Dressed up as his brother

The eye of the Tiansha Formation is a small park on the street, and there are two men in police uniforms guarding the entrance to prevent ordinary people from entering.

Nanrong ran close, took out something from his pocket and waved it in front of the policeman's eyes, and the two people moved out of the way.

"Hurry up, the defense is about to fail." Feeling the shock of the defense array, Nan Rong was in a hurry, and ran in while grabbing Chong Yang's wrist.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, Chongyang was a little stunned, he couldn't react for a while, so he was dragged and ran like this.By the time he reacted, he had already reached the center of the formation eye.

In the center of the formation eye, a black black iron sword with faint light was imprisoned in the air. The black iron sword couldn't help trembling, and with the trembling, there were bursts of buzzing sounds, and a strong murderous aura emanated from the blade. out, splitting the surrounding air.

Presiding over the defensive formation was an old man in a tunic suit. The old man's long hair was loose and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel his breath was very weak.As long as the old man relaxes a little, the formation will be defeated.

"Old Chen, back away." Seeing that the old man was about to lose his hold, Nan Rong walked over without thinking, and took over the old man's position.

The pressure on the old man dissipated, and the whole person relaxed, and he staggered back a few steps, almost falling, but fortunately someone helped him in time.

"Get up!" Nan Rong let out a low cry, and the soul-calling banner placed aside was attracted by the spiritual power and flew out, swiped and unfolded in mid-air, spinning and standing in the sky above the murder weapon.

The bells under the soul-calling flag jingled, and the spiritual power overflowed circle after circle, reinforcing the defensive formation.

The vibration of the murder weapon slowed down, as if it had been suppressed, but the buzzing sound was louder, and the murderous aura that overflowed was stronger, and the tip of the sword was even more bloody.

Nanrong frowned slightly, standing in front of the murder weapon, his clothes were windless and automatic, the setting sun reflected his figure, refracting a magnificent light, like a beam of holy light falling on his body.

At this moment, Nanrong was so holy and powerful that Chongyang looked a little crazy.

"Chongyang!" Nan Rong in the holy light suddenly turned his head, his light-colored pupils were fringed with a halo, and he looked straight at Chongyang.

Chongyang understood that it was time for him to make a move. He stepped forward, but he didn't walk towards Nanrong, but walked up to a young Taoist priest next to him, and stretched out his hand.

The Taoist didn't know Chongyang, and when he saw Chongyang stretching out his hand towards him, he looked confused: "What's wrong?"

"Is there any Shashasha Talisman?" Chongyang asked.

"Yes." He is a Taoist priest, and he came out this time to break through the formation, so naturally he has all kinds of spells.

"Give it to me."

Knowing that the situation was urgent, the young Taoist priest took out all the talismans without asking any further questions: "There are still six broken talismans left, but I have others..."

"Enough." Chong Yang didn't wait for the young Taoist priest to introduce his other spells, he directly raised his hand and took away the six breaking evil charms, then turned and walked towards Nanrong.

"Let go." Chongyang shouted to Nanrong.

At this time, Chongyang was still some distance away from Nan Rong, and he was not seen making magic formulas or sacrificial artifacts, just holding a few spells that he had begged for temporarily, and his appearance looked extremely unreliable.But Nanrong didn't say anything, he didn't even look back at Chongyang, the moment he heard Chongyang let him go, he put away the soul-calling banner.

The tinkling of the bell stopped abruptly, and the imprisoned weapon rushed out like a wild horse running wild.

"The defense must be broken..."

The people around exclaimed, but before the broken characters fell, the six spells flew in the air, forming a circle, and stopped the murder weapon again.

"Buzzing~~~"

The murder weapon trembled unceasingly, rampaging in the circle surrounded by the spell, but couldn't break through the defense no matter what.

blocked?Everyone in the field, except Nan Rong who was about to seal it, all showed surprised expressions, especially the young Taoist priest who lent a spell to Chongyang just now, staring at the six spells in midair with disbelief, for a long while, raised his hand. He poked his junior brother with his hand: "Junior brother, did I draw that spell?"

