Chapter 158

The mountains and plains outside the courtyard.

When the dazzling light fades, the roaring sound gradually dissipates, and everything here returns to calm again.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, slowly there were a few bird calls beginning to sing on the branches. Zhao Jiuge watched Bai Qingqing swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. It was too violent. If the magic weapon was to deal with himself, even if he would not be as defenseless as a vulture, he would not be as helpless as a vulture.

She easily killed the vulture's white green face without any fluctuation. She stroked her own green silk, and inserted the jade hairpin which was extremely powerful and terrifying into her hair again. At this time, she looked peaceful and far away, without the enchanting feeling of the past.

However, Zhao Jiuge just burst out of this idea was broken, Bai Qingqing suddenly took a look at Zhao Jiuge, rolled his white eyes and said, "what are you looking at? I haven't seen such a powerful side of my sister."

Zhao Jiuge suddenly which mouth speechless, helpless twitch on the face, in the heart secretly murmurs. Bai Qingqing, who said a word to Zhao Jiuge, quickly took out the small bottle of blue and white porcelain, held it in his hand, and gently poured out a small huandan into his palm. Then, two white and slender fingers picked up the dark red xiaohuandan and sent it to the cherry mouth full of temptation.

"Let's go. Let's go in and find Han Songcheng. Only by killing him can we finish the task." As he spoke, he slowly approached Zhao Jiuge. Just now, in order to solve the vulture as soon as possible, he did not hesitate to use the spirit weapon in his hand. To know that the greater the power of the spirit weapon, the more stringent the conditions for using it, and the spiritual power consumed increased by geometric multiples. Now the white green spirit power has been exhausted.

Zhao Jiuge was excited to pick up those ordinary magic weapons, the twilight sky drum and the bloody sword from the ground, and received his own storage ring. He said to Bai Qingqing with a playful smile, "I know that our Qingqing sister doesn't like these rubbish." It doesn't mean Zhao Jiuge doesn't look down on Bai Qingqing. Even if he doesn't need it, he can go back and sell it to the sect to get some tribute. However, he wants to refine one or two practical magic weapons before the horse selection meeting. Besides, the number of flying swords required is too high. Besides, the main thing is to get a good sword embryo so that the quality of the flying sword can be high.

"Look at your virtue, just a little pursuit." Bai Qingqing looks down on his face, and is used to Zhao Jiuge's insincerity. " Well, put away your things and we'll go. You'll be careful. I don't have any spiritual power to help you. Now I'll wait for the effect of xiaohuandan. "

Bai Qingqing is also an expert in art. In the case of Han Songcheng, he resolutely uses spiritual tools to kill vultures. Even if his spiritual power is exhausted, he will not hesitate to do so. It is because there is a Zhao Jiuge beside him.

After receiving things, the contented Zhao Jiuge ordered a little, and learned to pour out xiaohuandan with a grain in his mouth.

There was a faint smell of medicine in his nose, but a pungent smell in his mouth, but the effect was also very obvious. Only about 50% of his spiritual power began to recover rapidly, which made Zhao Jiuge, who discovered the situation, brightened his eyes.

All of a sudden, the sound coming from the gate of the courtyard immediately attracted the two people's eyes.

Han Songcheng, who is recovering his spiritual power in the room, hears the sad and angry voice of the vulture. He has a bad idea in his heart. He can't care to recover his spiritual power any more. He goes out of the room and runs to the flat bottom on the mountain outside.

At the moment, Han Songcheng, dressed in a blue shirt and carrying a long gray sword, looked at everything around him in surprise and fear. He didn't expect that in a short time, his team and vultures would all die.

Looking at the scene of blood stained grass and broken arms on the ground, he didn't need to know how miserable the previous battle was. Although he didn't see the body of vultures, he could know what his fate was just listening to the voice.

Han Songcheng, who has been in huanghualing for 20 years, is left alone in one day. Looking around him at the moment, he has a feeling of holding a sword and looking around at two boundless places.

