readx;? Chapter 167

Rumble!

A violent roar sounded, and the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed, and when the three-color lotus seal between Ming Suchen's eyebrows erupted with a bewitching three-color light, the terrifying power was displayed to the extreme. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As the sky trembled, the terrifying power of the two forces collided together, and the power reached the extreme.

Bang!

The resistance of the Blood Shadow Guards was a little difficult at this time, and after the air was squeezed into bursts of air, it was finally shattered.

After the impact swept away, it actually dispersed them, and suddenly 'bang bang' shattered, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Ming Suchen was also shocked back by this terrifying power, and his sleeves were torn to pieces, looking quite embarrassed.

At the same time, the three-color imprint between Ming Suchen's eyebrows also disappeared in an instant, and his breath all withered, causing him to feel that his body was being emptied.

And the Blood Shadow Secret Guards, who were less than ten left, also suffered heavy casualties, and for them, no matter when they exercised their mission, they were not so miserably defeated.

This has been a heavy blow to these groups, who have always considered themselves to be the most elite of the Red Blood D-Days.

This kind of blow is like being beaten into a dark valley from the peak of life, and this ups and downs is really hurtful.

However, even if they were defeated miserably, they never had the idea of evacuating again, and when they came to their senses and stood up straight, they looked at Ming Suchen with murderous intent.

Feeling this killing intent of a desperate battle, Ming Suchen smiled, but this smile was very bleak.

Although Ming Suchen did not despise these Blood Shadow Secret Guards, because they were very strong and had a large number of people, he also thought that he could persist until now, killing so many Blood Shadow Secret Guards who were all at the level of the Primal Yuan Zhao Realm, which was already very good.

However, it is really embarrassing to be dragged to death by these killing tools.

Because Ming Suchen had already felt that his inner yuan was exhausted, and he was weak, even if he wanted to fight, he didn't have the strength to fight again.

One's eyes are bigger than one's stomach.!

"Whew!"

The next moment, those Blood Shadow Guards who also looked extremely embarrassed all rushed over, and their blades emitted a chilling cold light.

Ming Suchen sneered desolately, unable to fight again, and was ready to accept the moment of death.

Because he felt that death had called upon him.

"Whoa!"

Just when the moment when Ming Suchen was accepting death, a fierce sword aura instantly swept through the space and broke through the air.

That extreme cutting speed caused those blood shadow guards to fly their heads in an instant the moment they rushed in, and the first level was like a rolling melon falling to the ground, and the blood yrtle like a fountain at the cutting place irrigated the ground.

The movements of these Blood Shadow Guards instantly froze at this moment, and at the moment when a strong wind hit, they all fell to the ground with a bang.

For this sudden scene, it also made the name Suchen's face look stunned, and looked in the direction of the sword rhythm that was issued just now, only to see a young man in a silver-white robe instantly appear in the atmosphere of falling leaves in the sky.

"The sound of the deciduous maple knows the spring and autumn, the young man is sharp, the qi is vertical and horizontal, and a sword volley shocks the nine skies!"

A loud poem sounded, and the man in the silver-white robe was slowly approaching, with one hand behind him, and the robe danced and fluttered in the wind, with extraordinary momentum.

He naturally threw the sword in his hand and threw it behind him, and just as the sword was about to hit the ground, a gray sword pocket appeared, and the sword he threw out was contained in it.

Carrying the sword was a child who looked to be under ten years old, panting and looking at the man in front of him with a resentful expression.

"Friend, it's not good to be born like this, people are alive, they want to die heavier than Mount Tai, die vigorously, how can they die in a deserted land?"

When the man walked into Ming Suchen, his every move was so chic and natural, and he had a strong affinity.

When Ming Suchen heard the man's words, he said very politely: "Thank you brother Tai for your help, I am not very grateful to Ming Suchen." ”

"People in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves, it's normal to have difficulties, it's just a matter of effort, don't take it to heart, I also smelled the fragrance of your sword and rushed here." The man said very lightly: "Swordsman, I feel that your swordsmanship is superb, and I am very interested in you, forget it today, and when you are in good shape, I will discuss swordsmanship with you." ”

When Ming Suchen heard this, he smiled lightly and said: "How dare you, dare to ask Brother Taizun's surname, the grace of saving his life will definitely be reciprocated!"

"There is no need to repay the favor, I am just a loose sword cultivator who wanders the rivers and lakes, travels the heavens and the earth, and the vast gods, and you can learn swordsmanship with me, which is the greatest reward for me. The man said lightly: "In the falling leaves know Qiu Feng Shaoling." ”

When Ming Suchen heard this, he smiled and said, "Brother Feng is a leisurely and free swordsman!"

"Seeing your outfit, you must be a disciple of the Sword Sect of the First Sword Cultivation Sect of the Heavenly Empire, how could you be surrounded and suppressed by this group of people who are full of blood?" Feng Shaoling looked at Ming Suchen's clothes as he spoke, and he knew what sect and sect Ming Suchen came from.