"Should...it should be." Chongyang also saw it when he borrowed the spell.

"Why didn't I know that the talismans I drew were so powerful?" The young Taoist was confused. Could it be that he had underestimated himself all these years?Maybe he is a genius for drawing characters?

At this time, Chongyang was putting his pockets in a relaxed manner, and said to Nan Rong who was not far away: "The painting of the Shasha Talisman is too rubbish, it won't last long, hurry up."

"Okay." Even if Chongyang didn't remind, Nan Rong didn't dare to delay.

"..." Just now, he thought he was a young Taoist priest who was a genius at drawing symbols.

The junior brother at the side patted his senior brother on the shoulder comfortingly.

The movements in Nanrong's hands were extremely fast. He first raised his hand to take out a dark iron box, raised his hand to uncover it, and injected spiritual power. The moment the spiritual power was injected, a golden light shone from the inside of the iron box, revealing a complex pattern. The sealing formation came.

Chongyang raised his brows and looked in Nanrong's direction.

This breath must be the Spirit Sealing Formation.

Nan Rong's slender fingertips brushed against the edge of the iron box, and a drop of bright red blood fell down the fingertips and dripped into the iron box.

The golden light in the box is more prosperous.

"Go." Chongyang raised his hand and threw the iron box out, the murder weapon sensed the drop of blood containing spiritual power in the iron box, and rushed over like crazy.And at the moment when the murder weapon approached, golden light shot up into the sky, turning into countless silk threads to bind the murder weapon.

"Buzzing~~"

As if realizing that he was about to be sealed, the murder weapon slammed into it crazily, and the overflowing murderous aura surged, like the ink sprayed by an octopus, instantly covering up the light of the seal.

Nan Rong's complexion suddenly changed.

The force that erupted from the murder weapon at this moment was so strong that it broke through the restraint of the Fengling Formation and the barrier of the six spells at the same time, and flew straight towards Chongyang's front door.The murderous aura coming from the shop made Chongyang's face change in shock.

This is no ordinary murder weapon, this is an ancient murderous weapon!What the heck, I missed it.

"Be careful." There were exclamations one after another.

It was too late to dodge, and there was no magical weapon by his side, so Chongyang had no choice but to catch the murderous soldier with his palm.He was lucky in the palm of his hand, spread his five fingers, and was about to raise his hand to catch it, but the murderous soldier stopped a second before he touched it.

"Tick."

Something warm fell on the palm of his hand, which was sticky and full of aura.

Chongyang looked at the murderous soldier who was close at hand. There was a white and slender palm on the dark sword, the blade was deeply embedded in five fingers, and there was a dark red liquid dripping from the tip of the sword. It fell on the palm of his hand. on something.

"Are you okay?" the owner of the palm asked with concern.

Chongyang blinked, but couldn't react for a while.

"Old Chen, this is an ancient evil soldier. I can't seal it alone. Ask my senior brother to bring the Qingling sword." The Qingling sword is the treasure of Qingfengguan Town Temple. Amazing, can break all evil spirits.With the Qingling Sword, it might be possible to cut off this ancient fierce soldier.

"But you..." Old Chen looked at Nan Rong's wounded and bleeding hand hesitantly. At this time, the murderous soldier was already devouring Nan Rong's blood.

"Quick! I can't hold on for long." The murderous soldier didn't struggle anymore after being held by him, not because he was controlling him, but because he was greedy for his blood.But the more blood the murderous soldiers devour, the greater the power and the faster the devouring speed.

"Okay." Chen Lao also knew that there was no delay, so he hurried to the side, took out his mobile phone and called Qingfengguan.

Ancient murderous weapons are different from ordinary murder weapons. Ordinary murder weapons are refined by monks with the help of hostile energy from all directions. Their power depends on the hostile energy absorbed during refining. The lethality can be estimated.The ancient murderous soldiers are different. The ancient murderous soldiers must be the murder weapons first, and the murder weapons of the past are different from the current murder weapons.Now, a weapon can become a murder weapon if it kills one person, but in the past, it was a murder weapon when it killed thousands of people.After the precipitation of time, I don't know how many methods were sacrificed by so many warlocks during this period, the power is immeasurable.

