The letter had been sent yesterday, and Chen Qiu was locking himself in the room on Qintai.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the shaking light from the cloth bag in his hand, and holding the sword jade in his other hand. He practiced hard in his dream, which was also considered a sharpening of a gun at the last minute.

Chen Qiu was actually not sure whether the two people asking for help would come.

The mountain ghost has a knot in his heart, while Lin Huiyin is busy rescuing his master.

But except for him, Chen Qiu had no other friend who could help him at this time. You can't let Li Yijian come to Suzhou, right?

His martial arts skills are so poor that he does not even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder in the upcoming changes.

"The blacksmith must be strong himself."

In the dream, Chen Qiu sighed, whether Shan Gui and Lin Huiyin would come is not the question we should consider now.

In a few days, he will go to see Wujiujiuzi again and tell him some of his ideas. Since he has made up his mind to participate, he must exert his subjective initiative.

You can't wait passively like a salted fish.

If you can take dominance in your own hands, then no matter what you need to do, it will be much more convenient.

And Chen Qiu has an advantage.

The righteous man not only found him as bait, but also heard that the witch Chen Lan was also treated as another bait.

In other words, it is impossible for the Demon Cult to come to him all at once, and the big gap that Juzi wanted him to attract was the last place in the Tianlist, which was a bit different from other Tianlists.

Chen Qiu guessed that as long as the Wujiujiu master comes quickly, it should not be difficult to keep his peace.

"I decided to stay here, though."

Chen Qiu stood up in his dream, grabbed the heavy shaking light, looked at the mountain ghost phantom in front of him, and said:

"But if you still have to fight alone, you will be truly seeking death. Whether this will happen depends on whether those decent heroes are powerful enough."

"Swish"

His figure floated up, dragging the seven stars to shake light, and swept towards the mountain ghost phantom in front of him. The latter took a sword and swept it, and was blocked by Chen Qiu with a wide blade.

The wrist flipped, and the knife light burst out like a tiger's roar, and the two edges collided, and a spark popped up.

Yaoguang was not easily cut off by Chengying like Hongming's sword. With this magic weapon in his hand, Chen Qiu's offensive changed with it, and the rapid blade turned into the autumn wind around his fingers, and his movement became erratic.

Five swords were cut in a row, and the autumn wind rustled, forcing the mountain ghost to retreat several steps.

"I can win!"

The light suddenly rose in Chen Qiu's eyes.

The 400 acupoints carefully selected in the body are boiling, like fuel rushing into the heart, and sacrificing oneself to decide when the heart beats!

Holding the knife, his speed instantly doubled.

He could see a hint of astonishment under the mountain ghost phantom mask. The sword rose and the blade slashed. Chengying was pressed down. The figure of the mountain ghost suddenly turned, just like a broken waist, and wanted to dodge the quick blade.

"It's now!"

Chen Qiu let go of the hilt of the knife, danced with his hands, and the shadows roared, and more than a dozen erratic palm winds bloomed in front of the mountain ghost's eyes.

In just an instant, he was hit by three palms, and the qi needle entered his body. With the sound of wind and thunder, several balls of blood burst out on Gongsun Yu's chest.

But the sword tip of the Black Light Chengying turned and stabbed Chen Qiu in a diagonal way.

The latter did not dodge or avoid, and let the cold sword blade cut his shoulders, and a left arm soared into the sky.

With the blood splattering everywhere, Chen Qiu became a sword finger and stopped in place. His fingertips had accurately pierced into the left eye socket of the mountain ghost's mask, and waited for the snow to clear the sound of the true qi burst out.

"Bang"

With a dull sound, the phantom of the mountain ghost trembled.

It was like collapsed and the light spots in the sky came into Chen Qiu's fingers.

The self-sacrifice was interrupted, and the redness in Chen Qiu's eyes slowly subsided. The meridians flowed with Xue Ji's mind method, and the riotous true energy was comforted bit by bit.

He looked at the light spot in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face with blood stains.

Sacrifice yourself and you will be done!

With the Shaking Sword, you can kill the mountain ghosts in Taihang Mountains head-on. However, the mountain ghosts have learned internal skills now, and it will definitely be much more difficult to deal with than before.

But no matter what, Chen Qiu had another method to defeat the enemy.

"I just don't know if there is any technique of fighting with each other in this world?"

Chen Qiu looked at his broken shoulder with regret. If he could use different martial arts at the same time, he would not have to abandon his sword and attack him.

