Chapter 787 Zhe Feiyan fights against the Holy Son of Huangquan Sect
Han Jiulang seemed to hear someone shouting in mid-air. The white-haired, one-horned tiger the size of a house under him suddenly stopped. Fang Tian's painted halberd flashed with a gleaming light, and he turned his head sharply, with two tufts of yellow hair flying on his temples, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. The momentum in that moment was shocking.
The two hundred cavalry stars behind them were ordered to stop and the roar of tigers shook the sky, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.
The entire street was silent for an instant, and countless warriors couldn't help but stop, looking up, with fear in their eyes.
The three of Xin Zhuo seemed to be the target of public criticism. Gou Xianxian and Li Guangling immediately took a step back, pretending to be nonchalant.
Only Xin Zhuo looked directly at Han Jiulang. He wanted to see what this kid was thinking and how he had changed.
Looking at it, I was a little disappointed. Except for the fact that the face was still the same, it seemed that he had completely changed. There was no trace of the familiarity anymore.
Han Jiulang looked at him, and for a moment he was in a trance, as if he was very confused. Then he seemed not to want to be seen like a nobody, and disappeared into the palace in front of him in the blink of an eye with his subordinates.
It wasn’t until Han Jiulang disappeared for a while that the street returned to normal. A group of people had their backs wet with cold sweat and started muttering. Someone said:
“It is rumored that in the Middle Ages At the end of the period, the last great emperor died, and all races were in turmoil, plundering the world. The great emperor ordered the warriors from all over the world to form a star army, stationed in the Jiu Sihai, to stop the invasion of all races. At the beginning, the nine star armies could all They are ruthless people who have cultivated their bodies and practiced martial arts. Even now, they are not easy to deal with. The marshal of the Ninth Division Army just now is so powerful that it is scary to see him. "
Another person said: "Those who only practice physical fitness and are famous for their strength seem to have the Wuhuang clan from the Great Plains in the east!"
The man smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I heard that in the Middle Ages and ancient times, thousands of ethnic groups lived there. To the east of the Great Plains, to the east of the East China Sea and to the south of the Jiusi Sea, the Wuhuang Clan and the Jiusi Xingchen Army are the vanguards that block all races, but the two families don’t deal with them.”
Someone said: “That’s not a coincidence! Are you ready? The young master of the Wuhuang clan has also arrived."
As soon as he finished speaking, no one said anything. It's okay to discuss it behind the scenes. Once the two families really have a conflict, low-status warriors like us will be behind the scenes. Chewing the root of your tongue, what's going on?
The crowd dispersed, and Prophet Gou approached Xin Zhuo and sighed: "You seem to know the general of the Nine Stars Army?"
Xin Zhuo didn't say anything, so it was more than just acquaintance?
Ever since he knew that what happened back then was just a trial between the mirror and the moon for a group of people, leaving aside the others for the time being, he always had a glimmer of hope hidden in his heart, thinking that maybe Cui Ying'er and the others would be different, but today when he saw Han Kuro, all hope in his heart disappeared.
There is no difference, people are still the same people but not those people anymore.
The big kid Han Jiulang back then made him feel a little depressed.
If his identity was revealed, he didn't even know how Han Jiulang would react. After all, he was an iron-blooded high-level warrior. He was very different from himself, but he was just a pony under his command. Boy, will he get angry because of this and kill himself?
Maybe... only being strong enough to be frightening is the best choice for Xin Zhuo in his life. He cannot have illusions about anyone, and no one is worth relying on.
“Let’s not talk about it.” Li Guangling came up and said: “Brother, you came to the Holy City. Now that you are here, what do you think? Where do we start? Let’s draw a line. Do it as soon as possible, and leave as soon as possible after finishing it!"
Gou Xian also said: "That makes sense!"
Xin Zhuo looked around and didn't know where to start for a while, so he had to say : "Let's take a walk and take a look first."
