Chapter 42:

The old man said that if there is too much blood on a sharp weapon, it will become a murder weapon.
There are hundreds of murderous weapons circulating in the world, each with its own viciousness, but no one has such an unforgettable honour as "not to die".
The moment Frost Blade saw the blood, although Cheng Qian could not concentrate on the sword body, he had been numb by the hoarseness and pain of the sword from ancient times. At the same time, although the power of famous swords and wooden swords cannot be compared with each other, the speed of extracting real elements is also quite different. Cheng Qian held the Frost Blade, and felt that when he made the sword for the first time, he would be weak.
A few masked people did not expect that a small, stinky little cub could fight like this, and in a meal, they made gestures that individual people couldn't understand, and then they gave up others with a brain, and they all brushed Cheng Qian Surrounded.
Cheng Qian exhaled slowly, almost feeling that he was exhaling a frost, and the coldness of the frost-edged sword seemed to have soaked in his body, and even his internal organs became cold.
Qi Baqi Jianqi pressed down on him at the same time, Cheng Qian knew that he was trying to die, and the whole person turned into a ghost, hiding in the gap of the other party's sword Qi like a fish, thanks to the daily pursuit of him. Finding Zhang Dasen and others, who exercised, made him dodge kung fu skillfully different from ordinary people.
During the dodge, Cheng Qian even intentionally led these masked people away from the puddles and others, but when he seemed to have enough power, he suddenly took a step as a whole blow. Even the masked man chased behind him with a sword, and his left shoulder suddenly became blurred.
However, Cheng Qian could not bear the pain anymore. He buzzed in his mind—it was the charm he gave to Xue Qing. Only then did he feel clearly that the Qingqi in the charm was dispersed, the charm Ranked in seven major amulets and hooked back in 1880, how can the aura dissipate so easily? Xue Qing must have encountered a life-threatening event.
Then he ... is he alive?
He was just a little boy on the road, without a long body, and with a gentle and stable temperament. Who would not get along with him?
Was this an accident or was someone deliberately stopping him?
If it is deliberate, then the homework that the big brother asked Xiaoyueer to bring back to them last year has not heard back, has it not been delivered, or ...
And ... what about Fuyao Mountain?
For a while, Cheng Qian was calm and could not help but flustered. Many incidents burst into his heart untimely. He was wounded by the rune, and then attacked his heart in a hurry. His eyes were swollen, his feet dangled, and he had no consciousness. A burst of blood has surged up.
"Little dive!"
It seemed that Li Yan called him, Cheng Qian was shocked, and avoided the masked man's sword with difficulty.
There was a bang in the ears. At this time, Cheng Qian's back heart was soaked with cold sweat. Yu Guang saw the master in the air. With one glance, Cheng Qian knew that he was also trying to support him-even if there were more ants, he would Biting the elephant, not to mention that these masked people are not weak, and Yan Zhengming may not have stepped into the state of condensed spirit for so long. He can keep the sword so stable, maybe it has already been played in a crisis situation.
The heavenly distraction was killed by the masked person, Yan Zhengming simply lost sight of it. Every time the distraction was killed, his face was worthless, and he must always pay attention to the safety of his masters and brothers. Eyes, three heads and six arms.
Cheng Qian didn't want him to be distracted, and with a ruthlessness, he squeezed the blood from the mouth to his throat.
This taste is absolutely uncomfortable. Cheng Qian appeared on his face like gold paper, almost pinched the sword, and the frost-edged sword seemed to see stitches, knowing that his mood was ups and downs, and there was a sign of backwash.
Cheng Qianxian had a delusion that he was independent of the eternally turbulent sea. The seawater in front of him was like the desolate Beiming, so cold and boneless that there was no human voice. Suddenly a sorrow of indignation suddenly appeared in his chest-this is a weapon of the magical soldiers, why should he be slandered by the world, this is a natural talent, why should he bear the insults behind him?
Suddenly, a scream belonging to the young child rang from behind him: "Bad guy! Go to the bad guy! Do not bully my three brothers!"
