i have a sword fairy

The empty city plan was completely declared bankrupt.

Qin Jianfu opened his eyes and glanced at his 'masterpiece' on the ground.

The one-armed Confucian scholar covered his face with one hand, struggling and twisting his body, moaning in pain.

Holding the gray cigarette pouch in his hand, the old man calmly raised his foot, stepped over the blood-colored hexagram, walked to Zhao Rong's side, raised one foot, and stepped on the latter's black charcoal-like forehead with a 'bang' sound.

He bent down slightly, calmly closed his eyes, and looked down at the disfigured young Confucian scholar:

"You look like this, even if you are let go, will those beauties who are worried about you accept it after seeing it? Heh..."

The corners of the disfigured old Confucian scholar's mouth curled up.

The skin laughs and the flesh also laughs.

"Now, we are all bereaved dogs."

On the ground, the pitch-black man was trampled on the head by the old man, his burnt black teeth clenched tightly.

He swallowed hard the moan that overflowed from his throat, and his lips were so burned that he couldn't tell, but at this moment he trembled.

It seems to be saying something.

The whispering Zhao Rong rested his elbows on the ground, trying to raise his head vigorously, but was trampled on by the disfigured old scholar.

He couldn't move his head at all, his eyes drooped a little bit with black blood, like two dim and dry stars.

Qin Jianfu looked down at this ugly man from a high position.

The foot is changed from stepping on to picking.

The old man raised his chin with his toes, then lowered his head, calmly looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar 'face' below.

Well, or rather, it was already a lump of flesh and blood, and the hand that covered his face before was stuck in it.

On the face of the one-armed Confucian scholar, only a pair of dim star-like eyes remained, which were covered with bloodshot eyes.

Eyelids drooped like two thin sheets of coal.

At this time, his chin was lifted by one foot, but he looked up at the ceiling of the main hall studded with night pearls, and did not look at the old man looking down from above.

The one-armed Confucian scholar looked up at the sky and murmured.

Qin Jianfu tilted his head, as if he wanted to strain his ears to hear what he was saying.

The one-armed Confucian scholar whispered another monosyllabic word, and then silently tore off the 'hand on the face'. On the palm, black, red, and white blurred together, and the five fingers in it trembled and closed into a fist. rise.

Slowly hit Qin Jianfu's face.

The smile on the old man's face disappeared.

Expecting someone to beg for mercy before dying, he nodded.

Then the dry hand grabbed the ridiculously slow fist, and flipped Zhao Rong's middle finger casually.

Totally broken.

The severed finger was attached to the skin and drooped on the back of the hand.

He can no longer make a fist.

Beside a certain heart lake, there was a purple-clothed sword spirit sitting beside the lake with his knees in disregard of his appearance. It did not look at the tragic scene outside, but frowned in bewilderment and silently, staring at someone's heart lake.

On the surface of the heart lake, fighting against the color of painful death is still the "calm color" that makes the purple-clothed sword spirit feel beautiful.

It suddenly felt that even though it was very likely that it would die soon with this scumbag sword master who ignored it, it didn't seem too bad to be able to see such a beautiful and interesting heart lake before dying.

The purple-clothed sword spirit stretched out a finger, as if brushing a strand of hair on the side of his temples, then his eyes drooped, and slowly landed on a dark blue glazed dragon carp under the water surface of the heart lake. It looked curiously. Looking at the dragon carp circling above a certain cordon...

In the main hall, the lips of a certain disfigured one-armed scholar quivered, as if he had spit out another monosyllabic word.

Qin Jianfu seemed to hear a little more clearly this time, he raised his eyelids, and in the next second, there was a solid "bang", Zhao Rong flew upside down, rolled several times, and was caught by a person in the southeast corner of the hall. Only a three-legged tripod blocks the castration.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar who kicked away the one-armed Confucian scholar slightly frowned and looked around.

"Eight?"

The monosyllabic word that this dying one-armed scholar just murmured seemed to be 'eight'.

This is at……

Qin Jianfu's eagle-like cloudy eyes swept across the empty hall, but before he had time to be vigilant, a beautiful and melodious singing sounded in the hall.

Or.

It just came from his ear alone.

Today, the old man who returned to Jindan Realm heard the whale song.

"……ninety."

In the main hall, there was a Confucian scholar in Fuyao who had already heard the singing, but this time, Qin Jianfu had no time to hear it.

He suddenly lowered his head, opened his eyes and looked at his hands, and found that his aura had completely disappeared with a horrified face!

The fourth-grade golden elixir that continuously provided him with surging and powerful spiritual power was like a landlubber that was strangled by its neck, and could no longer call out that loud voice, suffocating.

It was Whale Song Amber, which Qian'er handily gave Zhao Rong the North Sea Miracle Fragrance for self-defense on a night when he stayed up late to make up classes in Dali Hanjing.

Beside a certain heart lake, the purple-clothed sword spirit who was embracing his knees suddenly stood up, face!It's the face!It turned out that Zhao Rong was drowsy before and tried his best to hold on!It turned out that he had smeared the Whale Song Amber on his face in advance!Then deliberately provoked Qin Jianfu, overtly and secretly guided the old man to "treat him in the same way" and disfigured him with flames!Then the whale song amber with blood on his face was ignited, and along with the smell of Zhao Rong's roasted meat, Qin Jianfu inhaled it into his nose under the most unexpected circumstances...

