i have a sword fairy

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar didn't seem to hear, his eyes didn't blink, his lips were tightly pressed, and he continued to gather strength to punch.

The gray cigarette pouch lying on the ground still emits gray halos continuously.

Qin Jianfu stood up, sat under the dragon coffin, leaned against the wall of the dragon coffin, laughed and coughed and stretched out his hand, tremblingly touched the Sumeru, as if he wanted to take out some other magic weapons.

However, this hand was withdrawn halfway.

Because right now he doesn't have the aura to open Sumeru.

But Qin Jianfu was in no hurry.

His old face was smiling like a flower, and he looked at Zhao Rong who was close at hand and punched silently.

"Hahaha, how do you feel? How do you feel, you little beast? Say something! Endure calculations all afternoon, but in the end, I couldn't even touch a single hair of the old man. Hahahahahahaha, trash! When the old man regains his aura, At once……"

And at this moment, the mouth of the gray cigarette pouch suddenly became haloed!

It seems that something is about to break out of the gray cigarette bag and break through the blockade!

The mysterious gray pipe of unknown origin trembled!

All of a sudden, all the gray halo surrounding Qin Jianfu's body suddenly retracted and flowed into the pocket again, holding onto the pocket that was about to be burst by some force!

This scene is like a stream flowing backwards.

And in an instant, the crisis situation in front of the dragon coffin was reversed again!

"Ho... ho... no... don't..." Qin Jianfu stared blankly at the gray cigarette bag, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly, like an old duck being strangled by its neck.

"Six...seven..." The blood-eyed Confucian scholar who raised his fist silently was muttering calmly.

The air in the hall was a little quiet at this moment.

The old man's neck stiffened and he turned around.

The blood-eyed Confucian raised four fingers and silently clenched his fist.

Accumulate power... Boom!

One punch pierced Qin Jianfu's dantian.

With a twist of the wrist, a fiery golden pill was dug out and thrown away.

"Eight."

Another punch, piercing through the chest.

Detonate a fresh beating heart directly, and the blood is soaring everywhere!

Like a blooming red flower.

"Nine."

Another punch hit Qin Jianfu's sluggish face, smashing his entire head.

Red, white, and green splashed in all directions, as if there was a bright and colorful canvas on the floor.

Qin Jianfu, dead.

At the same time, the Nine Breaths have arrived.

By the heart lake, the silent purple-clothed sword spirit suddenly got up, stretched out his hand to grab, and captured the projection of a certain sword from a certain soul of Zhao Rong.

It has been an unknown number of years since returning home, and finally he handed out a sword.

In the depths of the abyss of heart that had become a bloody purgatory, the bloody dragon that had swallowed the ninth evil dragon and was about to transform out of control had its head cut off.

There are dragons falling.

From the corpse of the demon dragon, a weak and evil dragon and a "black blue glass color" with an extremely dim color came out and separated...

The former fled into the abyss again, while the latter drifted through the cordon, rose back to the lake, and turned into a carp...

In the main hall of the underground palace, someone stood on Qin Jianfu's body, and finally spoke hoarsely:

"It seems... you are not very good at 'being a father'."

Zhao Rong nodded.

At this moment, his body was on the verge of falling, and his eyelids drooped uncontrollably.

He gently stretched out his hand with only four fingers left, and gently untied the mouth of the gray cigarette bag that had lost its owner from the outside.

Something is let out.

It's just that someone couldn't see it.

Beside the tall dragon's coffin, a burnt and incomparably pitch-black broken figure fell towards a certain direction in the hall.

The hall returned to a dead silence.

It's as if the things that just happened never existed.

Only the mess around the dragon coffin in this hall, the horrific and tragic traces, silently tell the possible visitors...

Chapter 536 Confucian gentleman, black man in white

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

Stained blood, severed limbs, wreckage, empty scabbards, golden pills in corners...

It was a mess.

