How many manpower did the Six Calamities Canglong use to destroy the deserted city? There were only two of them! One was Tengfeng Ji who was under the pseudonym "Fei", and the other was Qin Xiaochuan who was not impressed. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info There were only a few scenes of this past in the drama back then, if it weren't for the fact that the memory of turning into Ganoderma lucidum and then transforming into a shape was enhanced, and even the real person looked very different, Qin Xiaochuan estimated that he wouldn't even recognize the people in the deserted city.

But he knew that the person who made Xiao no one break his sword in this battle should be a swordsman at the top of the same swordsmanship!

And now, Xiao who is supporting his body with a long sword and not retreating at the door is facing a woman "fairy" with red clothes and red umbrellas fluttering red silk around her waist. Jun, Jue, Fei, Shu, Sword, and Immortal, these six code names represent six people respectively, and they are the six culprits who provoked the March catastrophe in Nanwulin. Among them, "Jun" refers to the Six Calamities Canglong.

Qin Xiaochuan was just in time for the last battle where the deserted city was destroyed, and he was about three zhang away from Xiao Wuren, who was staggering back! This distance could actually be rushed over in a breath, but the woman under the red umbrella suddenly looked up, and the air around her seemed to become viscous immediately.

Qin Xiaochuan's breath was suffocated, his heart was beating violently, and he couldn't even take a step forward!

Seeing the figure of Forget the Dead Year over there, Xiao no one continued to let out a long howl. His black hair was scattered, and he was ready to strike with all his might, and the long sword was on the ground, and a wisp of bright red flowed down his fingers and into the ground along the blade of the sword from somewhere. The young man in black did not retreat, let the blood flow, the blade of the sword in his hand turned, and the cold sword intent suddenly condensed in front of him again.

The wind turned into a blade, obtained a wisp of sword intent from the heavenly wilderness, blended into the wind, and swept the four fields.

The white light under the red umbrella is like practice, the red silk on the woman's waist is like blood and charm, and the clear sword light is like water.

The immortal held a red umbrella, the umbrella was a shield, and the sword was like thunder, moving forward step by step, without the slightest hesitation.

"The Sword Shadow is Traceless, the Divine Relics are Desolate!"

Xiao Wuren frowned, and with all his strength, the sword light as bright as the aurora swept the entire garden. The surrounding grass and trees all let out a wail, and the two sword intents hedged each other, scattering the world and the world, just to block the footsteps of the people in front of them!

Qin Xiaochuan gritted his teeth and took a sharp step forward, forced to retreat again by these two powerful hedged sword qi. He felt that his hand holding the sword was cold and damp, and it was a cold sweat that didn't know when his palm was oozing. This battle is not at all something he can participate in at his current level. Even the Forgotten Nian who rushed to support couldn't intervene for a while.

"Retreat!" The remnants of the leaves and branches covered the sky and the earth, and the remnants of the year suddenly appeared beside Qin Xiaochuan, and stuffed a ball of cloth into his hand: "Leave." The black and swarthy half of the remnant iron was already in his hand, and he forgot the sword downward, and the sword slashed all the sword intent that shot out in front of him, and pushed Qin Xiaochuan backwards with one palm.

On that side, the red umbrella and the white clothes have completely fought with the young man in black. White light continued to flash at the edge of the two men's staggered figures, and sword qi constantly destroyed everything that approached the two of them. The dust was everywhere, but the huge deserted city was strangely inaudible.

No one else was seen.

What about the others?!

Qin Xiaochuan's heart was beating like thunder, and his body that fell backwards was stopped by a horizontal slanting branch. The branch moved forward, helping to block out the wind blowing in front of it. He looked down at the mass of cloth in the palm of his hand, the white silk had obviously just been torn from the sleeve of the Forgotten Dead Years, and half a sketch had been drawn on it. Qin Xiaochuan recognized the direction of the gate on the map at a glance, and then swept to the arrow pointing to the rear, and immediately understood the meaning of forgetting the last year. Tonight, the deserted city was preparing to move the city's residents, and those residents who were preparing to withdraw were behind the Xiao Mansion!

There is no way to get out of the last year, and he can't even talk about it, so he can only use this method to ask Qin Xiaochuan to help take care of the people in the back. Qin Xiaochuan was also beating the drum in his heart, but there was also a hint of excitement. At this moment, he forgot that there was still a companion. Or should it be said that there is no time for Qin Xiaochuan to think about Lao Liang who left halfway at all!

When he looked up, he saw that it was completely dark. On the high wall, there stood a swordsman in a silver coat and a white gauze hat. Ji Wu appeared on the white wall without a trace, pressed his hand to the hilt of the sword, and quietly watched the battle below, this was the last impression in Qin Xiaochuan's eyes before leaving.

He might as well do what he can do here. With a certain thought, Qin Xiaochuan immediately walked back. With the help of the plants growing around Xiao Mansion, the simple map he had just seen appeared in his mind, and he kept going all the way and rushing all the way.

Until Qin Xiaochuan heard the sound of drums!

A dull drum beat, for a while, not for a while, seemed to make people shudder, and the wind carried the smell of fishy death. Everywhere the drums went, it invisibly disturbed Qin Xiaochuan's control over the grass and trees. Halfway through the distance, he could already feel ...... "No. Qin Xiaochuan muttered to himself, gritted his teeth, and tasted the taste of blood in his mouth. A streak of blood ran down his throat and into his stomach, sharpening his senses. This wind is poisonous, and the drum sound is also like poison, the sound waves shake people's souls, and the drum sound comes from the rear of Xiao Mansion!

Someone.

