Lincheng Huamo Chapter 64: Save the Flowers and Shaohong
Although Zhong Xihou didn't know what he had to do with the missing whereabouts of the Mo family's sword master, when he saw Ying Ruge, he could vaguely sense that this little junior brother's aura today was quite different from the past.
Zhong Xihou unconsciously held the famous sword tightly in his hand. The hand holding the sword was so clearly felt that the sword was trembling slightly.
A sword cry came from the west. Zhong Xihou and all the swordsmen frowned, but Ying Ruge still glared angrily, as if he were a god. Although he did not look to the west together, his brows furrowed for a moment in confusion.
You Lingxi looked at Ying Ruge. The face of this handsome girl was full of worry. Ying Ruge seemed to understand and asked: "Coming?"
You Lingxi nodded, Ying Ruge frowned again, and heard him whisper: "Unexpectedly, you only delayed their entry into the world in the end."
Having said that, Ying Ruge's brows still didn't relax. Why? Why did everyone seem to hear something, but he didn't hear anything? What they heard was the sound of swords at the banquet?
"What is joining the world?" Zhong Xihou looked up at the young junior brother who was flapping his wings. He could only confirm that there was a sword in that direction that had been sealed for hundreds of years or even longer. But little junior brother, what do you mean by joining the world?
people?
Ying Ruge lowered her head and looked at Zhong Xihou, but she did not focus on him. What he looked at was the sword in the hand of the West City Lord, Wuyu Sword.
Then I heard him whisper softly: "The Sword Sect of the World!"
Zhong Xihou's eyes widened instantly, and his originally dark eyes seemed even brighter, but in contrast, his eyes were slightly hollow.
Tianxia Sword Sect? Zhong Nanyan never told him a name, but why did they join the world?
Looking at the dancing sword in his hand again, I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.
"Let's retreat first, Rong Gu rescues Honghong first."
When Ying Ruge heard about saving Honghong, her brows remained unchanged and she asked: "Where is he?"
"have no idea."
"Where to save him?"
"Xiaoliang."
"Where is Xiaoliang?"
"have no idea."
"You come with me."
You Lingxi and the Yi Shuihan swordsmen were at a loss. They all clearly felt Ying Ruge's murderous intention. The target of this murderous intention was very clear, it was Zhong Xihou. Why now, Ying Ruge only has Sen Leng and
Fear, but no killing intent?
You Lingxi stepped out quickly and was about to stop him, but nine fireballs came at him. He dodged with exquisite steps, and when he looked again, he saw the ghost eyes were angry, and the white sword in You Lingxi's hand fell to the ground, and his body became limp.
But just one glance made You Lingxi, one of the three giants of Yi Shuihan, remember the fear that had dominated him all this time.
Zhongxihou ran quickly, and Yingruge frowned again, quite disgusted. He saw him flap his red feather wings twice and dived. Zhongxihou was unprepared, and Yingruge picked him up with his hands wrapped around his waist and carried him away.
In mid-air, the dark face suddenly turned pale, and he lost all of his overlord demeanor.
Zhong Xihou suppressed his fear and pretended to be calm and asked: "Junior brother, you used to ride a phoenix, how come you have a pair of bird-like wings today?"
"Because of me."
Zhong Xihou felt strange and thought he had heard it wrong. Why was it a child whispering?
"Because I can fly."
Zhong Xihou looked up, and his pale face was no longer pale. He saw a slightly transparent little head sticking out of Ying Ruge's back. It was fat and fat. Although it was a bit cute, it was obviously not ordinary.
child.
Zhong Xihou did not dare to say anything, and the expression on his transparent little head changed slightly, as if he mistakenly thought that he was in trouble. He climbed to Ying Ruge's shoulder and asked: "Brother Ying, did I do something wrong?"
"You are right, you should kiss Uncle Zhong."
This ghost baby was naturally born to Da Lang who had a thousand years of Taoism. Similarly, even though he had a thousand years of Taoism, his mind was still that of a four or five-year-old baby, and he was really ready to crawl along Ying Ruge's arm and kiss Zhong Xihou.
This scared the West City Lord to the point of losing his sense of proportion. He once led 3,000 black armors to snipe and kill 20,000 Northern Qi cavalry, and forcefully forced the Northern Qi cavalry to lose more than half of its cavalry and fled back to Gaogang Hubei in embarrassment. It is hard to find him at this moment.
Ying Ruge was speechless, but Dalang seemed to have received the order and sat back obediently on Ying Ruge's back, just like Ying Ruge usually sat on the back of a phoenix.
"Yesterday I had enlightenment and merged Qu'er's spiritual energy with Da Lang."
Zhong Xihou didn't quite understand. Although he was not an immortal cultivator, he had heard of the method of absorbing spirits into the body or defying the heavens. What about this little junior brother? In this way, the fire phoenix he often saw summoned the composer, this
The ghost boy is called Da Lang?
