Lincheng Huamo Chapter 87: Like a Song in a Catastrophe
Yan Hude pushed open the courtyard gate and walked directly to the pavilion, where Zhong Xihou was sitting. On the stone table was a pot of freshly brewed tea. The tea soup was red in color, and the overflowing aroma was mellow and slightly sweet.
Zhong Xihou straightened a cup and filled it for Yan Hude. He said with emotion and joke: "This girl Tianqin knows that we plan to return to the city that never sleeps, but we don't plan to take her with us. She will be sulky."
"Didn't this girl bring tea to Mr. Hou?"
"Yes, no matter how angry she is, after all she was born and raised in the city that never sleeps. Xiaoliang, what do you think?"
Zhong Xihou held the small cup and looked at Yan Hude with a smile in his eyes. Without waiting for Yan Hude to speak, he continued: "I owe you Yan Yunqi's matter. Zhu Yinuo's matter, like this, can be regarded as Are you both clean?"
Yan Hude was silent for a long time. He stretched out his hand to hold the small cup and stared at the tea soup for a long time. Yan Hude sighed with emotion and started talking about business: "Master Hou, Zhu Jiannan has taken action."
"Oh, are you planning to send the three giants to destroy me, Marquis Zhongxi? Or are you planning to send remonstrances to the imperial capital?"
Yan Hude shook his head, and Zhong Xihou became interested and signaled Yan Hude to continue.
"White dragon with jade face, Liang Boye."
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he burst into laughter. After laughing for a long time, he slowly calmed down and stared at the red tea soup in the cup for a while.
"Liang Boye? What a pity. You said that the story would be more interesting if your mother's Liang was Liang Boye's Liang."
Marquis Zhongxi never expected that Yan Hude would also make jokes and echoed: "That's right. Although he is as famous as my junior brother, I really don't like him."
Zhong Xihou stood up and wanted to touch his left waist again, but finally gave up and just put his hands on his lower back. He suddenly asked: "Have you found that person?"
Yan Hude naturally understood who the person Zhong Xihou was talking about, and saw that Zhong Xihou's hands behind his back were clenching and then unclenching, and then clenching again, repeatedly.
However, Yan Hude shook his head and explained: "Yan Yunqi's trash did not dare to take responsibility, and described it as extremely powerful. If the fist that shook the Spring and Autumn Period was really a giant of ten feet tall, the position of the fist and the force of it really showed that the city The man who was beaten to death by fists at the door was killed by him."
Zhong Xihou nodded slightly, and suddenly felt a little regretful. Unfortunately, no one could stop him with his sword, and no one could respond to his friendship with his fists.
"Besides, Lord Marquis, he is out of confinement."
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, and naturally understood who he was referring to.
Zhong Xihou asked: "Junior brother is so injured, is he released from seclusion?"
Yan Hude nodded and added: "Not only is he out of isolation, but there seems to be no trace of his injuries."
Zhong Xihou did not raise his brows, but he was not overly surprised.
"The ghostly energy that Wind Spirit King noticed seems to be that of my junior brother."
"Ghost spirit?"
Yan Hude was a little confused. He knew that Ying Ruge was a bit of a monster. He was also called the Ghost Controller and the Immortal Ghost Man. But what did ghost energy mean?
"Xiao Liang, I'm afraid that the first thing my junior brother will do when he comes out of isolation is to come to Tonggu to ask for someone."
As he finished speaking, Zhong Xihou suddenly felt a severe pain in his temples, and he didn't know how to deal with his junior brother who, in his opinion, was causing trouble all the time.
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but secretly curse, Yan Xiao, Yan Xiao, you have accepted thirteen disciples, why do you just dote on Ying Ruge?
Junior brother?
"Red!"
Zhong Xihou suddenly called out to Hua Shaohong, who was sleeping on the roof tiles in a daze. When he heard someone calling him, he jumped down like a monkey. He landed on the ground like a civet, unable to bear any dust.
"About ten miles."
Yan Hude heard something strange, what was Hua Shaohong referring to?
"Master Hou, I made a mistake. It's Qili Di."
Yan Hude frowned and looked, wrong?
The corners of Zhong Xihou's lips raised slightly, and he said: "Since you, the Wolf King, have reservations about your abilities, can't you allow Hong Hong to have reservations about her abilities? Hong Hong was born into a flower family, and even though the ocean of blood has been diverted like a stream, it can't be tolerated.
People from his Hua family are still members of the Hua family after all."
Yan Hude didn't understand, his brows were still furrowed, and Zhong Xihou stopped explaining.
"Three miles."
Zhong Xihou also frowned slightly, but with a few words, he actually spanned four miles to the sky, so wouldn't it be two thousand miles from south to north...
Zhong Xihou sighed helplessly, filled with envy and emotion.
"Looks like I can't come."
Zhong Xihou and Yan Hude both said "huh?" and looked at Hua Shaohong. Hua Shaohong was shocked by the sight and explained: "Someone cut off the beard."
Marquis Zhongxi showed a fierce look in his eyes,
Before saying anything, Hua Shaohong understood the meaning and explained: "Three old men in white clothes, stepping on flying swords, are very powerful."