However, at the moment when he saw Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, his anger suddenly turned into anger. Zhang long, Luo Xuqing, vultures and other familiar faces appeared in Han Songcheng's mind. Although those people were his own subordinates, they had been together for many years. After all, people had feelings. Han Songcheng wanted to kill Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing for thousands of dollars Cut.

Before the vulture's death, the words that you should not die constantly hit Han Songcheng's heart, which made him panic. In fact, the vulture misunderstood Han Songcheng. Although he cherished his life and wanted to recover his spiritual power to fight in the peak state, what he didn't expect was that the vulture was so vulnerable that he didn't delay for long. First of all, his plan was to use magic array And Zhang long and others trapped him. Finally, he and vulture's spiritual power recovered almost, and they were killing them. But now, who knows, when he comes out, it's too late for him to be angry and angry.

"Ah, ah I'm going to cut you two little bastards into pieces. " Han Songcheng screamed madly. His eyes were red and bloodshot. His long hair was scattered. His long gray sword was waving.

Looking at Han Songcheng, who was possessed by ordinary demons, their expressions were different.Zhao Jiuge responded with a smile,

Bai Qingqing sneered.

Zhao Jiuge doesn't have any psychological burden for such inhumane dog scum. Maybe Zhao Jiuge will be soft hearted to ask Zhao Jiuge to kill a dog. However, Zhao Jiuge has no sense of killing Han Songcheng, who is not as good as a dog because in his eyes, Han Songcheng is just a tribute.

With a smile, Zhao Jiuge looks at the crazy Han Songcheng. Before he takes the lead, he meets him. At this moment, Zhao Jiuge's fighting spirit is soaring unprecedentedly.

In the middle period of building the foundation environment, Zhao Jiuge was fearless. He wanted a painful battle and wanted to see the benefits of actual combat!

Boom.

It's still before people arrive. In the middle of the foundation construction realm, the aura of spiritual power is the first to come out. The air drops a few degrees at this moment. The golden aura is surrounded by ice blue fog. Since entering the cold sky sword Gang spirit pulse, Zhao Jiuge is more and more fond of fighting. When fighting, Zhao Jiuge directly weakens the opponent with the spirit momentum.

Hum, a cold hum came from Han Songcheng's nose. His eyes narrowed for a while and then returned to the original state. He was worried that Bai Qingqing had no place to vent his anger. Seeing that Bai Qingqing's spiritual power had been exhausted, he had already thought about how to kill the boy and how to torture the goblin. Thinking of this, Han Songcheng's Scarlet eyes flashed a little fire Hot.

Another fierce spirit power came into the sky, and the gray spiritual power surged into the sky like waves. Han Songcheng didn't pay any attention to the boy who was lower than himself. Then the two momentum without any pattern or any skill collided together.

Around the trees Shua Shua sound constantly, the grass on the ground are bending around the thin body. The momentum of the two men was even as strong as that of the others! Han Songcheng turned his eyebrows secretly. He was surprised why this scene appeared. It must be strange.

Fortunately, he has recovered 80% of his spiritual power. Facing a Bai Qingqing who has exhausted his spiritual power, and Zhao Jiuge, whose accomplishments are lower than himself, Han Songcheng asks himself that he is confident that he can retreat even if he is eccentric. This is his confidence in his own strength for so many years.

The skill he practiced was called withered wood Jue. His spiritual power was gray, just like the name of the skill. He learned it with a monk when he was young, and became a master. However, when Han Songcheng knew the second half of the skill and the man who was nominally his master did not teach him, he attacked his master cruelly and finally used it Life threatening master hands over the second half of the skill. When he got the second part of the martial arts, he mercilessly killed people and killed his division, and made such a tragic thing.

Zhao Jiuge moved his body and stepped on his steps. He held a green plum sword with the tip of the sword pointing at him. He rushed to Han Songcheng in a murderous manner. The wind all the way blew the hair on his pretty face.