"It's what ordinary people call being possessed by a demon."
Zhong Xihou opened his eyes wide again and raised his head to look at Ying Ruge. The red hair, the ghost eyes, and the markings were indeed strange.
Demon, does it look like this?
Zhong Xihou asked: "You may be able to kill me now. Why?"
"Yue'er."
"who?"
"My wife." When Ying Ruge said these four words, she couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling extremely satisfied. He added, "If she knew that I was desperate for Hong Hong, I would be in trouble.
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"That pretty girl I saw?"
"My unmarried wife."
"Oh, then when you two get married, can I have a glass of wine?"
Ying Ruge was slightly silent. In the world, there was only the sound of his flapping wings and the sound of the wind as he flew by.
Ying Ruge replied calmly: "Mo..."
"Do you think my brother has a reason to capture him?"
Ying Ruge didn't answer, and she stopped talking.
About ten feet away from the small pavilion in the west of the city, Ying Ruge loosened his hands and threw Zhong Xihou from a height of five or six feet.
Go down.
How could Zhong Xihou have expected such an unexpected situation? He had no choice but to switch the sword to his left hand, put the two fingers of his right hand together, and swung it violently, releasing more than a dozen sword energy and throwing up countless dust and stones.
Looking again, Zhong Xihou moved with perfect steps, step by step, stepping on the gravel and slowly falling. When he landed, he knelt on his right knee, propped his right hand on the ground, and held the sword in his left hand and raised it slightly to one side, showing his handsome and heroic style.
And Ying Ruge flapped her pair of red-feathered wings and slowly descended, her long blood-red hair fluttering in the wind, her shirtless upper body muscles, and the scars all over her body were even more shocking.
His whole body was red and slightly black, with his arms folded around his chest and his eyes closed, as if a devil had come to the world. He stepped on the ground with his toes, and the wind centered on his toes, spreading out in circles and circles, blowing away the dust.
The wind stopped and the light faded. The red feathers on the wings fell down and gradually became transparent until they disappeared. The long blood-red hair also returned to black. The eyes without stripes slowly opened with anger and contempt.
The only thing that can prove that this person is the red-feathered two-winged demon from before is his bare upper body and the scars all over his body.
Ying Ruge took off the black wood ghost fang mask from her waist and slowly put it on.
"Honghong, it seems that you are very important to many people." A voice joked, and the Wolf King slowly walked out of the dilapidated pavilion.
He had already taken off his cloth clothes and animal skins, replaced by a suit of brown light armor, and his slightly curly long hair was tied up with a brown cloth strip. Yan Hudeliang looked at Ying Ruge, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
"Twilight Tower, venerable?"
"Where's the person?" Ying Ruge uttered two words softly, with a tone of voice and a gesture, saying that he was forced to leave by someone with bloody hands the day before yesterday, and he was afraid that no one would dare to believe him if he said it.
"Hahahahaha, haha..." Another person also walked out of the remnant pavilion. He was still wearing the old and whitened orange robe, with his hands inserted into his sleeves. A few strands of white silk were faintly visible in his unruly hair.
Laughter spreads, the wind stops, and everything is silent.
He took a look at Zhong Xihou, who was still maintaining his handsome posture, and quickly focused his eyes on Ying Ruge, who was also standing upright, with his hands folded in front of his chest. He smiled slightly and asked: "Little brother, the knot in my heart is resolved.
?”
When Yan Hudelang heard this, he also looked at Ying Ruge. Zhong Xihou stood up and couldn't help but wonder, who is this person?
"Where are the people?"
It was still a simple word, but I heard a voice coming from the dilapidated pavilion: "Hey, hey, I'm here. Who was so immoral just now and almost killed me. Brother Ying, believe it or not, I will see Sister Yue later and tell you
You're like..."
Ying Ruge was still expressionless, and Zhong Xihou couldn't help but cover his face with his right hand, and suddenly spoke, answering for Ying Ruge: "You guys can tear up the vote, we can't save him."
When Hua Shaohong heard Zhong Xihou's words, she couldn't help shouting louder. The man in the white orange robe couldn't help laughing again when he saw how interesting the master and servant were.
Zhong Xihou's eyes never strayed away from the white-haired orange-robed visitor. This man's aura was quite familiar. This aura was unusual for a warrior. It was a natural aura of overlord. Even though the man had restrained his aura and pretended to be harmless to humans and animals.
His friendly aura covered it up, but how could Zhong Xihou, who also knew how to contain this overbearing aura, not notice it.
"condition?"
Ying Ruge didn't seem to be prepared to talk much today. She spat out two words at one time, and then the same two words again.
"sword."
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but look at the sword in his hand. It was interesting to say that only half of the scabbard of the old sandalwood sword was left, and half of the blade was already exposed.
