Chapter 787 – Folding Feiyan Battles Yellow Springs Sect’s Saint Son
Chapter 787 – Folding Feiyan Battles Yellow Springs Sect’s Saint Son
Han Jiulang in mid-air seemed to have heard someone shouting, the house-sized white-furred Hanging Eyes, one-horned fierce tiger under his seat suddenly stopped, the square sky painting halberd in his hand flashed a glazed Ying turn of light, and he fiercely turned back, with two handfuls of yellow hairs flying on his temples, and a hint of sternness flashing in his eyes, a moment of aura, which is horrifying.
Behind the two hundred riding star army order to follow the stop, a moment of tiger whistles shake the sky, the fury of the people.
The entire street is instantly silent, countless martial artists can not help but stop, tilting their heads to watch, eyes showing fear.
Xin Zhuo three people seemed to have become a target, Gou Prophet and Li Guangling immediately took a step back, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Only Xin Zhuo looked straight at Han Jiulang, he wanted to see what this brat had in mind and what he had changed into.
This look, some disappointment, in addition to the face or that face, completely like a different person, no longer have the slightest hint of familiarity at the beginning.
Han Jiulang and his eyes, a moment also some out of focus, seems to be very puzzled, and then as if unwilling to meet with the general knowledge of the nameless pawns, with the ministry blinking disappeared in front of the ten thousand palaces.
Until Han Jiulang disappeared for a while, the street only returned to normal, a group of people cold sweat wet back, muttering open, someone said.
“Rumor has it, at the end of the ancient times, the last great emperor fell and sat down, all the races are in turmoil, looting the world, the great emperor under the seat of the thousand sparrow supreme, ordered the world of martial arts to form a star army, stationed in the nine divisions of the sea, blocking the invasion of all the races, at the beginning of the nine divisions of the star army can be all the ruthless people, each cultivating physical, refining the pure martial arts, even to this day, it is not a good deal, just now this nine divisions of the army of the Marshal, it is really majestic and sturdy, chilling to the eyes.”
Another person said: “Those who only practice physical fitness and are known for their strength, it seems that there is also the Wu Huang Clan of the East Prosperity Great Plains!”
That person laughed: “Coincidentally, I heard that before the Middle and Ancient Ages, the Ten Thousand Clans resided in the East of the East Sea and the South of the Nine Divisions Sea in the East Prospect Great Plains, and both the Wu Huang Clan and the Nine Divisions Star Army were the pioneers that stopped the Ten Thousand Clans, and the two families didn’t get along with each other!”
Someone said, “Isn’t that a coincidence? The young lord of the Wu Huang Clan has also arrived.”
As soon as the words fell, no one spoke again, it’s fine to talk behind their backs, but once the two families really clashed, what’s the point of a lowly martial artist like us chewing our tongue behind our backs?
As the crowd dispersed, Prophet Gou came to Xin Zhuo’s side and let out a sigh of emotion, “You seem to recognize that Ninth Division Star Army General?”
Xin Zhuo didn’t say anything.
Since he knew that the incident was just a group of people’s trial, other people aside, he always hid a trace of hope in the bottom of his heart, thinking that maybe Cui Ying’er will be different, but today he saw Han Jiulang, all hope in his heart has disappeared.
There is no difference, people are still those people but not those people.
Han Jiulang, who was a big kid back then, made him feel a little depressed.
If he revealed his identity, he didn’t even know how this kid Han Jiulang would react, after all, he himself was an iron blooded high realm martial artist, he was too different from himself, but back then he was a small horse under his command, would he be so enraged that he would casually kill himself?
Perhaps …… only his own strong, powerful to the point of fear, is the best choice in his Xin Zhuo life, can not have illusions about anyone, no one is worth relying on.
“Gossip is not mentioned.” Li Guangling came up and said: “Xian Di, come to the Holy City but you want to come, now that you have arrived, what do you have in mind? Where do we start, you draw a road, let’s do it as soon as possible, do it as soon as possible to go!”
Prophet Gou also said: “Words of wisdom!”
Xin Zhuo looked around, and for a moment did not know where to start, so he could only say: “Let’s walk around first.”
