Tang Chuqing understood this sentence very well, so he didn't say anything more, just stretched out his hand and grabbed a wooden flat pole next to him leaning against the corner of the wall.

This pole was used by a porter to carry something from a small boat in the river to the shore, and it was discarded in this corner at random.

Tang Chuqing grabbed the slightly damp wooden pole, and the soul power precipitated sharply from between his palms and fingers, rubbing the surface of the pole, and the heat generated made the pole burn quickly.

And he took the burning pole and burned it on his severed arm.

Puffs of green smoke accompanied by the sound of Ziz poured out from the wound on his severed arm.

With this method, he will at least be able to seal his wound better, and when he uses his soul power violently, there will be less blood coming out of the wound.

Neither Shen Tu Nian nor the white-clothed swordsman stopped Tang Chuqing's move.

When Tang Chuqing put down the flat burden in his hand, the white-clothed swordsman looked at him, bowed his head slightly, and then took out his sword.

In the rainy night, a grand sword roar suddenly sounded, and a thin pale green sword appeared in front of the white-clothed swordsman at some point, and flew towards Tang Chuqing like lightning!

The moment this sword appeared in front of the white-clothed swordsman, all the raindrops between the white-clothed swordsman and Tang Chuqing were all shot towards Tang Chuqing by the power brought by this sword when it was activated.

These small drops of transparent raindrops were also stretched slender in the rapid flight, and they were also like a small transparent sword with a handle.

All these thousands of transparent little swords, a few feet away from Tang Chuqing's body, encountered an invisible wall, all of which shattered and turned into finer particles.

In front of Tang Chuqing, a white wall of fog appeared.

The pale green thin sword of the white-clothed swordsman pierced through the white fog wall.

Tang Chuqing's pupils shrank, and the small sword like an iron ruler suspended in front of him flew out with a clear groan, and then accelerated, but it became faster than the pale green thin sword of the white-clothed swordsman, and with a "dang" sound, he accurately caught the trajectory of the pale green thin sword, and slashed fiercely in the middle of the pale green thin sword.

Tang Chuqing's body was shocked.

The body of the white-clothed swordsman also shook, and two pits appeared in the mud under his feet.

He looked at the several wounds that had been cracked on Tang Chuqing's broken arm, and watched the scorched black reveal bright red again, and sighed softly: "What a quick Heavenly Sword." ”

Tang Chuqing's sword looked like a crude sword fetus, but when used for imperial swords, it was naturally much faster than ordinary flying swords.

During the battle of the Falling Star Tomb, Dean Zhang saw this sword in the hands of a certain Yunqin cultivator, and when he found the power of this sword, he said in surprise, "I didn't expect this sword that looked so ugly to be so powerful... , a good cow pen, simply call Yitian Sword to win. ”

At that time, no one in the Falling Star Mausoleum knew what Dean Zhang meant by the Good Ox Pen and the Heavenly Sword.

But since he said so, everyone called the sword the Heavenly Sword.

The first Yun Qin cultivator who had this sword died in the battle of the Falling Star Tomb, and then a strong man of Qingluan Academy who followed Dean Zhang used this sword to guard the north wall of the Falling Star Tomb, killing a river of blood, and the strong man of Qingluan Academy finally died in battle, but this sword was also remembered by many Yun Qin and Da Mang cultivators who participated in this battle at that time.

This small sword, which Dean Zhang jokingly called the Heavenly Sword, also carries the unforgettable memories of this white-clothed swordsman when he was young.

His pale green sword had several deep runes on its body.

At the same time as he sighed softly, the gap between these several runes suddenly widened, and this pale green thin sword broke down along these runes, turning into seven.

A thin sword turned into seven thinner sword pieces, pale green and almost transparent.

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In this world, no one can use more than two flying swords at the same time, because at a certain moment, a person cannot have two completely different thoughts, and a person's spirit can only be concentrated at a certain point, unable to perceive the runes of the two swords at the same time, and walk along the runes of these two swords with the precision of soul power.

Spirit and will merge into one sword, and to use another sword, one must loosen the previous one.

The real swords and fake swords of Han Xuzi, the first swordsman of Tang Tibet, are based on this principle.

In this world, only Han Xuzi can complete the switch without showing his tracks in such a short period of time, so that opponents of the same level have no time to react.

Mr. Jun, the owner of Da Mang Sword Zhai, naturally can't command seven flying swords at the same time.

But his seven sword pieces are not seven flying swords, but still one flying sword.

The previous textures weren't the sword's runes.

These seven thin sword pieces themselves are the seven runes of this sword.

The soul power of the white-shirted swordsman penetrated into these seven thin sword pieces, and his mind only hit one place at the same time, but these seven sword pieces affected each other, but they were flying messily, just like the seven people were attacking Tang Chuqing at the same time, forming a sword formation where flying swords and flying swords would not collide with each other.

