Many small swords with extraordinary murderous intent formed a huge sword formation, surrounding Qiu Jin.
"Not bad, it's interesting."
Qiu Jin was in the center of the formation and nodded leisurely in praise.
He used a golden long sword to fight against a large number of small swords, with a fierce clang.
The sword cultivator was calm and collected, showing no sign of embarrassment.
Ling Zhen is determined to help his brother Qiu Jin break the situation.
There should be some effort in this fight, right?
It's a pity that it's a bit slow to get the sword. What kind of killing weapon should I use to help Brother Qiu...
The speed at which the two Styx demons strummed the strings naturally became faster and faster.
With ten fingers flying, the sound of the piano and the sound of metal collision merged closely, reaching the level of deafening.
These two Dai Li black-robed guests who wielded harps and swords were two of the most famous masters in the Tianluo Kingdom's palace. They had practiced the evil secret arts for many years.
At the cost of a whole human skin, he gave up his "skin" and devoted himself to pursuing the great path, finally gaining the top-notch creation that perfectly combined music and sword intent.
When the move is made, the sound of the sword is unparalleled, and the killing skills reach the peak, truly like a god descending to the lower realm!
The reason why Ye Yiran had the courage to come to the Central Plains to recruit martial arts people this time was precisely because these two accompanied him and guarded him all the way.
As the two guardians of Her Royal Highness the Princess, one on the left and one on the right, they are by her side at all times. They are said to be immune to all evil and unstoppable.
"Kill him, kill him, kill him..."
Ye Yiran, the princess of Tianluo Kingdom, clasped her hands together piously, closed her eyes, and kept repeating silently, "We must kill this hateful guy, kill him!"
"Buzz——"
Suddenly, there was a terrible buzzing sound, covering all the sounds.
The sword formation was broken instantly.
Immediately afterwards, a huge wave of air came out from the formation.
The two demons of the Styx were frightened at the same time and hurriedly put up their guqin to resist.
The top-grade treasure harp, which contained great power, was shattered into pieces by the sword energy.
One of them, a "ghost" with no human skin, had his whole chest exploded into the sky, his upper body was no longer complete, and his flesh and blood were shot out randomly.
Then.
Before the remaining freak could react, a brilliant brilliance came one after another, following closely behind the sword energy.
After this light flashed, the body of another monster from the Western Regions with ferocious flesh and blood was transformed into two parts.
It turned out that Ling Zhen was completely itchy and had already decided how to take action.
At that moment, he used the psychic moon surge ax in Najie, and with one blow, the enemy was instantly cut in half and divided into two pieces!
The only pity is that he is one step behind Brother Qiu.
If he were faster, the "first effort" would be his own.
Ling Zhen shook his head, "That's all, killing one is enough, don't be greedy for more."
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Ye Yiran was completely stunned now.
So far, all the ten masters she led have died, leaving no one behind.
In the hustle and bustle, a figure quickly flew over the water bridge, came to Ye Yiran, and put his arm around her slender waist.
The man named Qiu approached and said, "Your Highness, the name of my sword is 'Enter the Fortress'. What do you think?"
At this moment, Qiu Jin, who was standing in front of the red-haired woman, turned his head and praised Ling Zhen, who was still standing at the door, loudly: "Brother Ling, what a magic weapon!"
Ling Zhen clasped his fists confidently, "Can you?"
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There are no masters left.
Qiu Jin's sword "entered the fortress", and Ling Zhen slashed the enemy invaders with the Yueyong Divine Axe.
After two such blows, the two ghosts were dead and their bodies were not intact, and they died suddenly on the bridge.
Without the protection of the top ten powerful men, Ye Yiran was like a child with no strength to restrain a chicken. He was captured in an instant, controlled and pushed away from the wooden bridge over the stream.
Ling Zhen gave way carelessly.
Qiu Jin counterattacked Ye Yiran's slender arms, as if he were detaining a mortal, and forcibly brought him back to the bamboo hut. After entering the door, he grinned happily and shouted: "Old man, I caught him for you! How old is he?" It’s nothing but easy to catch alive.”
"You boy, you are amazing!"
Weng Zhongwen couldn't help but admired, "I just opened my spine, but after such a major operation, I immediately felt like a normal person."
The old Taoist priest praised Ling Zhen again, "This little friend named Ling, the magical weapon just now has extraordinary killing power. It killed the enemy in the blink of an eye. It is really terrifyingly powerful. I don't know what its name is?"
Ling Zhen clasped his hands behind his back and responded respectfully and modestly: "It's called 'Yueyong', which was transformed from the aura of heaven and earth on a laurel tree in my house. It was a weak crown gift given to me by my mother a few years ago. It is originally a mystical art. The technique was changed by the younger generation into the art of refining objects."
Taoist Master Weng tried his best to praise: "My little friend is a genius."
Qiu Jin chuckled at this moment, patted Ye Yiran's back hard, and ordered in a superior tone: "Come on, red-haired monster, kowtow to the old man and apologize."
Ye Yiran was still holding his neck at this moment and shouted with unabated arrogance: "I don't!"
However, as soon as the word "no" came out of her mouth, she was kicked hard in the calf. Ye Yiran's knees also bent, and he knelt on the ground.
This kick was kicked out by Ling Zhen who couldn't help but kick it out.
"You're a thief, you've already been captured by me, why are you still so arrogant?"
Qiu Jin glared very dissatisfied and shouted, "This is the Central Plains, not your Tianluo Kingdom! When death is imminent, who gave you the courage and confidence to be so unruly?"
After hearing these words, Ye Yiran simply broke the jar and threw it, "Today I fell into your hands. This is a disaster in my life. If I lose, I lose. If you want to kill me or behead me, it's up to you!" "
This red-haired woman from Tianluo in the Western Region said in a serious voice, "But if I want to kowtow and admit my mistake, and say low-level words begging for mercy, then you are crazy..."
After Chixin finished speaking, before the word "delusion" was completely spoken, she was suddenly slapped on the back of her head.
Ye Yiran's body rushed forward, and with a "dong" sound, his forehead hit the ground hard, which was similar to the sound of the wooden fish in the temple.
As soon as this sound came out, Qiu Jin said to his old friend Weng Zhongwen: "Old man, the princess of Tianluo Kingdom kowtows to you and admits her mistake."
Qiu and Weng laughed together, and Ling Zhen couldn't help but smile.
Qingpao Ke said with a smile: "Brother Qiu seems to be well versed in the art of ringing bells and chanting Buddha's name."
Ye Yiran was knocked dizzy by this "kowtow", and the pain was really severe. She was still kneeling, stretched out her hand to rub her sore and red forehead, turned her head, and gave Qiu Jin a hard look.
Looks can kill. She has already killed the person in front of her hundreds, even thousands of times.
Of course, Ling Zhen had to die at least eight thousand times.
"Your majesty, the princess, has fallen into my hands. How should I deal with it?"
Qiu Jin held his chin with his hand, rubbed his chin, and then said thoughtfully.
Suddenly he leaned down, came closer, sniffed hard with his nose, and showed an uncomfortable smile. His mouth was full of white teeth like porcelain. Qiujin lowered his head and asked: "Hey, red-haired monster, what's your body?" It smells so good, is it natural?”
Ling Zhen inhaled hard and smelled the aroma coming from the girl's jade body, and praised: "It's sweet to the heart and spleen."
