i have a sword fairy

It chuckled softly and said, "By the way, our Mr. Zhao looks very romantic, but when you look at it carefully, he seems to be a child, right?"

Hearing that the culprit had the face to mention this, the one-armed Confucian scholar who was concentrating on opening his eyelids really couldn't help it this time.

He said to it in a very sincere tone: "Return to the Great Sword Spirit, you don't have to say anything if you have nothing to say."

Return: "..."

The two became quiet again.

In the silent tomb passage, there was only the sound of Zhao Rong's swift footsteps, and the atmosphere became solemn again, making people breathless.

Because Zhao Rong and Gui were actually waiting for a certain sound.

"How much longer."

It asked suddenly.

Ask the next time a disfigured old Confucian scholar breaks into the door with a banging sound.

"Ninety... breath."

The one-armed Confucian scholar calmly stared at the dark tomb passage ahead, and muttered softly.

After a pause, he continued to count, "89 breaths... 88 breaths... 87 breaths..."

Gui was silent for a while, "Then where are we going now?"

"run?"

The one-armed Confucian scholar smiled, and at this moment, he finally crossed the tomb passage.

Turn back to the main hall of the underground palace again.

"Seventy breaths... 69 breaths..."

The one-armed Confucian scholar calmly walked to the center of the silent main hall, suddenly shook his head, and asked curiously, "Why are you running?"

Gui immediately understood.

No more words.

Inside the brow chakra, dressed in purple, she stood up suddenly and came to the railing of a high-rise building, far away from this peaceful heart lake that hides evil dragons.

However, at this moment, Zhao Rong raised his hand and rubbed his face, showing a bright smile, and suddenly said: "It should be... that old bastard should run away."

He pointed to his feet.

The purple-clothed sword spirit was taken aback for a moment, this time, he really frowned in confusion.

"49 breaths."

In the center of the magnificent main hall, in front of the dragon coffin.

The one-armed Confucian scholar bowed his head, whispered a word, then removed the scabbard at his waist, placed it horizontally on the lid of the dragon coffin, grabbed it with his big hand, and tore off the broken and blood-red right sleeve.

He grabbed the blood-red sleeve with his left hand and placed it above the empty scabbard.

The dark red blood was squeezed out in clusters and fell on the scabbard like a trickle.

It stained the empty scabbard red, and wet the corner of the huge dragon coffin below.

"36 breaths..."

The one-armed Confucian scholar grabbed one end of the blood-red scabbard and mopped the other end.

Dragging the scabbard with his arms down, he walked three feet away from the dragon coffin, and then... his footsteps deviated, and he walked around the luxurious dragon coffin in the middle.

"21 breaths."

After the one-armed Confucian scholar circled the dragon coffin three times with a radius of three feet, a bright red blood circle appeared on the cold, dark floor in the center of the grand hall.

This scene, which appeared in the dark hall where the coffin was placed, was very strange.

Seeing this, Gui frowned and became more and more puzzled.

The one-armed Confucian scholar stood still for a moment, then walked silently to the southeast corner of the hall, knelt down, and took out a white candle.

Candles lit, put down.

A grain of orange light lit up the southeast corner of the magnificent main hall.

This style of painting... seems to be getting more and more wrong.

Seeing this, Sword Spirit couldn't bear it anymore.

"What is this... what are you doing?"

It asks seriously.

"This? Heh... ghost blowing... lamp. Eighteen breaths."

Looking at this neat candle, the one-armed Confucian scholar who was squatting on the ground grinned, and then said something nonchalantly.

Gui: "...???"

Ghost... blowing... lights?You can't be a fucking member of the Devil's Cult! ?

The one-armed Confucian scholar stood up, dragged his scabbard, and walked back to the 'blood circle' in the center of the hall without any haste.

The sword spirit was silent for a moment, then cast his eyes again, and took a closer look at the strange layout in the hall...

It shares weal and woe with Zhao Rong, the kind that sleeps together.

What kind of secrets can he have, it is very clear, and the heart lake is beside him.But right now he's using these tricks... wait a minute.

Gui raised his eyelids.

In fact, this guy has always had one thing that makes him, a very knowledgeable sword spirit, unable to figure it out.

That is his strange ideas, and strange brain circuit, or way of thinking.

Even if it could see his mood changes moment by moment based on the color of the heart lake, what exactly was this man thinking... It was not the first time that the sword spirit had guessed wrongly.

Thinking of this, Jian Ling suddenly remembered what Zhao Rong said when he came in, and vaguely understood something...

Gui suddenly said: "Actually... Regarding your heart lake where evil dragons and carp coexist, apart from being able to practice the kung fu of that out-of-bounds martial artist, there is actually... another set of kung fu."

The one-armed Confucian scholar who lowered his head and dragged his scabbard suddenly raised his head, frowned slightly, and then loosened it again.

Nodding: "Nine breaths...say."

On the tall building, the purple-clothed sword spirit lowered its eyes, staring at the evil dragon carp at the bottom of the heart lake who dared not poke its head, and the dark blue glazed dragon carp on the water surface who dared not dive, and spoke...

