Chapter 43 Make up the knife, I can only sleep when you are dead
Yunshuijian, above Jiutian Waterfall, suddenly heard a rumbling sound. Zangjing, who was hiding in the dark, shrank his pupils and flew into the air. After flying to a safe place, he stared at the peak and frowned.
He said with a cold face: "What is this guy Gao Sha doing? With such a big movement, something will happen sooner or later."
Zangjing's eyes flickered. When he and Gao Sha chose who would suppress the realm and enter the mountain, he played some tricks and won against Gao Sha, but at the same time he also gave up the greatest credit for this mission to Gao Sha. However,
Zangjing has always acted insidiously and cunningly, and the man who killed the great Confucian's granddaughter with his own hands will definitely be punished wildly.
After all, if the granddaughter of a great scholar can safely let her come out to practice alone, how can she not have a few life-saving trump cards?
Now seeing the avalanches on that mountain, Zangjing felt vaguely that something was not good.
He had already begun to think about quitting.
It's dangerous to stay here.
Just when he turned around, his pupils suddenly shrank violently.
Not far away, an old man with a thin face and a sword appeared out of nowhere and was looking at him with a pair of calm eyes.
Zangjing just glanced at the other party and felt something was wrong. How could there be such a master in the Qingyun Sect? Although the other party should be in the Hedao realm, the sword on his back gave him a sense of oppression.
Too strong.
Sword repair.
This is a pure swordsman!
Much more powerful than Gaosha.
Zangjing has made a judgment.
The hands hidden in the sleeves are secretly making secrets, and they are about to use secret techniques to escape.
At this time, Yu Qingshan said calmly: "You just run away, I will only use one sword."
Zangjing was stunned for a moment and said in shock: "You are Yu Qingshan who practices the one-word sword technique of Qingyun Sect. Are you alive?"
The wind blew across Yu Qingshan's face, and he said calmly: "It's not surprising. It turns out that that year when Xianhuzhou tried the sword, your Blood Evil Sect had already plotted against Qingyun Sect. In this case, you will deserve to die even more
Already."
Hearing this, Zangjing cupped his fists and said, "I don't know what you are talking about. I am no longer a member of the Blood Evil Sect. I am just passing by."
Yu Qingshan did not listen to the explanation, but slowly raised his hand and touched the hilt of the sword behind him.
Zangjing's eyes flashed, and in his clasped hands, billows of blood suddenly flew out. In an instant, it enveloped the area for miles around. Not only that, where he stood, exquisite barriers and formations had long been laid out, and a stream of blood flowed out.
The light was like a knife, turning into thousands of skeletons holding knives. Waves of cold and rotten corpses were mixed together, and the skeleton soldiers rushed towards Yu Qingshan.
Zangjing's figure suddenly dwarfed, bursts of bloody mud appeared on the ground, and his body fell into the soil.
At this moment.
Yu Qingshan's sword was unsheathed.
The sword in his hand stabbed forward, and the thousands of skeleton swords and weapons condensed with blood and energy turned into nothingness under this sword. The bloody mist was blown away by the sword energy and became clear. The terrifying sword energy seemed like thousands of swords raining down from the sky.
, one after another fell to the ground.
In the red mud, a pool of blood gradually emerged, accompanied by Zangjing's screams.
Yu Qingshan retracted his sword and looked at the mountains that had been changed by avalanches in the distance. He frowned. After a while, he whispered: "Junior brother Gu, you didn't pass on your skills to your son, but now you ask me to save you."
He, if he died, wouldn't you feel sorry? Or do you think that the friendship over a few drinks back then could surpass the friendship between classmates? Well, I always have to make this trip."
After Yu Qingshan finished speaking, he actually pointed the sword directly and stabbed himself with the sword under his ribs. His breath quickly weakened and he fell into two realms. He carried the sword on his back and walked up Qingping Mountain step by step.
However, before he could reach the hiding place of Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun, from the sky of Qingyun Gate, there suddenly appeared an extremely holy and awe-inspiring aura that turned into a book of saints. The book was like thousands of mysterious characters written on a plate.
In the sky, a hole was torn open, and it landed on the mountainside of Qingping Mountain.
A moment later, it was Mo Fanchen who stepped onto the book.
He stood with his hands behind his back, and his clothes were fluttering. He just raised his hands gently, and the thousands of years of ice and snow in the mountains that could easily change the terrain melted away in an instant like the scorching sun scorching the earth.
"Whoever dares to plot against my granddaughter, Mo Fanchen, is the enemy of the entire Holy Court!"
Mo Fanchen has always been an elegant scholar, but at this moment, his voice was like rolling thunder, the sky was filled with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the entire Qingping Mountain was shaking.
"senior."
