Chapter Forty-Seven: The Ethereal Divine Palm, Cold and Icy Strength

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The wind blew into the room, and with a man's voice, a black-robed figure appeared in front of the door.

Murong Qing raised his eyes, and then looked away again.

This person was wearing a silver mask, with ethereal patterns on the black robe, gold-edged silk satin, and strode in, landing silently, showing a domineering spirit in his calmness.

"I don't know who your Excellency is, what is the matter with coming to me. ”

"The ghost hunt of six doors, staying in such a small county, tsk, the purpose is not simple......"

The man who suddenly appeared seemed to be unceremonious, and sat straight in the place where Fang Cai Yan Lixing was sitting.

"I don't think I have anything to do with Your Excellency. ”

"It's true that it has nothing to do with me, but I'm very interested in the silver blade you got from Liu Tianba. ”

Murong Qing's eyes froze, and his hand quickly touched behind him, but the man had already raised his hand and struck him, and the palm power was as ethereal as smoke, which was unpredictable.

"The smoke is vast, and the ethereal palm is ethereal!"

Murong Qing, who was retreating, suddenly exclaimed. His silver folding fan also appeared in his hand, and he looked at the man quite solemnly.

"Your Excellency is the one on the top of the clouds?"

Saying this, Murong Qing paused, and then said again.

"I didn't expect that the top of the clouds was also interested in a silver blade. ”

The silver-masked man smiled lowly, with an indescribable indifference, and stretched out his finger to the spilled wine on the table, which slowly squirmed, and then gathered on his fingertips, spinning rapidly.

Such means made Murong Qing slightly moved.

"The top of the clouds? You guessed wrong, and the bottom has nothing to do with the top of the clouds. This time I'm here just for the Silver Jiao Blade, let's say, where is the Silver Jiao Blade now. ”

The silver-masked man stared at the rapidly spinning drop of wine on his fingertips and said in a cold voice.

"Silver Jiao Blade, it has been sent to the headquarters of the six gates, you only came to me at this time, it is a little late. ”

"You didn't go back to the Six Doors headquarters, so you don't have to hide it. Let me ask again, where is the silver blade, others dare not do anything to you, I don't have to be afraid of anything. ”

Murong Qing's eyes flashed and he chuckled.

"It seems that Your Excellency's identity and methods are far beyond ordinary people, but I am a little curious. ”

"Toast and don't eat and drink!"

The silver masked man's voice was cold, obviously he didn't want to talk too much nonsense with Murong Qing, and the drop of wine on his fingertips catapulted towards Murong Qing in a state of rapid rotation!

With a bang, like an incomparably sharp hidden weapon, the whistling sound that swept through the air made people's hearts tremble.

"Affectionate and righteous!"

As soon as Murong Qing's silver folding fan opened, he fanned it twice, and two strong winds swept out, and they were all concentrated in a straight line in front of him, and the strong wind hit the drop of rapidly rotating wine, and after a moment of stalemate, it was scattered and turned into a little crystal flying.

However, the Silver Masked Man's methods are clearly not so simple.

As soon as the probe grabbed it, the internal force was frantically urging, and the temperature in the room plummeted. The scattered and crystalline liquor suddenly solidified drop by drop, turning into fluorescent and glittering ice crystals.

"Go!"

With a cold shout, those ice crystals were affected by the internal force of the man in the ice sculpture mask, and one by one they shot towards Murong Qing like a dense hidden weapon.

"**** boundless, endless!"

Murong Qing's face was cold and solemn, he was fully composed, the folding fan in his hand was spread, and he hovered in front of him under the urging of internal force, the mighty wind swept the entire room, even the tables and chairs were blown to squeak and move, and the clothes on his body were hunting.

In an instant, those ice crystals like hidden weapons collided with this sharp wind, and all of them could not move forward, and were blocked at a certain distance, constantly trembling.

"Seven emotions and six desires, what a Murong Qing! Do you think you can stop me like this?"

