Chapter 117: color

Xuan Su traveled all the way, and the sudden force of internal force was already so painful that the meridians felt painful, but his heart was tied to the ends of the head and tail, and he did not dare to pause and relax. He finally reached the entrance of Tallinn, and only supported the trunk to breathe and changed steps Law into it.
There are ninety-seven stone towers in the Tallinn Communist Party, all of which are seven storeys high. Seven of the pagodas are connected to form the Big Dipper and Seven Stars. The other stone towers are distributed in the nine palaces of Manjusri, forming an ingenious position. In addition to this, each tower is generally unique in appearance, but differs only in subtleties. It is a rare mystery for outsiders, and I am afraid that I will get lost once I enter.
Xuan Suben didn't have such a skill, but at this time the wind was just right, and he had a sensitive nose. He smelled the rusty smell from the blowing wind, and his expression was awkward. Like a sneaky night owl.
He quickly approached the source of the gas. This stone tower was very close to the center of Tallinn. The bronze door underneath was hidden, and there was no light on it. Only the moonlight sparsely lit on the tower, and there was no reason for the gloom.
Xuan Su didn't walk through the door, he stepped on the foot, climbed the fence and hung on the tower, and didn't rush into the room. He only listened to each floor with breathlessness, and finally heard the sound of clang from the seventh floor, like someone Fighting.
Climbing the eight-story tower, Xuan Su's arm strength could not be supported, and his arm trembled faintly. He knew that he could not procrastinate. He overturned the fence and steadily landed on the corridor.
It's a pity that the black lights are hard to describe. I can only hear the fighting sound more intense. Xuan Su can only estimate that there are at least three people fighting. In addition to the sound of weapon confrontation, there is the rustling of the chain jitter.
The smell rushed to the door of Xuansu's face through the window. He was disgusted, but the instincts he had carved in his early years caused some hands and feet to heat up, and he could not help being excited, just like the sleeping wolf was awakened by the fishy smell.
Xuan Su's pupils shrank, and his fingers touched the cold jade flute, clenched tightly, like holding a rein, and struggling himself to the edge of the cliff, finally clear.
It was getting harder and harder, and finally one person couldn't hold on, saying, "This madman doesn't recognize people anymore, we have to fight hard!"
"With a ruthless hand, how to explain to the left guardian?" The low drink sounded with a clang, and some anxiety was corrupted. "The left guardian has orders again and again, who will take him back unscathed, who dares to do it?"
"But he killed the third son!" The man had gritted his teeth before, "The four of you and my brother have never distinguished each other, but now the third son is dead in his hands!"
"Don't dare to do it, let Zuo Hufa know, and then go back to Huang Quan and the third brother to be brothers!"
"..."
Xuan Su wrinkled his eyebrows. Something in the dark turned towards him. He hurriedly stepped aside, but it was a thick chain of baby wrists hitting the stone window. The fine carving was actually caused by this The power of blows is stifling!
"Who?!"
The two in dispute got the breathing opportunity, and they were surprised that someone outside the window was watching, not waiting for the metaphysical reaction. The two jumped out of the doors and windows respectively.
The corridor is narrow, and Xuansu's retreat is just right between the door and the window, and the front and back roads are blocked. Through the moonlight, he saw that these two men were one tall and one short, and both were dressed as monks. They held a ring knife in their hands, but their blades were stained with blood.
Xuan Su couldn't get in, could not retreat, saw the sword shining in the cold light, the two approached one after the other, he heard that the man in the house was still flying like a headless fly, the iron chain kept hitting the wall, making it dull The sound of the eyebrows suddenly became cold, and Tong Xiao was drawn out.
At the next moment, the two ring knives came one after the other. The former wiped his throat, while the latter cut his legs and bent him to avoid escaping up and down. At a critical juncture, Xuan Su's wrist turned, and Tong Xiao stably blocked a knife. At the same time, he lifted a skein under his foot and stepped the blade under his feet, leaving his lines still.
