Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 83

The last tower guard 13 years ago was named Fang Zhongyu.

Which Fang Zhongyu?
Naturally, it was Fang Zhongyu from Fangfu, Qinglong District, who was as rich as a country.

The tower guard did not make things difficult for Tang Ge, and he left the stone tower safe and sound.

There was no one on the Holy Elephant Street, filled with depressing horror and silence, even the light of the stars and the moon became cold and chilling, and filled the long street like a layer of frost.

Tang Ge was walking on the street, for some reason he looked a little dull, his soul seemed to be emptied, he was out of his body, wandering around.

On the empty long street, Tang Ge dragged his sword, and the blade slashed across the bluestone floor, making shocking and sharp sounds. He was like a lonely ghost, his shadow stretched by the moonlight, waiting alone its master.

The huge stone pagoda slowly moved away behind him, like a giant, looking down at that tiny figure, walking further and further away.

What did Tang Ge encounter in the stone tower?That mysterious secluded place, and that strange and unpredictable tower keeper, are unknown.

A black shadow flashed a hundred feet behind Tang Ge, even the moonlight could hardly catch it, and his eyes fell on Tang Ge's back.

Tang Ge didn't notice it at all, not as vigilant as before.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and there were bursts of gentle but strange knocking sounds from the top of the stone tower. Just like in the past, it echoed on the long silent street, making people's hair stand on end.

It sounds like a monk beating a wooden fish.

Tang Ge's body shook suddenly, and the darkness in his eyes receded instantly, replaced by indifference and ruthlessness.

The figure in the darkness quietly disappeared, like green smoke, without a sound.

Tang Ge's eyelids moved, and he glanced at the dark corner behind him, with a grim smile on his lips.

The knocking sound continued, Tang Ge stopped in his tracks, the sword in his hand stood on the ground, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if in a trance.

On the long street, this scene is particularly strange.

His arms hung down naturally, and his breath was restrained one by one, letting the night wind blow over the red clothes.

His breathing gradually became weaker, and even the temperature of his body began to drop slowly.

In the dark corner, that ghostly figure reappeared, looking at Tang Ge again with a trace of doubt.

The shadow in the darkness seems to be hesitating, and after a fierce ideological struggle, it is about to step out.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and he looked past Tang Ge's back and looked into the distance, where a figure was slowly approaching.

It was a fat man with a big belly, and his body fat undulated as he walked. The brocade clothes and jade robes showed his aura of wealth.

The knocking sound from the stone tower had stopped at some point. This night, the three people who appeared on the Holy Elephant Street made the night look even more gloomy and desolate.

Ghosts hiding in dark corners.

Tang Ge in a state of suspended animation.

The fat man walking towards him... Fang Zhongyu.

During this long night, Fang Zhongyu's appearance changed drastically, with a sinister grin instead of a sleek smile.

The shadow in the corner recognized Fang Zhongyu, his pupils shrank suddenly when he saw his look like a different person, and he suddenly thought of a terrible thing.

Fang Zhongyu's speed was very slow, but very regular. He walked towards Tang Ge step by step. The moonlight shone on his fat face, showing a weird smile.

He stared at Tango with his eyes closed tightly, feeling his body without the slightest warmth and breath, his smile became more and more intense, and the two eyes as big as soybeans suddenly flashed a faint green color.

"how is this possible?"

A low groan sounded from the dark corner, and the faint green color in Fang Zhongyu's eyes made him tremble, which could not be dispelled in his mind for a long time.

Fang Zhongyu stared at Tang Ge as if he was looking at prey in a cage. With some effort, his hands were behind his back, and he circled around Tang Ge.

The Purple Gold Sword in Tang Ge's hand hung quietly.

"I didn't expect you to fall into my hands."

After turning around a few times, Fang Zhongyu stared at Tang Ge's handsome young face, and slowly leaned forward, the distance between them was only an inch.

"The young master uncle of Kunlun Mountain is nothing more than that."

"I really don't understand, why did that guy named Pei let you go down the mountain?"

"Oh, it's sad."

Fang Zhongyu stared at the face that was close at hand, and whispered to himself, the smile on his face suddenly became cold.

"I don't know why you came to me and gave me this finger."

Fang Zhongyu raised his left hand, with a purple gold finger on the thumb, shining coldly under the moonlight.

He raised his head and stared at the fingers through the moonlight, his eyes became more and more cold.

"who are you?"

"Do you know who I am?"