On the street that spanned dozens of stripes, there were flowers everywhere, crowds of people rubbing shoulders one after another, and all of them were in brocade robes, or majestic and solemn or arrogant and domineering, that is, the female maidservants that followed behind them were also all spiritually beautiful and forceful, so that if they were not careful, they might bump into an ordinary martial artist who did not have the chance to ask to see the elders of the holy land, the cave heaven’s true legend, or the lord of the peak of one of the super sects outside.
No matter how heavenly in appearance and superbly talented you are, you can’t afford to mess with them if you can’t reach that height.
And the street on both sides of the palace, it is a taller than a gorgeous, extravagant, today’s style, ancient, ancient style everything, even if it is a hook bar is also a palace, a tavern is also a small palace, and occasionally see a place is not a cave disciple operation is the holy land elders to watch over.
In this way, the “holy city” has become some real holy.
In such a place, the mentality is very easy to strange changes, eyes are also very easy to see flowers.
Especially in front of a huge palace stone workshop, in front of the gate is set up densely various types of famous embryo stone, a group of martial artists in public selection, the scene open cut.
And next door, a fragrant palace, a group of elegant young girls, just like the bee butterfly general shuttle to and fro, some handsome and suave big clan male son sitting, sipping tea and talk about the sky, there is beauty on the side.
Turning a street, another gambling house, a group of martial artists throwing thousands of dollars, blocking the stone, using the true source.
So, walking, Gou Prophet and Li Guangling two old ghosts do not know where to run.
Xin Zhuo also lazy to find, simply walk forward, this way not idle, he is thinking about the cost-effective maximization of the real source, absorbed into the “moon bag”, but also can not attract attention.
When night falls, the street lit up a bright sea day stone lamp, followed by the whole city is lit up.
The moonlight in the sky is like a silk veil, the ground is like daytime in the Holy City, colorful palaces and densely packed martial artists and women, it is really mesmerizing.
Unconsciously, walked to a lake in the heart of the city, it is hard to imagine that this holy city in the middle of the mountain actually have a lake. The lake is ten miles wide, the long can not see the end, a huge sword straight inserted in the heart of the lake, circling around a sword shadow, flying back and forth, a moment to a very high night sky, a moment to scurry into the bottom of the lake, rolled up a large area of the waves.
These sword shadows alone can kill all Hun Yuan Void martial artists.
On the surface of the lake where the waves rolled, dozens of huge flower boats swayed, their hulls flickering with wisps of martial rhythms, not fearing the sword shadows in the slightest.
The side of the lake was filled with people watching the scenery, all of them talking loudly.
Xin Zhuo squatted down and washed his hands, then looked out at the end of the center of the lake, where there is a huge lofty palace, brightly lit, emitting a terrible pressure, but if you look closely, there is a kind of tranquility that makes the mind and soul quiet and quiet.
“What is that place?” He subconsciously asked a person next to him.
Only after asking did he realize that this person was also an acquaintance, the very same Qin Wuji that he had seen on the road during the day. Qin Wuji smiled blandly: “Tai Chong Holy Land’s disciples in this place are stationed at the palace, is it that you feel that there is a sense of peace and tranquility even though there is a threatening pressure on your body?”
Xin Zhuo nodded: “Indeed!”
Qin Wuji said: “Taichong Holy Land, the creation of countless years, masters like clouds, specializing in the cultivation of the Zhou Tian sword art and the Infinite Sword Escape, the disciples of the disciples is extremely difficult to deal with, but usually do not compete with people, Taichong well, meaning extremely quiet and harmonious realm, this Taichong Holy Land is most like to come out of the saints.
Saints are difficult to come out, the world’s masters of the old but often say, today’s saints saint generation, the top ten into the saints, when there is too Chong saint folding Feiyan in the list.
This folding Feiyan is a ruthless character, I heard that the repair of the saturated Shouyuan pole, Hunyuan heavenly knife, cultivate the sword of the holy land disciples, but cultivate the knife, she is also counted as a one of a kind.”
Folding Feiyan!
She’s here?
Xin Zhuo mood is a little complicated and feel funny, folding Feiyan is his nominal first explicitly married woman, the most obedient and understanding, who thought she is this kind of identity?
