i have a sword fairy

Qin Jianfu's rushing momentum almost stopped the car instantly.

Similarly, his previous angry expression also suddenly subsided.

Instead, he revealed a calm and indifferent expression.

It turned out that they were all pretended.

This disfigured old Confucian scholar is also bluffing the one-armed young Confucian scholar.

An old fox, a little fox.

Beside a certain heart lake, the sword spirit in purple opened his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the color of the heart lake next to him.

There are indeed nervous colors belonging to the owner of Heart Lake.

However, more than that, it is a large area of ​​bright colors that are unique to calm and focused thinking.

In the main hall, Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged, holding his scabbard horizontally, still looking directly at Qin Jianfu.

As if he was just watching a boring acrobatics, he didn't even laugh.

Just sitting on the dragon coffin, watching the old man quietly.

Qin Jianfu stopped outside the circle, carefully watching the expression and eyes of the young Confucian scholar.

I want to see even a trace of timidity, panic or conspiracy.

However...it still failed.

From now until now, from the beginning to the end, Zhao Rong's eyes have been looking at him calmly.

Zhao Rong didn't even take a look at the blood circle on the ground and another strange pattern inside the blood circle.

This is also the reason why Qin Jianfu chose to stop outside the bloody circle at this time.

He has sacrificed and endured so much, and he has finally come to this point. He is about to complete his final revenge, and he can enjoy and savor Zhao Rong's pain before his death.

So be careful, don't gamble and underestimate carelessness...

at this time.

In the underground palace hall where autumn wind and autumn air leaked from the dragon coffin.

Outside the outline of the blood circle surrounding the central dragon coffin.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar took a step in place, then looked down at his feet.

Qin Jianfu stood still for a while, then slowly walked around the bloody circle on the ground.

He circled around Zhao Rong twice.

During this period, the old Confucian scholar also went to look at the candles in the southeast corner of the hall from time to time.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhao Rong's gaze remained the same, following Qin Jianfu's figure calmly the whole time, like a curious baby, wanting to see what the old man would do next.

The young Confucian scholar didn't seem to know that he was trapped and in a desperate situation at this time.

In the lake of his heart, Gui, who was dressed in purple, was also infected by the calm emotions of some sword masters, and his suspended heart relaxed slightly.

In fact, it had roughly guessed some of Zhao Rong's thoughts before.

The reason why he used the blood-stained scabbard to draw blood circles and another weird pattern on the ground, and at the same time placed a gloomy candle in the southeast corner, was actually just playing empty tricks to scare Qin Jianfu and delay his steps.

However, Gui didn't know all the plans and ideas in Zhao Rong's mouth that "it is better to ask for help than to ask for oneself". Right now, is this just delaying time, waiting for rescue, or...is there any other way?

Could it be that he wants to block the footsteps of a golden core monk for a long time only by relying on these weird blood maps with false stretches on the ground?

The purple-clothed sword spirit couldn't help frowning.

By the way, that candle!There may be something strange, the turning point is hidden! ?

As if it suddenly remembered something, it hurriedly looked at the "ghost blowing lamp".

But at this moment!

Qin Jianfu, who walked seven steps slowly around the outline of the blood circle, suddenly turned his head and stopped.

He stared at Zhao Rong in the center of the blood circle.

asked suddenly.

"Do you think the old man dare not?"

Zhao Rong looked at him, but still didn't speak.

However this time.

In an instant, Qin Jianfu disappeared in place.

The figure of the old man suddenly appeared next to the candle in the southeast corner, and then disappeared again, returning to the place where he spoke a second ago.

Only this time.

There was an extra ordinary white candle in his hand.

The candle has been broken in half, and there is still a wax flame burning quietly on one half of it, and the wax oil is dripping.

Qin Jianfu looked down, then took a careful sniff.

then……

He smiled.

No strangeness or smell.

The old man turned around and strode into the blood circle.

Sure enough, he was safe and sound.

"Tips for carving insects."

Qin Jianfu sneered, and walked towards Zhao Rong, who kept his eyes down and said nothing, without stopping.

Between the two Confucian scholars, there is only one bloody hexagram left...

Chapter 534 The autumn air is rustling today, it is appropriate to kill people ([-])

"Too bad, it was discovered so quickly."

When Qin Jianfu took a candle from the southeast corner and turned back, Gui couldn't help but secretly said.

However, what made his mood drop even more was the disfigured old Confucian scholar's action of lowering his head and sniffing the candle carefully.

It turned out that he had been prepared for a long time.

Sword Spirit frowned.

It is simply too difficult to tamper with the candles, put some scented poisons and so on, so that an old monster with extraordinary experience in the Jindan realm can be careless.

So... Zhao Rong's possible backhand is not in this white candle?

Candles are just ordinary candles, not his turning point?