Rao Guigui couldn't help feeling excited at this moment, but at this moment, in his peripheral vision, the figure of the black and glazed dragon carp hovering around the cordon had disappeared...

In the sealed underground palace hall, the atmosphere was dead silent.

The old man who 'extinguished' the golden core was terrified for a moment, and seemed to have noticed some movement again. He looked up suddenly like a frightened bird.

In the field of vision, the figure who had collapsed in the southeast corner slowly stood up.

"Er... what did you do!? What song is this! Who is singing!?" Qin Jianfu was furious, looking around.

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar who was lying on the ground moaning in pain seemed to be suddenly replaced by a different person.

His originally weak and endangered expression gradually subsided, and he stopped pretending.

……

He lowered his head, supported the three-legged tripod next to him, and slowly stood up.

The pitch-black man lowered his head and looked calmly at his left hand.

He only has four fingers left.

In the depths of the heart lake, a dragon carp resolutely entered the abyss, and was immediately swallowed by an excited evil dragon carp.

then.

The evil dragon turned into a dragon, and the demonic flames soared to the sky. He immediately turned his head and devoured the other evil dragons watching!

Eat one at a time.

The group of Jiao fled in fear.

A killing that even the most vicious things in Xinhu trembled and frightened officially began.

Inside the hall, a one-armed Confucian scholar raised his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Has his meaty aroma.

"What are you going to do? Court death! Dare you!!"

An old man sensed something keenly with his five senses, his heart trembled, and he yelled angrily at the one-armed Confucian scholar who was standing still, panicking.

However, under his feet.

But it took a step back... two steps... three steps...

The one-armed scholar suddenly opened his eyes.

This is a pair of blood eyes.

The blood-eyed Confucian raised his left hand, put it to his mouth, and gently bit off the broken middle finger on his left hand.

Finally, the bloody four fingers were able to make a fist again.

Feel.

He felt the power between the "four-fingered fist".

It's an entry-level martial artist.

He has... nine breaths.

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar took a ten-foot step and came to Qin Jianfu in an instant. He punched the door directly in the face. The old man flew upside down. With a loud bang, he hit the icy dragon coffin and fell heavily again.

The cigarette bag in his hand also fell to the ground beside him.

Qin Jianfu's nose and mouth were bleeding profusely, a mouthful of old blood spewed out, his crooked body bent and contracted like a shrimp, and coughed frantically at the same time.

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar with the physique of a terrifying and alien dragon stepped forward in one step, and in an instant came to the old man whose physical body was only a little stronger than that of the Fuyao Realm after losing his aura.

From the dragon coffin behind the latter, there was still autumn air slowly leaking out.

In the silent hall, the autumn air is rustling today.

It is suitable to kill people.

"Er...er!" The disfigured old Confucian scholar's mouth was covered with blood, he raised his head angrily, but he met a pair of bloody eyes.

In front of the dragon coffin, two Confucian scholars stood side by side.

This time the positions are reversed!

After testing Qin Jianfu's physique with a three-point blow, the blood-eyed Confucian scholar was neither arrogant nor impetuous.

He did not delay for a moment.

Bend your knees, turn sideways, and pack your fists.

This second punch did not hold back at all, and with all its strength, it slammed down on the old man on the ground!

After a burst of sound.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Under the dragon coffin, there was a dull voice.

There was no cracking sound.

Zhao Rong's punch seemed to be hitting cotton candy, but the strength was canceled out!

There are changes on the field.

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar retracted his fists and stared at it. It turned out to be the gray cigarette pouch beside Qin Jianfu, in which strange gray halos emerged continuously, surrounding and protecting him.

Received the blow just now.

"It happened!"

Gui exclaimed, "This thing has a spirit. Although the master lost his aura and couldn't move it, his spirituality sensed the danger on his own and protected his body spontaneously! This thing...is not simple!!"

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar who was counting down silently in his heart remained silent, and continued to punch with all his strength!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

It still seemed to be trapped in a cotton ball.

The weird halo from the gray cigarette bag protected Qin Jianfu who was staring in surprise, and after being punched twice, he showed no sign of weakness at all!

"Four...five..." The blood-eyed Confucian scholar bent his knees and raised his fist mechanically, and punched away again.

Seeing this futile scene of despair, Gui fell silent.

Sure enough, killing an old Jindan-level monster across the three realms was even more difficult than reaching the sky. Any small accident would mean that everything would be lost.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Qin Jianfu laughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and coughed violently, "Cough cough cough cough... Hahahahaha..."

"You're looking for death, you're looking for death, you're useless! So what if you can figure this old man out!? Any magic weapon on this old man can make you helpless! So what about the physique of a mere ninth-rank martial artist? Ants are ants!"

The old man laughed very heartily, this was the most heartily he had ever laughed tonight!

He just wanted this kind of script that "gives the other party hope and then makes the other party completely despair"!God actually gave it to him!God is on his side too! ! !