"reason."
"You don't need to understand."
Ying Ruge raises her left hand, and nine balls of ghost fire appear. The color changes from red to purple, from purple to green, from green to blue, and then cycles back to red.
The visitor in the whitish orange robe stretched out his hands from his sleeves. A pair of bloody hands were so red that they were cold and terrifying. With a slight snap of his fingers, the nine ghost fires were blown away by the wind in an instant.
Ying Ruge's eyelids moved slightly, and Zhong Xihou couldn't help but look at Ying Ruge. It was not that he couldn't understand, just like his own understanding of the sword, he could use his own thoughts and his own breath to sheath the sword.
Could it be that this strange person's immortal magic cultivation level could overwhelm his junior brother?
Immortal cultivator?
"I am good at swordsmanship, but I only know a little about the magic of the Immortal Sect, so I might as well make friends with my sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the visitor with the bloody hand concealed his left hand vertically into the sleeve of his robe. With a wave of his right hand, the sword wind shot out from the fingertips and cut off the branches in the forest. The hand turned into a claw again, and the branches flew towards the bloody hand with the strong wind before they even hit the ground. Hold it,
When the sun shines, the branches, which were originally uneven with burrs, become as smooth as a freshly polished wooden stick.
Zhong Xihou threw the scabbard aside and flicked the Wuyu sword with his left hand. The sound was clear and sweet. Without any explanation, the crimson-colored sword thrust out, but the target was not the bloody visitor.
The expression of the visitor with bloody hands changed slightly, and he was about to take action to stop him, when a cold feeling forced him to retreat instinctively. Looking again, Ying Ruge's right hand was dark, as if he was wearing a glove made of black iron. A punch roared through the wind,
Fengzhong asked angrily: "Where is Mo Sang?"
The bloody-hand visitor was even more surprised. Friend Mo Sang? When did Friend Mo Sang get involved with Mu Hanlou?
He raised the wooden stick in his hand slightly, dissipating the power of his fist, and turned around to stab again. Unfortunately, his opponent's movement changed instantly, and he was as fast as a monkey, leaving only an afterimage. The corners of the blood-handed visitor's mouth slightly raised, and his left hand stopped rubbing.
, put the copper coin into his sleeve pocket.
He stepped slightly, his body floated, and then stabbed out a sword. The force was as turbulent as the roaring waves of the East China Sea.
Ying Ruge held her foot firmly and shouted softly: "Xingchen Jue, Kang Jinlong!"
At first sight, nine golden dragons appeared invisible, roaring and flying towards the bloody-handed visitor.
The disadvantage of a swordsman against an immortal cultivator is obvious. Even if the sword energy is wrapped around a thin wooden stick, it still cannot absorb the power of immortality and snaps into two pieces.
The wooden stick broke, but the sword energy was not gone, and the bloody-handed visitor whispered: "Sword One!"
Suddenly, visible to the naked eye, the sword energy wrapped around the broken wooden stick and shaped it into an exquisite long sword. The visitor with the bloody hand swung the broken wooden sword with a simple movement, just one slash, and also said softly: "Sword Two!"
Suddenly, the sword energy turned into dozens of half-moon flying blades and attacked Ying Ruge. He was unable to dodge, but he saw cracks in the bluestone slab and an earth wall rising from the ground. It resisted the sword energy and the flying blades only collapsed after seven or seven times.
.I also heard the Master Controlling Ghosts yelling angrily: "Star Jue - Kang Jinlong!"
The roaring golden dragon reappeared, but this time there was only one. The golden dragon swallowed up all the remaining sword energy and flying blades with the force of the wind.
The golden dragon kept circling in mid-air behind Venerable Muhanlou, and he saw Ying Ruge pointing his fingers in the air a little bit on his right hand, and saw clouds all over the sky, with a hole in the sky, and a beam of red light shining directly at the golden dragon.
There was another roar of an angry dragon, the golden eyes faded, the dragon nodded, and the flames glared.
Faced with such immortal power, the visitor with the bloody hand grinned, which meant surprise and admiration, mixed with a little jealousy. Goodbye, the Broken Wood Sword waved again, this time as a stab, and also whispered: "Three swords!"
Suddenly, the wind picked up, and a sword aura shot out from the tip of the Broken Wood Sword. Its power was stronger than that of the Mountain Bird Order, and its target was right between the eyebrows of the golden dragon. The angry golden dragon roared and flew towards the sword aura, and an explosion sounded.
Turn into blue smoke and dissipate together.
"Little brother, actually, I did dabble in the immortal way a little bit when I was young!" He couldn't finish his words. The broken wooden sword cracked into silken sawdust, and the wind howled. Ying Ruge could clearly feel the vitality of the world around him flowing rapidly. He checked his inner breath and found that he was fine.
Just now I feel comfortable.
"Which palace minister is your seat?"