These two questions were very strange. The smile on Fang Zhongyu's face gradually disappeared, and his face became sad instead. He stared at the finger puller on his thumb, unable to regain his senses for a long time.

"Forget it, I don't understand, you are a disaster, I should kill you first."

Fang Zhongyu seemed to like talking to himself very much. He looked at Tang Ge again, killing intent appeared in his eyes, and then a dark green color gushed out again.

Suddenly a green light emerged from his palm, and the palm was bent into a claw. Under the wrap of the green light, it was like a magic blade, and it grabbed Tang Ge's throat.

A strange smile appeared on his face again.

But after only a moment, the smile froze, and the color of fear overflowed his pupils instantly. His eyes rolled in the soybean-sized eye sockets, and he saw a slender hand holding his wrist firmly like iron clamps. Buckle up.

The hand covered with green light was only half a finger away from Tange's throat, but he could no longer move.

Suddenly, a powerful sword energy flowed from the purple-gold Tianlu sword along Tang Ge's arm into the sea of ​​energy. At the same time, the purple-gold sword light on the sword gradually dimmed.

Tang Ge's eyes were like ten thousand years of ice in the north, as if his blood would be frozen to death with just one look.

Fang Zhongyu's whole body trembled suddenly, and he said in a trembling voice, "You...how could that be?"

"You really have a problem."

Tang Geqing stared into Fang Zhongyu's eyes and said, "The real Fang Zhongyu was killed by you a long time ago, right?"

Fang Zhongyu looked ashen, and said: "Who are you? How did you break my formation? Why did your breath become so much stronger in an instant?"

"You have so many questions."

Tang Ge's tone was flat, but he had endless oppressive power. Although Fang Zhongyu was much fatter than him, at this moment he was like an ant, letting him be slaughtered.

What made Fang Zhongyu even more desperate was that when Tang Ge clasped his wrist, he found that the true qi in his body became disordered, as if countless sword qi were destroying his sea of ​​qi.

A purple-gold sword light flashed through Fang Zhongyu's eyes, crossing the night.

His throat could no longer make any sound. He slowly lowered his head and looked helplessly at the purple gold sword that penetrated his chest. A mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the brocade robe on his chest red.

The Tianlu sword pierced Fang Zhongyu's heart, and his head drooped powerlessly, with despair and unwillingness, he was no longer breathing between his mouth and nose.

Tang Ge's face turned pale. His hand passed across Fang Zhongyu's wrist, passed his thumb, and took off the purple gold finger ring. It was given to Fang Zhongyu by himself, and now he took it back with his own hands.

Fang Zhongyu's obese body fell backwards, and the Tianlu sword was slowly drawn out.

When the tip of the sword left Fang Zhongyu's chest, hot blood suddenly spurted out. Tang Ge moved decisively to avoid it. Fang Zhongyu's body fell to the ground, and the blood stained the area several feet away.

Tang Ge glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, then looked away, and said coldly: "You have seen enough of the theater, come out."

As the voice fell, footsteps came from the dark corner, and a black figure walked out slowly.

Blood dripped from the blade of the Tianlu Sword, and a faint green awn was faintly visible in the blood.

The man in black had a golden flame totem on his chest. He stared at Tang Ge's back and said, "You already knew I was here?"

Tang Ge turned around slowly, and said: "Commander Qingyan, shouldn't you just jump out and kill me, why are you still hiding in the dark and refusing to show your face?"

The man in black is Qingyan, the head of the ghosts, and he said: "That was a long time ago task, it has already been revoked, so it doesn't count."

Tang Ge said: "I know, I asked you to kill Chi Jing at the price of Xue Bodhi, but there was no result. I still want to know who asked you to follow me?"

Qing Yan said: "Tonight, I just felt that something would happen here, so I appeared."

Tang Ge raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you always by my side?"

Qingyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and said: "You..."

Tang Ge raised his hand and said again: "Don't say too much."

Qingyan nodded slowly, her eyes flickering.

Tang Ge asked: "Now can we say who sent you here?"

Qing Yan said: "It's Mr. Pei."

Tang Ge's eyes fluctuated slightly, his palms trembled slightly, and a sword qi roared out, shaking away the blood on the Tianlu sword. He glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked, "Who is he?"

Qingyan walked towards Fang Zhongyu's corpse, his steps were very light, as if he was floating forward, he stared at the bloodless face, and said: "He should be a human body with three bodies in the Netherworld."

(End of this chapter)