In the middle reaches of the Changlin River, there are steep mountains and cliffs on both sides of the Kuiling Gorge, and the scenery is amazing.
The steep and continuous peaks on both sides are hundreds of meters above the river, while the narrowest point of the river is only about a hundred meters.
The setting sun is setting in the west, and the setting sun is like blood.
The sunset filled the sky, and the sky turned into a burning sea of fire. On the river, sparkling red waves appeared on the river.
In the shallows on the shore, there is a large flat rock, on which sits a young man wearing a purple brocade robe and white eyebrows.
It was Murong Qi.
As he breathed and inhaled, a faint smoke lingered around him. The gray-white smoke condensed and refused to disperse, gradually shrouding his body in it.
As the afterglow of the setting sun fell, the gray-white mist continued to transform, and finally turned into wisps of sword energy, sharp and sharp, but unable to harm Murong Qi in the slightest.
The sword slave stood not far away with a black sword case on his back, his body upright like a javelin, and said nothing.
After a long time, the mist and sword energy around Murong Qi completely disappeared, and his originally slightly pale face also regained some color.
"Sir." The sword slave stepped forward.
"My injuries are no longer serious." Murong Qi looked calm.
"The Martial Saint's magical power should not be underestimated. I was careless, but this battle made me realize a lot. I felt the opportunity of three bloodline awakenings."
"Young master has taken over the martial arts master's little magical power, and now he has found the key to breakthrough. He is unparalleled in the world!" the sword slave complimented.
"Qin Qingxu, wait." Murong Qi's eyes turned cold. Qin Qingxu's blow directly hurt his internal organs. He took the precious secret medicine exchanged from his family, and it took him four full days to fully recover from his injuries.
This injury gave him a chance to break through, which is not a bad thing for him.
However, he has never tasted the taste of failure since he was a child. Even if his opponent is a martial saint who is much higher than him, he still feels the humiliation deeply.
He must kill Qin Qingxu with his own hands before he can understand his thoughts.
"This place contains the innate golden energy, and the scenery is not bad. It is a good place for retreat."
Murong Qi put his hands behind his back.
The breeze blows on my face, the river surface is rippling, and the trees on both sides of the river are swaying with branches and leaves.
The wind carried the fragrance of flowers and plants, and Murong Qi's originally impetuous heart gradually became calmer.
His talent is excellent, but the competition in the family is fierce, and he is determined to be the first. It seems that he has never calmed down to appreciate the scenery on the way forward. Looking at it today, it has a special meaning.
"With the erosion of time, trees and flowers will wither, and rivers will change their course."
After Murong Qi admired it for a moment, his heart stirred up again.
"Only I will reach the top step by step and live forever!"
Thinking of this, Murong Qi suddenly lost interest in the scenery in front of him.
He turned around and walked toward the felt tent at the back.
The sword slave was preparing food. Although he lived in the wild, Murong Qi still enjoyed the most luxurious food, clothing, housing and transportation.
"Huh?!" Murong Qi was about to walk into the felt tent when his steps suddenly stopped and he turned around to look.
On the river, a small boat sailed slowly.
There was a middle-aged woman standing on the bow of the boat. She held the sword finger in her right hand, and her true energy was injected into the river like essence, speeding up the boat.
Sitting in the open cabin was a gorgeous-looking woman in a white dress. She was enjoying the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait leisurely.
Soon, the boat stopped on the shallows.
Murong Qi looked at the two people who had landed ashore, looked at the woman in the white dress who was leading the way, and raised his eyebrows, "Are you Ji Qingshuang?"
"I've met Mr. Murong, I'm so polite to you." Ji Qingshuang gave Murong Qi a womanly salute, without the condescending attitude she had when facing Han Zhao.
"Our Murong family has no friendship with the Ji family, why did you come to me?" Murong Qi looked indifferent.
"Why would Mr. Murong refuse people thousands of miles away?" Ji Qingshuang smiled gently.
"Speak directly if you have anything to say." Murong Qi said coldly.
"In that case, the little lady will get straight to the point." Ji Qingshuang took a breath.