Just like the blood circles painted on the ground, it was just an empty plan and distracted Qin Jianfu?

In the heart lake, the purple-clothed sword spirit was confused and anxious.

At this time, it turned its head and looked at the calm heart lake next to it. Most of it was still occupied by that calm and calm dazzling color.

In addition, there are some colors such as fear, fear, sadness, and regret in the "water of the lake of the heart", but they are firmly suppressed by the calm color of the "water of the lake", and the proportion is not large.

Suddenly, Gui realized something was wrong again.

At the edge of the heart lake, some lakes that symbolize the roaming of consciousness, tired and dormant colors are being restrained by the calm and calm lake water at the edge of the heart lake...

Is he in a daze, or is he trying to close his eyes and go to sleep?Is the injury unbearable?

Gui couldn't help but look at the calm one-armed Confucian scholar outside, and immediately held back his voice.

It pressed down, concentrated all its attention on the situation outside the outer brow chakra...

"Light a candle for yourself so early, do you want to die so much?"

In the main hall, the disfigured old Confucian scholar stepped into the blood circle, slowly approached the one-armed Confucian scholar sitting in the coffin, and said softly.

At this time, the old man was only seven steps away from the latter, and there was a blood-red pattern of a hexagram on the ground in the middle.

The bloody six-pointed star surrounded the one-armed Confucian scholar and the dragon coffin.

While speaking, Qin Jianfu threw half of the candle that was folded into two in his hand and threw it behind his shoulder.

He dragged the gray cigarette pouch in one hand, lightly twisted the remaining half of the candle with the flame with two fingers, and walked two steps forward, approaching the edge of the last hexagram on the ground.

Zhao Rong tried his best to raise his drooping eyelids, raised his hand, and wiped his bloody face vigorously.

He continued to calmly look at the old man who was twisting the candle with two fingers, and shook his head.

"It's for that little bastard in your family."

The disfigured old Confucian scholar's expression was flat, Aiko and his whole family were scolded, he didn't seem angry.

Keep going.

Keep walking.

Three steps away from the bloody six-pointed star.

Inside the hexagram three steps away from him, the one-armed Confucian scholar touched his face again, his eyes drooped, and he spoke softly.

"By the way, so close to that golden elixir, was that little animal the same as you at that time, the person who was burned was neither human nor ghost, and there was no part of his body that looked like a human?"

Qin Jianfu's face was calm, he didn't speak, and his footsteps remained the same.

"Actually, this little bastard didn't look like a human being before, so... the disfigurement can be regarded as plastic surgery." Zhao Rong raised his eyelids, and looked at Qin Jianfu's picture, which was full of sarcoid bumps and even his eyebrows were burned away. old face.

He nodded again, "Well, from now on, Your Excellency won't have to worry about others saying that he is not like him as the father of the Prime Minister of Wei, he is carved out of the same mold now, isn't he?"

The one-armed Confucian scholar on the dragon coffin chuckled lightly, jokingly.

The disfigured old scholar stopped.

The toes are only half a step away from the bloody hexagram on the ground.

The one-armed Confucian scholar didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and waved modestly at the old man, "You're welcome."

Qin Jianfu's face remained unchanged, as usual.

He lowered his head and looked at the last half-step distance under his feet.

Look up.

The vision touched a dark red line of blood, which belonged to a strange pattern that Qin Jianfu had never seen before.

It's like two triangles, one upright and the other upside down, covered in the opposite direction, simple and clear, but... the more you look at it, the more mysterious it becomes.

There are hexagons.The upper and lower corners seem to correspond to heaven and earth, yin and yang, while the other four corners...

The old man's eyes were fixed, and he continued to move up slowly, and the huge dragon coffin came into view.

The blood-colored hexagram surrounding it seems to symbolize some kind of protection or seal...

Qin Jianfu looked away from the air-tight dragon coffin, looked left and right at the quaint and magnificent halls around him, then turned his gaze back, continued to move upwards, and finally settled on the face of the one-armed Confucian scholar.

He sits quietly in the dragon coffin.

Eyelids drooping, grimy face calm.

The palm below was slowly patting the scabbard on the knee.

The old Confucian scholar twirled the candle, and stopped outside the bloody hexagram, leaving the last half step under his feet.

not before.

"Why... are you so anxious to provoke the old man?"

The old disfigured old Confucian scholar stared at the downcast eyes of the one-armed Confucian scholar, and asked calmly.

"Oh, forgot."

The one-armed Confucian scholar patted the scabbard hand lightly, feeling a little dazed.

"Sorry, I forgot that he seems to be gone. This little bastard is not as capable as his father. He can run away with the golden core protection, so there should be no ashes left after being burned?"

Qin Jianfu looked at Zhao Rong, hunched over and motionless.