Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

There are not many choices left for Lu Zhengqiu.

The Emei thorn in his hand was just picked up in the arsenal, and it has not been carefully polished, and there is crimson rust on the tip of the thorn.

This was originally a weapon for women's self-defense, and he didn't take advantage of it, but the length was just enough to hide it in his sleeve, so he picked it up just in case.

Now, this random weapon has become his only life-saving straw.With only a rusty short thorn, he confronted Ren Lan's sword array.

Ren Lan's anger was burning, and under her melancholy and forbearing expression, she hid her long-suppressed anger. Her tenderness was only shown to her clansmen, and she only showed her fierce and unreserved mercy to the rest of the people who tried to destroy the stability of the Yushan clan. killing intent.

It's not in her nature.Her mind is naturally calm and delicate, and she rarely fights with others. She has studied medicine and pharmacology since she was a child, and she knows nothing about warfare.However, nine years ago, the news of Yue Changsong's tragic death in a foreign land came back to Yushan. Her parents and elder brother were also in the team slaughtered by the emperor. She knelt outside Feng Tingjian's door all night, asking to be admitted to the teacher's door and practice martial arts .

She held up the cold knife and gun, and thick calluses gradually formed on her slender fingers.

She gradually forgot the prescriptions for saving lives and healing the wounded, but beheaded one enemy after another by the Ganyi River.

Nine years have carved her into a tough and stubborn guardian, just like the scimitar in her hand, deep and restrained, but never stingy with sharpness.

If life is a rope bridge, then she chooses to move forward without hesitation and never looks back.

Lu Zhengqiu wrestled with her more than ten moves, fighting and retreating.

Her blade is sharp and has a weight of ten thousand tons. Lu Zhengqiu is very familiar with this. It is the weight left when a person's life is distorted and he has to give up himself.

Even so, he said in a pause between withdrawing his sword: "Ren Lan, your sword technique is too blunt. It seems that you really don't have the talent to practice martial arts."

"It's not your turn to judge me! You treacherous and shameless villain!"

Ren Lan roared angrily, and once again drew her sword, the sword formation behind her also followed her footsteps and tightened rapidly, approaching aggressively in an airtight formation.

Lu Zhengqiu has already retreated to the edge of the cliff, if he is distracted again, maybe the next moment, he will fall from this altar into the abyss.

Falling from such a height, even he would inevitably die.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the goddess statue above his head, his awe-inspiring figure covered half of the sky, and the black bird on his shoulder seemed to be flying in the clouds.

There was a smile on his lips.

For those who have died once, death is not a poison, but a good medicine.

As long as you endure the short-term pain, you can embrace the sweet relief. You don't have to bear that weight anymore, you don't have to struggle in the mud, dragging your scarred arms, and you still have to raise your blade high.

But he didn't die.

With a sudden burst of strength from his fingertips, he swung his hand and pushed Ren Lan's blade away with a short short thorn.

But he only blocked Ren Lan alone, and the seven people in the sword array immediately filled Ren Lan's vacancy, and caught up with him from all directions.

This is the water-dividing array that Ren Lan is proud of. The seven swords gather together to form a shape, and even the raging water can be cut and split.

Lu Zhengqiu did not hide, he is not flowing water after all, there is no direction to escape.

But he didn't give up either, he met the first sword from the front, and used the Emei thorn to hold the strong sword tip.

Though he is not water, yet he is harder than water.The iron objects collided, sparks burst out, and the first sword was actually pressed back by him.

The warrior holding the sword didn't expect that he still had a back move, and hastily withdrew his sword to stab again, but Lu Zhengqiu had already circled to his side, locking the short thorn towards his shoulder at an alarming speed.

He didn't see Lu Zhengqiu's movements clearly at all, he just dodged by instinct. Although he avoided the blow on the shoulder, the soles of his feet were in disarray. withdrawn.

