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Zhao Li couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and immediately stood up, holding the hilt of the Hongyu sword with his backhand, but he did not pull it out of the ring sheath, and watched the raft ghost's every move, for fear that he would suddenly be in trouble.

Zhao Li looked around, only to see that the vast river was endless, the drizzle was misty, and the old man had been surrounded, and it seemed that he was ruthlessly isolating the reality from the unknown, and he couldn't see through the corpse-covered ghost man in front of him, and couldn't help but secretly say: "There is no one in the four corners, and the raft ghost is fighting alone, how can he be so confident that this battle will be won, is there really a water ghost underwater?"

Chang Su'e smiled disapprerovitly, her beautiful eyes were cold, "You said that this palace is destined to become a powerful ghost, just with your three-legged cat's kung fu, you want to intercept and kill this palace, it's just a shame!" She raised her snow-white sleeves, and her green jade hand pointed at the old eyebrows of the raft ghost guest, and said angrily: "There are only a handful of people in the world who can match this palace, and you are not worthy of fighting with this palace, quickly tell your identity and origin, where is it sacred?"

The raft ghost guest said predictively: "The old man is the red-robed general under the command of the master of the village, Han Jiangcheng!"

"Han Jiangcheng, nameless and small, how dare you compete with the sun and the moon? You can't wait for Chenzhou to be free, but what are you doing here?" The fairy of the Moon Palace was charming between her eyebrows and eyes, and there was a faint charm of not being angry and arrogant, but her voice was extremely gentle.

Han Jiangcheng was richly dressed, and there was not the slightest blood stained among the chaotic corpses, but his thin cheeks gave people a poor and sour look, and his aging face had a harmless smile, which looked treacherous and false, and he said slowly: "How can the wedding of the leader of the Salt Gang be missing the figure of the grinding village? Dong Xiao has always had the intention of wooing, and the old man came with the owner of the village to go to the Phantom Forest Festival in three days!"

Chang Su'e's beautiful eyes wandered, as if she was preoccupied, and asked, "You mean Zhou Xing is also in Yunzhou?"

Han Jiangcheng bowed slightly, and said with an evil smile: "That's right, the owner of the village is talking with Dong Xiao at this time, and the old man has nothing to do, so he started his former business on the Yellow River." But this trip is not for money, but to collect two-legged sheep along the coast to feed the old man's hard work, but I didn't expect to meet the two by chance, just so that the children can taste the taste of fresh human flesh!"

Zhao Li's body is Zhengrong, a literati and ink writer, he heard Han Jiangcheng call the victims of the disaster as two-legged sheep, for a while can not suppress the anger in the chest, Hong Yu immediately out of the sheath, the blade of the sword from the waist, zigzag and turned, straight as a string, shouted: "Zhou Xingkong has the talent of the world, but he went astray, devoted to studying the killing machine, smashing and crushing the victims, selling people as food to all parties, making a windfall in troubled times, it is simply inhumane!

Han Jiangcheng's hair was like the first frost of autumn, and his pale and dead face became more and more ghostly, he looked straight at the Hongyu Sword Blade, his expression was a little trance, and he said to himself: "This ...... How is this possible, could it be that King Wu Lu sank into the sea with a silver box to hide people's eyes and ears, Hongyu is really still in the world, it's just a pity, it's a pity that this peerless sword!"

Zhao Li's face was full of astonishment, he didn't know what Han Jiangcheng was referring to, and asked, "What is a pity?"

"It's a pity that Hongyu is dead, and the death sword can't recognize the master, it is destined not to belong to you!" Han Jiangcheng looked at Zhao Li coldly, and the feeling of oppression made people panic.

"Hongyu is a family heirloom of Zhao, and I have never heard of the saying that the Lord is recognized, why should you be alarmist, the iron blade has no heart, how can there be a difference between life and death?"

Han Jiangcheng shook his head again and again, and said with a smile: "After thousands of years, Hongyu Qingming has already given birth to the spirit of the sword, only by unlocking the seal of the ancient sword can the sleeping soul be awakened, on the other hand, the sword in your hand is no different from thatch, it is really a tyrannical thing!"

Zhao Li was suspicious, feeling that Han Jiangcheng was unfathomable, and his words were quite mysterious, so he immediately became much more humble, and arched his hand: "Dare to ask the seniors, how does Zhao unlock the seal of Hongyu?"

"Only when Hongyu recognizes the master, the seal can be resolved by itself, but you must first find the heart in the sword, which is why Hongyu Qingying is very prosperous for a while, but no one fights for it, and only Qinghong Erjian in the world regards the master as a servant, you must know that the blade of the heart is worthy of being called a sword, otherwise in the eyes of the old man, it is all iron, nothing more than a weapon of life!" Han Jiangcheng's face was full of hideousness, his dry lips trembled slightly with heavy breathing, and he continued: " If the ancient sword is unintentional, it will definitely absorb the soul of the sword wielder, your sword hand has been darkened, that is to say, the Hong Yu has begun to eat its master, you are destined to live a long time, if you don't meet the old man tonight, you also have to take care of the aftermath for yourself!"

Zhao Lijian frowned, thinking that he did have a headache, could it really be because Hongyu absorbed the soul? He couldn't believe Han Jiangcheng's appalling arguments, he just silently looked at Hongyu's cold blade as thin as a willow leaf, and wondered: "What is the heart of the sword, and who is the real master of Hongyu?"

"The heart of the sword is like a soul, it must be sacrificed by human life, this sword is an ominous thing, and its owner must be an unknown person!" Han Jiangcheng took out a fist-sized hollow copper ball from his sleeve, which contained a red pill and was pulled by a long rope, and he waved it into the Yellow River, firmly holding the end of the long rope in his hand.

The red pill has a strong smell of decay, even if it sinks to the bottom of the river, it is still fishy and unbearable, Chang Su'e couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose, and exclaimed: "Ten thousand corpse pills? Zhao Gongzi don't want to breathe, this pill is poisoned by water, it is solidified by the body fluids of the mother worm, could it be that there are water spirit insect children in the Yellow River?"

Before Chang Su'e's words fell, thousands of "yellow phosphorus dragons" with teeth and claws roared from all directions like thunder and lightning, suddenly rising from the river and pouring on the raft, as if the water had burst the embankment, and the momentum almost wanted to break the raft into two.

But seeing the countless yellow-brown creatures in the water rushing forward and rushing with invincible momentum, the roar was like thunder, and countless shadows smelled the breath of the mother worm and gathered, and the stars kept rotating around the raft like the moon.

The water curtain was completely removed, and three strange beasts full of scales stood on the side of Han Jiangcheng, their naked human body, eyes, ears, nose and lips, ghost face like a tiger, long mouth like a beak, back ricket, like a hard body, looking like an ignorant child of five or six years old.

They have sticky skin, long grassy hair, oval hollows on the top of their heads, and a small amount of river water, like a source of strength. It is recorded in the "Youming Lu" that the name of this thing is called "Water Worm", or "Insect Child", and it is dead from the water, so it carries a little river water on the top of its head to prolong its life, and can change the color of its skin according to the surrounding environment, and sure enough, the yellow-brown scales gradually turn into a thick blood red, almost the same as the red robe of Hanjiang City.

Countless insect children poked their heads out of the Yellow River, densely searching for something around the raft, and their mouths let out a bird-like sharp roar, like a ghost in the water, staring at the people in the raft with hunger.