And the fame of the Sword Sect is obviously not small in the territory of the Midsummer Dynasty.

"It's hard to put into words...."Ming Suchen sighed and said.

"Since that's the case, then needless to say, I'm not interested in this kind of dusty thing, let's discuss the mysteries of swordsmanship!" Feng Shaoling said, and said to the famous Su Chen: "Take you to a place!"

"Uh, okay!" Ming Suchen was stunned for a moment, but quickly nodded in agreement.

"I said Feng Shaoling, can you consider my feelings as a minor? You are relaxed, let me do all the heavy work and light work, I want the world to condemn you for this despicable behavior of abusing children. ”

Just as Feng Shaoling was walking with Ming Suchen, the child with a heavy sword pocket behind him said with a look of displeasure.

Hearing this, Feng Shaoling paused, turned his head to look at the child in a green linen shirt, and said: "Chasing the wind, I am exercising your physical strength and willpower, you should give me the virtue of gratitude, so run!

"You go away, you abuse me like this, and let me thank you, how can there be such an unfair thing!" the boy said angrily when he heard this.

When Ming Suchen saw the two ** arguing, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, although it seemed that the two of them were arguing like this, and it seemed to be discordant, but Ming Suchen could feel that they were often like this.

This child called chasing the wind must be this Feng Shaoling's sword boy, and Ming Suchen looked at the sword pocket behind this sword boy's back, there were many strangely shaped swords, which could be described as a small hidden sword pavilion.

"Ahem.... It makes me sad to talk like this!" Feng Shaoling handled the complaint of chasing the wind very easily, obviously the latter's complaint was very common.

"Don't come to this set, I don't care, if you continue to do this to me, if you continue to walk, I will strike, I won't do it!" "Chasing the wind seemed to be very angry, although it seemed that it was very easy to carry the heavy sword pocket behind him, but there was an unhappy look on his face, which was very cute.

When Feng Shaoling heard this, he paused, turned his head and said with a mocking smile: "It's really rotten wood that can't be carved, okay, in order to prevent you from carrying a sword pocket and being pressed to a high level, I'll let you rest for a while." ”

"Hmph.... Count you as having a conscience. The young man chasing the wind snorted arrogantly and put down the sword pocket on his back.

Boom!

As soon as the sword pocket on the back of Chasing Wind landed, there was a heavy muffled sound, as if it was a respectful Ding landing, the earth trembled slightly, and the place where the sword pocket landed kicked up smoke and dust, so that the name Suchen almost did not stand.

Chasing the wind didn't seem to feel anything, a relaxed smile appeared on his immature little face, and he rubbed his shoulders with a relieved look.

When Ming Suchen saw this scene, he was shocked, looking at the movement of the sword pocket falling to the ground, he could imagine how heavy the sword pocket was?

The moment of the sword pocket just now gave Su Chen the illusion that he was falling to the ground.

"This ....." Ming Suchen looked at Ming Suchen beside him in surprise, obviously very puzzled.

"Brother Ming seems surprised?" Feng Shaoling looked at Ming Suchen with a puzzled look on his face, and said with a light smile.

It seems that I am accustomed to this kind of surprise from outsiders.

"I'm a person, I don't have any hobbies, I like to collect some good swords, a good sword, can make you gallop in the sword field and be invincible. Feng Shaoling said lightly: "The sword is like a character, what kind of swordsman is suitable for what kind of sword, so when I meet a swordsman who makes me look at it, I will use different swords, and if I can see the sword, I will collect it." ”

"For example, many good swords in the territory of the court today have been collected by me, and my next goal is to get out of the middle summer dynasty, yearn for the Fang realm, yearn for the entire vast divine square, and challenge the world's sword masters. Feng Shaoling said lightly: "And the weight of this sword pocket is already a thousand catties of weight, and with the increase of good swords, it will become heavier." ”

When Ming Suchen heard this, his heart was even more shocked, he didn't expect that this seemingly light sword pocket would have such weight, and from this point it can be imagined that this child named Chasing Wind can be described as a natural divine power.

"Don't do it, don't do it.... You still have to walk to the Boundless Divine World, so wouldn't this sword pocket become heavier and heavier.... I don't do it, this work is not done by people, I want to strike!" "As soon as Chasing Feng heard Feng Shaoling's future goal, he was immediately unhappy, although he didn't think it was very difficult to carry the sword pocket at this time, but who didn't want a relaxed and comfortable life?

Therefore, Chasing the Wind resolutely resisted Feng Shaoling's behavior.

"Ahem.... Chasing the wind boy, you have to be worthy of me to call you like this, even if the burden on your shoulders is heavy, you have to face the wind and go down strongly, like a wind-like boy, isn't that chic and fast?" Feng Shaoling looked at Chasing the Wind without giving him face, first coughed embarrassedly, and then said righteously: "So the wind-like boy, run!