Could it be that there were more than two people sent to the deserted city by the Six Calamities Canglong? Or something happened in the middle of it! Qin Xiaochuan stepped forward step by step, and the invisible fear invaded his heart, forcing his heart to beat faster to a certain extent.

Boom...... Boom.

The drumming continues.

If he retreats now, he's a mischievous. If he retreats now, then what did Qin Xiaochuan decide to stay and do at that time? He might as well go back to the mountains and forests and never come out to meet people again for the rest of his life!

Boom...... Boom...... Boom!

A strong premonition told Qin Xiaochuan that the others in front of him were no less than "immortals" and "flying" masters, and all his senses were frantically warning!

Further back, Qin Xiaochuan saw the corpse.

This was originally a path leading from a deserted city to the back mountain, and it was opened up in a corner of the garden. With the first purple-black corpse that fell from the withered flowers, more corpses gradually appeared on both sides, including warriors, swordsmen, and ordinary people...... There were men and women, old people and children. The corpse was crawling with poisonous scorpions and spiders, and as the drums vibrate, these poisons gathered in twos and threes, restless.

Qin Xiaochuan walked forward with the corpse, but his heart sank little by little. He gripped the sword tightly in one hand, and in the other he grasped the strip of cloth that Forgotten Years had handed him. Along the way, all the people who died on the ground were the inhabitants of the deserted city.

"Someone is coming. ”

A low sneering voice in front of him, full of invisible malice: "You must have something on you, my treasures will not approach you." ”

At the top of the accumulation of corpses, where the poison was most densely concentrated, stood a person. The man had no intention of pretending to be disguised, his long yellow hair was braided and hung down on both sides of his cheeks, he was dressed in a tawny exotic costume, and he held a small flower-shaped drum in his hand, and he slowly beat the drum as he spoke.

Absolutely not laughing.

At the first glance of seeing this person, Qin Xiaochuan had already recalled some information. He glanced down at his feet, wondering how many colorful poisonous insects were a foot away, moving as he walked.

But no poisonous insect dared to enter within a foot of Qin Xiaochuan's footsteps!

I'm afraid it's not what he carries, but the Lingzhi thing, which may have a certain detoxification ability. Qin Xiaochuan, who is a Lingzhi essence, is actually a Muyuan elf. The rustling sound of the poisonous insects around them when they moved was very creepy, and Qin Xiaochuan took a deep breath and raised his head.

The sword, across his waist, Qin Xiaochuan held the hilt of the sword!

"I'm going to kill you. ”

Qin Xiaochuan looked at Bi Fei with a smile in his eyes, and said word by word. He knew that with his own ability, he couldn't intervene at all in the battle between Immortal and Xiao Wuren. He knew that his comprehension of the sword in his hand might have just begun. But...... The corpses that fell around here were too tragic, and the tragic situation of being eaten by poisonous insects was too tragic.

"Oh, you can try. Bi Fei Xiao stopped the drumming, stepped on the back of a corpse, and turned the small drum in his hand: "You don't seem to be afraid of my poison?"

The wind blew slowly.

The poisonous insects gathered at Qin Xiaochuan's feet seemed to be suddenly afraid of something, and they suddenly dispersed! The master's gaze brought pressure, and Bi Feixiao, as a master of the same level as Immortal and Fei, after witnessing the battle between Xiao Wuren and Immortal, it added pressure to Qin Xiaochuan's heart!

He sensed through the grass and trees, and seemed to see the people who had already hidden up the mountain farther behind Bifeixiao. Now Bi Feixiao is still here, nothing more than feeling his presence in advance. Qin Xiaochuan is not a saint, and he actually doesn't want to be a saint.

Qin Xiaochuan has a bottom line. I clearly felt the coldness in my heart because of the pressure, and I also clearly felt the flame generated by the nameless anger!

Sword, just an ordinary iron sword. But at this moment, Qin Xiaochuan stretched out his sword and slowly pointed at Bi Feixiao. His eyes actually made the master on the opposite side feel an invisible momentum.

The wind slowly blew between the two.

At the moment when the sword was finally drawn, Qin Xiaochuan once again saw the traces of the wind blowing in front of him!

Outside the deserted city, at the exit of the mountain road.

At the foot of the hill, where the golden knife Lao Liang was killed, at the moment when the sun completely went down, two people appeared at the end of the road. One is a handsome boy in white clothes and white hair, and the other is a cold young man with gray hair and ponytail. The top master of the Southern Martial Arts, the Jade Sword God Nine Thousand Shenghe, followed Qin Xiaochuan's footsteps, and deliberately slowed down his pace in order not to be discovered by the other party.

"Something isn't right. Walking to the sand where Lao Liang's blood was sprinkled, Jiuqiansheng closed the folding fan and suddenly stopped. He frowned slightly and looked around. Although the corpse had been disposed of, some traces could still be distinguished from the master, such as the blood that had been spilled into the grass.

"Well......" is the most silent. The horse's tail flashed, and his figure disappeared and reappeared, and there was already an unsheathed golden knife in his hand.

The sword is here, the golden sword is here, but what about its owner?

Jiuqiansheng's eyes flashed: "Something happened!"

The most time action is faster than words, and in an instant, the wind swept dozens of feet, and a hurried voice came from afar: "I'll take a look!" The golden knife Lao Liang is dead, what about the little Lingzhi? In the most timeful heart, the little Lingzhi was raised by Yin Sui himself, and he was already a member of his relatives in Time City. Along the way, the most time is not that he doesn't care about him, but that there are some things that Qin Xiaochuan always needs to face and experience by himself. People can grow. Each generation of the Children of Time in Time City will leave for the Nether, and that's what it does.

But at this time, Qin Xiaochuan had already faced the most dangerous enemy he had ever seen with a single sword! Sometimes, life and death were only in a moment!

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