, and arrived at the place where Dragon Girl was attacked in the blink of an eye.

"Dragon!" Fu Chuan didn't know the name of the dragon girl.

The dragon girl, who was more than ten miles long, had already turned into a cloud in the air, and the dragon body that Fu Chuan saw was just an afterimage left by her.

Looking at the blood-red Cangxia sky, Fu Chuan looked around, trying to find the body of the dragon girl, it doesn't matter if it is in the shape of a human or a palm-sized dragon, as long as she still exists! —However, no.

There is no entity.

Only the blood-colored glow of ominousness and killing remained in the midair.

"Who—" Fu Chuan's eyes were red, and he grasped the Muhe Spear tightly, "Kill my dragon!"

Above the sky, a wave of pure and yang thunder qi aimed at the top of Fu Chuan's head and smashed down.

The magic weapon "not leaving the body" on Fu Chuan's waist quickly pulled out a purple light, blocking the thunder qi for a while, and the clear water golden light lotus in Fu Chuan's bag also flew out automatically, covering the top of Fu Chuan's head, holding it tightly Thunder Qi that has not yet dissipated.

If so, Fu Chuan was shocked by the thunder qi, which affected the injury of Yin Zhen's phalanx that he forcibly used the six-pole yin and yang mirror to find before, and his qi disappeared suddenly.

He stepped back thirty feet, landed on the hillside, looked up at the sky: "Who is sneak attack!"

A familiar figure in Yunjian approached with a sword, dressed in a black Taoist robe and a wooden hairpin in a bun, it turned out to be Shangguan Shiyi.

Fu Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the figure on the cloud in disbelief.That must be the master, but what the master is holding is not a light snow spear, but a simple and cold copper sword. The sword is narrow and thin, and has never been sharpened.

"Master." Fu Chuan bowed his knees and complained to Shangguan Shiyi, "Someone killed the disciple's tame object. I beg Master to make the decision."

Shangguan Shiyi's eyes were as cold as frost, looking at Fu Chuan without any familiar tenderness and love.Just when Fu Chuan was suspicious, the ancient sword in Shangguan Shiyi's hand flashed out a streak of purple lightning, and a majestic thunder qi howled up, hitting Fu Chuan fiercely.

Fu Chuan had long felt that there was something wrong with this master, so he was wary, and the golden lotus lamp with clear water dripped and swirled above his head, protecting him desperately.

"What are you!" Fu Chuan asked.

He didn't dare to scold too harshly, because this "Shangguan Shiyi" was different from the sword spirit he met just now, it seemed to be really the skin of the master.

The other party didn't talk to him at all, and he was like the incarnation of Thunder God. When he sacrificed the ancient sword, there would be thunder and lightning whistling, hitting Fu Chuan's head one after another.Fu Chuan was protected by a clear water golden lotus lamp, and there was another layer underneath that was not detached from his body, barely able to withstand the deafening thunder.

However, being struck by lightning all the time is not a solution.

Fu Chuan took out the six-pole yin and yang mirror from the bag, silently recited the secret text taught by the elder brother, and pointed at Shangguan Shiyi on the cloud to take a photo.

Not waiting for the mirror to identify himself, Shangguan Shiyi had already noticed it, and popped out a wisp of purple electricity with the fingers of his left hand.

The six pole yin and yang mirror turned into powder in an instant.Fu Chuan quickly dropped the bronze mirror and cursed quietly.

The thunder qi that exploded on his head became more ruthless each time, and Fu Chuan could feel the Qingshui Jinguang lotus lamp crumbling, no matter how powerful the magic weapon was, it couldn't hold back such pure thunder qi.Fu Chuan has mainly practiced martial arts and forged his body in recent years, and his attainments in law cultivation are extremely limited. Once the Qingshui Golden Light Lotus Cup is smashed, he basically has no means to deal with Leifa.

The only option now is to fight "Shangguan Shiyi" in close quarters first while the Qingshui Jinguanglianzhan can still be carried.

"My big senior brother, I really saw a ghost!" Fu Chuan cursed in a low voice, and soared up into the clouds.

Now that the identity of the other party cannot be confirmed, Fu Chuan is of course unwilling to sit still.Even if you do something wrong and want to be cleared by the master, you still have to go to the temple of worship and say one, two, three in front of the statue of the ancestor, right?How can there be a word that will be chopped off without saying a word?

Fu Chuan shot upwards through the clouds, but the opponent seemed to be covered with a golden gang, the tip of the gun wiped sparks along the void, and it didn't touch the hem of his clothes.

His counterattack angered "Shangguan Shiyi", the other party's hands stretched out, like holding pearls, and everything in the world was like two canvases, which was grabbed by that person and began to twist and deform.Fu Chuan was inevitably affected by being in it. He only felt that the six poles and all directions were being squeezed rapidly, and the five elements of yin and yang that could be freely used were all emptied in an instant——he lost the power of floating, and directly fell to the ground.