Chapter 532 The autumn air is rustling today, it is appropriate to kill people ([-])

Dali Imperial Mausoleum, the main hall of the underground palace.

The last nine breaths.

"In addition to that outsider martial artist, I actually visualized another guy's avenue landscape."

On the tall building, the sword spirit in purple looked down at the heart lake below.

"If it is said that the Dao of the martial artist outside the realm is that the evil dragon and the dragon carp are distinct, and that yin and yang coexist together, then the magic dragon that was killed and eaten by the martial artist and completed the Dao also has a set of Dao skills, which is also about... evil. Jiao and dragon carp."

Zhao Rong frowned, nodded and said softly, "Six breaths."

Gui turned around with his hands behind his back, and said directly: "What is a demon dragon? Becoming a demon. The dragon carp dives, crosses the cordon into the abyss, and lets a certain evil dragon in the abyss swallow it... that's all."

"The dragon carp transforms into a demon dragon, and the physical cultivation is one level higher."

It's short and to the point.

Hearing the words, the one-armed Confucian scholar in the middle of Fuyao Realm took a deep breath and uttered two words: "Three breaths."

Sword Spirit's voice suddenly sank.

"Nine breaths. Now you, the Daolong carp can only wait in Qianyuan for nine breaths. Even so, you have to pay a lot of money. Once the nine breaths arrive, I will help you out of trouble, otherwise... you can go back I can't come back either."

It speaks very fast.

"Zhao Rong, advanced martial arts, nine breaths, is that enough?"

After the Fuyao state, Wu Fu and Tao Xiu parted ways.

Daoxiu focuses on spiritual energy cultivation, Haoran Tianzhi Jindan...

Wufu continued to refine his body and climbed to the ninth rank of martial arts...

As for the monks and warriors in the same realm, they are invincible in close quarters.

Nine breaths into the devil, the physique is elevated by one level, that is... a ninth-rank martial artist.

The one-armed Confucian scholar dragged a blood-stained scabbard with one hand, and walked slowly into the blood circle outlined by the blood in the center of the hall.

He turned around, put his scabbard on the ground, and nodded his head.

"enough."

However, the sword spirit who knew this Jiaochiyuan best, did not breathe a sigh of relief after learning that its moves might help the one-armed scholar's plan, but sighed lightly for some reason.

It turned its head, and stopped looking at the heart lake below, where dragons, carp and evil dragons coexist harmoniously with great painstaking efforts.

the next moment.

Zhao Rong and Gui, who remained silent together, turned their eyes to the entrance of the underground palace at the same time.

There is a dark tomb passage.

The hour has come.

The grand and dark hall.

The blood dripped from the severed arm of the one-armed Confucian scholar.

A grain of orange light in the southeast corner swayed from side to side, reflecting the vertical shadow of the candle on the wall.

Everything... was quiet.

There was no sound from outside.

There is no sound that is forbidden by the 'behemoth' shaking the imperial mausoleum!

Gui whispered: "That old bastard, is this... leaving?"

Zhao Rong stared at the quiet tomb passage without saying a word.

Jian Ling's tone was not only consciously higher, "Zhao Rong, did your wife or Zhu Yourong come here in time? Scare this old beast away, or kill him directly!"

Zhao Rong still didn't speak.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the lonely candle in the southeast corner of the main hall.

Anyway, he breathed a sigh of relief, saw some abnormalities in Zhao Rong, and asked curiously: "Say something, hey, what are you looking at... What kind of ghost lamp did you put in the corner?"

"Hey, why is its fire jumping all the time, the flame body is crooked."

Zhao Rong stretched out three fingers holding the scabbard, and turned his head slowly while feeling something in the hall.

He said softly, "It's windy."

The wind is blowing the candles.

Gui was startled, "Wind? Where is the wind leaking from this airtight underground palace?"

……

The outstretched fingers of the one-armed Confucian scholar felt some kind of air current coming from behind. He turned around, his eyes swept around, and finally... landed on the tall dragon coffin.

Gui's eyes followed his gaze, and suddenly he was surprised: "Is there wind in the dragon's coffin?"

Zhao Rong raised his head and looked left and right at the hidden underground palace, then looked down at the dragon coffin leaked by the wind, and pursed his lips.

I don't know what he was thinking.

The sword spirit couldn't help repeating at this time, "There is wind leaking out of this dragon coffin! Good Zhao Rong, you really are the way of heaven and earth. This is really your destiny, and you should not die!"

It said in surprise: "Zhao Rong, there is definitely something strange inside. There is probably an exit hidden inside. Otherwise, where does the atmosphere come from? Pry it open, check it out, and see if we can escape! Taking advantage of the old man outside I don’t know why the animal didn’t move, so hurry up!”

Hearing Jian Ling's hasty suggestion.

The one-armed Confucian scholar did not move.

He stood there for a while, his calm gaze withdrawn from the dragon coffin, as if nothing had happened.

In the blood circle in the center of the empty hall, the one-armed Confucian scholar suddenly started to make another strange move.