Chapter 270: Luo Shen shows mercy and orders the sword to surround you!
In the wilderness, Hongchenxue and Ying Wuqian had a magnificent sword duel.
A battle of swordsmanship and a battle of morality.
A pair of siblings refused to give in to each other. The swords were everywhere on the battlefield and the sound of swords was endless.
The battle is stalemate.
Time flew by, the sun was setting, and in Kunpeng's perception, there was no breath coming this way for miles around, and he couldn't help but let out a light tut.
"If you really can bear it, just change your name to Old Turtle."
He didn't believe that someone would fight like this in front of his home. Chong Yuzhi had no idea about this situation. It was obvious that he didn't want to take risks for Ying Wuqian.
Knowing that Chong Yuzhi would not come, Ji Kunpeng set his sights on the field.
"It's almost done, let's end it!"
As his words fell, Hong Chenxue, who was fighting fiercely, separated Ying Wuqian with a sword. After lightly landing on the ground, he threw up the long sword.
Jinghong Sword String drew an arc in the air and sank steadily into the ground in front of him.
"The flowing wind returns to Jinghong!"
Pulling the strings with both hands, the snow gauze flutters lightly, covering the figure of the snow in the world. There is only one sound of the zither, and the sound of the zither and the sword energy shoot out from all directions.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Ying Wuqian swung his sword continuously to block the incoming sword energy. However, the continuous sword energy was mixed with the sound of the piano and disturbed his mind. With such a high-intensity block, Yuan Gong was quickly drained after just a few breaths.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
Hong Chenxue's sword energy came one after another. It was obvious that she didn't want to hurt him and was just trying to use up her energy to capture him alive.
Ying Wuqian also knew that if he continued, his strength would be exhausted, but there was nothing he could do.
In terms of swordsmanship, he thinks he is not inferior to Hong Chenxue, but in terms of skill... due to his talent, he is far behind.
Hong Chenxue's sword energy never stopped, and he didn't even have a chance to use his ultimate move to break the situation.
Ding, ding!
After blocking two sword qi again, Ying Wuqian's qi and air force was exhausted, and the single-edged sword came out.
Seeing that his younger brother was no longer able to fight anymore, Hongchenxue forcibly stopped the sword attack. The veil of snow fell and a graceful figure appeared. The sweat on her forehead was fluorescent. It was obvious that the attack just now was not easy.
"Yunqian, come back with me!"
Hongchenxue put away her sword and walked towards Ying Wuqian without any precautions.
Ji Kunpeng vaguely felt that something was wrong. The scene of Zambi Boluo giving him the golden elixir flashed through his mind, and he suddenly shouted loudly.
"careful!"
As soon as people shouted, they rushed towards Hongchenxue.
But he saw Ying Wuqian smile coldly.
"late!"
Mobilizing the last trace of his Yuan Gong, he easily shattered the golden elixir in his body. Immediately, huge medicinal power flowed through his limbs and bones. Ying Wuqian felt the profound energy in his body was rapidly replenished and raised his hand to receive it.
The Yuli Danfeng returned to his hand.
Swish, swish, swish!
Swinging three swords in succession, Ying Wuqian jumped towards the world without looking back.
Facing the sudden sword light, Hongchenxue was stunned for a moment. After reacting, she moved her steps to avoid one of them, but she had no time to avoid the subsequent attack.
A sting!
His sleeves were stained with blood, and at the same time, the third sword happened to be approaching the gate of life.
Her right arm was injured, and she was unable to lift the sword for a moment. There was no way to avoid it. Hong Chenxue closed her eyes subconsciously, and a trace of bitterness appeared in her heart.
Brother, he... really wants to kill me!
There was a loud sound in his ears, and the expected death had not come. Hongchenxue opened his eyes.
He found that Ji Kunpeng had stood in front of him at some point, holding a sword in his left hand and a folding fan in his right hand behind his back.
Looking at his tall and straight figure, the inexplicable sense of security washed away the previous bitterness.
In fact, Ying Wuqian didn't want to kill Hongchenxue. He just waved those three swords to buy time to escape, but he didn't expect that his sister would be stupid enough to not take any precautions.
Looking at the fleeing figure, Ji Kunpeng's eyes showed murderous intent. He no longer hid his strength, and the aura that surpassed the peak burst out of his body, shaking Xuanhuang everywhere.
The entire Wanjie region is dormant under this aura.