"You actually know how to control a sword!"
Yan Hude was surprised. The sword control skills were not those of ordinary immortal cultivators. But looking at Zhong Xihou and Hua Shaohong, he seemed to not care about the sword control skills. This should not be the case. After all, Hua Shaohong was interested in all kinds of novelties, and Zhong Xi
Hou is also considered a swordsman, so how could he not reveal something about such an unpredictable sword-controlling skill?
Zhong Xihou relaxed his muscles and bones and walked back into the house. Without much effort, he walked out with an ice blue sword in his left hand.
The ice-blue sword in his hand, which has the same style as the crimson-colored Wuyu sword, is naturally the Tingyu sword given to him by the master of the Tingyu sword.
I saw Zhong Xihou's right foot moving slightly, and his left foot once again acted like a spring to help him jump. He jumped several feet. His moves were extremely skillful, but the sword he drew out to slash was familiar yet unfamiliar.
An ordinary sword, using all his strength.
A half-moon-shaped ice-blue sword energy followed the swing of Tingyu Sword and flew in the direction where Hua Shaohong was looking. Far away, he saw the ice-blue crescent moon splitting into three and breaking through the wind.
Zhong Xihou's body fell, as if he had lost some strength, and his body was like a falling withered leaf.
Seeing that the city lord was in danger, the Wolf King and his fellow archers used their moves one after another. Before the two of them were halfway through their movements, Zhong Xihou adjusted his body in mid-air and landed steadily. When he landed, he was seen holding the sword in his right hand, and the sword blade was deeply inserted into the stone slab in the courtyard.
The left knee was on the ground.
Misheard?
Hua Shaohong frowned slightly. Not only did he hear Zhong Xihou breathing heavily, but he also saw that the back of his robe was soaked through.
Besides, in the distance, the lingering phoenix bird carrying the spirit-burning fire phoenix bird carried Kuimulang, and it was true that he planned to go to Zhongxihou to ask for someone. But just as Hua Shaohong said, someone came to cut off Hu Hu on the way.
"Your Majesty..."
Kuimulang was interrupted just as he spoke. Yingruge jumped up from the back of the fire phoenix and reached mid-air. In the next moment, Kuimulang was sweating on his forehead, and the three white-robed swordsmen with the spirit of immortality were gone.
That coolness from before.
Black-red light emitted from Ying Ruge's body, and her red robe burned into flames and turned to ashes in an instant. Her original black hair also began to fade away, but this time it did not become as red as flames. This time, it was as white as winter snow.
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Ying Ruge's originally wheat-colored skin became pale and bloodless, and her face and body began to appear with demon spots similar to those when Hanshan Temple forced back Yi Shuihan's swordsmen.
Ying Ruge was suspended in mid-air, swinging up and down slightly, and he closed his eyes. At that moment, even Kuimulang, an ordinary martial artist, noticed changes in the surrounding atmosphere, as if there was a special energy that Ying Ruge was sucking greedily.
Kui Mulang raised his head and looked at the three white-robed swordsmen blocking the road. They lost their previous calmness and seemed to have difficulty breathing.
But why did I just notice something strange but not feel any discomfort at all?
"You, you forcefully demand the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from ten miles away. Such an act against heaven will eventually be punished by God!"
The slightly younger white-robed swordsman said this. The flying sword under his feet had already begun to tremble, shaking like a swing board on which a child plays.
"Junior brother, no!"
The white-robed swordsman who spoke viciously flew out a bright silver sword from his sleeve, and activated the flying sword under his feet to attack Ying Ruge. The other white-robed swordsman beside him activated his gong yuan, like the wind blowing on the lake,
Ripples spread out, causing the confused white-robed swordsman to slide back four to five feet.
Ying Ruge's eyes suddenly opened. In an instant, like a demon coming to the world, dark clouds began to fill the sky, and the world began to darken.
Kui Mulang has already wandered into the sky. Is the Ying Ruge in front of him really still the young and frivolous boy who challenged him with a broken sword?
Thinking of that scene, Kui Mulang finally shook his head slightly and sighed. Of course, he was no longer that young man. He was already one of the three fiercest men in the world, and he was also the master of ghost control in Mu Han Tower.
Even Mu Zhitu may no longer be a match for the Ghost Controller.
Under the wolf fang mask, his brows frowned for a moment, and the mahogany basalt sword hanging upside down behind his back began to tremble. Why did this mahogany sword move like this?
Ying Ruge stretched his left hand towards the sky, and the originally open palm clenched tightly. At that moment, a pair of black feather wings spread out from his back, and the wings flapped. It should not be a human ability.
"If God blocks God, God will be destroyed; if Demon blocks monster, Demon will be eliminated!"
The arrogant tone is what many foolish youths who have set foot in the martial arts world long to say. However, this immortal ghost man who is often mentioned among the younger generation is still arrogant towards the three immortal cultivators.
"Pangu Open Heaven Formation!"
Just as one of the white-robed swordsmen spoke, the three of them moved together. In addition to the flying swords they were stepping on, they each drew flying swords.