And the one in front of him has not yet fully awakened.

When Nanrong's palm was cut, there was still blood oozing and dripping, but at this time, it was all swallowed up by the murderous soldiers.

"Let go." Chongyang said.

The same sentence, said by the same person, but this time Nanrong did not let go.

"With its current devouring speed, you will be sucked dry in at most 10 minutes." Chongyang said.

"Just wait until my senior brother brings the Qingling Sword." Nanrong said.

"What if your senior brother can't make it?"

"I've always had good luck." Nanrong smiled weakly.

"Did your good luck make you seek death?" Chongyang cursed, suddenly raised his hand, and grabbed the other end of the murderous soldier.

"What are you doing?" Nan Rong's pupils shrank.

"Since you can't seal it, then recognize the Lord." Chongyang exerted force, and the blood from his fingertips overflowed.The murderous soldier let out a joyful beep, mixed two streams of blood full of spiritual energy, and sucked frantically.

At the same time, a string of ancient and mysterious spells overflowed from Chongyang's lips.

With a buzzing sound, the murderous soldier kept jumping in the air, and the blade rubbed against the fingertips of the two, making the cut deeper, and the blood overflowing faster, but neither of them let go.

As if knowing that he couldn't break free, all the murderous aura inside the murderous soldier suddenly surged out and poured directly into Chongyang's body.With a muffled snort, Chongyang's body suddenly glowed with black air, and his eyes were gradually replaced by a thick black color, as if his whole body had become that fierce soldier in an instant.

"Chongyang?" Nan Rong wondered.

"Let go." Chong Yang looked at Nan Rong with those pure black eyes.

Without any hesitation, Nan Rong let go of his hand immediately.Because he knew that the longer he held it, the more blood was absorbed, the stronger the power of that murderous soldier, and the more difficult it would be for Chongyang to subdue the murderous soldier.

Seeing that Nan Rong let go of his hand, Chongyang closed his eyes, and his whole body turned into a black murderous vortex, standing there quietly.

This is a duel, a duel between Chongyang and the fierce soldiers, if Chongyang cannot subdue the fierce soldiers, he will be swallowed by the fierce soldiers.On the contrary, the fierce soldier will become his magic weapon.

Nan Rong's eyes flickered, and the purple light flowed around his body almost without hesitation. The powerful force of luck squeezed away the thick murderous vortex abruptly, and merged into the center of Chongyang's eyebrows.

Even if no one has subdued the fierce soldiers, I hope you can.

I don't know how long it took before Chongyang's tightly closed eyes opened again. There was a purple meaning flowing in the dark pupils, repelling the strong killing intent, gradually became clear, and finally returned to black and white.And almost at the same time Chongyang woke up, the fierce soldiers who had been shaking and resisting suddenly lost their strength and became quiet.

The murderous vortex enveloping one man and one soldier also returned to the sword body.

It was a success? !

People around watched this scene in disbelief.

Even Nanrong was stunned for a moment, he carefully observed Chongyang for a while, and after confirming that Chongyang's sanity was still there, he cautiously said: "Are you okay."

Chongyang smiled, holding the Xuantie sword and casually twisted the sword flower: "Except for some people wanting to kill, everything else is normal."

"..." Nanrong stared at him silently.

In addition to being difficult to tame, the ancient fierce soldiers also have a great hidden danger. The blood-stained killing intent that has been stored for thousands of years will affect the people around them and make them brutal and murderous.The master is the first to bear the brunt.

Therefore, the murderous soldiers often change hands.And each master does not live long.

"What are you looking at, isn't it that you are lucky? If it weren't for me, you would have died by now." Chongyang has always felt that luck is a good thing, but if you blindly rely on it, you may die early.

"Maybe my good luck this time is you." Nan Rong smiled.

"You're a dead duck with a hard mouth." Chongyang dismissed it.

Nan Rong still laughed.

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