Long and Peaceful, Peaceful (Part I)

The fire is great, but it is not the fire in front of you.

Zu Yinghua turned his head sharply and looked at the thick smoke, the red beads in his hands became more and more brilliant, constantly absorbing the red energy obtained from the people.

"Do you think burning down my family's ancestral house will distract me?" Zu Yinghua wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth just now, and the beads on his hand shone brightly, and on this night, it was like a round of blood sun rising, competing with the bright moon.

"What if I have the ashes of my unruly father, I don't even care about the living in the village, I still think about the dead?" Zu Yinghua's eyes were red and he continued.

Although Xu Changan didn't know what the purpose of this bead was, he understood that he couldn't let Zu Yinghua go on like this.

He no longer concealed it, pinched a sword trick with both hands, pointed forward, and shouted "break"!

Dao Dao sword qi hit the red beads, but all of them were blocked by the red light, just like the sparks produced when the hammer and the sword embryo collided when the iron was struck, the red sword qi splashed out, and finally hit the sand.

Xu Changan saw that this blow had no effect, and Zu Yinghua didn't seem to be able to free his hand. Slowly turned his head and looked at Zu Yinghua.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

He snorted softly, dozens of sword qi appeared around him, Xu Changan kept moving forward, and the red sword qi stabbed towards Zu Yinghua at the same time, Zu Yinghua was in a hurry, at this time he could never put away the beads, or interrupt the beads. He had seen a senior brother who had been devoured by beads, and he had been sucked into a skeleton by the beads, and the clothes on the skeleton were still intact. It is precisely because of this that he can sit in the position of the senior brother.

He was more afraid of being eaten by the beads than being stabbed to death by a long sword.

Zu Yinghua closed his eyes, but a scene he didn't expect appeared, the light of the beads actually shrouded him, and the red sword qi was also splashed.

There was a look of ecstasy in his eyes, and Xu Changan's eyes were full of solemnity.

Xu Changan pinched the sword trick in his hand, slowly raised his hand, and shouted softly, "Thunder!" A sword qi smashed down like a hammer, Zu Yinghua and the bead just shook their bodies, and there was no more.

Xu Changan glanced at Fan Busheng, Ah Bao hugged Fan Busheng, first looked at Xu Changan, and then glanced at the villagers who were wailing on the ground. As if hearing Brother Xu sigh, Ah Bao gritted his teeth, and said to Fan Busheng, "Old madman, can you still pick up this sword?" Although under the auspices of Xu Changan, Ah Bao worshipped Fan Busu as a teacher, but it seems that the crazy "Fan Busheng" prefers the title of old madman.

On weekdays, Ah Bao and Fan Busu communicate, and they are both called "old madmen".

Fan Busu raised his head, looked at his bleeding abdomen, and glanced at Xu Changan, who seemed to be a little confused.

Xu Changan had no hope for him, but Fan Busu stood up, carried the short sword, and suddenly clicked twice on his body, and no blood overflowed in his abdomen.

After he did this, he looked at Po and smirked as if he were invited.

Ah Bao smiled extremely reluctantly, as if he was coaxing a child, and said, "You and Brother Xu are together, he is out."

Hand, you strike again. ”

Fan Bufu nodded obediently.

Xu Changan took a deep breath, and with the strength of the two of them, he must break this bead.

"Come!"

As soon as the words fell, a voice came from behind him.

"Brother Xu!"

Xu Changan turned his head to look, only to see Xiao Yuan holding a long sword wrapped in linen cloth and sending it over.

He was slightly surprised, and looked in the direction of the burning of the ancestral house of Nazu Yinghua, and now he finally understood who was going to set the fire.

Xu Changan didn't say much, nodded at Xiao Yuan, and untied the red and black burning.

The long sword that was originally dyed black by Qi Fengjia went through a big battle and turned into an irregular red and black color.

"Together!"

Xu Changan shouted, the two of them shot at the same time, and the two of them slashed towards Zu Yinghua at the same time. As a result, the bead actually formed a red light mask, protecting Zu Yinghua and himself.

The two of them were again in vain.

Even because of this round of useless attacks, Fan Busheng's wound collapsed again, and blood flowed.

Xiao Bai stood in front of Zu Yinghua's younger brothers and sisters, and his furry face was full of solemnity, and suddenly it shouted at Xu Changan.

After hearing this, Xu Changan immediately patted his head, why is he so stupid!

