Chapter 47 Calling Sister with a Sword
Qingzhou, the wild forest on the north side of Pingfeng Mountain.
As the night continues to pour in from the sky, the mountain fog gradually rises in the dense forest, like a gauze floating between the mountain tops.
In a wild lake here, frogs began to croak continuously, seeming a little restless.
At this moment, a team of a carriage escorting four carriage was walking in the dense forest under the night. The people on the car seemed to have a black cloak, which looked extremely mysterious.
And on the side cliff in the direction of the motorcade, the twenty-seven Lingjian Mountain disciples lurking here were all refreshed and their sleepiness disappeared.
A few days ago, a team of mountains in Qingzhou disappeared for no reason.
Zhuo Wanqiu received the secret order of the mountain gate, hurried here, and continued to investigate, and finally found some clues to point the mountain forests.
Subsequently, Song Ziheng, a student from the hospital from the mountain gate, hurried to meet with them. The group had been lurking for three days in this secret, and now he finally found the trace.
But at this moment, Zhuo Wanqiu discovered that junior brother Song Ziheng had quietly drawn out his long sword.
"Junior brother, what are you going to do?"
"We must not miss this opportunity. Of course we should stop them and ask them where they took the missing disciples."
Song Ziheng was already concentrating his sword energy, his eyes showing a cold light.
Zhuo Wanqiu frowned: "If you have the ability to take away the thirteen mountains and walk outside, there must be a master of the five realms. The mountain gate is to keep here on the place, do not hit the grass and snake!"
"As long as you subdue one, you may be able to extract usable information."
"I am responsible for this mission. Could it be that my junior brother refuses to obey orders?"
Song Ziheng looked at Zhuo Wanqiu. After a long time, he released his hoe.
However, as the carriage was getting closer and closer to the cliff, his breath gradually perceived, and he couldn't help but began to secretly condense the sword.
Because he found that the five people following the carriage were just Ninghua's upside, which was a complete difference with his next three realms.
He turned to look at Zhuo Wanqiu, his sword energy continuing to gather.
This senior sister may not know that he is the most talented disciple in the outer sect of Lingjian Mountain.
Since entering the mountain, he has passed through the Forest of Sword Intentions of the Sages. Now he has gathered three rays of profound light. The upper five realms are within easy reach, and the quota for the inner court is as easy as picking up something from a bag.
However, the inner court is just a threshold. Song Ziheng really wants to be the position of the three major peaks.
When he came to Qingzhou, he inquired. It is said that this operation was asked by a big man on the mountain. He needed an opportunity to let the owner see himself.
It's just that five Ninghua upper border ...
Song Ziheng clenched his hoe, and finally suddenly rushed out in the moment when the team was about to pass by. The sword air was overwhelming, and the dazzling sword light of the lightning instantly torn the night.
Jianfeng swept over, Jian Yin buzzed, and his head flew empty.
Got it!
Song Ziheng immediately flew back to the sword, but he did not expect that the four -handed long sword immediately came up, and the speed was strange.
Spiritual energy surged under his feet, and he dodged with a bang, then laughed and came forward with his sword in hand.
Between the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the killing energy was flowing everywhere.
The four swordsmen struck very quickly, with bursts of sword light woven into a dense web. They pressed forward, and the sword energy burst out, as powerful as splitting a mountain.
Song Ziheng opened his eyes angrily, and faced the four swords with the long sword in his hand. The sword energy flew vertically and horizontally, and the sound of the sword was endless.
But with this confrontation, the smile at the corner of Song Ziheng's mouth gradually solidified.
The lower three realms are called the own realm, and the improvement of the realm is actually the improvement of speed and strength.
But at this moment, these four condensation of the world shows unusual energy. Each knife is carrying a tear, and the blast is like a stale.
Song Ziheng frantically circulated spiritual energy to infuse the sword, and a fierce light burst out from his hand to attack again.
And the moment the fire burst out, his heart suddenly trembled.
Because he found that as the four people wielded the knife, a strong evil spirit began to spread around, and the knife from the mountain was even more heavy than a bit, and finally he was heavy, and his hand bones were cracking.
Will die...
It will definitely die again.
Song Ziheng's expression began to show fear, the more timid the war.
One sword, two swords, three swords... eight swords!
Seeing that the knife in front of him had sunk as heavy as a mountain, Song Ziheng knew that he would never be able to withstand the next knife.
So between the rush, he suddenly gathered a fierce sword and cut it out, then turned, and quickly rushed towards the cliffs hidden in the crowd.
Zhuo Wanqiu was furious when she saw the scene in front of her, but she didn't care about blaming him and immediately drew her sword and left.
"Damn it!"
"All disciples, follow me to save people!"
The twenty-seven disciples immediately moved their Qi across the sky, and when they dropped their swords, they splashed like cold light.
The four knivers are indeed weird, and their physical strength is not condensed at all.
But even so, due to the disparity in numbers, the swordsman had no chance to accumulate strength, and was defeated by the disciples of Lingjian Mountain with the clanging sound of swords clashing.
Zhuo Wanqiu felt a little relieved, thinking that although she did not comply with the order of the mountain gate, the situation still seemed to be controllable.
But at this moment, she saw a dazzling golden light, like a huge golden wheel mysterious air, even the surrounding night melted here.
At this moment, the horse's horse sitting in the head of the head of the head has risen, and the whole body is gloating.
"Is there anyone else?!"
"Sister, it's Rongdao ..."