Then the buzzer flew over Cheng Qian's ears, only to hear a "ding", a crisp sound, and a soul-searching needle flew spiritually toward a masked person, and the masked person's sword wind had almost burst The clothes on Cheng Qian's chest were forced by the weird soul-searching needle at this time, and he had to withdraw his sword to defend himself. He did not cut through Cheng Qian's trace of oil skin.
Cheng Qian suddenly sobered up and took a few breaths. He found that Zhenyuan in his body was almost consumed by the backwash of Frostblade Sword, and, terribly, he could n’t leave the sword because the masked people did n’t spare. , Is coming more and more.
Cheng Qian didn't look back, but touched the head of the puddle accurately, and said softly, "Shh, don't cry, it's okay, save your soul hunting needle."
"The boat can't go, if there is no way ..." Cheng Qian looked up at Yan Zhengming at the end of the crossbow, thinking to himself, "Just let the big brother take this little idea to try to make the sword break through."
It's not easy for Yan Zhengming to bring a puddle. What about Han Yuan and Li Yan?
Cheng Qian hadn't had time to think about it, and suddenly heard Li Yan exclaimed.
When Yan Zhengming finally couldn't support Yujian anymore, he was distracted and suddenly fell out of the air. Li Xun quickly grasped a trick, and a layer of transparent net suddenly rose on the ground, but he didn't let them take charge. The brother face fell to the ground.
Yan Zhengming half-knelt on the ground and shook for a moment, and even the strength to stand up was lost.
Cheng Qian had no choice but to take another breath, stepped on Han Yuan's shoulder, and flew up. Frostblade sword proudly crossed an extremely sharp arc in the air. With the cold chill of this deadly weapon, he drove a circle of masked people back in one fell swoop, feeling the pain of acupuncture on his limbs, as if he had been drained by the charms many times. Cheng Qian knew in his heart that this The meridians are out of load.
However, even at this time, even if he cannot afford it, how can he retreat?
Cheng Qian's mouthful of rust tasted, and he did not hesitate to use the Frostblade sword to prop up the ground. He was not afraid to break the world-famous sword. Frostblade sword screamed and bounced him back. Cheng Qian relied on his instinct only A sword, but the sword is still old, he can no longer survive, the sword wind around him suddenly dispersed, countless sharp tools on the frost blade, almost meant to make him a thousand swords.
It is too late for others to rescue.
Just then, someone suddenly yelled, "Presumptuous!"
Then, a gentle and gentle force swept down, sweeping down the several sword winds that pressed on Cheng Qian with no effort, without hurting him.
Cheng Qian's body fell lightly and was caught by Yan Zhengming.
Yan Zhengming didn't know how he rushed over. When those few weapons almost fell on Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming fell down with a heart on his chest, and he almost broke his liver.
Cheng Qian lost his consciousness for a moment. Fortunately, it was not long. When his scattered eyes regained focus, he found that the densely masked people on the entire pier seemed to be swept away. In the blockbuster, some crying fathers crying not far away can't get up, and some have already fallen into the sea.
At the same time, he also found that he still clasped the Frostblade Sword tightly in his hand, and did not let go until he was dead.
As soon as Cheng Qian was about to get up, he was pushed back unquestionably by one arm. He could hear Yan Zhengming's heart leaping without any side ears. He half-knelt on the ground, holding Cheng Qian tightly, his hands were shaking until He opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, whispering, "Don't move!"
Tang Wanqiu was on the side, and wanted to come and Zhou Han wasn't taking advantage of her. She looked pale and was injured.
Despite this, she looked up to see the rescuer, but there was not much joy on her face, but even more anxiety, and she whispered: "Island master."
Zhou Han took a cold look at Tang Wanqiu, and Jo Mo wrote down the madwoman's account in his heart, and turned his face to look like a spring breeze. He pretended to be gentle and gently shake his hand Think twice about the fan, rushing to stand on a huge reef, the Qinglong Island master hugged his fist: "See the island master."
The island owner didn't look at him, and turned to Tang Wanqiu: "Late autumn, you can bring those kids here, I can't think it over."