On the dozens of streets, flowers are blooming everywhere, and crowds of people are rubbing shoulders, and everyone is wearing brocade robes, either majestic or solemn or arrogant. The maidservants who follow are all beautiful and charming, with extraordinary martial arts. If they are not careful, they may bump into an elder of the Holy Land, a divine disciple of the cave, or the master of a super sect peak that ordinary warriors have no chance to meet outside.
No matter how beautiful you are or how talented you are, if you can't reach that level, you can't afford to offend them.
The palaces on both sides of the street are taller and more gorgeous than the other, and are extremely luxurious. They have everything from today's style to medieval and ancient styles. Even Goulan is a palace, and a tavern is also a small palace. Occasionally, I see a place Either the Dongtian disciples run it or the Holy Land elders take care of it.
Looking at it this way, the "Holy City" becomes a bit worthy of the name.
In such a place, it is easy for the mentality to undergo strange changes and the eyes to be distracted.
Especially when we arrived at a huge palace stone square ahead, there were densely packed various famous embryonic stones in front of the gate. A group of warriors selected them in public and cut them on the spot.
Next door, in a fragrant palace, a group of graceful girls shuttled back and forth like bees and butterflies, and some handsome and suave princes sat cross-legged, drinking tea and chatting, surrounded by beauty.
After turning a street, there is another gambling house. A group of warriors spend a lot of money to block the road with stones and use the true source.
So, while walking, the two old ghosts Gou Xianxian and Li Guangling ran to nowhere.
Xin Zhuo was too lazy to look for it, so he simply walked forward. He was not idle along the way. He was thinking about how to maximize the cost-effectiveness to obtain the true source and absorb it into the "Moon-Watching Bag" without attracting attention.
When night falls, a bright sea-dark stone lantern lights up on the street, and then the whole city lights up.
The moonlight in the sky is like silk yarn, the holy city on the ground is like daylight, the colorful palaces and the densely packed warriors and women are really confusing.
Unknowingly, we came to a lake in the center of the city. It is hard to imagine that there is a lake in this holy city halfway up the mountain. The lake is ten miles wide and has no end in sight. A huge sword is inserted straight into the center of the lake. A shadow of the sword hovers around it, flying back and forth. Sometimes it reaches the very high night sky, and sometimes it rushes to the bottom of the lake, rolling up large waves.
Just these sword shadows can kill all Hunyuan Xu warriors.
On the surface of the rolling lake, dozens of huge flower boats swayed, their hulls flashing with traces of martial arts patterns, not afraid of the shadow of the sword.
The lakeside was full of people watching the scenery, all talking loudly.
Xin Zhuo squatted down and washed his hands, then looked at the end of the lake. There was a huge and towering palace, brightly lit, exuding terrible pressure, but if you look carefully, there is a kind of tranquility that makes you feel peaceful. .
"Where is that place?" He subconsciously asked the person next to him.
After asking, I found out that this person was still an acquaintance, it was Qin Wuji who I had met on the road during the day. Qin Wuji smiled calmly: "The disciples of Taichong Holy Land who are stationed in the palace here, don't they feel that there is pressure on them, but also a sense of peace and tranquility?"
Xin Zhuo nodded and said :"Indeed!"
Qin Wuji said: "Taichong Holy Land has been established for countless years. It has many masters. They are good at Zhoutian Swordsmanship and Wuji Sword Escape. The disciples are extremely difficult to deal with, but they usually don't compete with others. Taichong means extremely quiet. In the realm of harmony, this Taichong holy land likes to produce saints most.
It is difficult to produce a saint, and the world's masters are the best. Mr. Su often said that among the top ten saints of the current generation of saints and saints, Taichong Saint Zhe Feiyan should be among them.
This Zhe Feiyan is a ruthless character. I heard that Xiu Shouyuan is the best. Ji, Hunyuan Tiandao, a disciple of the Holy Land who practices swords, but she is the only one who can practice swords. "
Zhe Feiyan!
Is she here?
Xin Zhuo's mood was a little complicated and he found it funny. Zhe Feiyan was the first woman he had ever married to a matchmaker, and she was the most obedient and sensible. Who would have thought that she would be like this?
