Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 333
The news of Lingyuan Pavilion auctioning the Lingyuan flower quickly spread to every corner of the Kunlun world, even the Luochahai far away from the mainland received the news.

Spirit kite flowers are extremely precious, but not all cultivators are useful. To make the best use of them, they must also be used as medicines. Soon, some practitioners with profound Taoism headed towards Tongxiang City.

Some greedy practitioners also wanted a piece of the pie, but when they heard about the names of the competitors, they were so frightened that even Tongxiang City dared not approach.

For practitioners, although Lingyuan Pavilion is just an ordinary auction house, no one dares to rob or rob it, because behind Lingyuan Pavilion is the Tongxiang Prefecture and the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Thirty days later, Midsummer officially arrived, and the auction was about to begin.

Lingyuan Pavilion is a tube-tower building. There is a huge space in the middle for displaying the auction items. The second to fourth floors are where guests sit. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can clearly see the auction items on the first floor.

The fifth floor is used to receive some of the most distinguished and mysterious guests.

Apart from the Lingyuan flower, there are naturally other treasures, but there are very few that can attract practitioners. Many people dare not breathe a sigh of relief, because the practitioners who came today seem to be particularly powerful.

Countless eyes fell on the brocade box in the middle, which was the highlight of this auction.

Spirit iris.

On the quiet fifth floor, except for the shopkeeper who was looking down nervously in a certain elegant room, there was only one person in another room.

It was a woman in a red and white dress with a red hairband tied on top of her head.

She didn't sit, she just stood quietly and there was a strong killing intent, not because she wanted to kill, but because she was born with it.

Some advanced practitioners sensed the killing intent, and looked up to the fifth floor. Although they couldn't see who was there, they began to feel uneasy in their hearts. Could it be that they also came to fight for the Lingyuan flower?
The cultivator who can make them palpitate must be extremely profound, and they should not look down on other auction items except for the Lingyuan flower.

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Twenty miles to the east of Tongxiang City, there is a hilly area full of greenery. The vegetation that grows in early spring is particularly lush, and a small river runs through it, which is quite artistic.

A touch of red dress is graceful in the wind, especially conspicuous among the greenery.

Gu Zhiyue stood calmly by the river, the water surface reflected that indifferent face, slightly rippling, there was a flower bush not far from her feet, all kinds of small flowers were competing to bloom, filled with a faint fragrance.

A pitch-black knife light came from the south and landed not far from the river. The man's short blue hair grew a lot, fluttering slightly in the wind, with a touch of elegance.

"Are you sure she will pass by here?" The man asked as he glanced across the river and the flowers.

The head of the ancient moon gnat is slightly dotted.

Although the man still had doubts, he didn't refute, and said, "Do you need me to do anything?"

Gu Zhiyue said: "No need."

The man looked in the direction of Tongxiang City, sighed, and said, "You already know about Lan Buyan, but you won't be able to kill him in a short time. If he stays in Luochahai all the time, I'm afraid you won't be able to kill him in your whole life." .”

Gu Zhiyue's eyes froze slightly, and said: "In three years, I will definitely kill him."

The man shook his head helplessly, stayed for a while, and then headed north.

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The Lingyuan Pavilion auction has been going on smoothly without any disturbances, until the last lot, it finally became lively.

Spirit iris.

A group of practitioners bid, including many masters of the Qianyuan realm, until the woman on the fifth floor stood at the window and glanced down.

Lingyuan Pavilion was instantly silent.

Rakshahai kills her daughter Spring and Autumn, who dares to compete with her for the spirit kite flower?
After getting the Lingyuan flower, Chunqiu didn't stop any longer, she went straight out of Tongxiang City, and walked all the way west. After half an hour, she stopped at the bank of a small river in a green hill, where there was a flower bush, and she walked directly among the flowers. Sit cross-legged.

Under the shroud of a faint spiritual light, the Lingyuan flower floats in front of Chunqiu. Although the color is extremely light, it looks more ordinary under the contrast of the flowers, but it has a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

Chunqiu had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, his hands quickly formed a seal, and mysterious rays of light turned into thin threads and wrapped around the Lingyuan flower, like a sharp dagger, directly split the Lingyuan flower into countless pieces, and then suddenly turned into fine powder.

The splinters of the Lingyuan flower floated for a moment, and gathered into a long and thin thing under the package of true energy.

