Chapter 63 Qi Tui Hanchuan
The scholar's hands were trembling. When he lowered his head and looked down, he found that the blue veins in his wrist were trembling, and the blue blood vessels were also trembling with the swelling and contraction of the blood vessels.
The level difference between the two sides is too big. I just stole the hand. As a result, this blow not only failed to kill the opponent, but also broke my sword!
The scholar only felt embarrassed, his heart and courage were trembling again, his expression changed one after another, and finally turned into helplessness.
To be fair, if he was walking on the road and saw a kid sneaking up on him, what would he do?
Of course, kill the one without eyes directly!
Unfortunately, he is the one who is going to be killed now.
My mind was racing with thoughts, and I gritted my teeth. A trace of determination flashed in the scholar's eyes.
Sneak attacks are not possible, and the Taoist has no plans for peace talks. I am afraid that we will have to fight hard next.
He put his hand on the iron box.
There are three swords left.
The most commonly used one can be pulled out at will. It is a sharp weapon. It is good at killing people. It can stab a man with hard Qigong in the stomach and the white knife will go in and the red knife will come out.
But it has exploded.
There are three swords left. The first one will shorten your life by one year if you pull it out, the second one will shorten your life by three years, and the third one is a strange weapon in the divine weapon spectrum. Just holding it in your hand will Life span will continue to decline.
If he does not encounter a strong enemy, the scholar will never use other swords. After having power and status, life is a consumable to enjoy life. His life is more precious than that of a low-level person. It's not worth relying on your own lifespan to deal with the enemy.
The scholar swayed back and forth on the three swords, and after considering Zuo Chen's strength, he simply gritted his teeth and directly held his hand on the last sword.
If he loses with this sword, there will be no need to draw another sword.
He pulled his arm outward with force, and a cold current spurted out from the scabbard, freezing half of the scholar's arm in the blink of an eye.
“Drink!”
The scholar drew his sword, and cold light spread out from his feet, spreading out a circle of light blue, causing the surrounding ground to freeze and thaw.
The blue color dyed by the frost gradually deepened, and even formed into transparent ice upwards.
The scholar's hand holding the sword extended to his body and pulled out half of the frozen armor, which looked quite majestic!
“This sword is called Shuangxue, and it is the fifty-seventh one on the list of divine weapons. It is as cold as the sky, as if it were nine secluded places. If this sword hadn’t devoured its master, it would have been in the top ten on the list of divine weapons based on its power alone. No problem.”
After adjusting his inner breath, the scholar took out the weapon and did not forget to introduce it. This is a habit in the world, and he has learned a thing or two about it.
The first reason for naming the weapon is to show off, "I have this thing and I am so awesome", and the second reason is to observe the opponent's micro-expression to see if this weapon can suppress the opponent.
As a result, the scholar discovered that Zuo Chen was not looking at the sword at all, but at a certain position on the hilt.
What is he looking at?
The scholar frowned and glanced at the hilt of his sword.
The wood is now wrapped in layers of frost, making it impossible to see what’s going on inside.
Concentrate your mind, the scholar no longer thinks about this, the sword has been drawn out, if you don't cut it, your life will be wasted!
"Please enlighten me!"
He shouted and wanted to leap up and stab Zuo Chen, but suddenly he thought of his sword that was broken by inches, so he turned his back to the altar and lifted himself up Dantian Daoxing pushed the coldness on the sword and directly slashed out a sword energy!
The cold stretched three feet, and there was snow in the air. The scholar's sword suddenly cut out a northern scenery.
Frost is not very fast, but it is more powerful than others. If a common man in the world saw this method of changing seasons, he would probably pee on the spot.
However, when the scholar looked at Zuo Chen, he found that the latter still looked calm and calm.
Zuo Chen nodded:
"It's quite beautiful."
After saying that, Zuo Chen just dragged his hand to his chin and took a deep breath.
Blow outward.
Suddenly, the scholar felt a burst of spring warmth coming along in front of him, accompanied by layers of fragrant flowers and fresh new leaves. It was like a gust of spring wind blowing in front of him. The groggy world was dyed with color.
The snow-filled sky of the cold winter twelfth lunar month that he chopped out had no time to advance forward three to five feet before it was pushed back directly. The flying snow turned into drizzle, and the frosty ground turned into spring mud. Young shoots grew from the soil, and everything flourished.
In an instant, even the ice armor on the scholar's body was blown away.
The scholar's whole body was wet and his brain was confused.
Huh?
What kind of behavior is this?
The scholar always feels like he has heard of this method somewhere.
It seems...
The so-called great power that reaches the sky has been used before!
Before he could react, the scholar suddenly saw Zuo Chen already in front of him.
I saw Zuo Chen twisting out two fingers and touching the sword in his hand.
The hilt of the sword was broken, and when he fished his fingers inside, a small blue gem fell into Zuo Chen's hand.
The next moment, the scholar felt that the sword blade in his hand suddenly lost its spirituality and became as ordinary as iron.
"This is a good treasure. It has a fate with Pindao." Zuo Chen said as he held the stone in his hand, and finally pointed his middle finger at the scholar's head.
Bomb.
This thought popped into the scholar's head, and the scholar felt that his vision was spinning for an instant!
He looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood. His whole body spun seven or eight times in the air, then hit the ground, spun three or four more times, and finally hit the altar with a bang on the back of his head.
The entire altar collapsed a lot. The rice on the left rose to the sky, the cow head on the right was knocked to the ground, and the brazier placed in the middle even hit it with a snap. On the scholar's head, the burned scholar howled and screamed.
Put your head on the ground and turn around three or four times before the fire is finally put out.
The scholar raised his head again. Half of the hair on his head had been burned off, and his face was extremely black.
He opened his mouth slightly and spit out a mouthful of blood from his throat.
He sat on the ground blankly, as if he was suffering from hysteria, and he didn't even move for a while.
After adjusting his breath for a while, the scholar realized that just after the encounter, his inner breath was messed up, several bones were broken, and his Taoist behavior was also beaten from congenital to acquired.
But now he had no thoughts at all and could only stare blankly at the Taoist priest in front of him.
Taoist priest...Taoist priest...
While talking and laughing, walking brings spring breeze.
The scholar suddenly remembered a person mentioned by his great leader.
That is also a Taoist priest. Flowers are in full bloom when you step on the ground, and you can walk thousands of miles and ten thousand steps just by listening to the sound of wind chimes. It is known as the only true immortal in the world.
With his heart trembling and a look of horror on his face, the scholar sat on the ground and stepped back, pawing the ground with his right hand, pushing his legs forward and rubbing his butt back.
Stretched out his left hand and pointed at Zuo Chen’s nose:
"You...you..."
"What's wrong with me?"
Zuo Chen slowly approached him, with a spring-like smile still on his face.
The scholar's eyes widened in shock, his eyes were red, and his voice was trembling:
"The capital?! The capital's methods! Who are you?"
"Huh?"
Zuo Chen's brows moved slightly.
Originally I just wanted to ask what harm the scholar had done, but I didn’t expect that he would be involved with the capital.
It seems there are a lot of things worth asking.
(End of this chapter)