Chapter 7: The Jedi Fights Back

After another half an hour of hard running, Zhang Liang felt that he had really reached his limit. He fell limp www.biquge.info beside a thick old tree, gasping for air.

After a long time, Zhang Liang felt that his tired body had a little respite, and was about to struggle to get up and continue running, when he suddenly heard a sound of a rope behind him.

Zhang Liang's heart sank, he knew that the one named Song Qingshi had caught up.

Song Qingshi's heart was full of anger and shame. Such a good opportunity to capture the sword created by his ancestor was ruined by a miscellaneous debris from under his nose.

The sword must not be lost!

This is the hope of the rejuvenation of the Song family, which the ancestors exchanged for their lives. Song Qingshi endured the serious internal injuries without saying a word, and followed Zhang Liang all the way to search.

Unfortunately, the forest was so dark at night that he almost crashed into a tree several times in a hurry, let alone find a living person. In addition, Zhang Haoxiang did not lose his mind and ran in one direction, and he didn't know how many turns he turned, which greatly increased the difficulty of Song Qingshi to find someone.

Fortunately, Song Qingshi fought with internal injuries and didn't know how many times faster than the miscellaneous pieces, and the carpet search finally allowed him to touch Zhang Liang's vicinity.

Zhang Liang held his breath, he knew that he had no time to escape, and the sound of running at this time was just sending a positioning signal to Song Qingshi. He could only wait for Song Qingshi to feel far away in the dark, and he was secretly running away. After all, it's much easier to run for your life in the dark than to find someone.

However, the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and the direction in which Song Qingshi groped turned straight to Zhang Liang. Listen to the sound and take a dozen steps to collide.

Zhang Liang sighed softly in his heart. After all, Song Qingshi's strange and bewitching figure when he slashed people was still echoing in his mind. But at this time, there was no way to avoid it, and Zhang Liang's heart was no longer afraid, but surprisingly calm. It's like facing that old man.

"Crackle, crackle, crackle。。。。。。" The footsteps of the fallen branches of the trees were getting closer. Zhang Liang clenched the long sword in his hand and silently calculated the distance between the two.

Five meters, three meters, one meter.

Just when the sound of footsteps sounded beside Zhang Liang, Zhang Liang's whole person rushed up like an agile leopard, grabbing the long sword with both hands and stabbing towards the top of the voice from the bottom up.

Although there was darkness in front of Song Qingshi, the sharp and powerful killing force came from his lower right, and his hairs stood on end. Song Qingshi reluctantly turned his body, feeling a chill on the inside of his right arm. The sword suddenly cut a long cut in his arm.

The stab is empty! Zhang Liang immediately judged it. The sword was handed out without the jerky feeling of entering the meat when he killed the pig, and he immediately stretched out his right foot and kicked it forward.

Who is Song Qingshi? Although he was defeated by the generals in one move, he who has practiced martial arts for many years can not be compared to Zhang Liang, a villager.

Although this kick hit Song Qingshi's flank, Zhang Liang felt that he had kicked on a piece of granite, which shook his shin bones.

"It's broken!" As soon as Zhang Liang's thought arose, Song Qingshi grabbed his right foot and threw him out.

Zhang Liang slammed into a big tree, and the sharp pain in his back made his eyes black and almost out of breath.

"Give me back the sword." Song Qingshi approached step by step, his eyes were full of violence. He swore that when he got the sword, he would tear the villager into eight pieces that had almost broken his family's hopes.

"Phew!" Zhang Liang gave an answer.

Song Qingshi snorted coldly, stretched out his left foot and stepped heavily on Zhang Liang's left wrist through the darkness, accurate and vicious.

"Ah!!h Zhang Liang's painful muscles flared up, and the sound of broken bones clearly spread down his arm to his ears. The long sword in his left hand also let go of it.

Song Qingshi bent down and picked up the ancient sword. At this moment, his mood was agitated.

Finally! After all the setbacks, I, Song Qingshi, still got you!

"Hahahahaha!"

Song Qingshi's indulgent and crazy laughter echoed in the mountains.

Zhang Liang's sweaty face was dead ash. Once again, he was unable to protect his brother.

After Song Qingshi vented his depressed mood for a long time, with a trace of anticipation and trembling, he quickly cut his left palm with a long sword, drenching blood on the sword.

