The remnants of the flowers are like blood, and the Mokomanzhu Sahua is more bright red than blood, and it looks particularly strange under the scorching sun at noon.

In the entire medicine field, countless herbs immediately decayed and withered when they came into contact with the bright red flowers, but the bright red flowers were really absorbing nutrients and were thriving.

Cheng Dian holds the ground with his hands, and at this moment, this flower field is her world.

"There will be a receiver in Jiangnan?!"

Qing Fuxian no longer had the same composure as he had been, and the peachwood sword in his hand waved repeatedly, and the Eight Views Divine Sword that was originally shrouded in him shot towards Cheng Qing, bringing a terrifying yin wind.

"Xu Yue, hurry up and protect the eldest lady, she is the key!"

Although he didn't understand what the problem was, seeing Qing Fuxian's appearance, Wei Zigeng decided that Cheng Qing's ability would definitely affect him.

Sure enough, the Yin Soul that had already crawled out of the crack in Fang Yuan was rushing towards the direction of the spirit position engraved with his name, but the moment their unwarranted legs touched the Mokoman Zhu Shahua, the mutilated Yin Soul body was actually preserved, and they quickly gained some sanity.

The ghosts stopped one by one, looking blankly at the Fang Yuan Da Jiao behind them and the old and weak women and children who fell in the Da Jiao.

At this moment, they remembered what they had done before, and it was not only the innocent people who were bewitched, but also those souls who had no place to live.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sound of ghost cries lingered in the sky above Fuling Village, lightning and thunder, countless passing travelers and Hanmen scholars who were on a study tour were suddenly frightened and shivered after hearing this ghost cry.

"The son is silent, the strange power is chaotic, the way of a gentleman, you can't be reckless......"

Accompanied by a sentence of the moral articles of the holy master read out from the mouth of a young and down-to-earth reader, under the flow of the breeze, the distracting thoughts in the hearts of the young down-and-out readers were swept away, and the heroic spirit filled nearly half of the official post, and the businessmen and travelers were all clear-minded.

The scholar squatting in the corner, slightly chubby, wearing a cyan robe with white shampooing, patched one by one, and extremely depressed.

He held an inferior brush in one hand and a sheepskin-faced pamphlet in the other, sometimes frowning, tapping his head with the barrel of the pen, sometimes feeling something, lifting the pen and writing, and smiling with a simple smile.

When the classmates on the side saw him like this, they stepped forward and joked:

"Brother Hanlin, your travelogue hasn't been written yet, you are sixteen years old this year, and you don't want to shine on the lintel, but only think about these unpopular words in this travelogue? The imperial examination is not based on these to be able to get high school. ”

For the disdain of his classmates on the side, the chubby reader also said with a simple smile:

"I don't have any big ideals in my life, I just want to write down everything I have seen and heard along the way, and I can tell my parents when I return home."

His words drew laughter from a crowd of scholars and merchants, and the man who had made fun of him laughed for a moment before he said:

"Good sons and gentlemen are ambitious in all directions, you, rotten wood can't be carved, rotten wood can't be carved!"

The chubby reader is not annoyed, as always honest, but his expression is a little aggrieved:

"However, my mother told me that ordinary is true."

There was another burst of laughter, and everyone was bored, so they dispersed in twos and threes, while the chubby scholar continued to record what he had seen and heard along the way.

"Dad, you told me to read more than 10,000 books, and I wrote like a god, but my mother told me that it is better to travel 10,000 miles than to read 10,000 books. The child didn't know which of you was more reasonable, so the child decided to come out on his own, reading and traveling thousands of miles at the same time. When I return home, I will tell you the stories in this booklet for three days and three nights. ”

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, the chubby scholar hurriedly put away the parchment booklet, stood up and walked outside the inn.

The cover of the parchment booklet was neatly written in six words: "Four Seasons Evergreen Travels"

"Hey, Brother Hanlin, where are you going?"

