Chapter 148 is optimistic, this sword, Qi Canghuang (seeking subscription)

Boss.

In the night breeze, the youngest power minister in the court was stunned, because of this title, even more, because of the optimism and chicness of the teenager's smile.

Boss ...

It has been many years, and I have not heard others so much. Du Yuanchun stunned, his eyes suddenly warmed up, but on the face, his face was on his face:

"Call Brother."

"Ah?" Qi Ping was a little embarrassed.

Then, I suddenly remembered the night when the two people took the carriage under the academy. I thought that according to the academy, it can indeed be called.

He didn't know yet, Du Yuanchun was a disciple of Mr. Da.

"Brother." Qi Ping wiped the blood in the corner of his mouth, and his smile was bright.

Du Yuanchun laughed, his palm, spit out the warm real Yuan, and pressed the power of the restlessness in the lower body, and immediately threw a white Dan pill out of the cuffs:

"Eat it, nourish the injury."

Qi Ping took over: "Next ..."

Du Yuanchun patted his shoulder, stepped behind him, and walked towards the Changjie Sword Qi Center:

"Next, give it to my brother."

"bite!"

In the sound of metal friction, Qi Ping found that under the middle -aged man's black and red robe, the other hand, holding a sword.

The sword body is well -proportioned, and the color is silver and white, as if in the sky and the moon, the sword tip broke the blue stone road, and it is clearly not to work. With the sharpness of the blade itself, the long sword marks are cut.

This is his first time, seeing Du Yuanchun's sword.

The fierce sword qi raged in the middle of the long street, but when it was disappeared after all, the strong robe strong was not killed by this sword qi, but it was obviously extremely embarrassed.

Qi Ping took a few steps back and swallowed Danmaru into his belly. In a few breathing, his body warmed it.

The pores were no longer bleeding, and the broken meridians began to repair. He was a little surprised by the magic of the elixir in the world, but I didn't know, this seemingly unusual Danmaru, how precious.

He just raised his head and looked forward.

In the wind, the dense horseshoe sound came from the distance, and it collided with weapons. It was the surrounding forces that patrolled nearby.

After all, they are only supporting roles of this play, no, audience.

"Keke ..."

The smoke scattered, and the gray robe people maintain a defensive attitude and stand in place.

There are many cracks on the robe on the body, overflowing a little blood, but it seems that it has not been severely injured.

Du Yuanchun raised his eyebrows, some surprised, even if the sword was just in a hurry and hit a hit, it should not only be the damage.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not simple.

"... kill the sword."

The gray robe coughed a sip of blood sputum, shocked and shocked, and did not understand why Du Yuanchun arrived as soon as possible.

However, Xu Wei had given him too much suspicion tonight. At this moment, he quickly adjusted his mood and looked at the black red brocade robe, complicated his tone, spit out the word.

Kill the sword ... Is it the name of the sword, it feels like it, it is more like a human nickname ... Qi Ping wondered.

After listening to Du Yuanchun calmly: "You recognize me."

The gray robe laughed and did not try to escape. At this moment, he dropped the teenager who was hiding in the corner, and the silent recovery of the young man. In the cold eyes, only one town was left with one person.

"Recognition, of course, in the rivers and lakes, who can think of the blue shirt swordsman of that year, the prestigious 'killing sword', now became the dog's dog?"

Du Yuanchun had no expression, his eyes, and the thin frost covered with him paused and said:

"Who are you?"

"That's my master."

Du Yuanchun's "Oh" sound, commented: "You are far worse than your master, and you can't learn from your sword."

The gray robe was angry and felt insulted.

Hanshuang Sword ... As a martial arts practitioner, the well -known martial arts have also been extremely brilliant. Until many years ago, a young green shirt swordsman came to the door and set up a life and death with his master.

The old cold sword was only supported by three swords, so he was seriously injured and defeated.

This is of course just a grudge in rivers and lakes. The vulgar and boring section is also the same as the "killing sword" countless combat.

But for the pro -calendar, it is completely different memory.

"I want to be taught today, and my once -killed sword has been in the imperial court, and there are still a few skills left."

The gray robe man said fiercely that from the waist, he pulled out a thin sword wrapped into a belt.

Du Yuanchun said: "I am a magical power."

The gray robe laughed, and the breath changed suddenly. Under the gray robe, the muscles were bulging, the shape of the body skyrocketed, the faint blood was filled, the breath breathed, and the rising rising.

Tiandi Yuan Qi is chaotic.

In the night, a "click" sounded, as if it broke a certain yoke.

The night wind set off his hood, crushed the face towel, and revealed a very special middle -aged man's face.

Qi Ping was lying in his heart, mad ... Seeing crazy.

The strong breath permeated, and he pushed his breath. At this moment, he seemed to return to the rainy day of the river feast, lay on the roof of the small building, and felt the asphyxia of the black cloud.

Magic!

He is magical!

Qi Ping's brain is blank, and his heart is infinitely grateful. If the gray robe people have unlocked their magical power before, he can't support the arrival of Du Yuanchun anyway.

As for why the power is suppressed, it is not difficult to think about it. When it is recalled that Lin Wu's tragic situation, this kind of secret method that forcibly breaks into the Great Realm, the price cannot be underestimated.

Can the gray robe be used only to kill themselves?

But now, the other party encountered Du Yuanchun, a real magical state, so he never chooses anymore, but he can only do a good fight.

"Shinto ..." In the middle of the long street, the free and easy swordsman raised his eyebrows in the black and red robe, and his voice was low:

"You have also joined the old forest."

His tone is certain.

It seems that it is very determined that this secret method only knows that the mysterious rivers and lakes organizations know.

The people's atmosphere of gray robe rose, and the cold at the feet spread to all directions, covering the floor of the bluestone, covered with white frost and snow.

"I know you are investigating us and defeating me, and I tell you everything I want to know." He said with a mockery.

In the sound of "click", the surface of the thin sword in your hand, all sections, blooming bright blue ice flowers.

Qi Ping's heart was stunned, and decisively retreated.

In this level of battle, Yu Bo is enough to hurt himself.

At the same time, Du Yuanchun's voice sounded in his ear:

"Remember, did I say to you last time? In this case, if you do well, I will give you an opportunity, wait, I will be optimistic."

An opportunity?

What to see? Qi Ping opened his mouth and wanted to ask, but at this time, the gray robe was moved. He raised the soft sword in his hand and stabbed straight forward.

There is no illness like a phantom, and there is no collision of the knife and soldiers.

It's just a thorn in the air.

I do n’t know if it is an illusion. At this moment, the time seems to have slowed a lot, and the sword tip stabbed straight into the night, and the air was frozen.

"Click ..."

As if the dragon fell in winter, in the night wind, the raindrops that were scattered instantly condensed into snowflakes.

Plof fluttering, one after another.

The cold wind was cold and thorough, Qi Ping had a spirit of excitement, and was shocked to find that the edge of your boots had light frost and snow blowing.

A sword becomes frost.

This is not his impression of martial arts.

This is the way of fighting in the field of magical powers.

Qi Ping suddenly woke up, why is the magical power the most critical threshold in the practice world. In the past, he simply believed that it was the divineness of the realm of supernatural power.

The technique of mastering is stronger, and the body is transformed stronger.

That's just.

Just like the short collision of He Yan, but it was not until this moment that he realized that it was wrong, the power of supernatural power was not just these.
To be continued...