At night, Lin'an, outside the forbidden palace.

Thousands of Tiger Benwei elites scattered in the night.

They formed a tight patrol circle, and hundreds of people, divided into a dozen squads, patrolled back and forth in the night under the leadership of the commander.

But the place of guarding, to be precise, does not belong to the scope of the Forbidden Palace.

It is still five miles away from the Imperial Forbidden Palace, and it is a lively and prosperous neighborhood, but most of the residential shops have been demolished, and the craftsmen of the entire Lin'an have also gathered here.

In half a month, an octagonal Taoist temple was built here, called "Crawling Immortal Temple".

Just by listening to the name, you can know why this temple was built.

The lord of the country personally ordered the construction of a residence for the national teacher, so this temple is extremely exquisite and luxurious, both in terms of exterior construction and interior decoration.

In particular, the main part of the Taoist temple has not yet been completed.

The nine-storey road tower, is more ingenuity, although it is wooden, but the selection of good purple sandalwood, mixed with gold silk nan wood, the repair of the brilliant atmosphere, like a work of art.

Its height is level with the main hall of the Forbidden Palace.

In this feudal era, if this thing was not ordered by the lord of the country, no one would dare to build such a high.

The tower of the temple is not yet finished, and there is still one last floor.

It's not that the craftsmen don't care, but the national teacher asked for the place to be empty first, and it is said that he wanted to invite the things of the immortal family from Penglai Xianshan to be placed in it.

In the view, there are star-lit candles lit at night, which is the craftsmen working in the dark.

There is no bright light source, and I can't do delicate work, so I take advantage of the night to relax and polish some decorations.

From a distance, those fire candles are lit like fireflies in the night, setting off the general appearance of the Taoist temple, and there are dozens of ever-bright lamps in the main hall, making the palace made of white jade shine brightly.

There is already a kind of temperament that is not like the world.

"Dong Lingjun left Lin'an at noon today, escorted by a large team of people and horses, and went to Ningbo."

Three streets away from the Immortal Temple, Hua Qingpan sat on an eamire, holding a folding fan in her hand, looking at the lights.

He said to Liu Zhuoran, who was standing in the night with a sword and a hat by his side:

"There are only a few officials from the Qin Heavenly Prison of the Southern Dynasty left in that Taoist temple, and there are a few Penglai Taoist priests who serve Donglingjun, and no one knows how high the force is.

But I'm going to explore the Immortal Temple at night, and now is the best time. ”

"There is a problem with this Taoist temple."

Liu Zhuoran looked at the brightly lit buildings in the distance, and said:

"Its external shape is exactly the same as the main hall in Penglai Immortal Mountain, but the scale is smaller, and there is that tower, which is completely a copy of the nine-story hall.

You said before that this Taoist temple was built right in the key point of the ancient formation of Lin'an City, and now that you are closer, this immortal temple really has some doorways. ”

Liu Zhuoran pursed his lips and said:

"Do you want to burn it while it's messy?"

“？”

Hua Qing turned his head, his face was full of doubts, and he asked rhetorically:

"What's the use of that?

Zhao Ming made up his mind to win over the people of Penglai, I burned a Walker Immortal Temple, and within a month, another Walker Immortal Temple will be built, do you have to burn it a second time?

Unless the two of us can use a fire to burn down the whole city and completely destroy the Lin'an Ancient Array, the Penglai people's plan cannot be interrupted.

Don't think about it. ”

Hua Qing stood up, he opened the folding fan with a snort, and said to Liu Zhuoran:

"The plan of the moment is to either kill Zhao Ming and let the source point of Lin'an Dragon Qi collapse.

Either kill Dong Lingjun and no one presides over the formation, and the dragon qi gathered together cannot be used for other purposes.

What's more, even if the ancient formation was reopened, it would take at least a year or two for the collapsed dragon qi to gather to a considerable amount.