In the dark mountains, everyone raised their eyes, if they were incredible, they were ashamed.
They couldn't think of dreaming that this little team would have a strong man who raised the Taoism. trap?
No, not possible.
The news that they lurking here did not know that if it wasn't for Song Ziheng's anxiety, it would not be exposed.
Moreover, if you want to kill them, what traps are needed?
The only possibility is that this Rongdao realm is really just a horse. What team is this?
In this constant thinking, Zhuo Wanqiu's face was already pale by the golden light in front of him, and he felt that a wind was coming, and his murderous danced in the night.
With a bang, the fisty of the whistling suddenly fell, and the five disciples who were the first time were directly shocked to break the sword and flew out.
The cloaked Dao Fusion Realm man then gathered a fist again, as if he had thunder and fire in his hand, as if he were a god.
"Go, go!"
"Sister..."
"Quickly leave, told the teacher."
Zhuo Wanqiu stood up with her sword, gritted her teeth to resist the pressure in front of her, and then moved away with her sword.
This is undoubtedly a way to die, Zhuo Wanqiu understands, and the disciples behind her also understand, but there is no other way.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
But at this moment, a more powerful pressure suddenly rose from the distant mountain forest, causing the body of the Fusion Dao realm to stiffen suddenly.
The next moment, the wind and waves roared in the distant mountains, the dead trees bent, and a huge sword rose into the sky under the moonlight.
With the clear sword chant, the sword of the volley shot out, and it directly created the fusion of the road. By the way, the mountain wall split a deep sword marks, and the earth was surging.
When the dust settled, the people found that the Rongdao realm lost an arms, but left a sigh of relief.
The disciples of Lingjian Mountain turned their heads in shock, and saw a woman flying through the air, carrying aura, as if she were an immortal.
She was ten years old and entered the five realms the following year. No one would dare to praise her cute, because she was the most sharp sword in Lingjian Mountain.
Among the seven Xianzong's pro -pass, she is the only one who has already controlled the Tongtong Shengyi before he has been in charge.
Because everyone knows that she represents the rise and fall of Lingjian Mountain for the next hundred years.
She came from Shengjing tonight to take advantage of the opportunity, and the first sword she fired directly killed a Rongdao realm.
The twenty-two Lingjian Mountain disciples who were stunned on the spot soon realized her identity and immediately knelt down on one knee, but there was still fear on their faces.
Everyone knew that a big shot from the inner sect would be coming to Lingjian Mountain, but no one expected that it would be Master Xiaojian, who had been living in Yunding Hall, who would come in person.
"Stop kneeling, go save people first."
"Go and check if those four are dead. Kill the dead ones with a few more swords, and lock up the ones that are not dead."
"Other disciples, go and see what there is in the car."
Yan Shu also walked through the waves of sand and dust, took a look at the Rong Dao Realm who was still embedded in the mountain wall, and pulled him off with his hand.
His cloak has been shattered, showing a young face.
Seeing this face, Zhuo Wanqiu's face became even paler: "It's Chen Qinghe..."
Yan Shuyi turned to look at her: "Do you know him?"
"Bian Jian, he is a disciple of the Chen Fairy's family. I met him at the Sword Sword of Lingjian Mountain two years ago, but ... he was just a complete three realm at that time."
"Two years to break through Tongxuan and reach Fusion Dao?"
Yan Shu also frowned, and it was difficult to believe.
Because she is recognized as the fastest in the world, but even so, it takes five years to do it for five years.
Zhuo Wanqiu looked at Chen Qinghe and found that he was struggling with his teeth and dancing. He didn't seem to be afraid: "Jian Jian, he ... seems not right."
"Lock him up, and then go inform the Chen Clan that I will go to ask the mountain tomorrow."
"Ask the mountain ..."
Zhuo Wanqiu held her breath and immediately said yes, and then arranged for her disciples to send the seriously injured senior brothers and sisters back to the mountain. Then she asked people to lock up Chen Qinghe, who was already like a wild beast, and arranged for people to send him to the Chen Clan's Immortal Clan overnight, and then Go check out the carriage.
The car is transported in the car.
The so-called side sect means that it has no effect on improving the realm of immortal cultivators and is not included in the training list of the seven immortal sects.
Some of them are even highly toxic, such as Flowing Spring Grass and Holy Yin Flower.
These clues are not enough for them to find where the lost disciples go. The only direction is still the Chen family.
Yan Shu also ordered people to record all the herbs on the car, and then saw a person in a hurry. It was Song Ziheng who had just escorted everyone into the front of him.
"Song Ziheng, a disciple of the outer courtyard, came to see the master, and the disciple just killed one person."
"Really? But I saw you retreated."
"Disciple... Disciple is following the order of Senior Sister Zhuo and wants to return to the sect quickly to report to Master Jian."
Yan Shuyi entered the upper five realms at the age of ten and had forgotten how weak he was in the lower three realms. He could kill with just a wave of his hand.
But that guy was just a perfect person in the lower three realms, so how could he dare to pinch her cheeks and brazenly praise her for her cuteness?
Should he let him see the sword just now and scare him to call his sister.
"Come, remove Song Ziheng's jade card."
"The master is slow, and the master may not know. I am now the most talented disciple in the outer hospital."
"You?"
Yan Shu also glanced at him, his brows frowned slightly: "Isn't our Lingjian Mountain far worse than the Tian Academy?"
(My reading has soared, and I kowtow to everyone. I am so happy that I wrote a thousand more words...or2)
(End of chapter)