salted fish soaring

"Shu Zi dare you!" Patriarch Zhao was shocked and furious.

The wind and snow were like a cage, and his unique escapism was broken by the power of the formation talisman, so he could only turn around and cast out the galaxy mantle, and hard-wired the Spring and Autumn Sword.

Pieces of thin snow fell on the Spring and Autumn Sword, coating the sword with bright silver light.

The sword energy manifested itself, and a phantom of a big sword leaped up from the front of Song Qian's fuselage, intending to sweep across Liuhe and shatter the galaxy with one sword.

Xian Jianchen laughed loudly: "Good apprentice! You already have the aura of a king, and the 'Spring and Autumn Sword' has been used by you!"

He laughed boldly, but in the wind and snow, he showed a sense of sadness and vicissitudes.

The phantom of the great sword is like a mountain pressing down on the top, and meteorite fragments continue to fall from the sky, and the curtain of the galaxy gradually dims.

Zhao Patriarch's face was pale.He suddenly realized that he was wrong.

He thought that his opponent in this battle was Xian Jianchen, and he had made various calculations and arranged various plans for Xian Jianchen.

And no matter how powerful Song Qianji is, he is just a junior.

Unexpectedly, with this "Spring and Autumn Sword", Song Qianji became more terrifying than Xian Jianchen!

Why is the king?

A high level of cultivation is not a king, a long lifespan is not a king, only a person who sacrifices his life to follow is the king.

Xian Jianchen's sword has been worn out, and his aura of kingship has weakened with the years, like the sunset on the west mountain.

Song Qianji is the new king who is rising slowly and full of arrogance. He has a thousand channels of strong luck, and he is the most suitable person for the Spring and Autumn Sword in the cultivation world today!

Qianqu, Qianqu again.

Ancestor Zhao flew down and fell into the Liusha River, avoiding the edge of the Spring and Autumn Sword: "What's the use of you showing your prestige here! After dawn, the Zhengdao Xianmeng will dispatch together to encircle and suppress Qianqu County, and your lair will be raided! "

Song Qianji followed closely behind, his face sinking like water, as if he didn't hear.

Patriarch Zhao yelled and cursed loudly, describing the tragic situation of Qianqu about to flow into rivers and piles of corpses.

"My disciple's heart is like a rock, and he is as immovable as a mountain. Do you think you can shake him by saying these things?" Xian Jianchen's indifferent voice came from the air, "Zhao Wu, you can't get out of this snow. Even if you can, the deity is still here!" Here, the deity still has seven swords, how could he let you go. You are a thousand-year-old tortoise, and you don't know how to fight at all."

"Ah!" A stern and angry shout sounded, full of despair and unwillingness.

The meteorite was cut into pieces by the Spring and Autumn Sword, and the yellow sand and thin snow flew all over the sky.

The most terrifying thing is when a strong enemy fights against trapped beasts.

Crazy because of despair, losing his mind because of anger, he will play all the cards and use all the backhands.

What's more, it is an ancestor who is enshrined by the family and has a deep foundation.

Song Qianji suddenly felt the pressure, but fortunately, the power of the array in the snowstorm was designed to defeat the opponent.

Ancestor Zhao's eyes were red, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood: "Even if the old man is going to die, you master and apprentice must stay! When the gate of Qianqu city is broken tomorrow, all the bones of the old man will be taken away, so that the family will survive for a thousand years in the future."

He opened his mouth, and a crimson ball spit out from his mouth.

The ball is only the size of a fist, but it is wrapped in golden red flames.The temperature of the desert rose suddenly, and the yellow sand became extremely hot under the firelight.

Snowflakes all over Zhao Patriarch's body melted rapidly, like a corner of an airtight cage being torn apart by the fire.

"This is the core fragment of his star river streamer, be careful!" Xian Jianchen shouted.

Needless to say, Song Qian made a decisive decision and threw the Spring and Autumn Sword!

"Boom!" The Spring and Autumn Sword collided with the fiery red ball like a heavy shield, and the latter burst in mid-air.

The strong wind caused a tornado to form on the Liusha River, and the sandstorm soared into the sky.

"Go!" Zhao Patriarch shouted.

The fragments of meteorites all over the sky hit Song Qianji like a torrential rain.

At this time, Chunqiu Sword has not returned, and Song Qianji has nothing in his hands.

Xian Jianchen shouted: "Take the sword again!"

"Crack!" Song Qianji stretched out his palm, grabbed the long sword flying in the air, and was about to fight back.

Unexpectedly, this sword has no blade, and the tip of the sword is smooth.Song Qianji held the sword in his hand, but felt that he was copying an iron rod or a big stick, which was extremely uncomfortable.

I only heard Xian Jianchen say: "This sword is called 'Ji Zhu', it's not good at killing, it's not good at attacking, it's not good at defense, it's not good at defending..."

The meteorite fragments exploded one after another, and the enemy's offensive became more and more crazy, which meant that they all died together.

Song Qianji only used Wufeng's long stick to resist, and was at a disadvantage for a while, and shouted angrily in his busy schedule:

"I can't attack or defend, why take it out at this time?!"