A gray cigarette bag was lying sideways on the floor, and the gray juice from the headshot of the original owner did not splash on it at all.

At this moment, from the mouth of the bag opened by Zhao Rong before he fell to the ground, a stream of light was slowly flowing out.

Like a water cup falling to the ground, the gray 'halo' flows down, and the suppressive and restrained things in it can no longer be suppressed.

In the watery halo, three phantoms in human form walked out quickly and one after another.

Among them, two human-shaped phantoms walked out and stood together.

They are an old man and a woman, both of whom seem to be wearing long robes and Confucian shirts.

At this time, although the gray halo from the gray cigarette bag could no longer block the contents of the bag, it was still closely connected, covering the two Confucian scholars who came out first like a shadow, but it could no longer restrain their actions.

The two figures were hazy, making it difficult to see their faces clearly.

But it can be roughly seen that the woman has a graceful figure, her hair is like a waterfall shawl, and her footsteps are hurried.

And the old man was tall and thin, with a jade ring on his waist.

There are rules in Confucianism, the scholar's jade biscuit, and the gentleman's jade ring, which cannot be surpassed.

At the same time, the tall and thin old man was holding a Lin Lu Scholar Jade Bi in his hand.

It was Zhao Rong's temporary scholar jade bi that was thrown into the gray cigarette pouch by Qin Jianfu.

At this moment, it is shining brightly in the hands of the old man, like a fish entering the sea, being completely aroused.

The dazzling brilliance of the simple and simple characters engraved on it covered the tall and thin old man and the graceful woman next to him, seeming to constitute the projections of the two.

And their real bodies are not known to be far away.

Behind the old man and woman dressed as Confucian scholars, there is a phantom figure, slowly walking out of the pipe.

The figure of this person is snow-white, which seems to be composed of the snow-white Mo Xia sword energy swallowed by the gray pipe.

Like the previous two, the figure of this unknown ink man was shrouded in the gray halo flowing from the gray cigarette pouch, and this gray pouch seemed to be something related to the natural restraint of swordsmanship.

Therefore, on the projection formed by the sword energy of the seventh-level ink man, gray halos gathered and shrouded an exceptionally large number.

It's just that this mysterious cigarette pouch of unknown origin has lost its owner, and it can no longer restrain these "projections" that came out in the slightest.

However, it also obscured the figure of this unknown ink man even more, so that no gender could be seen, only his figure was slender, very thin, with an extremely long belt.

At that moment, in the Great Hall of Silence, three phantoms had just appeared one after the other, surrounded by a mess, and before we could see more, among the two Confucian scholars standing in the front, the graceful woman rushed out first.

"Ziyu!"

It was Zhu Yourong's soft and magnetic voice, but at this time it was no longer the gentle and eager voice she used to be in class.

Zhu Yourong's snow-eyed Nascent Soul is still on the way to Dali. She is focused on two things. This is her body left in the academy. Before she went to find the tall and thin old man for help, she just wanted to locate Zhao Rong.

What makes Zhu Yourong very anxious is that in a forbidden secret place in the academy, the tall and thin old man has been trying to communicate with this scholar's jade by borrowing a certain 'primer' corresponding to Zhao Rong's scholar's jade, but the strange Yes, even though they communicated with Yubi, they were still unable to locate the unknown location of Yubi, as if covered by a fog.

This indicates that the person who concealed the identity of Zhao Rong's jade biscuit, in addition to possessing strange means, is also very familiar with the "just in case" jade biscuit and related magical restrictions prepared by the Confucian Academy for scholars, and may even... ...he is a Confucian monk.

This also made the tall and thin old man couldn't help frowning slightly, but it was not difficult for the old man at all, even though he only had one traction jade in his hand and was thousands of miles away.

So under the eager urging of a certain Confucian woman, the old man tried to use the scholar's jade bi as an anchor point, using several Confucian arts involving "Tao", and tried to project the avatar from thousands of miles away, but he was always caught by a gray cigarette bag. block.

