Chapter 89:

Dozens of swords were pressed down from all directions, all of which were the same as others, and the space like the coffin was instantly frozen by the frost, and the coolness overflowed.
Cheng Qian secretly said a trouble, Frost Blade was short in his hand.
Haichao sword-turn the tide.
The sky is covered with fake frost and snow, and an invisible cover is lifted in the air. The inferiority of these dozens of swords was held by the sword. After a loud noise, Mars splashed and held the sword. The people in the mirror scattered and retreated together.
Cheng Qian never gave them the opportunity to besiege himself again. His body was like electricity, and the frost blade was turning endlessly. The "change" of Jiubian turned back, and the sword shadow, like an elusive ghost, quickly got into the crowd.
The people in the mirror are too dense to be near him for a while, and they have to drag each other back.
Cheng Qian jumped up suddenly, stretched his hands over Frostblade, as if the hands were holding a sword, and waved a hand, "Ping Pong" burst a dozen mirrors at the same time, each spewing a black smoke, quickly gathered in the air .
Cheng Qian was about to clean up the dark shadow. Who knew that the mirror was broken? Many homeless people in the mirror went crazy collectively and turned around to him again, one of them was cut in half by Frostblade. Entangled.
This time just blocked Cheng Qian's way, and then, the black gas had disappeared.
Because the people in the mirror were relentless, the scene began to become very bloody, but it was only a few short breaths. Cheng Qian had already seen "the headless self", "the armless self", "the half-pulled self", "opening the mouth" "Bad belly" "... wait for the face of a dead body.
Fortunately, he is a heartless and soulless poly-spirited jade. If he had changed to a fragile person, he might have cried.
When he was trapped by many people in the mirror, the black gas that had just disappeared slammed down the corner of the wall and got into a small palm-sized mirror in the corner. The mirror turned off for a moment, revealing a black gas dazzling. Come with a smile.
Cheng Qian opened the door to kill dozens of people in the mirror, and the blood on his face splashed warm and fishy, ​​as if it were living human blood.
He nailed the last person in the mirror with a sword, and the cold air of frost blades condensed a thin layer of hoarfrost on the person in the mirror. The pair of people in the mirror opened exactly like Cheng Qian. His eyebrows seemed to have a bit of a weird smile on his face, and Cheng Qian's goosebumps were about to laugh.
At this moment, a cluster of black gas suddenly sprayed out of the small mirror that he ignored, and Cheng Qian covered it with a fishnet-like head covering his face. The black gas did not know what evil door was, and it seemed to penetrate into the seams of human bones. In the middle, he locked each joint firmly.
Cheng Qian kept the posture of nailing the person in the mirror to the ground, and couldn't move.
A cloud of dark shadows flashed from behind him, listening only to the voice of a man who was not overcast, "Oh? You are a master of the Fuyao faction, and I recognize this 'bad sword.'"
While talking, a pale hand reached in front of Cheng Qian, brushing the Frostblade sword in vain, as if afraid of something, and then retracted his hand with air conditioning.
He whispered: "It really sounds extraordinary, Brother Cheng, I heard that you alone made trouble in Zhaoyang City and killed the Huanxi Sovereign. When the large and small sorrows of the Huanxi were heard, they all shouted for revenge Then. "
The black gas infiltrating into Cheng Qian ’s body was beating up and down with the hands of the demon in front of him. The demon seemed to feel the heat, and a greedy glance glanced from Cheng Qian. He laughed, Give it to me through mirroring! "
Having said that, he yanked the large net woven by black air, as if to pull Cheng Qian's Yuan Shen out of his body—
The pull didn't pull, the magic face changed: "What!"
I saw a cluster of frost quickly spreading out of the end of the black net. Cheng Qian, who could not move, raised his hand, and plucked the black net wrapped around himself. The frozen black net floated on him without weight. On hand.
Cheng Qian whispered softly: "Have you heard of me making trouble in Zhaoyang City, you haven't heard of it ... am I not flesh and blood?"
The magic repair did not respond to what it meant by "not a flesh and blood body", then the black net was pulled and pulled by Cheng Qian, and suddenly turned into a whip, and he flicked it around and pulled it out. The magic repair was shocked. , Turned and turned into a ball of black gas, and flew out, a few steps away from landing.