His body was glowing with golden light, and this red bead was obviously an evil thing, how could he not have the exercises of Buddhism against the evil thing.

The golden light on his body swelled, Xu Changan shouted, and bursts of Buddha sound spread like ripples.

Zu Yinghua shook twice, and the red light was also interrupted.

Zu Yinghua spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the beads also fell to the ground.

Xu Changan did not hesitate, and rushed towards Zu Yinghua with the burning, Zu Yinghua got the feedback and protection of the beads, and he was not much injured, so he immediately picked up the beads, lifted the long sword, and blocked Xu Changan's attack.

There was a crisp sound, and his long sword broke in two.

Unless it is a long sword that has been cultivated into the sword fetus for a long time, or like Xu Changan, it will only hurt the master if it is damaged by the weapon recognized by the magic sword.

Zu Yinghua is just a Huixi Realm, he doesn't have a sword fetus, and he doesn't have a long sword to recognize the master, and the loss of this long sword only startled him.

But after this attack, he also knew that he was far from being an opponent of these two.

He didn't even think about it, he ran away with the bead in his arms, and didn't pay attention to which direction it was going.

Seeing a figure in front of him, Zu Yinghua was startled at first, and when he saw the person clearly, he was overjoyed. Zu Yinghua's body was like the wind, and he held the man hostage.

Xu Changan's long sword was handed out, and he stopped abruptly.

"Aber!"

Xu Changan looked at the person who was held hostage by Zu Yinghua and shouted loudly.

"Come on, I'll kill him if you come!"

"I'm your uncle!" said in a deep voice!

"Don't tell me anything about blood thicker than water, old thing, did you set fire to my ancestral house just now!"

"You don't care about your sister-in-law's ashes, are you worthy of being my uncle? If you are really my uncle, let him get out!"

Zu Yinghua was already a little crazy at this time, his hair was scattered, his eyes were red, and he shouted loudly!

At this moment, Abel suddenly bit Zu Yinghua's hand, after all, Abel was Zu Yinghua's uncle, and Zu Yinghua's first reaction was not to kill him. Besides, if you kill this old guy, you will definitely die!

Taking advantage of this moment, Abel shouted, "Pick it up!" and said, actually took out the red bead from Zu Yinghua's arms and threw it away.

"Old thing!" Zu Yinghua raised his hand, as long as he slapped it, Abel would definitely die.

"Have you forgotten that your uncle used to be a bastard, cheating, stealing chickens and dogs, and never doing anything!" Abel bared his teeth and smiled smugly.

This palm did not go down, Zu Yinghua understood that the uncle he held hostage was his only hope for survival.

......

On a mysterious island.

The man in purple sat in the VIP seat, the middle-aged man in the blue robe was full of smiles, and on the other side, the pothole-ridden, disfigured old man sat in a wheelchair, his eyes were full of gloom.

"Senior Poison Immortal, if you do this well, we can help you do everything you want, and even the Medical Immortal Sect will not be a problem for you, as for Na Fan Bu Save, he serves under the Dragon Guard. As long as this matter is completed, isn't he at your disposal?"

The owner who was in a wheelchair, corroded by venom, and had a face full of pus and blood was naturally called a "poisonous ghost" by the world, and the uncle He Jiu who was not saved by the medical immortal Fan.

He Jiu didn't reply, and the purple-clothed man looked at the blue-robed middle-aged man.

"As for the master of the Proud Sect, as long as you are willing to move back to the Central Plains, no matter what you call it a first-class sect, your Proud Heaven Sect will definitely be called a second-rate sect within a hundred years!"

When the blue-robed man heard this, he looked at He Jiu, his eyes full of hope.

"The poison pill you want is already being used, but this pill is not so lethal to people, and it will be fatal to sea beasts and even krakens. You know, to refine the elixir, you need to absorb the blood and qi of people, and then throw the elixir into the sea to attract krakens and sea beasts. ”

He Jiu glanced at the man.

"You promise you won't settle accounts after the fall?"

"That's what you're refining, and I and the people behind me don't know about it. A few people died on the island, it could be a plague, it could be a tsunami. ”

He Jiu's eyes sharpened.

"Why do you deserve my trust!"

The purple-clothed man's voice was a little higher, and he said loudly, "I am one of the seventy-two saints, and the old gentleman behind our seventy-two saints!"

Note: The seventy-two saints are mentioned in the first chapter of this volume, and those who are quick to see can go back and take a look.

Finally revised, sorry.

(End of chapter)

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