The silver-masked man's body was straight, his hands flipped over, and he turned up and down, countless cold energy continued to overflow from his hands, and the entire room became as cold as winter, and he suddenly put his palms in front of his chest and straightened them, and slammed them towards Murong Qing.

"Ice and ice, ...... are you?"

Murong Qing's eyes widened, and at the same time he was surprised in his heart, the folding fan in his hand waved like the wind, as if countless phantoms were conjured in front of him, and the extremely strong wind swept out from the folding fan, colliding with the other party's cold energy in an instant.

Finally, the room could not withstand such a strong attack from the two, and the tables and chairs that were close to them began to shatter.

Yan Lixing and Xiao Tong, who jumped out of the inn, were walking on the street, when they suddenly heard an explosion not far behind them, and when they turned around, they saw a window of the inn exploded, and two figures flashed out of it, still fighting fiercely.

This scene was noticed by the pedestrians in the vicinity, and they all looked up at the two of them with a shocked expression.

"What kind of person can fight with Murong Qing to such a fierce point?"

Although Yan Lixing was surprised, he still thought so in his heart.

The little boy on the side also looked solemn, but after just looking at it for a while, he urged Yan Lixing to go back quickly.

"Childe, don't forget the master's words, don't live up to the master's kindness. ”

In front of Yan Lixing's house, Xiao Tong said a word, and then hurriedly turned around and left, chasing in the direction where Murong Qing and others left.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Lixing shook his head and entered the courtyard.

Not long after he entered, in the corner of a house diagonally opposite, a sneaky middle-aged man popped up, staring at the direction of Yan Lixing's door, his eyes rolled slightly, and he turned around to leave.

After he left, the figure of the little boy appeared from the corner of the house on the other side, staring at the back of this sneaky man, looking down and thinking about it, and then disappeared into the alley on the side.

A dilapidated temple in the eastern suburbs of Hengshui County.

Murong Qing and the man in the ice sculpture mask fought all the way to this point before they stopped for the time being.

Neither of them had any injuries on their bodies, and on the surface, it seemed that Murong Qing was a little embarrassed.

"Your strength is not the same as the rumors in the rivers and lakes, it is really beyond my expectations. ”

Murong Qing gasped slightly, and smiled lightly after hearing this.

"I probably guessed your identity, why, you are so obsessed with the silver blade, and you don't hesitate to shoot again and again? ”

The silver-masked man denied it.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, I just need the whereabouts of the Silver Jiao Blade. ”

"Your reaction confirms my thoughts more and more, that you are related to those two groups of people. With a strange smile on his face, Murong Qing continued: "You people are trying every possible way to seize the Silver Jiao Blade, and I guess there is only one purpose. ”

"Shut up!"

The silver-masked man spoke, and rushed over again. He was suddenly so nervous, because he didn't want Murong Qing to say the latter words.

Just halfway through, Murong Qing's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, using the skill of transmitting the sound into the secret, the figure stopped suddenly, and the eyes under the mask burst out for the first time, staring at Murong Qing with a strange smile on the opposite side.

"What you said, seriously?!"

"If you don't believe me, you can check it out for yourself. ”

Murong Qing put away the folding fan at this time, put his hands behind his back, and showed an indifferent and chic expression.

The silver-masked man paused in place for a moment, then looked up.

"Okay, today is to let you Murong Qing go, if what you say is a lie to me, I will definitely kill you with my own hands next time!"

As he spoke, this person had already flown away, and disappeared from Murong Qing's sight in a few ups and downs.

Half an hour later.

Xiao Tong's figure appeared and found Murong Qing.

"Master, are you alright?"

Murong Qing shook his head.

"It's okay, the kid was sent back safely?"

"Yes. ”

The child replied truthfully.

"But I found a guy who was stalking, it should have been sent by Pei Jinzhi. ”

"Huh!"

Murong Qing smiled strangely.

"Leave him alone, let the kid solve this matter himself, and go back to the inn. ”