Su Laosan was once an alcoholic, but he had never been a gambler.
Compared with the unknown suspense brought by gambling, he prefers the safety of planning and taking action later.
But now, in desperation, he had to gamble.
Ji Xuanqing took out the Taixuan Sword, and Tang Jingyue was already within three thousand miles of Mojiazhai.
I bet my ten years of life on that slim chance of survival, and I'm desperate to see it through.
He sat cross-legged on the rock, and the purple air on his head disappeared. His hair became snow-white, and his appearance became older.
The only thing that remains unchanged is that his momentum has never declined, but has been rising steadily.
The short old man pretended to be sorry and said: "It's been five minutes, should I wait for you for another five minutes?"
"It has a lifespan of ten years. It would be a pity that it would be gone forever."
"Oh, no, no, you are going to die anyway, there is nothing to regret." The short old man said to himself, as relaxed as a cat playing with a mouse.
Su Laosan made a hand seal, shaking.
The short old man walked forward, his body suspended in mid-air and said: "I am very disappointed in you, so I am not interested in playing with you anymore."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and turned into a tortoise claw among the lightning and flint stones to grab at Su Laosan.
Qu Changan's face turned red with excitement, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Sixth brother, have you seen that I have avenged you?"
"Su Xinglan is about to die, and his body will not be intact."
"Hahahaha, sixth brother, fifth brother will be with you soon. Let us two brothers have a good drink."
Qu Changan cried and laughed, freely venting the pain and suffering in his heart for many years, feeling happy that his great revenge had been avenged.
"Woo."
At this critical moment, a harsh sound roared through the air.
The next moment, the monstrous sword intent enveloped the top of the hump mountain, and the sword light filled the sky like fish swimming in the water, sparkling under the sunlight.
Su Laosan raised his leg to meet him, and used the force of the rebound to retreat without a trace.
The short old man stayed where he was, feeling the sudden change carefully, his eyes jumping.
"Tai Xuan Sword is the sword intention of Tai Xuan Sword." Within the formation, Ji Qinghe staggered to his feet and said with tears in his eyes: "Uncle Jingyue brought Tai Xuan Sword, and Uncle Xinglan succeeded."
Pei Chuan shivered and took out the cigarette case, took one in his mouth, threw the rest to Tieshan, smoked heavily, and nodded vigorously.
Lingxi, who had been tense all the time, let go of my hand, showing the joy of surviving the disaster.
"It's okay." She said softly.
Qu Changan's smile froze, and tears were still falling from the corners of his eyes.
He shook his head slowly and said with a dull expression: "No, it's impossible."
"The Taixuan Sword suppresses the luck of the Five Peaks of Kunlun. How can Ji Xuanqing be willing to take it out?"
"Mojiazhai is tens of thousands of miles away from Kunlun. Why did Su Xinglan sense the Taixuan Sword?"
"If it's fake, it must be fake."
Qu Chang'an screamed in grief and anger, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and he fainted on the spot due to the rage in his heart.
"Ding."
The seven-foot long sword, completely black in body, fell from mid-air, and the cold sword intent spread around, causing the temperature on the top of the mountain to drop suddenly, like an ice valley.
I looked at the Taixuan Sword curiously. This Kunlun's largest killing weapon looks ordinary on the surface. Except for the weird color of the sword body, there is nothing else outstanding about it.
The short old man was not surprised but said happily: "Yes, it is indeed the sword Xu Dongchen used three thousand years ago."
"Do you like it?" San Bo's figure walked out of the jungle, his white hair flying, his steps empty and said: "Thank you for giving me enough time to sense the Taixuan Sword and giving me the opportunity to kill you."