I'll go in in and get attention. ”

In the night breeze, Hua Qing pointed to the unfinished tower and said:

"Except for the Forbidden Palace, the dragon qi gathers the most, and in that position, you go there to search and find the things that are suppressed.

That thing can gather dragon qi, it must be extraordinary, take it away from Lin'an, maybe it will be able to lead Donglingjun to Taihang. ”

After speaking, Hua Qing jumped up from the eaves, her figure blending into the night, and jumped over the tiger guards patrolling below, without making a sound.

These forbidden armies guarding the lord of the country are easy to fight and decide, and their frontal combat effectiveness is very strong.

But the battle spirit was more than sharp, and the sensitivity was insufficient, and it could not make their perception more keen.

It is more than enough to deal with ordinary Jianghu guests, but in the face of Huaqing, a master like Liu Zhuoran is a little worse.

But if the two of them were surrounded by a huge number of tiger army, it would be too difficult to kill them from these battle-ridden soldiers.

Hua Qing jumped into the Immortal Temple, first entered the nine-story Dao Tower, held a folding fan, and restrained the soldiers defending the middle and lower layers of the tower in a row, just like the best assassin.

But when he reached the fifth floor, he encountered a difficult opponent.

Three people wearing Penglai Taoist clothes found out about his whereabouts, so they rushed up to kill, and without saying much, they wanted to kill him on the spot, Hua Qing jumped out of the wooden building, danced with a flying sickle in his hand, and fought with the three people.

Taking this opportunity, Liu Zhuoran, who followed him, rushed into the tower, climbed the mountain like a spirit ape, all the way up, and within a dozen breaths, he reached the highest point of the wooden building.

Liu Zhuoran landed on the wooden building and stood up straight, where the sound of fighting could be heard below, as well as the sound of alarmed soldiers running in all directions.

Hua Qing's side can't hold on for too long, and it must be resolved quickly.

In front of Liu Zhuoran's eyes, in the center of the ninth floor of the unfinished Dao Tower, there is a stone gossip-shaped stone platform, some of which cannot be seen.

But the special aura that can be felt is gathering on the stone platform from all directions.

Lifting an object in the air, in the invisible wind, there are bursts of clear sound entangled, like the wind blowing bells.

"It's you."

A hint of nostalgia flashed in Wujian's eyes.

He recognized the dragon aura in front of him.

Ling Xuan Sword.

To be precise, the broken Ling Xuan Sword.

This immortal sword is broken from the center, the sharp sword body is less than two feet left, the fracture level is uneven, the front end of the sword blade, more than a dozen pieces of broken sword body, suspended in a volley posture.

There seems to be something invisible connected to each of the fragments, leaving it largely intact.

But the splinters vibrated and made the sword grow a few inches out of thin air, which looked quite weird.

This important place is unguarded and does not need to be guarded.

Dong Lingjun put the spirit sword in Lin'an, and went to Ningbo by himself, not without wisdom, this sword since Dong Lingjun woke up, its hidden spirit rhyme has been stimulated.

Although it is broken and broken, it does not need mortals to support it.

It has the ability to protect itself.

Liu Zhuoran took a step forward, and the Ling Xuan Sword suspended on the stone platform let out a sharp hiss, like a bird of prey waking up.

The shattered sword body broke away from the stone platform, like the deadliest hidden weapon, and flew towards Liu Zhuoran.

"Smack"

The swordless figure retreated three feet, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and several flying blades were swept out by this sword.

The hat on his head was also cut smoothly by the sharp sword qi, turned into three petals, and smashed under his feet.

Liu Zhuoran, who was disheveled, held his sword upside down, stood up straight, he looked at the Ling Xuan Immortal Sword that was buzzing in front of him, and said:

"We've been together for so many years, but after less than a year of separation, they don't recognize me? Why didn't I find out before, you're so unbehaved? ”

His words seemed to be perceived by Ling Xujian.