Just when the old man tried many times, and the two were at a stalemate, fortunately, there was another seventh-level power who cast his eyes across thousands of time and space, intervened with some kind of medium, and tried to break free from the gray like the old man. The gray fog of the cigarette bag is blocked.

So the tall, thin old man and the unknown ink man sensed each other's existence, and they cooperated tacitly to make the gray pipe halo, and resisted with all their strength, unable to take care of others for a while.

This was the life-and-death turning point that Zhao Rong, the blood-eyed Zhao Rong who raised the magic dragon in Xinyuan and raised a level not long ago, was unable to break through the protective halo on Qin Jianfu's body and was about to run out.

It was also thanks to the interference of the two seventh-level powers who drew the gray pipe of the spiritual protector, which made Zhao Rong burn his blood and blast out the deadly three punches in the last three breaths, completing the killing Dan's incredible feat!

However, at this moment, the three people who finally came to the underground palace saw the scene in front of them, but they didn't know that, and they didn't think so...

After the extremely silent scene in the hall came into view, the first reaction of the three of them was...

What about people?

Why is there no living figure standing up?

Is this their coming late and it's over?

Or has the man behind the scenes run away?

After Zhu Yourong called out "Ziyu" anxiously, she rushed towards the pile of scorched black 'meat' piled together in front of the dragon coffin.

The tall and thin old man with the jade ring on his waist stood on the spot, turned his head and silently glanced at the back of Zhu Yourong who rushed forward regardless of the first moment.

After thinking about it, I didn't say anything.

……

He first raised his head, glanced at the dome of the hall, and whispered in his heart, passing the specific location of the imperial mausoleum hall back to Linlu Academy... After these things were done, the tall and thin old man held the scholar's jade in his hand, and silently looked at it The surrounding halls were erected.

Similar to his behavior, there is the quiet Mo Xia behind him.

His whole body was condensed with snow-white sword energy and shrouded in a gray halo. At this moment, a pair of blurred snowy eyes scanned the hall carefully.

One Confucian and one Mok, the two Taiyi monks, their spiritual consciousness is as vast as the sea.

These hall traces with a huge amount of information.

Every footprint, every piece of wreckage, every drop of blood, every speck of dust, in their eyes, is like a video tape of Zhao Rong's previous life, reversed and restored.

For example, where Zhao Rong sat in front of a stick of incense, the error could be controlled within a millimetre.

This is a kind of 'normalization'.

Right now, almost in an instant, the two Taiyi cultivators projected here by their primordial spirits saw what they wanted to see...

After a breath, the two turned their heads almost at the same time, and couldn't help but look at the 'little bead' rolling down in the corner.

There are four sky marks on it, which is undoubtedly the golden core.

And it seems that there is still a residual warmth, it Dan's body is shining slightly, illuminating a corner of the hall.

Then, they turned their heads together again, looking at the one-armed Confucian scholar in the Fuyao Realm who was dumped on the corpse of an old Confucian scholar next to the dragon coffin.

Below, the dead old Confucian scholar's dantian was pierced, and his head exploded.

The tall, thin old man and Xuebai Moxia were silent.

Fuyao...killing Jindan.

Immediately, the two stomped their feet to make Tai Yixiu, who was trembling three times on Wangque Mountain, turn around and walk in different directions.

The tall and thin old man came to a tomb passage sealed by gravel, which was the tomb passage leading to the apse of the underground palace.

At this moment, the vague movements in the depths of the tomb passage cannot be hidden from him.

It seems to be... some poor women accompanying the sacrifice?

The tall and thin old man turned his head and glanced at the one-armed Confucian scholar who fell to the ground in front of the dragon coffin.

The direction where his body fell last was pointing to this apse tomb passage, and at the same time, the remaining left arm and a bloody index finger were also pointing here.

The tall and thin old man who likes to talk about benevolence with Lin Lu scholar and Taiqing mansion student pursed his lips.