Chapter 102:

The wooden sword carrying Cheng Qian's period of Yuanshen trembled violently, Yan Zhengming held the wooden sword in his hands in suspicion, feeling the painful resonance between it and those who refined it.
Yan Zhengming didn't know what happened to Cheng Qian, and immediately decided: "I'll take you out of here first, if there's anything else to say."
He reached out to hold Cheng Qian up, but Cheng Qian instinctively raised a palm and patted him.
This time he was full of murderous power, and with one palm out, Cheng Qian was shocked at once, and then he took back the maggot Zhenyuan who was surging in his palm, and brought the palm up high and dropped gently, extremely Yan Yanming restraintly waved away without hurting him.
The deep true Yuan went back and forth, and the power of counter-attack shocked Cheng Qian with half of his body numb.
He coughed on the spot of blood, stained his coat, and his confused consciousness became clear for a moment under the stimulation of pain.
Yan Zhengming asked in shock: "What are you doing?"
Cheng Qian ignored him. At first, it was a long story. Secondly, he didn't figure it out himself. He had no energy to explain it.
But he knew clearly that what he said to Yan Zhengming made him go first. Yan Zhengming not only would not listen, but would come together more nervously. So Cheng Qianmo just waved his hands in a violent and violent battle, biting the tip of his tongue, and in the mouthfulness of pain caused by the pain, he simply removed his limbs and joints, and then grasped the time and gazed at him. The inner government introduced all of his true elements into the sea of ​​spirit, regardless of the disturbed true elements, and smashed into the seal that remained in his original spirit for ten thousand years.
Before Shang Wannian was dying, he was afraid that his damaged Yuanshen could not bear to listen to Qiankun's inheritance, and sealed up Qiankun. Only when his Yuanshen repaired it completely, the seal would break open by itself. However, Cheng Qian was anxious to release Qian Qiank at this time, and wanted to use his power to get rid of the painting soul that Tang Yue had fallen on him.
As for whether he could stand the harsh legacy at this time, Cheng Qian did not consider it at all.
When conditions permit, he will naturally act safely and be forced into despair, and he will never believe that he will not do anything.
Yan Zhengming only felt that all the chills around him would flow to Cheng Qian for a while, and when he passed by, he froze to a jerk, and Cheng Qian's eyebrow suddenly had a small ear mark lit up.
In the secret place of this snow-capped mountain, there is no light in the light of the lamp, the light of the wax, and the glowing mark is not affected by it here. It is getting brighter and brighter, so that Yan Qianming can clearly see Cheng Qian's pale lips. There was a faint tinge of black gas on the blood stains on the eyebrows.
Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out what was happening for a while, and didn't dare to come forward—he intuitively seemed to be some kind of mysterious inheritance, but the place was wrong, and the timing was even worse.
Besides, what is the inheritance that demands such masochism?
Yan Zhengming had never heard of it, nor did he know what would happen to Cheng Qian if the lineage was interrupted halfway.
He never dare to take Cheng Qian's adventure, so he had to take the wooden sword back to the inner house, and use the power of his primordial spirit to appease the trembling wooden sword over and over again.
After all, Mu Jian is his original sword. Over time, Yan Zhengming felt a slight resonance from it. He felt as if he heard a faint and distant bell.
Can't let him think about it, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that the secret place of Daxue Mountain was shaking, and he heard the sound of the sea tide across the thick ice layer.
The water outside Beiming is resonating with the things between Cheng Qianmei!
Yan Zhengming's alert was extreme, and the whole person was almost stretched into a sword, saying: "If only the seawater resonates, don't worry, but don't ..."
As soon as this idea came up, I heard the sharp wind coming out of the Daxueshan Mystery again, and then the evil wind came back without warning, this time it actually passed the white bones in front of the two, and did not spare. To chase after!
Yan Zhengming was about to smile bitterly. For the first time, he knew he had a crow mouth.
Even though Jianxiu does not count copper skin and iron bones, he is forged all year round, but it is not muddy. Ordinary swords can't hurt him at all, but he just swept aside by the wind, and actually left a few half-foot long The wound, until this time, Yan Zhengming's back still passed the unbearable pain.
He took a deep look at Cheng Qian, who was completely unconscious, and summoned the wooden sword in his hand. All the swords of the Yuanshen were lined up beside him. In the mysterious realm of the snow mountain, a sword field was opened.