The sword dangled in the air on the stone platform, aiming the blade at Liu Zhuoran, and the shattered sword body spread out, flying like a storm in the land of the nine-story tower.

It's like a provocation.

"Bell"

The long sword in Liu Zhuoran's hand stabbed outward, and the three sharp blades that flew towards him were knocked out by the sharp Canglan True Qi, and the sword wind of the broken blade was stirred by this blow, and it turned faster.

"You have protected the old ghost for thousands of years and occupied my master's body."

Wujian put on the starting hand of Ling Xu's swordsmanship, and he said to the broken spirit sword that was humming endlessly in front of him:

"I took your evil sword tonight, and then I went to kill the old ghost another day.

Just think it is, my resignation to Penglai! ”

"Huh"

One man, one sword.

In the next moment, the attack was in one place, the sword aura was rampant, and the cold blade danced wildly.

"Bang"

Above the wooden building, as if it had exploded, the entire roof of the nine-story Dao Pagoda was blown apart, and outside the Dao Tower, on a high platform paved with green jade.

Hua Qing glanced back at the wooden tower, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

The situation over there doesn't seem to be any easier than on your side.

"Bell, bell"

With two soft sounds, the flying sickle golden cicada that flew out of the green sleeves hit the two stabbing blades in front of and behind him, and the force was one light and one heavy.

The swordsman in front of him was repulsed, and the scythe swirled, wrapping around the blade of the longsword behind him.

The man wanted to withdraw his blade, but was pulled by Hua Qing's wrist, and the cyan true qi was spinning rapidly, as if there were all kinds of force pulling, making the man's body out of control, and dragging him towards Hua Qing's direction.

The four figures flickered, and in the blink of an eye, a palm wrapped in cyan air flowed into the chest of the Penglai Taoist priest who had lost his blade.

The long sleeves are flying, and they are closed at the touch of a dragonfly, like a dragonfly dotting water.

But the moment the palm struck his chest, he saw that the man's sternum collapsed, as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram, and blood spurted wildly, causing him to smash to the ground.

He was stepped on by Hua Qing's left foot, like a needle pricking a cicada, nailed to the ground.

"Help me!"

The man shouted, and the remaining two joined forces to attack, wanting to save their companions from the hands of this Kunlun prince.

A streamer flashed in the eyes of the two of them, and the true qi in their bodies skyrocketed, turning into a strange force, like a sword qi stabbing out.

But this immortal secret technique, which specializes in divine souls, hit Hua Qing, but it was like a mud cow entering water, and it had no effect.

They only had time to see a sneer flashing on Hua Qing's smiling face, and her left foot slammed into it like a war hammer, sinking three inches.

"Poof"

It's like crushing a water bladder, blood splashing out, staining the white Confucian shirt on the blue with a little blood, like a picture of the night moon and cold plums.

Hua Qing easily took out one.

The flying sickles in his hands hung down like two small lanterns, hanging by his side, and he could see that there were already tiger guards rushing into the immortal temple behind him.

But he didn't panic, but tilted his head and looked at the two Penglai Taoist priests in front of him with stunned faces.

The narrowed eyes were full of disgust.

It's like seeing the dirtiest thing in the world.

"Haha, if I had attacked with a sword just now, I would have to be in a hurry.

But waste is like this, after learning a few new tricks, you can't wait to use them, just like a child who has a new toy, wants to show off, for fear that others will not know. ”

Hua Qing said sarcastically:

"The Divine Soul Attack is really powerful.

Ordinary warriors, who do not cultivate souls, and are hit once by you garbage who borrowed corpses to return their souls, will have delusional thoughts and be traumatized.

In serious cases, it is possible to be directly scared to death.

It's a pity, I've seen all kinds of methods of the immortal family, and the cultivation of your two divine souls is too poor, right?