But the frost blade's sword intention was lingering like an anthrax of bones. Sen Leng's sword spirit was not repelled, and it was scary in the corpse flying across the ground.
The demon repair ran away, but a sword light "drilled out" from a very weird place, and opened a big gap on the front of the spot, almost hurting the vital point. He took a breath of cold air, and the next moment, there was a surge Thousands of Frostblade swords were raised, trapping him firmly in them.
Moxiu suddenly looked back and saw Cheng Qian's calm face like a thousand-year-old ice pond—that mirror image could not be learned anyway.
It seems that those legendary powers that have ascended to the Upper Realm have fallen apart without sorrow or joy.
When Mo Xiu saw that he was desperate, he suddenly showed a ruthless look, and saw that his sleeves swelled up and black gas surged up, and the whole person became a huge black barrel.
After all, Cheng Qian was not specifically responsible for removing the demon guardian. The magic repairs he had met were ultimately limited. He had never seen such a method. When he responded, it was too late—the magic repair forced the magic of his body into his own flesh. The body exploded instantly, and all the surrounding sword shadows were instantly blown open. Even the wall block formed by the ten-square array of feet was infested with the dark flesh and blood.
Frost Blade made a buzzing sound, Cheng Qian quickly evaded, and said, "It's over, if this symbol is broken again, the master must kill me."
But the next moment, the weird ear shape in his palm suddenly appeared, and the surroundings were shone brightly, so that Qian Qian could not open his eyes for a moment. When he looked at it again, all the magical flesh and blood had been completely cleaned up-most of the magical revisions had a way to win the house.
It's a pity that this time the demon repair finally kicked the iron plate, but his primitive failed to escape. After a scream, he was shrouded in the white light and screamed in fear: "Listen, listen ... "
Then he was silent again, but the spirit of the place disappeared.
Cheng Qian stood inexplicably on the spot, and after seeing that the "ear" in his hand did not know when to finish the blow, he dimmed again, and disappeared into his flesh as if it never existed.
Listen to money? Before you hear ... or what?
He thought it was just an ordinary matrix spirit, but he didn't expect that the mystery of this thing was not small, Cheng Qian secretly decided. After the matter was over, he asked Li Ye or Tang Ye to ask for it.
He opened the spanner's fingers, and peered through the mirror inside, and saw that in the two rows of candles, one of the white candle and the dragon candle representing the magic repair went out, so after a while, both sides had died. A person.
It turned out that he was the fastest.
Cheng Qian stared at the extinguished white candle for a moment. I do n’t know which one was implicated in the mighty death. How difficult it is to practice. Opportunity and talent, hard work and understanding are indispensable. Is the united dead?
Suddenly he was sad and sorrowful, and hurt everything.
Cheng Qian snapped his fingers back to his hands, and continued to walk forward, saying, "I don't know what happened to my brother."
However, after a moment of separation, he had begun to worry about it. Cheng Qian reacted and laughed involuntarily and said, "Is it possible that this is the day when you don't see each other?"
Suddenly, a thick mist rushed out of the ten-square array, Cheng Qian returned to God, and in a blink of an eye had been teleported to other places.
He quickly thought in his heart, and yelled, "Yes, a white candle is gone, which means that there is a demon who also killed his opponent like me. Could it be him next?"
Cheng Qian just landed, a violent spirit has swept over him, Frost Blade almost brought up a dragon yin when he came out of the sheath, and a trick of "hiding up and down" hidden by the needle was pushed out by him thickly, dark China seems to have hit something giant.
At the same time, Cheng Qian's released consciousness collided with another overbearing rigid consciousness, and Cheng Qian suddenly felt a shock. Regardless, he flicked his fingers to extract a slender firelight, which illuminated Fangyuan Shizhang.
I saw a shadow of a black dragon landing and turned into a familiar person, standing near him ten steps away.
Han Yuan.
The two froze for a while.
Cheng Qian didn't expect that he met Han Yuan so quickly. He was silent for a while, wondering how to open up to break the deadlock, and then he couldn't help thinking of the white candle that just went out.
Cheng Qian suddenly realized that since the birth of Suzaku Tower, Han Yuan has come all the way, which step has not been stained with human blood?
Will those who carry the blood debts of the teachers and their peers give up?