Tang Wanqiu didn't say anything. He turned back weakly and yelled at Yan Zhengming, handed a "follow" look, and walked up the small stone steps behind the reef.
Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, and was about to stand up by the arms of his elder brother, but was pressed back by Yan Zhengming again.
Immediately, he found himself hanging in the air, but was hugged by his master.
Cheng Qian, who was not so sober, was instantly sobered. Like a puppy falling from a height, Cheng Qian stretched out his hands and scratched a few times, nervously grabbing Yan Zhengming's shoulder, lest he be His "weak" brother fell down, and it might not have been possible to fall, but it was a problem where he landed.
Yan Zhengming was scared to death just now. He didn't slow down anymore, and his heart was on fire, and he said sharply, "Be honest!"
For a moment, Cheng Qian stiffened into a stone and allowed him to move.
The island owner's eyes softened slightly, he looked at Yan Zhengming, and finally his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's sword.
The main pupil of the island shrank slightly, staring at the blood frost above for a moment, then turned around, and glanced aimlessly, as if looking for someone—but except for Haitian, Fascinating reef, he found nothing.
The island owner retracted his gaze, sighed slightly, and the powerful coercion dissipated, and he returned to a sad and sour appearance. He turned and said, "Let's go back."
A few masked people saw him and were about to chase him. Zhou Hanzheng raised his hand and stopped him.
Zhou Han was looking at the back of the owner of Qinglong Island with a smile on his face. The words he spoke were really cold and cold: "Who is Gu Yanxue and what are you? Which one did you go to to die?"
Tang Wanqiu didn't go far. When he heard this sentence, he looked back resentfully and said, "Why the island owner, such a villain with the last name of Zhou, stay and kill him clean!"
The head of the island did not look back, walked straight ahead, heard a chuckled smile, and refused to say no.
Speaking of them, some people in the Kyushu practice do not know the Prime Minister, but no one does not know Qinglong Island. Each of the major fairy gates is blessed. How many unreliable spiritual repairs have actually entered the fairy gate from the lecture hall on Qinglong Island. The island owner not only cultivated for height, but was once called the "Master of the World".
Mortal people pay attention to "King of Heaven and Earth", but most of the people in Xianmen have a long life and weak kinship. Without "kiss", they are not willing to bow to the mortal emperor, and then there is no "King", and the five constants are only " "Three Masters of Heaven and Earth", the door of the teacher is more precious than the door of the house, so we can see the weight of the four words "master of the world".
Speaking out, who would believe that Gu Yanxue, the dignified Qinglong Island owner and the head of the Four Saints, would be such a shabby look?
Of the Four Saints, the Qinglong Island Lord may not be the highest in Daoxing, but he has always been acquiesced as the head of the Four Saints, naturally for this reason.
Several people rushed to the vicinity of the Grand Pier of Qinglong Island, where they had fought together.
It turned out that the night watchmen and disciples who were not seen on the island were here, and they were fighting with another group.
Qinglong Island ten-year Yixian City is a major event in the immortal world. Which decent power comes here without respect and respect? However, the visitor is not good. The sea is already full of storms. Numerous large ships are looming between the sky and the sea in the darkness, and the little fluorescence of the person of the sword is floating in the air like a star, and the waves are soaring.
If you look closely, it's really like the rumors of the broken-mouth Sanshou that a dragon figure is shuttled among them!
As if it was safer to be with the owner of Qinglong Island, Li Yan finally recovered from the turmoil and learned about it. He said, "That's not a blue dragon. The blue dragon is an ancient beast. How can it be seen in the world? Heiguai, weird, isn't heiguai only in Xixinggong? How could he come to the East China Sea? "
Han Yuan said: "I don't know which Mo Xiu stole."
Li Yan groaned for a moment, infused Zhenyuan into his eyes, and looked desperately, surprised: "Xiaolong Banner-that ship has the Xinglong Banner of the westbound palace people! But how can the westbound palace ..."
Qinglong Island and the west row palace are listed in the top ten martial arts. They are located in remote areas. They have always been particular about avoiding the world. Everything has not been mixed, and they have never heard of revenge with them. How could they cross the sea for thousands of miles to find the obscurity of Qinglong Island?
