『』，。 Chapter 327: Blood Flower

As soon as Weng Qing explained this, Tang Huan was even more surprised, according to her, in case Tang Huan really failed, she could find an excuse to refuse anything she asked for.

What made Tang Huan feel even more incomprehensible was that the news about him had already spread, and this Weng Qing should know that even a great martial artist at the peak of the seventh order was not necessarily his opponent, and she was obviously not at the peak of the seventh order, so she actually dared to bet against him.

Under normal circumstances, she has little hope of winning. Wouldn't she give him three "Jade Stones" for nothing?

"Miss Weng Qing, are you sure you want to learn from me?" Tang Huan smiled and said with a straight face.

"Of course. Weng Qing replied categorically, "You can rest assured, even if you lose, this 'Blue Shadow Stone', our Spirit Feather Chamber of Commerce will still sell it to you, and there is no need for you to exchange it for the Holy Rank 'Demon Yuan Stone', you can take out six million gold coins according to the previous price." ”

"Mr. Weng, what is your opinion?"

Tang Huan looked at Weng Qing suspiciously, and then turned to look at Weng Ting.

"My niece has long wanted to learn from Master Tang Huan, since this is the case, then let her be, and ask Master Tang Huan to give advice. Weng Ting smiled, but there seemed to be an imperceptible helplessness and worry between her eyebrows, and she was probably not very optimistic about the outcome of Weng Qing and Tang Huan's discussion.

"That's fine. ”

Tang Huan smiled and said, "Miss Weng Ting, I don't take advantage of your Spirit Feather Chamber of Commerce, if you lose, I will still pay you six million gold coins." ”

Speaking of this, Tang Huan suddenly turned his head to look at Xingyan who was sitting next to him, and said with a smile: "Xingyan girl, I'm afraid I'll have to borrow six million gold coins from you for a while." ”

"It's okay......"

Xingyan laughed crisply, but before the rest of the words were finished, Weng Qing's eyebrows were already full of anger, and he sneered, "Tang Huan, do you think you have already won?"

When the words fell, Weng Qing had already pressed his sword and stood up, staring at Tang Huan fiercely with a pair of eyes.

"It's just a matter of being prepared. ”

Tang Huan smiled slightly, stood up, and his right palm had already grasped the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

He came to the Spirit Feather Chamber of Commerce today, and he didn't bring the dragon and phoenix spear with him, but it didn't matter, before the dragon and phoenix spear was promoted to a high-level weapon, the power of this long sword was definitely far superior to it. This sword is naturally the spirit weapon that Tang Huan forged some time ago. 【】

On the way to Tianzhu City, Tang Huan struggled for a long time to name it.

Because it fused with the soul of the "Blood Pupil Fire Wolf", and it was mainly based on the high-level gem of "Flower Firestone", Tang Huan finally named it "Blood Flower" in order to save trouble.

"Khooth!"

With a crisp sound, the Blood Flower Sword was already unsheathed.

In an instant, a trembling sound of "hum" stirred up, and above the long sword, the blue light was like a tide, the green clothes were surging, surrounded by blue and green, and the red light exploded.

Wildly exploded with this red mang, and that terrifying heat. This heat was like a blazing wave, spreading out one by one, and in an instant, around the sword body, even the void revealed subtle ripples that could be seen by the naked eye, and even made bursts of beeping sounds.

At this moment, Weng Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of solemnity on her face.

Weng Ting's complexion also changed slightly, and when she glanced at Weng Qing, the melancholy in her eyes became even stronger. Although Xingyan's face was invisible, there was a look of surprise in her black and bright eyes, obviously she didn't expect the power of Tang Huan's long sword to be so amazing.

After an instant, Weng Ting and Xingyan glanced at each other, and almost at the same time, they bounced up and retreated more than ten meters away.

"Miss Weng Qing, let's shoot!"

With the long sword in hand, Tang Huan's face was already solemn.

Strategically despise the opponent, but tactically you still have to pay attention to the opponent. No matter what Tang Huan thought before, once he faced the enemy, he would no longer have the slightest contempt, and things such as the thirty-year-old mother straining her child and capsizing in the gutter are staged in this world almost every day.

"Boom!"

Hum snorted lightly in his nose, his face was slightly gloomy, his body suddenly leaped forward, almost at the same moment, the sound of agitation burst out in this hall, the long sword on his waist was already unsheathed, and a bright blue light slashed through a dizzying arc in the air, and then struck Tang Huan's chest and abdomen like lightning.

Seeing this, Tang Huan's eyes flashed with a different color.

When Weng Qing's turquoise long sword swung, a strong energy diffused from the sword body, and then rolled forward along the sword momentum, making Tang Huan feel as if a wild wave was roaring towards him, and in an instant, a huge sense of oppression had enveloped the spatial advancement within a radius of more than ten meters, including him.

"The strength is really very good!" Tang Huan's mind was racing, and he immediately unleashed the "Emperor Nine Heavens Sword Technique".

"Whew!"

With a slight flick of the wrist, a subtle chime.

However, it was the blood sword in Tang Huan's hand that stabbed out at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and the moment the heat wave churned forward along the sword body, a majestic sword intent had already spread, as if the emperor was coming in person, which made people feel shocked, and couldn't help but have an urge to bow and worship.

"Ding!"

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the blood flower sword had already attached to the sword body of Weng Qing's blue long sword, and with just a flick, the blue long sword that was swaying towards his chest and abdomen had already turned to the side. The bloody sword in Tang Huan's hand was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, a telescopic, sharp sword tip went straight to Weng Qing's throat.

At the tip of the sword, more than two feet long spewed out.

The intense and incomparably sharp intent seemed to tear apart the void, and the heat that emanated from the sword suddenly became even more fierce and terrifying.

Weng Qing's pupils shrank suddenly, her delicate body retreated, and the blue sword in her hand swayed quickly like a butterfly piercing a flower, even if there seemed to be a monstrous wave surging out from in front of her in an instant, it was actually stronger than a wave, even if there was a hill in front of her, it seemed to be able to be smashed by this huge wave.

"Sneer!sss......ss

Tang Huan's footsteps were fast, and the blood flower sword was lit out one after another with lightning speed.

Suddenly, I saw a series of fiery red sword shadows crashing into the surging blue waves. In the next moment, the crisp and loud collision sound came and went, and almost every sword shadow pierced in, and the turbulent wave weakened a little.

"Dingding......

In just the blink of an eye, Tang Huan had already stabbed out eighteen swords, and Weng Qing's sword momentum had been completely disintegrated.

Tang Huan's movements did not stop in the slightest because of this, and the blood sword in his hand continued to stab out one after another at a speed that was difficult for his mind to catch. Almost in the next moment, the criss-crossing fiery red sword rays seemed to turn into an extremely terrifying sword curtain, rolling forward, unstoppable.

"Huh?"

Weng Qing's face was calm, the long sword in his hand trembled, and a deafening humming sound suddenly burst out.

In an instant, the turquoise light that burst out from the sword body and the sword light that erupted from the tip of the sword seemed to have all condensed into substance. Looking from afar, the blue long sword that Weng Qing was holding in his hand was about one meter long, as if it had turned into a giant sword about one meter five long.

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