Chunqiu opened her mouth and swallowed it like a long whale absorbing water. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. As long as she refines the essence of the Lingyuan flower, the evils in her body will be eliminated, and there is hope to hit the Infinity Realm.

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated, formed seals with her hands again, and slowly closed her eyes, a special energy flowing through her limbs.

As everyone knows, there is a pair of cold eyes looking straight at this scene in the dark.

After a long time, the fluctuating breath of true energy gradually calmed down, Chunqiu opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a smile.

But just for a moment, her smile slowly froze, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, fell on the flowers, making a sizzling sound, and those wild flowers were instantly corroded away.

The original majestic and stable aura was instantly disordered to the extreme, and Chunqiu's face was full of disbelief.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and afterimages in red clothes quickly rushed over and appeared in front of her.

Chunqiu's face changed in shock, and he stared at Gu Zhiyue's face and said, "It's you! Why are you here?"

Gu Zhiyue said: "Wait for you."

Chunqiu was startled, looked at the patch of black blood among the flowers, and immediately shouted angrily: "You did it?"

Gu Zhiyue said: "Yes."

Chunqiu tried his best to suppress the disordered breath in his body, stood up with difficulty, his face became more and more ugly, and suddenly asked in surprise: "Could it be that the Lingyuan flower is a bureau?"

Gu Zhiyue said calmly: "In order to kill you, I really spent a lot of effort."

Chunqiu stared at the woman whose temperament had changed drastically, and said, "What is it?"

Gu Zhiyue said: "Gu Jiao salivates."

Chunqiu's body trembled, and he said, "How did you know that I would refine Lingyuan flowers here?"

Gu Zhiyue said: "Little uncle said that if you want to kill someone who is stronger than you, you must understand his heart. Within a hundred miles of Tongxiang City, the energy of heaven and earth is the most abundant here. If you are impulsive With such a temperament, I can't wait to return to Rakshahai."

Chunqiu's face turned paler, but he smiled coldly and said, "I admit it, but do you think you can kill me with the ancient saliva?"

Gu Zhiyue said softly: "I believe in myself."

As the voice fell, the azure sword light appeared instantly, the extremely zhan sword floated above his head, and thousands of sword qi swept out like a storm.

Looking at this scene, Chunqiu's black pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help another burst of qi and blood. With a push with both hands, the majestic zhenqi blasted out like an angry dragon.

"I didn't expect your swordsmanship to grow to such a level."

There is the brightest sword light in the eye of the storm, the sharpest sword is the ultimate.

Juanzi Jianjue.

Extreme word sword formula.

The two styles of the twelve-character sword formula work perfectly together.

Although the sword energy was temporarily blocked, it directly invaded Chunqiu's meridian after a while.

Her face was as pale as paper, and another mouthful of black blood spewed out.

The black blood turned into poisonous needles and flew towards Gu Zhiyue. With a wave of her jade hand, the sword energy condensed into a barrier, trying to stop it.

But those black needles directly pierced the barrier of sword energy, Gu Zhiyue's face changed slightly, and he turned sideways to hide, but his sleeves were still corroded away, and a burnt smell permeated out.

Chunqiu was seriously injured by the sword qi, and flew upside down dozens of feet, and slammed into a boulder fiercely, the boulder split into pieces in an instant.

She glanced at Gu Zhiyue coldly, and wanted to run away.

A blue sword light appeared in an instant, directly penetrating her body and the boulder behind her, instantly filled the sky with smoke and dust, and blood spattered.

Chunqiu did not expect that Gu Zhiyue's sword was so fast.

But Gu Zhiyue's movement was even faster, and she appeared in front of Chunqiu in an instant, with a hundred sword lights.

Chunqiu shouted coldly and clasped his hands together. Suddenly a strong wind blew up and dozens of water pillars were thrown up from the river, falling towards the ancient moon like spears.

Gu Zhiyue did not dodge, but directly resisted.

Boom.

The smoke disappeared.

Ji Zhanjian returned to Gu Zhiyue's hands at some point, she held the hilt tightly, but the blade pierced Chunqiu's chest, the sound of heartbeat spread along the sword body, and then gradually weakened.

Gu Zhiyue's face was pale, but his speed was still extremely fast. The Jizhan sword lightly sliced ​​across the air, bringing out several sword lights.

A bloodstain appeared on Chunqiu's neck.

Very light and fine.

Subsequently, the body was separated.

The red clothes fluttered, and blood fell on it, without any clues, like a hell Shura.

(End of this chapter)