Han Yuan took the lead to say: "I still have to wait for a long time before I meet the next person. The younger brother's decision to kill is really no less than our infamous limps."
Cheng Qian flicked his finger, and the small flame suspended in his hand exploded in the air, forming a lotus-like shape, and a river lantern slowly floated over the two men's heads. The array shone like bathing in the moonlight. He took Frost Blade back into the scabbard without giving a second glance, and the iron scabbard gently slammed the ground, then he sat down beside him, beckoning to the biggest demon in the world, saying, "Come here."
Han Yuan stood still.
Cheng Qian: "Are you the demon or Han Yuan? Ask Han Yuan to get out and talk to me."
"Han Yuan" sneered: "Han-Yuan, one day, I will completely remove that waste."
Having said that, he still closed his eyes slightly. After a while, the tyrannical gas in those red eyes was suddenly clean, and his eyes were clear, although he was dodging.
The real Han Yuan walked silently to Cheng Qian, sat down silently, and said softly, "Little brother."
When Xiaohuahua was young, her appearance was not good, and she was a naughty boy who could only give up her ideas and be silly. When she grew up, she still could not be called a particularly handsome sign.
He is tall, but his cheeks are very thin. He has a black dragon robe, and his temperament is always tight. He often decorates the two horns, so he is covered with a layer of moody evil. It looks different. People look like dogs.
Cheng Qian looked up at the ten-square array of clouds and clouds that were unsettled above his head. After a moment, he retracted his eyes and fell on Han Yuan, asking calmly: "What do you want to do now?"
Han Yuan didn't answer, just looked at him deeply.
Cheng Qian said: "Why did you jump off to the sea in the first place? Why did you run away with the pedestrians? Why let the spirits go? Huh?"
Han Yuan lowered his eyes.
Cheng Qian: "Tang Yun said that if it was n’t for Master ’s seal that the ancestor was immortal, you might one day be able to get the name of Beiming from his hand ... If you are so prestigious, why go to Fuyaoshan to listen? Mountain sound? "
Han Yuan gritted his teeth suddenly.
Cheng Qian bumped him gently with his calf: "What did you hear when listening to Shanyin?"
This time, Han Yuan finally opened his mouth. He said hoarsely: "I heard the thatched grass on the roof of the ignorant hall, Master's three-footed door gauge table was ringing on the ground, and there were big birds facing the wind. Raising wings, feathers flying, I guess ... it might be a puddle. "
Cheng Qiandao said: "I don't know the hall ... Master gave us both a resignation in the hall. You are 'rock', mine is 'freedom', and the introductory homework is copying the door rules. Refused to write. "
Han Yuan showed a crying and laughing expression.
Cheng Qian asked: "Are you sincere to say that you want to draw the bones of Xiaoshimei?"
Han Yuan slowly raised his head.
Cheng Qian said softly: "As long as you say no, I will believe you."
When they were playing together, Han Yuan chattered and Cheng Qian loved to ignore. Occasionally, he gave him a perfunctory "hmmmm", but now it seems to be the other way around, and Cheng Qian keeps asking, Han Yuan Yuan cherishes words like gold.
After listening, Han Yuan avoided answering, and only slowly said, "The hand that Tianyan has since the end of the world has a deep root. It has not been exposed for many years, but only the tip of the iceberg has been exposed. . "
Cheng Qian listened expressionlessly, and did not look surprised.
When Han Yuan saw him like this, he said: "Oh, you know, then it seems that the reason why the ancestor was enchanted, and the reason why the island master died unfairly?"
Cheng Qian: "I didn't ask you these--"
Han Yuan interrupted him: "Did you know that there were people in Tianyan Department who locked Xiandai that day? Except for three or five people like you who wandered around and lost their martial arts, they were all in large and small martial arts. ... "
Cheng Qian saw him over and over again and again and again and again and again, the unknown fire in his heart "teng" burned to the heart of the eyebrows and said, "I did not ask you this!" "
Han Yuanwu said to himself, "Jiang Peng was introduced into the soul eater when he was traveling abroad. At that time, if he did not suppress the soul eater and fell into the ghost road, he would become a victim like the ghosts, but you know who is the ghost Did the Dao Gong Fa pass to him? "
Cheng Qian had never heard of it, but at this time he didn't care about it anymore. The fists lying on his side couldn't help pinching it. His calm expression finally broke down, showing deep anger.