Daxueshan's secret realm was shocked by the ferocious inheritance of Qiankun, as if the intruder had been discovered afterwards, and then only the squalling wind that swept aside in front of the two rushed straight to Cheng Qian.
Yan Zhengming swiftly woven a vast sword net with the Yuanshen sword, whispered, and refused to let it go without restraint, to keep the snowy mountain out of anger firmly.
The sword field meets the narrow wind. In an instant, tens of thousands of light spots fall apart, and sharp weapons such as iron and mud are rushing back and forth in this violent wind. As soon as he fought, the sword domain was halved in an instant.
The cold light is against the wall, the bright candle is bleak, the sound of golden stones is endless, Yan Zhengming's long hair has been completely blown away by the leaked wind, the robe hunts and moves, and there are one or two cracks from time to time. Before long, his shirt was almost shabby .
And he closed his eyes slightly, letting Fu Yi Mu Jian's sword intentions surging in his hands.
He used to think that Cheng Qian was dead, and he couldn't unlock the lock in Fengshan Ling anyway. He thought that one day he could use his own power to suppress the ancestral consciousness of the head seal and forcefully pass the Fengshan Lingrang. Fuyao Mountain reappears on earth.
At this point, Yan Zhengming was in front of the whole treacherous secret in the depths of Beiming, and he held a wooden sword and remained motionless ...
"Why am I such a life-savvy person that I always run into death?" Yan Zhengming said.
The sword that enters the sheath is more restrained than the forward, but it is longer.
And the violent must not last long--
He and his entire Daxue Mountain began a long tug-of-war, without any trace of sword qi.
Constantly blown down by the tyrannical wind, and then constantly stood up again.
In the snowy mountains, there are no days and nights, Yan Zhengming doesn't know how long he has sustained, and the pain around the meridian gradually spreads out like acupuncture, which means that his inner yuan is about to run out.
Yan Zhengming hasn't realized how long the crossbow has tasted. He couldn't help looking back at Cheng Qian. His face was as pale as paper, but he seemed to be able to draw unlimited power from it.
Suddenly, Yan Zhengming felt very strange. He thought that because of his temper that he was afraid of pain and suffering, he would not be able to persevere when the lamp was exhausted. In this situation, he must be grooming himself to sit and wait for death. , But once there is a Cheng Qian around, nothing is the same.
Cheng Qianneng transformed him from a "weak" shortbread cookie into a dry rag that was not squeezed. Even if his appearance is not good, he can twist it harder, and he can still stand up.
Acupuncture-like pain gradually spread throughout his body. Yan Zhengming's limbs seemed to be torn apart. That was a severe warning given to him by the dry meridian. He ignored it and suddenly removed the barrier around him. All the swords of the Yuanshen Suddenly he stood up, and for a moment, Yan Zhengming's entire house was empty, and his ears roared, pushing all the swords out with one palm!
When the Yuanshen Sword became caustic, it was everywhere. It slammed back and forth, sending out a scream of almost roaring beasts in the air, and at that moment the wind howling in the secret place of Daxue Mountain was pushed back by him.
Yan Zhengming shook his whole body, and his body had actually started to ooze. He had a sword and stood forcibly, but his eyes had been dismissed, and he murmured unconsciously: "Little dive ..."
The inability to protect the young Cheng Qian has always been his lifelong hatred. Over time, Cheng Qian has become so powerful that he is not needed at all. Only the residual fears of that year linger in his mind and remain lingering.
Yan Zhengming's mouth showed an inexplicable smile, and then he passed out in a standing position.
The wooden sword came out, but it did not fall down. The wooden sword pointed downwards, hung in the air, and stood in front of him faithfully.
However, after waiting for a while, a more intense counterattack didn't come. I wonder if the wind was broken by the sword, or wandering back to the depths of Daxue Mountain.
Cheng Qianmu's sorrowful sense of sigh of relief was relieved-he felt unable to describe at this time, the whole man's consciousness was divided into two, half in the body and half in the wooden sword, as if two brains were thinking at the same time, and they had to interfere with each other He can truly feel the feeling of Han Yuan for a while, whether it is the taste of the soul of Chinese painting or the weirdness of being divided into two.