The blood slowly flowed down the smooth blade of the sword, and finally all dripped on the ground, not stopping for half a minute.

Song Qingshi was a little puzzled and tried again. The effect is still the same.

Song Qingshi couldn't believe what was happening. This was completely inconsistent with what Grandpa had told him about what would happen when blood entered the sword soul, and he didn't feel any connection between himself and the sword.

"How could this be!!" Song Qingshi's handsome face distorted, and he shouted loudly in disbelief, "Why is my blood useless!" ”

Zhang Liang didn't know why Song Qingshi became so panicked, but he didn't have to think about it to know that he must have not gotten the result he wanted, and he couldn't help but sneer softly with his trembling lips: "Hehe, God has eyes, and knows that beasts don't have this blessing." ”

Song Qingshi's eyes suddenly turned blood-red when he heard this, his masseter muscles trembled one by one, and his vocal cords became hoarse: "Shut up!" You pariah, bastard! It has to be you, it has to be because of you! You have broken my Song family's plan for ten years, you give me death!! ”

Song Qingshi swung the long sword in his hand in a rage and slammed it down! With a "poof", the sharp ancient sword went straight into Zhang Liang's chest.

Zhang Liang was nailed to the ground, his eyes splitting.

"Ahh Song Qingshi roared like a beast, holding the long sword and still stabbing it downward, venting his unwillingness and resentment.

Slowly, Zhang Liang's expression became very strange.

"I, I seem to know 。。。。。。" Zhang Liang gasped softly and muttered, "What do you want?" ”

Zhang Liang slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time quietly raised his right hand, his palm quietly facing Song Qingshi's chest.

Suddenly, Song Qingshi felt that his hand was empty, and the ancient sword was actually gone.

Just as he was about to get up, a sharp pain came from his chest.

The ancient sword strangely slowly "grew" out of Zhang Liang's palm. At this time, it had already pierced Song Qingshi's chest.

Song Qingshi made a strange sound of "gurgling" in his throat, and lowered his head to look down. This time he finally saw through the darkness.

A moon-white long sword glowing red pierced into his body little by little, and the hilt of the sword was grasped by the lowly villager in front of him at this time.

"I feel like it's in my body, but it's a part of my body." Zhang Liang smiled weakly, smiling very happily, "Isn't it, that's what you want." ”

A hint of realization flashed in Song Qingshi's eyes, but a miserable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that the ancient sword has been stained with your blood.

It turns out that I can't be the owner of this sword for a long time

It turned out that my grandfather tried his best to give me the creation, but I was let down alive.

What Song Qingshi thought of at this time was not the regret of losing this treasure, but the determination and expectation in his grandfather's blood-dripping eyes.

"Ancestor 。。。。。。"

Song Qingshi muttered softly, and his dilated pupils lost the last trace of brilliance.

After a long time, Zhang Liang gritted his teeth and forcefully pushed away Song Qingshi's corpse, which was still hanging on the sword, and staggered to his feet.

Looking at the long sword with red light in his right hand, the feeling of blood blending was so unreal. The sharp pain in his left wrist kept irritating his nerves.

Grass ******, this king's feet are really heavy! Zhang Liang angrily kicked Song Qingshi's corpse. He had no mercy for the murderer.

The breeze blew suddenly, waking Zhang Liang up. Those brothers of their own are still in that place!

Zhang Liang has lost his younger brother, which makes his heart twist. He absolutely could not accept the loss of these playmates who grew up with him again. Gritting his teeth to identify the direction, Zhang Liang slowly touched back according to his vague memories.

After groping for nearly an hour, Zhang Liang finally saw the faint light of the fire. He immediately slowed his steps and crept cautiously into the clearing.

The dog leftovers were still lying on the ground and asleep, which made him feel a little at ease. Zhang Liang was looking at the place where the original monster-like people were.

At a glance, Zhang Liang's heart was about to pop out of his mouth.

This time he didn't see the monster-like old man.

He saw a real monster!

A white snake nearly twenty meters long with a towering upper body!

In the midst of the scarlet land, the white snake suddenly looked at Zhang Liang, and the lantern-sized miserable green snake eyes stared at Zhang Liang.

Where the did this come from!

Zhang Liang felt that he was going crazy.