These seven sword pieces have their own trajectory in the air, such as extending runes in the air, but these seven extremely sharp sword pieces naturally have the same damage for cultivators, as long as they are entered by a sword piece, it is enough to be fatal.

This is a sword that is a hundred times more wonderful than Han Xuzi's real and fake swords.

If characters like Ni Henian and He Baihe saw such a sword with their own eyes, they would definitely feel amazing.

Faced with this kind of sword momentum that obviously stabbed at his chest, but the seven sword pieces would stab all over his body in various routes, Tang Chuqing's face became even paler, the five fingers of his right hand trembled, and the small sword of Yitian roared and rotated around his body, only to see a spark splashing around, and in an instant, he didn't know how many times he had struck with the seven sword pieces!

The speed of Yitian Xiaojian far exceeded that of ordinary flying swords, facing the threat of death at this moment, Tang Chuqing, with the support of strong fighting spirit, also exceeded the limit of the past, his flying sword, rotating close to his body, forming an iron curtain, actually blocking all the sword pieces that attacked him.

However, after all, he could only block all the sword slices that damaged him the most, but he couldn't completely block all the flying sword slices.

It's just that at this moment, there are countless more openings on his body, although these wounds are not deep into the flesh, but at this moment, when he invokes his soul power more sharply, blood keeps oozing out of these wounds, and he becomes a bloody bloody person.

The white-shirted swordsman's face was calm, and the seven sword pieces were still flying at high speed in the rainy night, emitting various whistles, and Tang Chuqing's flying sword kept slashing, striking a sharp sound that made the scalp tingle.

The blood on Tang Chuqing's body flowed even more, and the blood droplets were shattered by the sword blades and melted into the surrounding white mist, like blood-red dandelions blooming.

At this moment, the footsteps and shouts of many famous Yun Qin soldiers sounded.

Dozens of arrows fell fiercely towards the white-shirted swordsman.

The white-shirted swordsman did not move.

There was Shen Tu Nian beside him.

Shen Tunian, who is the president of this army, is beside him at the moment, like a close attendant.

When dozens of arrows fell in front of him and were still five or six meters away, they completely burned, and the feathers and shafts of the arrows were quickly burned to ashes, and the unbalanced cluster of arrows was easily shaken away by the hot breath gushing out of his body.

The eyes of dozens of Yun Qin soldiers who arrived at the first time froze at the same time.

They could rush towards the other party's two holy masters without fear of life and death, but all of them knew that Tang Chuqing was afraid that he would die soon, and they rushed forward to change this result at all.

At this moment, many real silver-white dandelion flowers fell from the sky.

Tiny metal dandelion flowers that can be blown by the wind and float in the air.

These metal dandelion flowers are very light, and there is no obstacle to the flying sword itself flying in the air, but it is like countless runes, cutting and absorbing the soul power in the air.

The brilliance on the seven sword blades of the white-clothed swordsman dimmed at the same time.

However, the white-clothed swordsman knew very well who such an anomaly represented, he calmly stretched out his hand, and the seven sword pieces quickly merged into one sword and flew back in front of him.

A middle-aged man wearing dark cyan thin armor and carrying a flat iron box about the size of his body jumped out quickly from behind dozens of Yun Qin soldiers, stopping these dozens of Yun Qin soldiers from moving forward.

The iron box on his body was very peculiar, full of holes, and it seemed to contain many things, but none of them fell out.

In addition to this iron box, there are also many metal pipes on his arms and legs, as well as square flat boxes and round long cylinders.

This makes him more like a cyborg than those heavily armored sergeants.

His nickname in this world is the Golden Iron Man.

He is Chu Yehan, one of the several master craftsmen with the highest skill in making soul weapons in the entire Yunqin Empire.

Moreover, he is also the one who knows how to fight the most among these great craftsmen.

As soon as Chu Yehan appeared, Shen Tu Nian began to move forward.

But he stopped again.

Because at this moment, a faint yellow light appeared in the dark night sky.

He tilted his head.

Many flames appeared on the Purgatory Mountain Divine Robe on his body, and these flames flew and spread from his body.

The air became scorching, forming a rising air current, sweeping away the countless metal dandelions cast by Chu Yehan, and instead blew towards that faint yellow light.

A nervous look flashed in Chu Yehan's eyes, but he didn't stop at all, walked to Tang Chuqing's side, skillfully took out a bottle of ointment and a roll of gauze, and quickly helped Tang Chuqing bandage the wounds on his body.

In the middle of the sky, white snowflakes suddenly fell.

The white snowflakes made the hot air cold, and the metal dandelions fell again.

The Shenmu Flying Crane descended from the goose feather snow, descended, and landed beside Chu Yehan and Tang Chuqing.

Shen Tu Nian looked at the fallen Shenmu Flying Crane, looked at the people on the Shenmu Flying Crane, and laughed.

For the first time since the siege, he laughed. (To be continued)