After Zhao Jiuge saw Bai Qingqing's fighting style, he also liked this feeling, in order to stop the force and fight violence with violence.

Han Songcheng looked at all this coldly. He was just a little boy. How about his aura? He wasted his spiritual power.

When he saw Zhao Jiuge approaching, he could already feel the edge of the blue sword. Han Songcheng's spiritual power was just about to come out, pouring out from the gray sword in his hand.

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM.

Seven times in a row, the two swords made a sound. When the last sound fell and the aftersound was not gone, Han Songcheng's blue shirt cracked. The hem of his clothes was cut by the sword spirit and fell to the ground. The whole person stepped back a few steps, and the sword in his right hand felt stiff, and a deep chill was surging in his hand.

Han Songcheng, who was already a little crazy and could not bear the murderous spirit, was suddenly awakened by the cold, and the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

In the end, Han's spirit wave is not as bad as his own, but he's not as frightened as he is. Eyes twinkle, looking for the angle of escape, count them two fierce! If you leave huanghualing, you will not believe that you have no place to go. If you don't have your subordinates, you can be carefree in the world.

With this idea in his heart, Han Songcheng had no desire to continue fighting. While fighting Zhao Jiuge, he quietly moved to an empty place.

When Zhao Jiuge is forced to open by a sword, and his back is not facing Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge, Han Songcheng fiercely holds the gray sword and waves three swords. Then he does not turn back. He controls the gray sword fish empty, and he has to step on the flying sword to escape.

Zhao Jiuge didn't like what he wanted. When he found out Han Songcheng's intention, his eyebrows frowned and the Dharma of the Sanskrit holy body was used quickly. The two golden dragon dragons in his body rose from the sky in a moment. After such a long time of cultivation, the two golden dragons had already recovered.

Han Songcheng stepped on the gray sword and felt the chilling chill and danger behind him. However, he did not dare to turn back, for he was afraid that his turn would delay his escape time. However, the sense of danger poured into his heart, and he could not be indifferent. The grey aura twined around his body and used his spirit outside The body protecting spirit armor is changed outside the force.The two golden dragons caught up with Han Songcheng in a flash. In Zhao Jiuge's wide pupil, they hit Han Songcheng's back violently. The body armor had already broken in an instant. Then Han Songcheng, who was shining brilliantly on his body, was hit more than ten meters away. The gray sword in the air fell because he lost his control.

Han Songcheng, who fell to the ground in confusion, vomited blood continuously. There was a big depression in the spine of his back. Fortunately, his physical constitution was different from that of ordinary people. There was no big obstacle and there was no danger to his life. The aura on his body had already disappeared after being dimmed. The previous body protecting spirit armor with external spiritual power resisted most of the attacks and saved his life Now he is too weak to use spiritual power to fight. His meridians are seriously injured. Han Songcheng, lying down on the ground, finds out his physical condition, and his heart is completely destroyed.

Sure enough, a moment later, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, who has recovered some spiritual power after swallowing xiaohuandan, catch up with them, holding flying swords in their hands and looking at Han Songcheng who is weak and embarrassed on the ground.

Zhao Jiuge's right foot fiercely kicked Han Songcheng's body, and roared, "you've continued to run. You've done so many evil things to bully the people. You want to run away."

After being kicked, Han Songcheng's body just trembled for a few times, and then returned to a motionless state. His face, which was already flowing with blood, took a big mouthful.

Han Songcheng wrung his eyebrows and coughed painfully. He moved his body hard. He seemed to want to get up. His mouth was open. His lips moved slightly. He should still want to speak.

Just when Zhao Jiuge thinks it's Han Songcheng, a dog jerk, who still wants to continue to do it, the scene of Zhao Jiuge's jaw startled appears.

"Please spare me, young Xia. I will never dare to do it again. Give me a chance." Finish with the injured body hard turn over and kneel down to the ground. Two hands clasping hands for collection.

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