"It's good at 'blocking'." Xian Jianchen added.

block?

If you want to contain the rushing river and extinguish the explosive gunpowder, you cannot use the same water and fire to attack it, you can only "block".

Song Qianji changed his mind: "Thank you!"

Xian Jianchen said again: "Only the sword-wielder is extremely calm and able to control this sword. I will pass on a set of formulas to you as a teacher, which can help you calm your mind and clear your mind! You must remember that the benevolent is invincible."

Following Xian Jianchen's voice, Song Qianji recited it aloud, engraving the formula into his mind word by word.

The night is boundless, the wind and snow are cold, the flames are hot, and the yellow sand is endless. He is already red-eyed in the face of a strong enemy, but "Living the Sword" is like a gurgling spring, slowly pouring into his heart.

Ancestor Zhao fell into a desperate situation again, laughing maniacally: "Xian Jianchen, you want to use me as a sharpening stone for your apprentice, don't even think about it! Song Qianji, you will die with me today, and the city of Qianqu will be destroyed tomorrow!"

He was injured, but his aura increased rapidly, reaching the peak with an unstoppable momentum!

At this moment, Song Qianji slashed his sword and shouted, "Hold on!"

With a loud shout, it was like a blow to the head.

"boom!"

The wild laughter stopped abruptly.The self-explosion was blocked by the temporary sword, like a giant hand snuffing out the fuse of a bomb.

"How, how could..."

In Zhao Patriarch's unbelievable pupils, the Spring and Autumn Sword zoomed in rapidly.

A sword pierces the heart.

Zhao Patriarch's body split open like a mud puppet, and collapsed with a bang, flying ash mixed into the yellow sand.

Chunqiu Sword flew back and hovered in front of Song Qian's fuselage.

At this moment, Xian Jianchen drove the Shadowless Sword down from mid-air, and said leisurely: "You have subdued the 'Staying Sword', from now on you don't have to be afraid of any monk self-destructing."

Song Qianji calmed down and exclaimed, "What a sword!"

If "Chunqiu Sword" is a king and hero who fights horizontally and horizontally, "Qizhu Sword" is a benevolent monk who persuades people to turn around.

Song Qianji stroked the smooth blade, and couldn't help thinking: "There is such a sword in the world. If I got this sword in my previous life, I wouldn't have to suffer many injuries."

Half of the enemies he met in his previous life were strong and ruthless enemies.Such a person is forced to a dead end, fighting to destroy both body and soul, unable to take home, but also to perish with him.

"No, the breath of 'Let's live the sword' is peaceful and upright. If a person is too murderous and the sword is too ruthless, even if he has this sword, he will not be able to control it. Even if I got it before, it is useless." Song Qianji thought Through this verse, "A sword that comes just right is a good sword."

So far, he has won the third of the Nine Swords of the Sword God.

Xian Jianchen moved the sand with his feet, and suddenly sighed: "You shouldn't have killed him."

"Why?" Song Qianji wiped the blade clean.

"Letting him go with serious injuries can shake the morale of their allies and make them confused. Now that the enemy is in the dark, we are also in the dark. If the other party gets into chaos first, our chances of winning on the way to escape will be greatly increased."

Song Qianji shook his head: "Back then, in order to break through, he drained the spiritual energy of thousands of canals so that no grass could grow for thousands of miles. This is an old grudge. He sacrificed the star river mantle to kill me tonight. This is a new grudge. New grudges, old grudges, I will kill him .And we're not running for our lives."

Xian Jianchen pulled him onto the Shadowless Sword and continued to fly west: "What is that?"

"It's a breakthrough."

The wind and snow gradually weakened, and the snow flakes were almost transparent. Song Qianji looked back.

The night wind blew through his tattered clothes, and he saw curling purple smoke rising from Ziyun Temple.

"I've changed my mind," he said.

Xian Jianchen sat behind the sword and slacked off, forcing his junior to control Wuying: "Oh? You want to change the route?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "I want the whole world to know how you and I will go to the end of the road."

Xian Jianchen jumped up: "Are you crazy? Do you know how many people will come to kill us like this? In order to share the firepower with Qian Qu, you can't push this deity to a dead end."

"Why must it be a dead end? Maybe we can reach the end of the continent faster and more smoothly. Take a gamble?"

"You can't even push Pai Gow, are you addicted to gambling at this time?" Xian Jianchen felt ridiculous, "Are you asking me to risk my life?"

"Isn't this king also risking his life?!"

Although Song Qianji was called King Qianqu and King Song, according to Xian Jianchen's observation, Song Qianji was not very keen on these two titles, and even felt a little embarrassed.

It was the first time Xian Jianchen heard that Song Qianji called himself "the king", and he was stunned for a moment: "Well, the wings are stiff, I really shouldn't have given you the Spring and Autumn Sword."

"Are you scared?" Song Qianji said lightly.There was no sarcasm in his tone, but contempt in his eyes.

"Joke, the deity will be afraid? What do you want to bet?"

"People's hearts." Song Qianji said.

At the end of the night, the dawn gradually dawned.