"I am a scattered member of the world. I have no sect and no gate. Little brother, please don't ruin the beautiful scenery of these four fields. Maybe you can fight me high in the sky?"
Without waiting for Ying Ruge's response, the guest with bloody hands took off on the wind and flew away with the wind, nine hundred feet high in the sky.
Ying Ruge was surprised. Zhong Xihou, who was fighting with Yan Hude on the side, glanced at him and was also surprised. This visitor with bloody hands was actually an immortal cultivator who had mastered the weather of wind. He walked in the wind, and the heaven and earth were at ease. He was really the place of the gods in the book.
for.
Helpless, Ying Ruge knew the principles of wind control but had no talent. This time, she did not turn into a phoenix. She raised her fingers to her lips and whistled clearly. She saw a gap in the sky, a neighing sound, and a white-feathered eagle.
Flying out from the crack, the white-feathered eagle swooped towards the ground, and then neighed, while its appearance gradually changed.
The white feathers are wrapped in flames, and the body continues to expand. The hawk's hook turns into a quail's beak and is slightly elongated. The eagle's head turns into a quail's head with three flaming feathers attached to it. The neck is slightly longer and as flexible as a snake. Compared with the phoenix, its body is less graceful.
His appearance has added the muscular demeanor of a general, with wings of fire feathers and nine flaming tail feathers. How can it be compared with the white-feathered eagle from before?
Or to say something similar, it's the pair of four-fingered claws that are also as sharp as cones.
The flame bird was about to land on the ground, spread its wings and flapped its wings a few times for cushioning. It landed with its claws on the ground and looked down like a song. Its posture was majestic and arrogant, like an emperor despising all living beings. The flame bird was also seen spreading its wings, with its head facing the sky, and made a long tearing sound.
A cry that breaks the sky.
His next move was to lower his beak to the ground, close his eyes, and be so respectful that it was hard to imagine the arrogant attitude he had just a moment ago.
Ying Ruge urged her strength with one step, jumped on the back of the divine bird, and crossed her legs.
No need to speak, the flame bird neighed again. This neighing was not as arrogant as the first time, nor was it crying again. This neighing was like a divine horse accompanying a fierce general on the battlefield, a king who takes pleasure in fighting and drives away all living beings with his voice.
Domineering.
After riding the flaming divine bird and flying up to a height of 900 feet, the bloody-handed visitor smiled again when he saw the flaming divine bird. This smile was full of helplessness, and there was a hint of stronger envy and jealousy in the helplessness.
.
I saw him waving his hands and saying in the same soft but clear tone: "I have no regrets in defeat."
After saying that, he ignored Ying Ruge's reaction and continued to take care of his own whereabouts. Not only was Ying Ruge unhappy, but the flame bird was also unhappy. How could there be such a person? He first flew to the first heaven by himself.
, and returned to the earth on his own.
The Flame Divine Bird was helpless and had no choice but to follow Ying Ruge's wishes and return to the earth.
About five or six feet away from the earth, I saw the flame bird changing again. All the sacred postures disappeared with the red light, and the white-feathered eagle stood obediently on the left shoulder of the brothel master.
This falcon was also stingy, and used its sharp claws to gently stab Ying Ruge's shoulder to express its dissatisfaction. It was not painful or itchy, so Ying Ruge ignored it and just adjusted his body, landing like a civet cat.
"The fight is over? It was so fast. Do you lose or win?"
Zhong Xihou's Wuyu sword penetrated into the ground, and he was seen sitting on the bluestone floor without any scruples like a peasant in the wild, with his right hand touching the sword tang of the Wuyu sword.
With her peripheral vision, Ying Ruge found Yan Hude, who was lying on the ground unable to move. Sure enough, the legend about the Xi Di martial arts field was just a legend after all.
Similarly, Zhong Xihou can indeed be regarded as a legend.
The bloody-hand visitor glanced at Yanhu Deliang and couldn't help showing contempt, saying disdainfully: "The Intelligence Department said that you once had a small victory in a sword fight with Zhong Nanyan's boy. From this point of view, you are a waste after all."
Yan Hude wanted to defend, but he had no choice. Rather than defend in vain, he wanted to stand up more. But now, the meridians of his limbs were injured. If Zhong Xihou's sword hadn't been merciful, his martial arts would have been destroyed.
The pulse caused him to become a useless person from then on.
"Maybe he should be released?" Zhong Xihou did not go to see the bloody visitor, but returned to the original question.
The visitor with bloody hands looked up to the sky and smiled. There was no hint of helplessness in this laughter, showing the free and easy nature of the Jianghu people.
He saw a wave of his left hand, and a sword energy shot out from both fingers, shooting towards the defeated Shiting. Soon, after hearing a few curse words, Zhong Xihou Tongying Ruge naturally knew that Hua Shaohong's drama was over.