Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 67
Jing Chu's fierce palm technique was caught in a strange wind, stagnant for half a breath, and it was this half-breath stagnation that made Yue Song seize the flaw and swept him off the stage with a stick.

"Cough," Yue Song's stick was aimed at the cover door, and he was so ruthless that he obviously didn't want him to appear again.

Jing Chu spat out a mouthful of blood, waved his hand and refused Ling Er's support, "I've let you down."

He pondered the fleeting sense of hindrance, but he couldn't think of a reason, he could only blame himself for his mistake.

"Senior, rest first."

Ling Er turned around on the faces of the others, and without waiting for him to speak, he said, "I'll go."

Everyone was slightly surprised, as if they didn't expect him to take the initiative to speak.They are all people in the "Xiantian" circle, and even if they have never met, they have heard of each other.The man who opened his mouth was known to ignore world affairs, just like duckweed, where he floated, he rarely took the initiative.

Although this person was wearing the shirt of the Scarlet Blood Army, he still couldn't hide the loneliness inherent in his body.

Don't look at him as poor and sour, but he is a famous swordsman in all corners of the world.Some people say that he once came from a rich and noble family, but he exchanged his wealth for a rapier, and since then he has been alone and wandering the world.

Although he is only a congenital Xiaocheng, but the swordsman has always advertised agility, there is no reason for Ling Er not to let him play, "Brother Baili, be careful."

Baili nodded, as if he had just returned from somewhere.

Yue Song hit the ground with an iron stick, fighting as a sergeant, representing the entire army, but he didn't want to report his name. Seeing Baili took the long sword from the weapon rack, he immediately shouted, "Come on, today I am So use this tiger-fighting stick to make you all obedient!"

When the swords were drawn on the stage, Jing Chu suddenly let out a loud snort and looked at his colleagues strangely, "I remember that Baili's sword is a thin sword."

One person answered, "There are also thin swords on the stage."

At this time, Ling Er also thought of something and sighed, "It's not good."

It's true that Baili used a thin sword, but it was also a soft sword, the kind that was so soft that it could be wrapped in a circle.

At that time, in order to "use standard weapons", all weapons, including special-shaped weapons used by some people, were made according to the same material.

However, Baili's soft sword could not be made with this material. When Ling Er asked him at the time, he only said "the thin sword then".

Ling Er thought that there were so many innate talents, and he didn't necessarily have to play, so he exposed this matter.

How could you forget about this!

Jing Chu shook his head, "This rule was originally intended to be fair, but it made my own people fall into the pit."

Ling Er had no choice but to laugh, and cast his eyes on the falcon on the gilt chair, comforting himself that His Highness definitely didn't mean to hurt people, it must have a deep meaning.

Baili's sword road is light and lingering, like a boneless beauty clinging to your body and binding your heart, but in the next second, she can push you away without hesitation, with a ruthless posture, and the waves are so strong. Yue Song almost lost the iron rod and fought with him.

Yue Song swung the stick with a red face and slashed it down, the stick rubbed against the air and brought false fire, the wind was loud, but Baili only took a step back, and the rapier was thrown away, without touching the stick, but Yue Song heard it. There was an ethereal "hum", and the "hum" was accompanied by the stick that had been shaken away.

Again and again and again!

"Shuzi, dare to fight!"

The Baili rapier struck three times in a row, and the feeling of dizziness attacked Yue Song.

As a result, the trajectory was inexplicably deviated, only passing under Yue Song's ribs.

The difference between the heart and the ribs is not an inch or two.

Ling Er and others also saw that something was wrong. As a swordsman, he would not make such a low-level mistake.

Baili didn't seem to realize it, but after changing his previous defense, the offensive became more violent.

In the wooden house outside Xiaohan Town, Zhan Changfeng stopped his grinding hand, "seeing" Baili's sword falling in the air again and again, "coincidence" can't be ignored.

Hawkeye swept across the audience and finally landed on the viewing platform.One of them was tense, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he murmured something.

"Go to Yuefu and investigate thoroughly."

The driver sighed, "Yes!"