The chubby reader smiled and said:

"Don't wait for me, I'll look for the thunder."

After speaking, he left the post house without looking back and headed in the direction of Fuling Village.

The moment the door was opened, the breeze between heaven and earth was blowing, and all evils were avoided.

Readers, a little heroic spirit, thousands of miles of fast wind.

And the swordsman, how?

It should be a happy sword, thousands of miles of frost and cold!

In Qing Fuxian, he went towards Cheng Qing with all his might, but Wei Zigeng stepped on the green brick ground, and his legs suddenly exerted force, stepping out of the two deep pits on the green brick ground, and the whole person disappeared.

The next moment, a cold long sword appeared on the right side of Qing Fu Xian, that sword was featureless, and it could even be described as shabby and rusty.

But in the eyes of Qing Fuxian, it was as if a mountain seal was smashing towards him.

When he was close at hand, Qingfu Xianbai Zhenliu bowed his body, and a flying sword flew out from his spine, this sword was different from the purple qi of the Eight Scenes and Twenty-Four Divine Sword, the hilt of this sword was black and full of gas, and the sword body showed a strange miserable white.

"Natal Bone Sword?"

With an exclamation, the mountain and river sword collided with the natal bone sword, its momentum was as loud as thunder, and the iron chain in the hand of the Heavenly Law Minister of the Underworld was thrown out, and the yin soul was entwined on it, but when they just approached the Qingfu Immortal, they suddenly disappeared.

"What about the four gods? But Erl! ”

But what followed was hundreds of Yin Spirits, some of them died tragically because of Qing Fu Xian's bewitchment, and some came to Qing Fu Xian's side because of that spiritual position, and all of them showed a fierce light and tore towards Bai Zhenliu.

The unjust ghosts in Fuling Village who were controlled by Qing Fuxian all came back to their senses under the influence of the flower of the underworld, remembered what they had done, their eyes were scarlet, and they flew towards Bai Zhenliu.

"A man who commits iniquity shall not live. Qing Fuxian, when you used the ghost of the dead in vain, did you ever think of such an ending? ”

After speaking, Wei Zigeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held his sword, strode forward, and killed Qingfu Immortal on the opposite side.

Qing Fu Xian dealt with it flawlessly, and the natal bone sword behind him and the twenty-four Eight Scenery Divine Swords shuttled back and forth among the unjust souls and ghosts, and once a yin soul approached, it would be instantly shattered by the sword qi.

"Old Wang Ba, let you Yuheng Realm! Let you fly the sword more! Let you grow old and not die! ”

Xu Yue scolded angrily, and the spear smashed directly into the Yellow Dragon, and at the same time activated the qi machine, and took the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife that had originally fallen to the ground back into the treasure swallowing gourd to warm up.

Under the attack of Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue, Bai Zhenliu's three Eight Scenes and Twenty-Four Divine Swords suddenly broke three handles, and Qing Fuxian spit out a mouthful of blood, and his spirit was agitated.

At this moment, his face was hideous and almost distorted, the blue tendons on his forehead were bursting up, and his white hair and white beard were flying wantonly in the air, where he had the appearance of a fairy wind bone.

"Little beast! If it weren't for the Yin God who first injured the Divine Soul, and then was torn apart by these hundreds of Yin Souls, how could you be my opponent! ”

Xu Yue slapped it with one shot, and the barrel of the gun, which was as heavy as a mountain, drew a Dao mark in the air, Qing Fuxian stretched out his hand, and it was three Eight Views Divine Sword to resist this powerful blow, but because his own soul was damaged, he lost three flying swords again.

Xu Yue was hit by these three flying swords, and the barrel of the gun smashed heavily on his chest, as if there were two "click" crisp sounds, and he fell to the ground heavily.

He held the gun and stood up with all his strength, his chest was already a blur of flesh and blood, but Xu Yue's eyes were indeed excited.

"At least two broken ribs, but it's really cool!"