Xuan Su blocked the blow, but instead of taking advantage of the victory, he did not avoid it. Instead, he reached into his arms and touched the fire fold. He pulled his fingers away and quickly leaned on his lips, blowing a spark.
Bean's firelight is usually inconspicuous, but at the moment it's like a poisonous scorpion's tail thorns, which hurts people's eyes. The tall, thin monk in front of him was shocked, and he would shoot the fire extinguishing light when he reached out, but Xuan Su had put the fire fold on the prayer flag hanging by the wall.
The prayer flags hung for a long time, and they had dried and yellowed for a long time.
There was a pause in the room, and then a hooded head suddenly flew to the window, and a hoarse roar came from his mouth. The person had a deep internal force, and when he gathered his breath, he spread far away in the night sky.
The two who struggled with Xuan Su were both startled, and at this opportunity, Xuan Su pulled off the prayer flags in the flames and split his head to the tall, thin monk. The other party retreated subconsciously, but this time it was just a sway, Xuan Su's body turned around, turned back by the flag, and firmly wrapped the head of the little man behind him!
The fire licked the skin, the man made a scream, the entire head was wrapped up by the prayer flag, stretched out and pulled into the palm by the tongue. However, Xuan Su was indifferent. Seeing this, he kicked his leg and kicked on the chest of the other party. The latter immediately spurted a mouthful of blood and even retreated against the fence.
There was a loud noise, the flesh was smeared, Xuan Su didn't look back, and Xiao took the ring knife that came from behind, and hit the elbow with his elbow on the other's chest. He heard that the man stepped back three times before turning.
Only when there was blood on his left face, blood droplets merged into the fine carvings on the silver mask, as if the blood-red lines spread on this man's face, enchanting and horrifying. Xuan Su lifted his sleeves and wiped the blood, Tong Xiao turned around at his fingertips, the ordinary Wen Liang politely disappeared without a trace at this moment, and said in a cold voice: "Who is this, what did you do here? Life."
But in three or four rounds, the two were dead. The tall, thin man was frightened, but he was also a man who did not retreat. He did not answer the word, and raised the knife again.
However, there is a chain faster than him!
The dark chain twisted around like a poisonous snake from behind, strangled the throat of the tall, thin man, and waited for no one to struggle. The end of the chain suddenly pulled back. He actually pulled the adult man off the ground, and his neck issued a "click" With a crunch, people were thrown off the tower.
There was another loud noise, and Xuan Su did not lie down beside the fence to look down, but took a step back.
The maniac radiating from his beard has crawled out of the window.
He stood two feet in front of Xuan Su, dressed in dirty prison clothes, his hair messy, two chains encircling his wrists, and the end dragged to the ground for a long time, making a piercing friction.
He raised his head, his hair slipped to the side, revealing a terrible face. It was a year-long burn, and his skin was already lumped.
Xuan Su was shocked and couldn't help saying "Tai Yi Tian Zun". He glanced at him with a shadow.
This is indeed a person, but a person more terrible than a ghost.
Even the first time I saw him, Xuan Su guessed who he was-Zhao Qing, the right protector of the Burial Soul Palace.
Xuan Su didn't know much about it. Except for the name of "Blood King" and the blood case of Huangshan School, it was almost a black eye. Instead, Ye Fusheng told him some information recently. For example, Zhao Qing became the right protector by relying on the old lady Zhao Bingmo, and for example, this person is a lunatic.
Outrageous lunatic.
Before exploring the road to cross the Edong, Ye Fusheng and Chu Xiwei took over. The two exchanged some information. Chu Xiwei learned about the situation in the Wuxiang Temple. Ye Fusheng heard about Zhao Qing. According to the clues investigated by Bai Guimen, Zhao Qing ’s biological father is unknown. His mother is the sister of the former burial soul palace master Helian Shen, and the current burial soul palace left protector Zhao Bingmo. .
It is said that he had suffered a fire when he was young, ruined half of his face, and later went out with his uncle Helian Shenlian, hurting his brain and causing madness. He just didn't recognize people at first, but later he began to be angry and seizure from time to time. Instead, his martial arts became better and better. There were few people who could hold him back in the mountain.