But seeing his left hand raised slightly, Qu's Farewell Sword turned into a black light and flew towards Ying Wuqian's back.
"Show mercy!"
Hongchenxue's exclamation came from behind.
Ji Kunpeng seemed to have not heard of it, and he had obviously made up his mind. There was no use in keeping a person like him who could do anything to his blood relatives.
At this moment, a soft touch suddenly came from his left palm, and Ji Kunpeng couldn't help but sigh softly.
He waved the fan with his right hand and pressed down suddenly, his parting sword flew past Ying Wuqian.
Then the sword transformed into thousands and fell to the ground and sank into the ground.
Ying Wuqian broke into a cold sweat in shock. With that sharp feeling on his back, he knew that if Hong Chenxue hadn't spoken out, he would probably be dead at this moment.
I stood still and didn't dare to move.
Feeling the stickiness in the palm of his hand, Ji Kunpeng glanced at it and found that Hongchenxue's original green-white catkins had been dyed red, and he was holding on to his left hand.
Blood dripped down the back of his hand.
"He doesn't care about your life or death, so you still want to care about him?"
Seeing that she didn't speak, Ji Kunpeng shook his head helplessly.
People in this world value emotions too much...that's why there are so many anti-murder cases.
He held Hongchenxue's hand behind his back and rolled up her sleeves. A long wound came into his eyes, blood was oozing out and the whole arm was dyed red.
Seeing his bare arms looked at like this, Hongchenxue felt a little embarrassed and opened her mouth.
"you......"
As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw Ji Kunpeng's big hand covering her face, and a golden bean was stuffed into her mouth.
Hongchenxue's eyes widened and she subconsciously closed her red lips.
Gulu!
The golden elixir enters the belly, and the medicine's power is exerted instantly, and the wound on Hong Chenxue's arm heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is indeed the life-saving elixir!
Ji Kunpeng sighed in admiration, then took out a white handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood stains on her arm.
Ji Kunpeng, who has postmodern thoughts, didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior for a while, but the morning glow rose on Hong Chenxue's face, and she glanced at him, not daring to look at him.
Not far away, Ying Wuqian observed for a long time and saw that Kunpeng's thoughts were all on his sister, so he came up with the idea of leaving quietly.
As soon as the footsteps moved away, a sudden change occurred!
The ground began to shake violently, and several words appeared on the ground.
Suddenly!
Whoosh whoosh!
The sword energy that had previously been submerged in the ground burst out, and the black sword shadow turned into strokes, forming a series of crazy ink poems in the air.
A sword opens the formation, and the trap is created by itself.
It is actually the command sword of the way of heaven!
"If there is another abnormal move, my sword will kill you!"
Ji Kunpeng's voice rang out, Ying Wuqian heard the sound and walked towards him.
"Master Ying, can we talk now?"
In fact, there is no need to send Kunpeng to remind him. These verses are floating around Ying Wuqian, trapping the surrounding world and making it difficult for him to move at all.
"What do you want to talk about?"
Ying Wuqian said with a serious face.
He was not worried about his life. Although he did not know what the relationship between this person and his sister was, he knew that he was still useful just by looking at the fact that the other person had kept him until now.
As long as he is still useful, his life is safe.
"It's very simple. Go to the public pavilion to confess to the world the crime you committed against Yi Tian Xuanmai, and then go to the Tide of Saints to stand on the thorn and plead guilty."
Ji Kunpeng repeated to him what he had said to Hongchenxue.
"impossible!"
Ying Wuqian's face turned very ugly when he heard this, and then he said in a negotiating tone: "I can confess my crime in front of Xiao Ran and ask for his forgiveness."
Frankly confessing to Wang Xiaoran and confessing to everyone in the world are two different concepts.
The blood of the former has always been buried in the dust, while the truth of the latter has been revealed, and he should become a sinner of the Confucian sect.
"Do you think you have room to bargain?"
Ji Kunpeng raised his eyebrows, and a word turned into a sword light and penetrated Ying Wuqian's left shoulder.
Ying Wuqian groaned and gritted his teeth.
Hong Chenxue, who was watching from the side, was trembling in her heart. She almost thought that Ji Kunpeng was going to kill him, but when she saw that her little brother was not dead, she felt relieved again.
She didn't try to stop him. She knew in her heart that Ying Wuqian was extremely merciful to him for the chance of being spared by killing his friend.