How many years have you done? ”

was so provoked by Hua Qing, the remaining two looked at each other, and they didn't use the weird secret technique, each holding a long sword, and attacked Hua Qing.

These two people are quite good at martial arts, and they have made up their minds to entangle the strange son in front of them, and when Hu Benwei kills him, even if he has all kinds of wonderful methods, he will die under the chaotic knife.

But the moment they started, Hua Qing put away the flying sickle in her left hand and pointed it as a sword, pressing it against the middle of her forehead, and her eyes were closed.

In the next moment, there was the power of the divine soul, breaking out of the body.

"Banmen get an axe! When you see the true monarch, don't bow down! ”

"Get on your knees!"

Screaming, the heavy force turned into two heavy hammers, and hammered the two Penglai hearts and souls in front of him, the force was so great that he almost wanted to blast out the soul of this person's body.

The sharp sword moves of these two people instantly stiffened, and their bodies remained in a state of rushing forward, but they were powerless to manipulate for a while, so they could only let the force push their bodies and stagger forward.

One left and one right, really knelt down in front of Hua Qing.

The two of them seemed to have unprovoked nightmares in front of them, delusions, and traumatic souls.

If the body is locked, do not move.

"Huh"

Hua Qing waved her left hand, and the two-foot soft sword wrapped around her waist was like a spirit snake coming out of the nest, and the cyan air flow wrapped around the sword body, making the whip-like two-foot soft sword straight.

Sword shot, invite the moon to pick up the stars.

It is like lightning and flint, which can be collected in an instant.

Everywhere the blade reached, it was like scraping the bones, and the sword swept by.

Within seven feet, everything is cut off.

Blood splattered, and two human heads rose into the sky, like rolling off a ball, rolling down the high jade steps, and the headless corpse kneeling in front of him shook a few times and smashed to the ground.

It's like being thrown into a storm of blades, and there is no good meat left on the corpse.

The flesh is blurred, as if it had been skinned and torn apart.

"Smack"

Liu Zhuoran, who fell from a height, borrowed strength on the second floor of the wooden building once, fell behind Hua Qing, stumbled when he landed, and almost fell to the ground.

Hua Qing's face is also pale, as if she is out of strength.

He rubbed his aching forehead vigorously and glanced back.

"You got into a fight with a few female monsters?"

He looked at Liu Zhuoran, who was injured all over his body, his hair was scattered, he was embarrassed, and he was almost a bloody man, and he said with a strange look in his eyes:

"How did this happen?"

"I met an 'old man' and chatted with him."

Liu Zhuoran raised the burden in his hand and made a tinkling sound, and he said to Hua Qing:

"The conversation was too enthusiastic, a little too hard, but I finally persuaded it to go to Taihang with me. What's the matter with you?

The face is so bad, is it a sudden illness? ”

"I saw a few of them learn secret arts, but they can't learn them at home."

Hua Qing shook her body, pointed to the three corpses behind her, and said:

"I 'guided' for a while."

"Let's stop bragging."

Liu Zhuoran laughed, wiped the blood on his face, glanced at the tiger guards who were approaching from all sides, and said:

"If you don't leave, you'll be left to drink tea and eat supper."

"Let's go, then."

Hua Qing flew a step forward, but fell to the ground suddenly, and was helped up by Liu Zhuoran, looking at Liu Zhuoran's strange gaze, Hua Qing pursed her lips and said:

"I pushed too hard, and my feet were a little soft.

You are not allowed to talk nonsense about this matter, lest it ruin my reputation as a playboy. ”

"Don't worry."

Liu Zhuoran picked up the cyan on his back, glanced back, and said:

"One person fights three masters alone, and kills in the gap, who dares to laugh at you? The means you have to hide are endless, and it's amazing.

You tell me honestly, you want to kill me, how many swords do you need? ”

"If you give up your life..."

In the night, Hua Qing closed her eyes tiredly, and said as if she was asleep:

"Under the heavenly list, a sword is enough."