When I see her now, I am afraid I can only carry her shoes.
Then Qin Wuji suddenly looked towards the center of the lake and said, "There's a good show to watch."
"A good show?" Xin Zhuo said.
Qin Wuji said: "Do you think so many people come to Taichong Lake to enjoy the scenery?"
After speaking, he pointed in the direction of Taichong Palace opposite: "Look!"
"Someone is coming to Taichong Holy Land!" There were also warriors surrounding him exclaimed.
In the Taichong Palace, I saw a jade flying boat piercing the sky, flashing over the middle of the lake, with a huge knife shadow at the tail of the boat suddenly dissipating, turning into flying lotuses all over the sky, with a strange fragrance.
The boat was exuding a glimmering light, and with the flying gauze curtains, it was possible to see more than a dozen girls kneeling in the boat holding swords.
The mist in the center of the lake is steaming, and in the hazy place, there is faint fairy music, which is light, sweet, and intoxicating.
Suddenly, a figure with a series of afterimages arrived in front of the boat in a blink of an eye. It was dressed in green clothes and had a graceful figure. It had a slender waist, but its back was as straight as a sword. Three thousand black hair was pulled into a double-knife bun.
Looking at her slightly hazy face, you can see that her eyebrows are like distant black, her skin is like white fat jade, her facial features are extremely beautiful and highly recognizable, especially her pair of bright eyes, which seem to be able to see through everything.
If you only use the word "beautiful" to describe her, it is obviously not enough.
She is an extremely capable and cold woman, extremely beautiful and has a very special temperament. Compared with her, any woman seems to be a bit vulgar.
"Taichong Saint breaks the flying swallow!"
"The heavenly sword can kill immortals, and the three ways of identifying the true source. Two years ago, the sword defeated Fuxian Palace's secretive Ferry father and son. The saint of Taichong is famous all over the world. When I see her today, she is really unique."
" What kind of man in the world is worthy of such a woman!”
The warriors all around couldn’t help but praise each other, with admiration and respect on their faces.
“Behind every beautiful woman, there is always a man who is tired of playing with her. It’s a pity that this holy girl took advantage of that bastard Xin Zhuo in the mirror. If I see him, I have to kill him. . ”
Qin Wuji, who had always seemed to be confident about everything and extremely knowledgeable, suddenly seemed to be a different person, his face full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
Xin Zhuo was looking at Zhe Feiyan to see how she was different from before. Hearing this, he glanced at Qin Wuji.
"What are you looking at? You are a vulgar and vulgar person. I will kill you eight hundred times with one sword."
Qin Wuji glared at him with a cold look, as if he wanted to vent his anger on you. On him, and on the right person.
Xin Zhuo said casually: "I can also use your white intestine fish sword energy, and I have seen your cultivation spells. You and I should be at about the same level. You have no chance of winning, so it's better to keep a low profile!"
Qin Wuji's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he heard the most terrifying thing in the world: "What did you say?!"
His voice was loud enough, but it was suppressed by the noise of the warriors around him.
One person said: "Has Xiao Jingyi, the Holy Son of the Huangquan Sect, not arrived yet?"
Another person smiled and said: "I heard that the Holy Son of the Huangquan Sect also used a sword, and the sword came out like a blue dragon, traveling thousands of miles in an instant , hundreds of thousands of ghosts follow the sword, once defeated the withered sword, the holy girl in the cave, won the sword Ying, and returned He once killed the medieval demon dragon that devoured 30,000 people on Qianyu Island in the North Sea. He also ate a bowl of wonton noodles after finishing it, and only used less than half a stick of incense!”
“This is how he challenged the Saint of Taichong! Reason? ”
“Isn’t it enough? ”
"Coming!"
Someone pointed into the distance.
Kavin is stuck. I want to write this turning point wonderfully, but I am afraid of collapse. It is a problem for the protagonist to overdo it. I will think about it carefully and publish the fourth chapter tomorrow before ten o'clock in the evening.
(End of this chapter)