After speaking, Xu Yue took two steps, and the ground was suddenly stepped out of two deep pits by him, the green bricks cracked, and his whole person flew into the battlefield surrounded by ghosts and ghosts again.

Wei Zigeng held the sword, the long sword in his hand was cold, every time he inadvertently waved the long sword, the rust of the sword body peeled off a few points, and even the flowers, birds, fish and insects engraved on the scabbard were already blurred, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers were gradually clear, becoming smart and lively.

With a swing of the sword, a dazzling rainbow enveloped in the cold qi that could freeze everything in the world towards the Qingfu Immortal body.

"Breeze and moon!"

"What a pity, what a pity, little beast! If you're stabbing down, or faster, wouldn't it!? ”

"Faster? Yes, thank you for the reminder, the juniors can still be faster! ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Wei Zigeng then flying in the air petals, falling leaves, taking this as a stepping point, the figure flashed and disappeared, and then appeared in the next place, and disappeared again, and with the disappearance of the figure, followed by a series of rapid sword gangs and sword momentum, like rain hitting plantains, endless, and like falling rain on the surface of the lake, endless.

Soon, one after another Bai Hong sword qi enveloped the entire battlefield, how could Bai Zhenliu imagine that this young man's skill would be so weird.

"This little beast, just relying on light skills can do this, if when he enters the Yuheng realm, he can use his sword qi to stay, wouldn't it?!"

Soon, countless remnants of Wei Zigeng appeared around Bai Zhenliu, and they all held Baihong long swords nearly three zhang long, heading towards Bai Zhenliu.

There were faintly several afterimages that shone with bursts of white light, flickering uncertainly.

"Sword Qi stays? This little beast, the foundation of the Kaiyang Realm is already solid, in case he is allowed to break through the realm again? Tut-tut, in the middle of the suicide felling, break the yang and enter the Yuheng realm, how strong will the lethality be?! ”

The sword qi stays, and the sword cultivator who enters the Yuheng realm can conjure up another self with a sword qi, although the killing power is insufficient, but its breath is exactly the same, which is unpredictable and unpredictable.

On that day, Li Yu of the Pure Spirit Platform relied on his peak cultivation of the Yuheng Realm to display the sword qi to stay in the line, and there were also some sword cultivators who could forcibly jump over the realm to cast the sword qi because of certain things, such as Xia Qingming in Yuzhou City, who broke through the realm before he died, and he could use the sword qi to stay in the Kaiyang realm when he first entered the Kaiyang Realm.

At this moment, Bai Zhenliu's brows tightened, and it turned out that dozens of yin spirits had climbed onto his body, biting at the surface of his body.

People are humane, ghosts have ghost paths, the road is facing the sky, and each goes to one side.

Therefore, these yin ghosts are the souls of Bai Zhenliu who are directly bitten, although the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, even if they bite, they can only bite a little.

However, ants bite more elephants, and a little stagnation may be something that can be separated in an instant.

Sure enough, Wei Zigeng saw this moment, turned sideways, used his waist force to drive the strength of his arm, and swung a sword at the cost of losing his strength!

The qi machine surged, and the sword qi filled the entire Fuling Village, and the blue brick floor and walls were all cut apart by the sword qi, and the houses that were closer were directly turned into powder.

"I'll give it to Daoye!!"

Feeling this qi, Qingfu Xianbai Zhenliu roared angrily, stretched out his hands to grasp it, and grabbed the long sword in Wei Zigeng's hand, and the young man was suddenly pulled by a strong force The long sword in his hand seemed to rush out of his palm.

"Bullnose, so far, you still want to use that weird sword method to contain me?"

Having said that, Wei Zigeng had already noticed the realm gap between himself and Bai Zhenliu, and the mountain and river sword in his hand trembled, and the sword qi even showed signs of sluggishness.

"Come, Zi Geng, swing this sword, those who stop you are destined to be cut off by your sword."