The consciousness in his body desperately resists the influence of the painting soul, and maintains his last reason before listening to the seal of Qiankun, while the sense of wood sword guards the contention, generally thinking about the cause and effect in the noisy interference of painting soul .
Seeing the winds receding, Cheng Qian took a short breath, but his doubts floated up—what does the hint of painting soul mean?
For what reason did Tang Yan want him to kill Yan Zhengming?
If Tang Yan was trying to stir up chaos in the world, he might want to get rid of Monk Han Yuan and others, but he didn't understand Yan Zhengming--the head brother of the Fuyao faction had so many inverse scales all over his body. You can count it with one hand. As long as no one touches him, he can stay quietly on Fuyao Mountain all his life, and will never take the initiative to find trouble.
What's the need for Tang Yan to provoke such a fierce mighty sword repair for no reason, and to fool him into the secret place of Daxue Mountain?
Even if Tang Yun is really crazy, he must want to pass his fate, so why do n’t he do it when Fuyao Mountain?
On Fuyao Mountain, they have so many unprepared times to spend time with each other. Whatever means, Yan Zhengming cannot escape, why are they here?
You must know that the Secret of Daxue Mountain is in crisis. Neither of them can see who they are. Since entering here, their nerves have been tense, and sneak attacks are almost impossible.
Why does Tang Yan think that as long as he starts, he must kill Yan Zhengming?
Cheng Qian was originally a monk of Yuanshen, and he had experienced seven thunderstorms. He was far from being low-figured and well-controlled as Han Yuan was then. If he found that he was wrong, he would certainly resist. It hurts Jianxiu of the sword domain casually, that would be too much respect for him.
At this moment, Tang Hua moved the painting soul buried in him, what use is there for besides fighting grass and snakes?
Yan Zhengming woke up just after being comatose for a moment. He leaned against the wall embarrassed. First, he felt the chaotic wind direction in the mystery, then he grasped the time to adjust the true yuan, took a long breath, and then glanced over. Cheng Qian, still standing, said to himself: "It's not dead ... Hey ... when can you get up and comb my hair?"
The ear mark on Cheng Qian's eyebrows seemed brighter, and as he kept penetrating the increasingly shaky seal, the familiar burning sensation that seemed to burn him into a pile of ashes rushed into his internal organs again.
This inevitably affected Cheng Qian's consciousness active in the wooden sword, and the wooden sword hummed softly.
Yan Zhengming tore his own eyes from Cheng Qian, raised his head sullenly and looked deep into the Daxue Mountain. With only one glance, he suddenly developed an indescribable impulse in his heart, as if there was something in him in that secret place. He had an inscrutable appeal that made his heart pound.
However, he didn't move, and Yan Zhengming's hand slowly rubbed the wooden sword in his hand and said to himself: "Strange, suddenly I felt like there was a you just out of the bath."
Cheng Qian was fully aware of the sense of hearing the situation of Qiankun, but unfortunately he heard this, and was almost shaken out by the trembling wooden sword.
Yan Zhengming stood up three steps away from Cheng Qian, not too close to disturb him, but he could put him in his sight completely, so he seemed to be able to resist the inexplicable attraction of the deep snow mountain to him.
Yan Zhengming licked his chapped lips slightly, feeling that not only was he wrong here, but also the entire Daxueshan mysterious heart was bewildered.
Suddenly, he blinked hard, and saw a ray of light pierce from the depths of the mystery, like a piece of pure gold broken in the dark. At first there was only a line, then it slowly spread out, as if in the darkest Thousands of golden flowers bloomed in this place.
The mysterious and quiet halo is rippling back and forth in the secret world of ice and snow, reflecting the sparkling everywhere, like a fairyland on earth.
This scene is too indescribable, and everyone who sees this scene can't help holding their breath.
Yan Zhengming froze for a long while, and a guess suddenly flashed in his head—is that the leaf of Dalian Mountain Golden Lotus?
Is the Golden Lotus Leaf Really Existing?
As soon as the golden light emerged, Cheng Qian felt that his painting soul in the inner government could not be suppressed immediately, and the dark air immediately occupied his inner government, and the weak Yuanshen was almost submerged in it, only in his inner government. The rest of me listening to Qiankun was still reluctant.