When he saw her now, he was afraid that he would only be able to lift his shoes.
Qin Wuji suddenly looked towards the center of the lake and said: “There is a good show to watch.”
“Good show?” Xin Zhuo said.
Qin Wuji said: “Do you think that so many people run to this Tai Chong Lake to enjoy the scenery?”
After saying that, he pointed in the direction of the opposite Taichong Palace: “Look!”
“Someone from the Tai Chong Holy Land is here!” There were also martial artists around who exclaimed in shock.
They only saw that in the Taichong Palace, a jade leather flying boat broke through the sky, flashed to the center of the lake, and the tail of the boat brought a huge sword shadow to dissipate, transforming into a sky full of flying lotus, with an exotic aroma that was fragrant to the nostrils.
The boat was emitting a glittering light, and between the flying veils, more than a dozen sword-carrying maidens were seen kneeling in the boat.
The center of the lake mist steam, hazy, faintly have fairy music ringing, light and pleasant to the ear, intoxicating.
Suddenly, a figure with a string of shadows, a flash to the front of the boat, a green dress fluttering, delicate posture, thin waist a grip, but the back is straight as a sword, three thousand green silk pulled into a double knife hair bun.
Look at her slightly hazy face, but see the eyebrows as far as daisy, skin as white fat jade, features extremely beautiful and recognizable degree is very high, especially a pair of bright eyes, as if you can see everything.
If the word beauty alone was used to describe her, it was obviously somewhat insufficient.
She is an extremely competent and cold, extremely beautiful and very special temperament of the woman, any woman compared to her, as if they have become vulgar for a few points.
“Tai Chong Holy Maiden Folding Fei Yan!”
“The Heavenly Blade can cut down the Immortals, the three paths argue the true source, two years ago, a blade defeated the Fuxian Palace’s tabooed Pendulum Father and Son, the Tai Chong Holy Maiden’s reputation shook the eight directions, today, when I see her, she is truly unique.”
“What kind of man in the world is worthy of this kind of woman!”
The surrounding martial artists could not help but exchange praises, with admiration and respect on their faces.
“Behind every beautiful woman, there is always a man who is tired of playing with her, it’s a pity that this Taichong Holy Maiden, in the mirror flower and water moon, is cheap to Xin Zhuo that scumbag, let the old man see it, he must kill him.”
Qin Wuji, who had always seemed to have a good grasp of everything and had an extremely deep city on the side, suddenly seemed to have changed as if he had become a different person, his face full of envy and jealousy.
Xin Zhuo was looking at Folding Feiyan, looking at how she was different from before, and sniffed at Qin Wuji.
“What are you looking at? You’re a mortal and vulgar person, I’ll kill you eight hundred times with one sword.”
Qin Wuji’s eyes glared at him grimly for a moment, as if he was going to take his anger out on him, and on the right person.
Xin Zhuo casually said: “I know your White Intestine Fish Sword Qi too, your cultivation spells, I’ve seen them before, you and I should be at about the same realm, you don’t have half a chance of winning, it’s better to be a low profile person!”
Qin Wuji’s eye pupils contracted violently, as if he had heard the most terrifying thing in the world: “What did you say?!”
His voice was loud enough, but it was suppressed by the clamor of the surrounding martial artists.
A man said, “Has the Yellow Springs Sect’s Saint Son, Xiao Jingyi, not arrived yet?”
Another person laughed: “I heard that the Holy Son of the Yellow Springs Sect also uses a sword, the sword comes out like a dragon, instantly thousands of miles, ghosts and shadows of 100,000 follow the sword, once defeated the Holy Maiden of the Withered Sword Cave Heaven, Winnie Jianying, and also chopped up the ancient demonic dragon that devoured 30,000 people on the Thousand Feathers Island in the North Sea, and finished off by eating a bowl of wonton noodles before and after, which took less than half a pillar of incense!”
“This is the reason he challenged the Tai Chong Holy Maiden?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
“Coming!”
Someone pointed into the distance.
Kavan stuck dead, want to write this twist wonderfully, but afraid of collapse, how the protagonist overdo it is a difficult problem, think hard, tomorrow four chapters before ten o’clock in the evening to send out.
(End of this chapter)