Just when Song Qiu's group and Zhang Xuanzong were fighting fiercely, a blonde foreigner dressed as a tourist was walking leisurely on the mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it weren't for the pouring rain falling from the sky, if it weren't for the sound of swords, knives, and fights from afar, if it weren't for the fact that this was Penglai, then everything would be fine.

But because of these three "if nots", it all becomes very problematic.

The blonde man carried a backpack that didn't look too heavy, and a black umbrella in his hand.

He looked up at the clouds, his black-rimmed sunglasses reflecting off the rain in the rain.

Although he raised his head, the steps under his feet still did not pause at all, as if a pair of eyes had been born under his feet, and he walked on the mountain road as if he were walking on the ground.

Amazingly, even if he didn't look down at the road, the roads he chose were the driest and most convenient, and even the heavy rain around him didn't make his trousers completely soaked, just a little moist.

Walking to the top of the mountain, the blonde man went from his backpack to a strange silver device, which he aimed at the sky, and his other hand without an umbrella seemed to press something on the side of the black-framed sunglasses.

"Lord, send down a sign. The blonde man muttered as he tilted his head.

His arms trembled slightly, but constantly, and the corners of his lips quivered, exactly like a fanatical believer.

As soon as the words fell, a thunderclap fell from the sky, blasting down the crowd that was fighting fiercely in the distance!

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There was a loud thunderclap, and the raindrops on the gazebo fell violently.

The abrupt and alarming sound of this winter thunder made Jiang Fenghan frown involuntarily.

He looked at the old man Sandou, not only the rain outside the pavilion became a little ethereal, but even the old man Sandou became a little ethereal in Jiang Fenghan's eyes.

Jiang Fenghan shook his head, and there was a burst of heat in his throat.

He coughed loudly, and there was a vague feeling in his heart that something was wrong.

"You want to keep the old man, and the old man wants to keep you. At this time, the old man Sandou regained his previous composure and said indifferently.

Jiang Fenghan clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the long sword hidden in the scabbard was ready to strike, ready to strike at any time.

I only heard the old man Sandou say proudly: "Jiang Fenghan, don't you think that your eyes are a little spent?"

"Is it poison?" Jiang Fenghan asked very calmly, "For an immortal cultivator like me, do you think poison will be useful to me?"

"Of course it's useless to anyone else. The old man shook his head and said, "But you're different. ”

"What's different about me?"

"You're sick, and it's a chronic disease that can't be cured by nature. The old man Sandou tilted his head and said with a smile: "I am a good doctor, but at the same time I am also a better poisoner, so I have always understood a truth." ”

"If you're sick, you'll have to die. ”

The tone of the old man Sandou is as gentle as the closest lover, but the words hide the most murderous malice.

Jiang Fenghan looked at the ethereal old man and the ethereal rain behind the old man, he thought it was just his illusion or water mist, but now he knew that he was poisoned.

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Magnificence is generally used to describe the majesty of the mountain, and it is rarely used to describe swordsmanship.

But Song Qiu's "magnificent" was not used in the wrong place.

Because even the mountains are so magnificent, isn't the sword that cuts down the mountains even more magnificent?

Yes, as soon as that black mud was shot, Song Qiu could already see who it was.

Just less than half a month ago, they had fought each other, and Song Qiu could be said to have a deep memory of this sword.

Duan Jiulang.

A leader of the younger generation from the 'Five Uniques' sect.

A monk who entered Wai Penglai with Song Qiu.

A man who has not appeared in this fierce battle, as if forgotten.

At this moment, he used the sword in his hand to make everyone think of him again, the sword in his hand, and the horror of his swordsmanship.

The panic and whiteness on Zhang Xuanzong's face was not a disguise, but the most true portrayal of his soul, because he found that no matter what method he used, it seemed that he could not escape the fate of being disemboweled by a sword.

At the moment of life and death, time seemed to become very slow and long, and Zhang Xuanzong's mind recalled his short life with mixed feelings.

At the moment of life and death, time seemed to become very fast and short, and the sword with murderous aura was getting closer and closer in Zhang Xuanzong's eyes.

"I'm not reconciled. Zhang Xuanzong roared in the heavy rain.

Almost at the same time, a thunderclap hit the hood.

Purple electric light bombarded Zhang Xuanzong's body, Zhang Xuanzong's whole body burned with purple flames, and before he could utter a terrible scream, his body was instantly engulfed by purple flames.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

At the place where Zhang Xuanzong was struck by purple lightning, a dazzling purple light was born, which quickly fascinated everyone's pupils.

Song Qiu subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling that his body was suddenly hot, and then the sound of rain and fighting disappeared in an instant, and the raindrops that were originally densely hitting his body seemed to be gone.

When he opened his eyes again, Song Qiu was stunned suddenly, and the scene in front of him had completely changed!

Broken stones were scattered everywhere, and the huge palace made of white jade collapsed and broken, and there were scorched black marks on the ground, on the broken walls, and on the broken stones.

The crowd of people who were still fighting a second ago, and the heavy rain are all gone, and the only thing that catches your eye is the scene of devastation.

Song Qiu frowned, unable to understand what kind of place this was, and where those people had gone.

The surroundings were quiet, quiet and a little weird, and the vigilance was at its highest, and Song Qiu walked cautiously along a path that was buried by barren grass and could only be faintly recognized if he had to work hard to identify.

The trail passed through several collapsed palaces, and Song Qiu followed the path to a place where only half of the wall remained.

The broken bronze mirror on the wall reflects Song Qiu's face, and the patina mirror side tells the desolation of this place.

Song Qiu looked left and right, and could vaguely see that this was once a magnificent palace, but for some reason, it became what it is today.

The barren grass has buried the prosperity of the past, leaving only infinite desolation.

Song Qiu looked down at the wild grass at his feet and let out such an emotion.

Those barren grasses were infiltrating, with jagged edges on the broad leaves, Song Qiu looked at these cyan barren grasses, and had a whim, thinking that if these grasses all turned into sharp sawtooth, then how terrible it would be.

He thought like a fantasy in his heart, and the wild grass was suddenly dyed with a thin layer of light.

The grass at your feet has literally turned into sharp jagged teeth!