A backed by the dangerous sea, in a remote place surrounded by southern states, a family that barely made it to the top, with no more than [-] troops, where did he have the courage to start a new fire and separate the world.

Baili is now using a slender and hard sword, and many moves cannot be used. After "missing" again and again, he finally failed.

Yue Kun and the others, who carried their hearts and hearts, breathed a sigh of relief.Those who fail in the attack can no longer play, and one can be eliminated one by one.Unfortunately, he was not seriously injured.

Ling Er looked at Baili with solemn eyes, "Thank you, brother."

"Well," Baili shook his head, "Is there a countermeasure?"

"Have!"

Others are inexplicable, "What kind of riddle are you playing?"

Jing Chu on the side was stroking his short beard. As another party, he probably understood, "The arena below is not easy to fight."

They lost two games at the beginning, and someone on the other side helped them secretly. It is not easy to win.

"Next, I have to work for you," Ling Er calmly instructed, "I don't care whether you win or lose, please help me consume him, the longer it takes, the better."

"Then leave it to me." A strong man like a hill rubbed his chest muscles, showing a warlike smile.

"Brother Tie, please." After clasping his fists, Ling Er walked into the team, and was quickly covered up by thousands of people.

After resting for half a column of incense, the arena restarted.

The second child of the Yue family is also a little uncertain at this time, "If the first four games are the first uncle, and the second five games are the second uncle, it goes without saying, but now we have to rely on the second uncle to finish the eight games."

Yue Kun's face was already black enough to drip ink, and the other party actually had three congenitals, which was completely beyond his expectations.

According to common sense, five victories in nine arenas are the winner, and I don’t know who said that the war is fickle, only the ending prevails, and the rule is that the one who stands at the end is the winner.

"To the point, I should let the second uncle play last." Yue Kun had to prepare for Yue Song's failure at this time, he took out a jade to put it on the second Yue, "Brother, you fly to Xiaohan Town, give I invite someone to come."

Yue Lao Er listened to him, and did not dare to delay.

The eagle falcon parked on the flagpole flew into the sky, and there was a clear cry from the clouds, and its wings swept across the horse trail and the lush mountains.

"Catch him alive, one hundred spirit stones." Zhan Changfeng said.

The masked bounty hunter nodded and rushed into the woods like a tiger and a leopard. The sound of the horse's hooves changed from no to weak, from weak to strong, and at the staggered moment, he appeared behind the second child of the Yue family like a ghost. The rope grabbed the strong man's neck and dragged him off the horse.

The horse was still running, but the second child of the Yue family was clasping the thin thread that had been cut into the meat, making a ho-ho sound, and the blood on his neck stained his hands red.

There happened to be no one on the road, and when the next passerby came over, there was no place for the second child of the Yue family, not even blood.

"You're very good, do you want to take the next order?" Zhan Changfeng was very satisfied with the bounty hunter that the coachman found from the black market, so he asked.

The bounty hunter's eyes lit up, "One hundred spirit stones for killing Houtian, 150 for Xiantian's minor accomplishment, three hundred for Xiantian's great accomplishment, and five hundred and eighty for seriously injured Xiantian's perfection."

Zhan Changfeng held down the head of the second child of Yue, "If you have a colleague you know, you can also bring it over, and one person will give you fifty spirit stone introduction fees, how about it?"

The bounty hunter watched her lightly extract a person's memory with awe, "I do know a few reliable hunters."

"August and a half, come to me."

"it is good."

The bounty hunter left with his commission.Zhan Changfeng looked at the second child of Yue, and found that he was in good shape, at least he didn't turn into a fool like Gongsun Long.

My soul searching technique has improved a lot.

The second child of Yue, whose throat was almost cut off, couldn't say a complete sentence. Hertz pointed at her for a long time, and his fear was almost overflowing.

Fortunately, he died immediately.

Zhan Changfeng picked up the jade on his body, his eyes were heavy, and it was difficult for him to make a decision for a while.

The Gongsun family actually had contact with the people in the Si Xun mansion.

(End of this chapter)