Yu Qingshan did not dare to take another step forward, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Fortunately, at this time, Mo Wanyun's figure appeared in that holy light. She stepped on a paper kite, and under the background of the awe-inspiring light, she flew into the sky and flew towards Qingyun Gate. She came and went as fast as she came.
It's fast too.
When Yu Qingshan saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But his eyes soon revealed a trace of sadness.
He stood there and muttered to himself: "Is he dead?"
Yu Qingshan turned around slightly.
He had just walked for a while when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Elder Yu."
It was Gu Yusheng's voice. Yu Qingshan stopped and looked back at the young man who had been giving instructions for half a day in the martial arts field half a year ago.
"In the past half year or so, you have grown a lot taller. Where is the other enemy?"
"Dead."
Gu Yusheng replied calmly. His eyes moved to the cold valley, his expression dimmed, and he walked over silently. Within a few days, the tomb had become like an ice sculpture, integrated with the mountain range.
Yu Qingshan has been waiting where he was.
It wasn't until Gu Yusheng kowtowed that a man came up and he said, "Is he the tower guarding disciple of Lingxiao Peak?"
Gu Yusheng said seriously: "His name is Fang Jin. He is my senior brother. He blocked five enemy swords."
"Amazing guy."
Yu Qingshan has always been a man of few words, but now he did not hesitate to praise.
He looked at the young man following him and asked curiously: "Master Liu taught you swordsmanship?"
Gu Yusheng shook his head.
Yu Qingshan became even more curious about the boy.
"Why don't you learn? Master Liu's swordsmanship is better than mine. I don't teach you because I hope someone will teach you. It's a pity."
Gu Yusheng remained silent.
I don't feel any pity in my heart.
But after all, Yu Qingshan had given him half a day of guidance, so it was hard to contradict him.
"Forget it, it's great to be alive. After your experience is over, you have to live well after returning to the sect. You have to know that once a person dies, either only a cold grave will be left, or only a handful will be left.
The lonely sword."
After Yu Qingshan finished speaking, he stood up with his sword and floated away without following Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng was walking down the mountain alone. He walked and stopped in front of a pool of red mud stained with blood.
Suddenly, he pulled out the wooden sword from his waist and stabbed it into the red mud.
Gu Gu Gu Gu.
Bubbles appeared in the red mud.
After a while, the red mud gradually turned into reality. Zangjing, who was extremely weak, stared at Gu Yusheng angrily and laughed strangely.
"Boy, how do you know I'm not dead?"
Gu Yusheng didn't answer. He squeezed the wooden sword in his hand tightly, and his figure turned into a blue dragon. It penetrated Zangjing's body with a swish and stopped behind him.
Gu Yusheng then took back his wooden sword and said: "I have seen your cunning, so I want to confirm that I will sleep more peacefully than if you die in the hands of others or by my sword.
"
"puff!"
Zangjing, who had only one breath left, his eyes widened. He looked down at the sword in front of him and said in shock: "Gao Sha died in your hands?"
Gu Yusheng turned around, cautiously approached Zangjing step by step, and said, "Tell me, who sent you to kill Miss Mo?"
"Miss Mo?"
When Zangjing heard Gu Yusheng's words, his body suddenly twitched violently, and he raised his head and laughed endlessly.
"With the wooden sword in your hand, you want to protect a person who is actually in the sky? Can you do it?"
Bah!
Gu Yusheng's wooden sword plunged hard into Zangjing's abdomen again, pressing hard against it.
Gu Yusheng's expression was so calm.
Zangjing's eyes widened again. Originally, he still had the slightest chance to escape, but he didn't expect that the young man in front of him had a thoughtful mind that was far beyond that of his peers, and the timing of his attack was ruthless.
"I underestimated you. It turned out that you were the one who killed the three Qingyun Sect disciples in front of Qingsong Gang!" Zangjing smiled ferociously, suddenly stretched out his skinny hand, grabbed Gu Yusheng's sword hilt, and held his body
Once again, he turned into wisps of blood and tried to escape.
But Gu Yusheng smiled mysteriously, and his voice rang in the blood: "Did you know that there is a terrifying thousand-year-old peach demon in Qingping Mountain?"
Zangjing didn't understand what he meant, but in the next moment, his blood energy, which he had dispersed using secret techniques, seemed to be swallowed up by a strange force. In an instant, his life force was rapidly passing away, as if it had been taken away by some mysterious force.
Walk normally.
In his horrified eyes, he vaguely saw that the wooden sword in the young man's hand was greedily absorbing his remaining life force.
"Qingping Peach Demon..."
Zangjing's voice murmured in a low voice, and his breath finally dissipated, leaving only his clothes falling to the ground, and a ring emitting a faint light.
Gu Yusheng lowered his head, picked up the ring, exhaled lightly, held the ring in his palm, and said to himself: "This is what I deserve."