"Master only said that he was the first grieving soul under the burial body. Did you know who the second and third were?" Han Yuan said, "Fifty miles away from Fuyao Mountain, it is in Taiyin Mountain, right in you. Where I am now, a little-known town, Jiang Peng went mad, killing the villagers more than 50 mouths ... ten rooms, nine empty, only one family put the unborn baby in a basket and hanged in In the well. I hid in the well for three days before being picked up by an old beggar who wanted to drink and drink along the way. "
Cheng Qian froze and felt like something was coming out--
Why didn't Tian Yan intercept Han Yuan and set up the Devil Formation at the old site of Fuyaoshan squarely instead of at the foot of Taiyin Mountain fifty kilometers away?
Why did many of the world beg children, and Master paid attention to Han Yuan alone?
"The child followed the old beggar and became a little beggar. After more than ten years, he was ignorantly taken away by a real master in a ruined temple. Since then he has lived in the yard, played with cranes, and had clean clothes to wear. Some brothers allowed him to eat and drink every day, and the gods were not so happy ... "Han Yuan slowly turned to Cheng Qian, his eyes fell on his chest, and for a long while, he dumbly said," A soul painting, what? No more. "
When Han Yuan said that, his eyes suddenly changed, as if Han Yuan, who was struggling and dodging and disappearing again, disappeared again, and the tyrannical demon once again occupied his body.
He sneered lowly: "They are the hands of Duan Ping Dao, can we the ants in this world just rub that hand? Since Da Dao wants such a stubby hand, why can't I rebel? Come out? Anyway, to this point, everyone hates me and no one will forgive me! "
"No one will forgive you?" Cheng Qian broke a string in his heart, and he repeated it side by side, looking straight into Han Yuan's eyes, "Who doesn't forgive you?"
Han Yuan ... The demon smiled with a sullen smile, and said, "Brothers in charge, don't they hate me? If it weren't for me, the Fuyao faction wouldn't be the target of criticism, how could the big brother be a hundred years ... haha, acacia Heart-stained and invaded by me in Suzaku Tower? Do n’t you? Do n’t you hate me? The vengeance of the killings, you have acknowledged by yourself under the thunder of the Southern Xinjiang ...

"The big brother is trying his best to wipe the for the done for you, so that you can return to the martial arts. Do you say he hates you?" Cheng Qian couldn't bear it and shouted, "If I hate you, I won't allow you many Nonsense, kill you with the sword! "
Cheng Qian was in a mess, with endless anxiety about how to end the matter. He was disappointed that Han Yuan had always avoided not answering whether he wanted to pump a puddle of demon bones, and he was all mixed with the old feelings and memories recalled in the memory of Shanshan Formation. Together.
He threw Frost Blade aside, and slammed Han Yuan's face with a punch: "What do you say!"
The man who did not know whether it was the demon or Han Yuan had never watched him for a stinky meal that was bare-handed, but was hit by him with a ridiculous bruise on his face.
Cheng Qian grabbed his collar and pressed his knees against his waist and stomach fiercely: "How many times have I told you to tell Master, which time did you really sue? Han Yuan, you can get into the magic No conscience! "
The tears in the corner of Han Yuan's eyes blurred, I wonder if he was crying or was forced out of his eyes.
Cheng Qian shoved Han Yuan on the wall and bumped into a muffled sound. He couldn't help himself, and growled, "Who doesn't want revenge? Do you have blood? In order to get revenge, you have to ignore it, you have to make a fuss." The chaos has caused countless people to become the same 蝼 ants as you were? Because of revenge, do you want to draw the bones of the sister and sister? Then why did you give her a soul-searching needle and why not take advantage of her when she was still young? Strangling her clean! "
Suddenly, Cheng Qian was unspeakable. He gasped, took a step back, and seemed to be a little unsteady because of his unusually ups and downs.
He squeezed his knuckles tightly, stiffened for a long time, and whispered, "Junk!"
Han Yuan held his hands in front of his face, his back ridge seemed to have been pulled by a bone, and slowly collapsed. After listening to this scold, he slid down the wall and sat on the ground.
Then gave an unbearable sob without warning. 2k novel reading network