Cheng Qian, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes, his eyes were colder than when he was working hard, and he could barely see the bottom.
Yan Zhengming returned to God for the first time: "Ancestral, you are awake."
Cheng Qian ignored him, the bones and joints made a crisp sound, then he actually stood up shaky, and the whole body was covered with frost. His actions were stiff and unnatural, and the blood-stained Frostblade revealed undisguised killing.
At this moment, the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's hand suddenly broke away from his control. It turned out that when his mind was irregular, Cheng Qian's consciousness suddenly took over the wooden sword for a short time, which would accumulate a long sword energy. Hit him.
Yan Zhengming grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword, but still had no time to stop it. He stared at the sword's body straight into Cheng Qian's body.
Of course, Yan Zhengming knew that what was playing in the wooden sword was also part of Cheng Qian. He was surprised and angry: "Cheng Qian, have you taken the wrong medicine!"
Cheng Qian's body shook. He didn't seem to know the pain. Frost floated down his neck. A bloodstain had fallen from the corner of his mouth, but he was ignorant. His staring eyes stared at him. Familiar ... Yan Zhengming's spine is cold, that's the soul of painting!
Cheng Qian slowly lifted the frost blade, the sword tip across the ice, making a soothing sound, he walked almost step by step, stepping towards Yan Zhengming step by step.
"Does he want to kill me?" Yan Zhengming quickly flashed the thought in his heart, and the whole person was cold from the head to the bottom of his feet, roaring around, and stayed in place for a while.
Suddenly, the corner of his eyes was dazzled by a golden light, Yan Zhengming's heartbeat jumped--right, golden lotus leaf!
No matter who he was, he didn't know when the other side's hand was against Qian Qian, but as long as he could get the leaf of the nasturtium, a dozen painting souls wouldn't matter.
Yan Zhengming embraced this idea, and clenched the wooden sword in his hand, so that Cheng Qian could not use his sword energy to mutilate himself, and flew towards the light source of the golden lotus leaf.
The consciousness in Cheng Qianmu's sword immediately understood what he was going to do: "Brother! Stop!"
But no one could hear what a sword was saying.
Tang Yan led them here, using his wind to turbulent his soul, which triggered the painting soul.
That man is proficient in all kinds of soul curse, why did he choose to paint the soul?
Between the flashlight and fire, Cheng Qian suddenly passed a guess—because Yan Zhengming had seen the real painting soul on the East Coast, he could recognize that no one in Fuyao would forget the painting soul.
Of course, Tang Yan knew that Cheng Qian could not kill Yan Zhengming, just to fight the grass and frighten the snake. If he was trapped by the painting soul, what would Yan Zhengming's first reaction be?
It goes without saying-large golden lotus leaves.
At that moment, the consciousness in Cheng Qianmu's sword fluctuated violently, almost touching Yan Zhengming's inner government. Yan Zhengming felt the familiar consciousness and instinctively ate.
Cheng Qian decisively withdrew his consciousness hidden in the wooden sword back to the inner palace, wrapped in a sword sword repair that came from the wooden sword, and directly chopped the seal that listened to Qiankun.
The sealed seal fell apart in an instant. The sealed spirit in his inner house glowed brightly, as if to burn his internal organs and sacrifice. Cheng Qianmei ’s unreliable magic on the space was destroyed and shattered. From then on, the painting soul disappeared.
Immediately, a more severe test came.
Cheng Qian's entire body seemed to be burned. The fine frost that had just condensed on his body melted away with his naked eyes. In a blink of an eye, his hair was soaked in his hair. The former Ju Lingyu's body was not completed, and he was almost the same as when he was first hacked out by Tianjie.
Cheng Qian's body lost control and collapsed softly.
Daxueshan shuddered, Yan Zhengming ignored the painting soul, grabbed Cheng Qian's hand, pulled him into his arms, and said, "If he wants to kill me, let him kill."
Yan Zhengming was almost scalded by Cheng Qian's hot body. Then, the disappearing gust of wind flew up again, and the sharp-edged blade broke off the wild horse in the secret realm, and completely lost control.
Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian tightly. Almost at the same time, the secret place at their feet collapsed. Yan Zhengming used sword gas to defend himself against Cheng Qian, forming a layer of protective film, wrapping the two together to the secret place. Go deep. 2k novel reading network