The autumn wind sword is paired with the soul-destroying claw or the wind and thunder finger, and the Jueying Seven Killing Technique, which is simply the perfect match for a sudden attack.

“But it doesn’t matter.”

Chen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to grab the light spot that was gathering in front of him, and he said:

"As long as you survive this, you will have enough time to practice. Mountain ghost, mountain ghost, you see that I am so miserable now, and my relationship is so good, so give me some good things and comfort me...

It’s swordsmanship again, I’m convinced!”

After a few days like this, there was no change in Suzhou City.

However, the number of tourists wearing swords and holding swords has increased greatly, and some things have been caused in the city. The worrying Suzhou Prefecture Order had to send officials to suppress them.

The Southern Dynasty was already in chaos in the court, and the power of the government was really not worth mentioning. Those officials who made a living for money naturally did not dare to provoke these gangsters who killed people in anger.

Therefore, in the past few days, the market in the city seems to have become a little deserted.

In Luoyueqin's platform, the servants also took leave one after another and went back home. This was what Yaoqin ordered before leaving, saying that she would take this opportunity to give the servants a vacation.

The Qintai was a little depressed. While Shen Qiu and the people in the Momen frequently came into contact with each other, in Suzhou City, Xihua’s father Zhang Lan’s injury was almost healed in Suzhou.

He has many beauties in his yard. On weekdays, Zhang Lan always likes to pull them to draw some paintings or hang out with them, but he never gets into a relationship.

So many beauties privately doubt their son's ability to be a man.

Of course, this cannot be said publicly.

Although Zhang Lan is generous to the beauty, the flowers in his yard are so gorgeous, so it is because there are so many "flower fat".

On this day, Zhang Lan was practicing martial arts in the garden.

He was ridiculed by the demon Chen Lan before, and suffered setbacks. Since he recovered from his injury, he began to practice martial arts. The martial arts that were let go of in his early years were also picked up again.

In the yard full of flowers blooming and wealthy, Zhang Lan was wearing a white long gown, her figure flashed among the flowers, and the howling of ghosts and wolves was howling the palm wind.

The corners of his clothes fluttered, he rose up lightly, stepped on the flowers all over the garden, like a feather, and the flowers and leaves would not even be pressed down. It can be seen that Zhang Lan's technique of lifting the lingering is magical.

A set of ghostly spirit-destroying ghost claws were finished.

Zhang Lan took a breath and gathered her hands on her chest.

When the breath is opened, a black energy will rush up from the meridians, causing the veins on his neck and cheeks to wrinkle.

The black true energy lingers around Zhang Lan’s cheeks, as if she is wearing a black ghost face.

His body trembled quickly, as if he was enduring the pain in his body. The black air spread throughout Zhang Lan's body, and then the steps under his feet were divided into a phantom.

The Phantom and Zhang Lan's body were entangled, but their actions were not consistent.

At first glance, it seemed like two Zhang Lans were acting at the same time, and they were strange and strange.

Coupled with a set of soul-destroying ghost claws, the flowers blooming garden was covered with cold air like an evil cave in hell.

"call..."

As the phantoms intertwined, Zhang Lan fell in the center of the garden. He put away his true energy, and the layers of phantoms dissipated with the silence of the black true energy.

The warm sunshine took over this garden again, as if it was back in the world.

Zhang Lan picked up the towel on her hand and wiped the sweat from her face. He frowned, as if he was not satisfied with his progress.

"Although this ghost shadow magic is evil, my father has learned it from the authentic Taoist mental method."

A gentle voice sounded from behind Zhang Lan, causing the towel in Xihua Gong to fall to the ground, and his face turned pale.

It seems to be very afraid of this sound.

But the person who walked out of the atrium of the other hall did not seem to feel Zhang Lan's shock at this time.

He whispered with his hands on his back:

"This internal skill emphasizes the use of qi, when moving the weather, the mountains have been pulled out, the heart is clear and clear, and the water is weak, and the heart is cold and not moved by external things.

When you practice to the extreme, the true qi will be like angry snow to drive away the cold air, which is amazingly powerful. Every move and every move will feel like the sound of thunder scattering the loud sound.

But second brother, your heart is very confused."

The man looked at Zhang Lan and said:

"If you are confused, you can't use the internal strength left by this father.

I still remember that when you ran away from home with anger, you could get a ghost. Years have passed, but you can only get a ghost, but you have not made any progress.

What have you been doing in the past few years!"

At the end, his voice became stern, just like a scolding.
To be continued...