His voice faded, and the owner of the Qinglong Island suddenly shouted, and the sound of the almost invincible clamshell fell into the water. The startled water splashed over three boats, and the field suddenly calmed down. For a while it seemed to have subsided.
The two sides stopped involuntarily. The crowd gave way to the crowd. The island owner stepped forward and yelled out, "All the friends of the westbound palace came to visit late at night.
I only heard the sound of the horn, and the densely packed ship suddenly separated from the two sides. A big dragon ship almost emerged from the bottom of the sea which was so dark that it could not see the depths. An old man with white hair stood on the bow of the ship. With a spirit of dying like a man and a declining dying man, he still has the prestige. If his eyes are substantive, he swept across the crowd and said, "Gu Yanxue, I haven't seen it for a hundred years. You, the master of Qinglong Island, have not lost sight . "
The owner of the island frowned slightly, arching his hand: "Baiyu Daoyou is polite."
Yan Zhengming's head was quite a wild cloud crane. Except for a few memorabilia of the island when he first arrived at Qinglong Island, everything else was gone, and Wenyan whispered, "Who is Baiji? "
Li Xuan and his ears answered: "The palace master of the westbound palace, I heard that it is almost a thousand years old. It has often been said that he will be the next one to rise from the top of Kyushu. If he cannot rise, I am afraid that his birthday will soon That's it. "
Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, struggling to push away Yan Zhengming, stood up, and said strangely, "How does the second brother know everything?"
"Shut up, nothing to do with you." Yan Zhengming immediately forgot about Bai Di's sacredness, lowered his head to embrace Cheng Qian's veins, and frowned to see his injury.
The coming and going of the two powerful people in the world has caused a great deal of enthusiasm / waves among the crowd. A group of casual practitioners in the Lecture Hall who are not too embarrassed to see the bustle and boldness have climbed up to the surrounding trees. On the reef, Zhang Wang discusses.
I just listened to the owner of the island calmly and asked, "If the westbound palace is coming, why don't you go to worship first? Although my island is just a wild and deserted land, can you understand the way of hospitality? The White House owner led people straight through What means?"
The dragon boat came to an eye in a short while, Bai said, "Bai naturally hasn't come here. Five years ago, my unwieldy grandson left home and traveled. Hearing the excitement of Guidao's fairy city, he accompanied his friends. Here, I wanted to make fun, and then in the Palace of Communications, I said that I saw the Guidao Lecture Hall, and I wanted to gain some insight, and then I went to the Lecture Hall as a casual practitioner. In the past few years, I have no more audio. We It ’s all when he ’s hiding in Guidao. But the other day, the light of my grandson ’s left in the palace suddenly went out. I called his soul by soul searching, but I could n’t find it. ,he……"
Having said this, Bai Yan couldn't stop choking for a moment.
Han Yuan frowned slightly. He was different from his brothers who didn't hear anything outside the window. He belongs to the master who knows big things and small things. The rumors and gossips of the three mice and the four eyes on the island must follow He heard it in his ears and never heard of any death in the Lecture Hall.
As soon as the owner of the island beckoned, a disciple trot all the way to him, holding up a roster with both hands, and asked Bai Kuai: "I wonder if Sun's name should be kept taboo?"
Bai Yan tried to restrain his sorrow, and trembled, "Shang Yan and Xia Li."
The island owner threw the book into the air, raised his lips slightly, and read something, but saw a thick book quickly flip from the beginning to the end. Without staying once, the back of the book was up and fell.
The disciple on the side said, "Island owner, Bai Yanli was not registered in the lecture hall."
Someone said not far away: "Or a pseudonym ..."
Tang Wanqiu, who stood next to him, said, "Which place are you on Qinglong Island, and you are allowed to mix in the pseudonym? If it is not a real name, it will not appear on the roster!"
As soon as she spoke, the people around her instinctively felt that something bad was happening. Sure enough, the white aunt listened to the anger, and all of his hair spread out, "What do you mean?"