Chapter 37: Killing
In the oblique stab, the young man rushed and knocked away a Blood Soul Pavilion killer, and at the same time used the iron chain on the handcuffs to entangle the ghost head knife of the leader of the killing team.
He roared like a bloody man, "Hurry up!"
The leader of the extermination team flew up and kicked the boy out of the room, and the boy vomited blood on the spot and passed out.
Long Qiyan saw that the young man did not hesitate to sacrifice his life to save him, but he was seriously injured and fainted, and the anger in his heart became even more intense.
Suddenly, Long Qi violently raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, and the sharp and poignant howl pierced people's eardrums and ear cracks!
His originally childish and innocent face suddenly changed in an instant, as if wearing a mask, Long Qi's face at this moment actually revealed an incomparably fierce, murderous, and savage look, making people almost can't believe that this was once a weak face!
With the sound of cracking silk into the clouds, Long Qi quickly shook his body, and with a touch on his chest, the swarthy sword that was as dark as ink, flashing with a cold air, suddenly swung and slashed at the same time like a scythe of death.
In an instant, a slippery, piece by piece, condensed tangible ethereal black sword shadow, with a trace of scarlet gas, burst out in all directions, between the heavens, the earth and the universe, full of terrifying black shadows and blood, layer upon layer of flashing and dancing, the air seemed to be unable to withstand the squeezing, collapsed in the dark roar, and scattered towards the four fields!
At this moment, as far as the eye can see, there are only countless black nightmares, which make people's hearts shrink suddenly, and they can no longer breathe.
"This, this is ...... A sword!"
The leader of the extermination team was frightened, and blurted out in shock, he couldn't believe that this disappearance for two hundred years only existed in people's legends, and it belonged to a generation of 'peeping into the sky' The owner of the building Xuanyuan was proud to shock the world, and the sword of the weeping ghost god actually appeared in front of his eyes!
Coincidentally, the leader of the killing team and more than ten other Blood Soul Pavilion killers jumped into four corners, adopted the technique of joining forces to attack, and faced the gangsters in the sword array, killing all the moves!
When he landed, the sword light flickered, and countless cold and electric cold rays staggered and shuttled in the air, flying vertically and horizontally.
The Blood Soul Pavilion killers teamed up with the sword net they had formed, and with the low number of "Xiu Xiu!" in the sky, they met Long Qi's pitch-black sword of slaughter.
The net of swords flashes like a silver snake, like a thunder god electric spear throwing, and the sword of slaughter ends like a black curtain that covers the sky and the sun!
The silver net and the black curtain touched in an instant, mercilessly vying to cut through the space.
So "bang!" and the strong wind clashed and the muffled sound was low.
A terrible and mournful scream suddenly sounded, overshadowing the roar of the intertwined blades!
The two sides of contact, like exploding fireworks, split into different directions and sprayed high into the air.
Blood, like a sudden shower, with the arc of the falling body, bit by bit, mixed with the autumn rain sprinkled on the wasteland green grass, mixed with splashing into a dazzling bright red!
More than a dozen individuals, several directions, endless banging!
Time stopped at the moment when everyone fell, and only the blood from the human body still flowed into the damp grass spontaneously, leaving a cloud of dark red blood stains...... The sky is darker, the autumn rain is more urgent, and the desolation is refreshing with a chill. The blood was already washed away by the blood, and it was flowing downward. The bloody aura that filled the air drifted away with the wind, attracting several strange beasts foraging in the barren mountains.
For a long time, it seemed to be sure that there were no more living people on the meadow, and the greedy beast moved forward vigilantly with a hungry light in its eyes.
Suddenly the dead are resurrected!
A corpse suddenly reached out, and suddenly, black light flashed, and the body of a bloodthirsty mountain beaver who had no time to escape separated!
I saw the bloodthirsty beaver with its head separated, its body and limbs kicked violently, and when it landed, the dry grass and mud splashed everywhere.
There was a frenzied struggle, as abrupt as the resurrection of the dead, and the body of the bloodthirsty mountain beaver gradually stopped twitching, and the withered grass and mud fell to the ground. The moor is quiet again.
Long Qi squirmed and struggled to get up on the ground, his body covered with countless interlaced sword marks.
As if he was being pulled by a scabbed wound, he slowly sat up on the damp grass with a frown, and in his right hand he held the inky black sword of slaughter, which seemed to merge with the night, and its presence was not felt in the darkness.
Long Qi sighed lightly, looked at the injured body, and couldn't help but think of Grandpa Xuanyuan's words, "Although you have a strange body protection, you may not be able to withstand the sharp blade!"
With a wry smile on his face, he glanced around, and then squinted at the bloodthirsty beaver beside him who had lost his breath, and muttered sadly: "Alas~~ People are in danger and are bullied by beasts, I have fallen into such a realm, even you, a little cat beast, dare to bully the door?"
After resting for a long time, Long Qi finally struggled to get up as lazily as he could, holding his sword and dragging his staggering steps towards the unconscious boy.
When he passed by the corpse of the killer of the Blood Soul Pavilion, Long Qi's chest trembled, his heart was full of suppressed panic, his stomach was churning, and he retched again and again. Long Qi, who is pure and kind-hearted, used to feel uneasy about killing a poultry, but now he has killed more than a dozen people at once, and he is extremely uncomfortable.
Finally, Long Qi, who was moving with difficulty, came to the young man's side, sat down on the sand with a muffled voice, and kept his eyes wandering around his body to check his injuries.
After a long time, Xiao Longqi showed a reassuring smile, wiped his right hand on his chest, the sword in his hand disappeared, and then wiped his palm, a large dark green lotus leaf exuding a strange fragrance appeared, and he pinched the unconscious young man's closed teeth, and put the lotus leaf into the young man's mouth.
Then, Long Qi raised his head and squinted his eyes, glancing at the bright moon that the rain had stopped and the clouds had dispersed, revealing it, he only felt that between his breaths, there was a cold and moist fresh breath, and the scars on his body were throbbing with his heartbeat.
Licking his lips that were dry from blood loss, Long Qi simply took off his broken and bloody shirt.
The shirt faded, Long Qi's neck revealed a black necklace hanging a piece of jasper, the jade is oval, two eyes are carved on both sides, lifelike, ready to come out, a tower surrounded by auspicious clouds in the middle, the top of the tower is tied to a jade ball, all are light green, looking at the moonlight, there is a white tiger with ribs and wings looming in the ball, and below the ball, there are sixteen ancient seal characters; ”
This jade pendant is a gift from Xuanyuan to Long Qi. It was he who accidentally obtained a strange object, and the tower in the jade pendant was divided into nine floors. Each floor is a separate storage space that can be connected with psychic power.
I don't know what else is mysterious about this jade pendant, but it is a good object for storing and taking things. One of the applications of Long Qi is placed in the space of the first floor, and how big is the first floor, because Long Qi's spiritual power is too weak, and he can't get a glimpse of the whole leopard for the time being. The first floor was unknown, and he didn't know anything about the eight floors on it.