The Burial Soul Palace has such a madman. First, he looked at Zhao Bingmo's face, and secondly, he used him to burn and kill looted dogs. It's a pity that Zhao Bingmo loved her son as she was destined. Eight years ago, Zhao Qingfu met Huangshan School when she was out of the rivers and lakes. She personally took the people back to the Mizuling Ridge. , Fearing that the madman would get into trouble again, take his life into it.
As Ye Fusheng speculated, Zhao Qing originally lived out of the house, but this time it fell into the hands of Wuxiang Temple. I am afraid it was a bait calculated by someone who wanted to know it; and the funeral palace has clearly controlled the martial arts meeting, but he has not sent someone to rescue Zhao Qing. One is to use it for fishing, and the other is to discard it.
No matter what kind of guess, it can only be explained that there is a discord between Zhao Bingmo and He Lianyu.
Xuan Su just did n’t understand it, not stupid. He saw Zhao Qing at this time, and he remembered the conversation between the two men just now. I guess they were afraid that Zhao Bingmo sent them privately to save their relatives. Because the prisoners were completely mad, there was no distinction between the enemy and the enemy, not only did they not escape from birth, but also left the people who came to rescue him here.
The question is, where are the balance and color? Will the smell in the room come from them?
Xuan Su was anxious and wished to rush in for a look, but Zhao Qing refused to give him this opportunity.
Suddenly, the strong wind swept, and Xuan Su lifted Xiao's block. He was hitting a strong iron chain. Zhao Qing couldn't make a hit, and shook his hands again, and the two iron chains came out together. This thing was black and black. When the sky was broken, it seemed to be a dragon dancing in the wild, coming and going, tightly closed.
One of the weapons is longer than the other and the one is shorter than the ruler. Xuan Su is a little stretched, but Zhao Qing is a lunatic who is different from human beings. He is irrational. Xuan Su was cold and couldn't help being drawn to the shoulder, and immediately opened his skin.
Seeing the red in front of him, Zhao Qing was even more fierce. He left the chain to cleave his head, and the right chain swept across his chest. If these two strokes are beaten, not to mention that the brain ruptures, but also the broken ribs.
If Xuan Su retires, it is okay, but if he retires, what should this madman escape?
As soon as he gritted his teeth, Xuan Su did not retreat and advanced, holding both ends of Tong Xiao with two hands, but Wen Zhengran screamed that Tong Xiao split in two, and actually pulled out a thin sword from it!
This Tong Xiao is not a musical instrument, but when he was 16 years old when he could control his internal information, Duan Ya personally opened the weapon that Jian Ge chose for him.
The Wuwei sword is only one foot long, and is not a thin blade, but is similar to a sword thorn, with a whole body like a cone, and dark blood grooves are everywhere. It is said that this is an ancient thing, Zeng was the sword of the assassin's assassination, and was later obtained by the benevolent. It was hidden in Xiao, and the hidden edge converged the blade.
Those who do nothing, do nothing and do nothing, the real gentleman should do something, and he should do something.
Xuan Su is twenty-eight of this year, but the sword has been unsheathed only three times, and he has not been stained with a drop of blood so far.
As soon as the figure turned, the iron chain swept across his chest, and his lungs were sore with pain. However, the sword was slipping on the chain, and Xuansu had been approaching Zhao Qing!
Seeing this as a life-changing injury, Wuwei was about to pierce Zhao Qing's throat. The latter suddenly abandoned the iron chain, and the palm of his left hand became a knife. The thumb and ring finger snapped inward suddenly, turning over while taking advantage of the gap!
The Wuwei sword passed through the hole he drew out when he could not let it go. Zhao Qing turned his head away from the tip of the sword, his left hand slipped down, and the index finger and fell instantly, holding the sword firmly.
Xuan Su's eyes widened in a sudden, only at this moment, Zhao Qing's free right hand grabbed him to the door, bent like a hook, and he had touched his eyelids!
At the next moment, Yin Hong spewed out, and Xuan Su's eyes were blurred with blood ...