A total of thirteen weapons surrounded Ying Ruge and Kuimu Lang in an instant.
Ying Ruge waved the palm of her left hand back slightly, and the fire phoenix bird gave a long cry, flapped its wings, and carried Kuimulang up a lot. Those flying swords originally planned to chase after them, but they saw the dark flames weaving into a big net.
, wrapping him up like a song and flying swords, and naturally, also included the three white-robed swordsmen blocking the road.
"reason?"
The ghost-turned-Ying Ruge didn't die silently. He asked, and although his tone was still arrogant, there was no hint of contempt for the enemy.
Such people are even more terrifying.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, poor Taoist, etc..."
Before the middle-aged white-robed swordsman could finish his words, Ying Ruge mercilessly punched out with his right fist, and saw a huge black dragon appear invisible and roaring towards the three of them.
How could Kui Mulang, who was watching with rapt attention in the sky, fail to recognize "Xingchen Jue-Kang Jinlong", but it looked a bit strange like this.
Xingchen Jue is a move developed by Ying Ruge based on the Taoist fusion of Qi and Xianli. Kui Mulang’s contribution is also included in this move. But why, the aura contained in the Xingchen Jue this time is not a Taoist aura.
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The white-robed swordsman who was the first to take action became even more angry when he saw how rude the boy was. Naturally, he improved his skill by eight points, grabbed a flying sword, and swung out a crescent moon that collided with the black dragon.
The crescent moon has dispersed, but the giant dragon has not yet disappeared. The white-robed swordsman wielding the sword is even redder in the face, wishing that he could tear off Ying Ruge's skin right now.
"Donor, poor Taoist, etc. are not here to kill or kill, but they are here to give you a kind warning."
"roll!"
The older white-robed swordsman was angry, but he still behaved like an elder and was not angry.
"Pangu opened the sky, the Demon Subduing Formation!"
As soon as the words came out, thirteen flying swords burst out with dazzling golden light, and the sky was filled with Buddha's words, like a group of monks singing.
Kuimu Lang in the sky couldn't help but get angry when he saw this scene. Although the path of cultivation is different and leads to the same destination, it is really disgusting for Taoists to steal the Buddhist teachings of subduing demons.
Similarly, Kui Mulang even laughed at these three seemingly immortal people. Can they conquer demons or exorcise them? How to reconcile them?
Thirteen flying swords shining with golden light gradually combined and turned into a swastika.
The ghostly Ying Ruge looked at the flying sword swastika on the bottom of her feet, showing contempt for the first time.
"Is Haiyun's auspiciousness caused by the swastika? Today, I will cause a ghost fire from the sky to destroy you, who is an unorthodox and dishonest person!"
As the words fell, Ying Ruge did not move, but saw a ray of light break through the dark clouds in the sky, shining directly on the three sword-wielding immortals. In the next moment, nine groups of flying fires of different colors were seen flying out of the hole, like falling from the sky.
Fall, fall straight down.
At that moment, a corner of the endless sky was dyed red and black.
"Sixth brother!"
The eldest swordsman had not yet finished his last words, and the middle-aged swordsman had already understood the tacit understanding of a century. He saw that the two fingers of his right hand were swords, and he stabbed the nine flying fires with one sword. At first sight, the atmosphere formed, shaped like a sword.
Blade, one sword cut through nine balls of flying fire.
The youngest white-robed swordsman was feeling proud and was about to speak when he saw a black shadow in front of his eyes. The next moment, he felt pain in his cheek and he had been knocked four to five feet away.
When he activated the flying sword in the air, he stabilized his body again and looked forward.
The Ghost Controlling Master from Mu Han Tower had a dark right hand, as if he was wearing a black gold glove. He touched the left cheek that was hit by a punch, and his eyes widened. His spiritual power actually came from the small wound.
Slowly spread out.
The eldest white-robed swordsman also frowned. He could clearly see the spiritual power spreading out like silk from the left cheek of his eleventh junior brother, and slowly drifting towards Ying Ruge, who was neither human nor ghost but also like a demon.
As for Ying Ruge, he flapped his black feathered wings and shot up into the sky like a sharp arrow. He rose nearly ten feet in the air, then folded his wings and dived, and swung his clenched fist downwards with an unstoppable force.
With just one punch, the so-called "Pangu Demon Subduing Array" was broken.
When the youngest white-robed swordsman saw that the sword array was broken, he couldn't help but get angry and cursed, "What a broken sword, you son of a bitch swordsman made of dust."
The eldest white-robed swordsman waved his hand to signal his junior brother to shut up, and listened to him: "How can an inanimate thing made by a mortal be able to function as a divine magic circle?"
"Then before going to seize that immortal fate, Thirteen Swords seems to be the top priority."
"Since the third brother has gone, it's natural."
Ying Ruge can't help but frown, thirteen swords with souls?
This number and this condition were all too familiar. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. In the process, the dispelled jet-black dragon appeared again.
There was a threat in his words, and he shouted: "Who dares to do this, pig or dog?"