Falling is not terrible.

What's frightening is that the other party seems to have taken control of this world, turning the living world into a painting.

This is a double crushing of realm and law cultivation.

Fu Chuan could only use the Muhe spear and the clear water golden lotus lamp to forcibly support the space around him, so that he would not be assimilated by the "painting".

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in the depths of his mind: [Purple Leaf Paper. 】

Big Brother!

Fu Chuan was overjoyed, his hand was one step ahead of his thoughts, and he had already taken out the magic weapon "Purple Leaf Paper" in the bag.

The original purple leaf paper was the flower paper that Xie Qinghe used to write on his desk all the year round. After being refined into a magic weapon, it was used to harvest ghosts and evil spirits.

[Recite the secret spell silently and throw it out directly. 】The familiar voice secretly reminded Fu Chuan.

Fu Chuan recalled the secret words written to him by Xie Qinghe, tapped the secret spell between his teeth, lifted the golden light from the corner of the clear water golden lotus cup, and threw the thin flower note out.

What surprised Fu Chuan was that the moment the purple leaf paper flew out, it turned into fly ash and disappeared without a trace.

He was stunned that the magic weapon didn't work, and the next second, the pressure of the outside world's tearing and squeezing disappeared.The scenery of heaven and earth has been restored to its original state, the cycle of yin and yang of the five elements has restarted, and the six poles and eight directions have become spacious again.

"Shangguan Shiyi" on the cloud seemed to have suffered a backlash, spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, and swept his cold eyes towards Fu Chuan.

"Xie, Qing, He." The man named them word by word.

Fu Chuan immediately confirmed that this person was not the master.

It is impossible for the master to use such a cold and murderous tone to call the elder brother's name so viciously.He is usually called Qinghe, and when he is emotional, he is Qinghe's disciple. Fu Chuan has never heard his master call him senior brother by his first and last name.

"What on earth are you? Why did you snatch my mentor's skin?" Fu Chuan pointed at him with the tip of a gun, "Get out!"

Fu Chuan was furious, and there was a familiar voice in his mind advising: 【Can't fight, prepare to run. 】

The other side looked slightly sideways.

Fu Chuan immediately realized that every time the elder brother's voice sounded in his mind, "Shangguan Shiyi", who was riding a cloud in mid-air, made a very subtle detection movement.

——He is looking for senior brother!

This made Fu Chuan, who was full of anger, suddenly became extremely calm.

Fu Chuan is a character who loves to fight desperately, and has the ancestral fault of the Hanjiang Sword Sect. The Dragon Girl died innocently. Even if Xie Qinghe warned him that he couldn't fight, he still had to "try" and fight for his life before thinking about it. "run".

However, this person was obviously searching for "big brother".

Fu Chuan still doesn't know where Xie Qinghe is, and how he talks to his mind, but he knows that he must protect the elder brother.

Then run.

Of course it is not Fu Chuan's style to run away.

He sacrificed the Daluo Golden Seal on the spot, and threw his head at "Shangguan Shiyi", followed by Muhe Spear, and stabbed the opponent 78 times.

Regardless of how strong the opponent's bodyguard Jin Gang is, there will be a moment of delay when facing Da Luo Jinyin.The Muhe Spear is even more deadly when pierced, Dangdangdang is extremely precise and all pierced in the same place - the bodyguard itself has a similar effect of sticking to clothes, which can remove the force of the attack and make the sharp weapon slippery in all directions.Fu Chuan's 78 spears were all stabbed in the same position, which shows that Wuxiu is solid.

The most frightening thing was that Fu Chuan had a murderous look on his face. He knew that he had only stabbed 78 shots, but "Shangguan Shiyi" who he stabbed repeatedly did not know.

From "Shangguan Shiyi"'s point of view, Fu Chuan had just gone crazy, and he wanted to pierce through his protective golden gang with all his might, and he would be destroyed.

The youth is as bloody as a tiger.

Just when "Shangguan Shiyi" frowned and recalled the bronze sword, intending to knock away Fu Chuan who was entangled in the close fight——

The Ruyi Flying Boat flew over quickly, supported Fu Chuan's figure, and ran away without a trace in two or three strokes.

At this time, it was already dark.

"Shangguan Shiyi" stood on the cloud and looked down, quickly retracted the ancient sword into its sheath, suddenly coughed, and a bloody arrow spurted out of his mouth.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowned and said, "You have raised two head disciples to give you the mantle. One wants to release the group of demons, and the other joins the demon clan. I have no choice but to go down to clean up the mess. Guilty, what else are you going to do?"

"It's really not as good as one generation after another." "Shangguan Shiyi" snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared into the clouds.