The water-dividing array was no longer tight, revealing a short-term flaw, at this moment, Lu Zhengqiu had already made a move.

The Emei thorn is not just a simple steel thorn, it can be transformed into a thousand shapes because of its simplicity.Used as a knife, it can get close to the enemy's body and attack by surprise; used as a stick, it can be retracted and retracted freely, and move the universe;

The Emei thorn in Lu Zhengqiu's hand shot out like an arrow, sticking to the palm of the opposite person, and passed the first person's tiger's mouth impartially.

Bleeding flowers flew from the back of the man's hand immediately, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The "arrow" immediately stabbed at the second person's hand, as if he had eyes.

What is accurate is not the "arrow", but the sword array itself.In order for the seven swords to be retracted and fired at the same time, and their spirits to be unified, they have already trained a strict tacit understanding, and even their hands are at the same height.

This was their strength, but now it has become their biggest weakness.

Seven well-trained warriors were unexpectedly attacked by a short thorn, and the formation collapsed in an instant.

"As long as it is a formation, there are flaws. You are too eager for success, and instead exposed the flaws to me." Lu Zhengqiu said very flatly.

He broke the sword formation at the cost of the Emei stab, and a sword in the formation fell into his hands somehow.

There is no flaw in his words or his actions.If this place is a battlefield, the seven people on the opposite side may have died at this time.

But he just stood there and talked with them calmly, as if he was teaching his own students.

Ren Lan was furious: "You are still putting on airs until now, you have no qualifications to be a master at all!"

Lu Zhengqiu pulled out a sword flower in his hand, and swung her attack away: "It's the same with you, you have more sword skills but not enough heart."

With just a few moves, he has figured out Ren Lan's background. Her saber technique lacks aura and lacks talent, and she relies on formation and strength to make up for it.Based on her aptitude alone, if she hadn't been extremely diligent and fearless of hard work, she would never have been able to reach her current level.If possible, he even wanted to give her some advice.

But she just wanted to kill him.

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help sighing in his heart, he swung the long sword in his hand, and continued to stalemate with Ren Lan's scimitar.His energy was gradually exhausted, and the strange fatigue from last night once again visited his limbs and bones. For him, Yushan was really not a suitable place to stay for a long time.

He seized the opponent's flaw, poured all his strength into the sword, raised his arm high, and slashed down at the scimitar.

With a loud clang, the scimitar was overwhelmed and shattered into two pieces.Ren Lan had no choice but to take a few steps back, coughed heavily, leaned her shoulders on the rock wall, and knelt down slowly.

Her forearm was cut by fragments, bleeding continuously.

"Alan!" An Qiming hurriedly approached her and held her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Sorry - Lu Zhengqiu said silently in his heart.

His physical strength was also on the verge of limit, so he had no choice but to exert all his strength, just to give himself a chance to escape.

Ren Lan retreated, and the sword array collapsed. At this time, there was no obstacle in front of him.

But the sky above his head suddenly darkened.

The shadow cast by the idol suddenly expanded, as if a black bird spread its wings, turned back from the clouds, and returned to the ground.

It was not a black bird made of stone that spread its wings, but a girl.

Yue Baiyu.

She jumped off the shoulders of the god like she did when they met for the first time.But this time she was not playing for fun, she held a shining dagger in her hand, drawing a sharp lightning bolt in the air.

Her speed was also as fast as lightning, Lu Zhengqiu no longer had the strength to dodge, and let her pounce on him, using the falling momentum to push him to the ground.

The girl's five fingers pinched his shoulder like an eagle's claws, like a goshawk subduing its prey with its talons, and the other hand rested on his neck, pinching the cold short knife on the pulsating pulse.

Lu Zhengqiu's breathing was stagnant, his pulse was beating crazily, veins burst out on his pale skin, as long as the blade was an inch further, blood would rush out.

"Bai Yu, don't kill him yet."

It was Feng Tingjian's voice.