Although Murong Qi was strong, the way he treated others made her very unhappy. Ever since she was recognized by the fragment of the Seven Evils Overturning Divine Weapon, even the military commander in her family has been kind to her. She has never been so angry.
But it’s about subduing Han Zhao and the Nujiao Gang. When she breaks through the snake-level bottleneck, if Murong Qi is still in Yunzhou, she must make him look good!
"Han Zhao from the Nu Jiao Gang has decided to join my army. I would like to ask Mr. Murong to let him go for my sake," Ji Qingshuang said seriously.
"What if I don't agree to your terms?" Murong Qi raised his eyebrows.
Ji Qingshuang was not annoyed by his attitude and continued: "There is no conflict of interest between us. As long as you agree to my conditions, I will not interfere in any of your actions in Yuanchang Mansion. You can take Lu Yingxuan away at any time, I can also cooperate when necessary.”
"You're right." Murong Qi sneered.
"In that case, the little girl would like to thank Mr. Murong for letting us..." Upon hearing this, Ji Qingshuang suddenly showed a bright smile on her face.
"I refuse." Murong Qi interrupted her.
Ji Qingshuang's smile faltered, her face gradually fell, and she said in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"
"Who do you think you are? It's your turn to dictate what this young master does?" Murong Qi sneered.
"I want to take Lu Yingxuan away, and I will kill Han Zhao without fail!"
"Master Murong is too unkind, isn't he?" Ji Qingshuang was furious.
However, the seven evil fragments integrated into her body sharply amplified her emotions, and murderous intent suddenly filled her heart.
A faint black energy surged out of her body and quickly filled her body.
"What? Just because of you, you want to fight with me?" Murong Qi was disdainful.
"Murong Qi! The clay figurine still has three points of vitality, do you really want to do it so brilliantly?!" Ji Qingshuang suppressed the murderous intention in her heart.
"There's so much nonsense. If you don't want to die, get out!" Murong Qi said with a stern expression.
The atmosphere in the field suddenly dropped to freezing point.
When the sword slave saw this, he took off the black sword box he was carrying behind him.
"Death!!" Ji Qingshuang was furious.
A crystal mask half black and half red appeared out of thin air, flew directly to her face, and then stuck to it tightly.
Ji Qingshuang's body was surrounded by black air, creating twisting circles of air. When the setting sun shone on it, it seemed as if all the light was being swallowed up.
Immediately afterwards, the restraint force continued to gather under her control, completely wrapping her palms and arms.
The red light containing the power of the divine weapon gathered in the front of her palm, and finally transformed into a blade-like form.
The power of the divine weapon distorted the air and produced high-frequency vibrations. Her arms seemed to be covered by two serrated blades.
Ji Qingshuang jumped up, crossed his hands, and slashed down with the power of the divine weapon.
Buzz!
The golden giant sword in the black sword box made a buzzing sound. Murong Qi raised his right hand and pinched a sword finger. The golden giant sword suddenly flew out, and the white-gold sword energy came up from the bottom to meet it.
The sword energy cut off the serrated blade transformed from the power of the divine weapon. However, the broken blade did not disappear. Instead, it shot out and pierced Murong Qi's heart.
Uh-huh!
Murong Qi used his golden giant sword to block one of the broken blades, and then dodge sideways to avoid the other broken blade.
"Boom!"
The big stone behind him was hit by the broken blade. In the violent explosion, the big stone exploded, and the broken stones scattered in all directions.
Ji Qingshuang's body had just landed, and the jagged blades on her arms were restored to their original state. She didn't give Murong Qi any time to react. Her arms were like wheels, and she launched a violent attack like a storm.
Wherever she passed, there was chaos all around.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Murong Qi held a golden giant sword and kept blocking.
For a moment, it seemed that Ji Qingshuang had suppressed him.
"What's wrong? Where did your arrogant energy go?!"
The Seven Evil Covers worn on Ji Qingshuang's face quickly transformed from half red and half black to a strange red color. Her strength also increased, and the serrated blade transformed from the power of the divine weapon suddenly expanded.
She closed her arms, and the two serrated blades merged into one and slashed down with a bang.
boom!
"White Tiger Killing Sword·Sword Six!" The golden giant sword in Murong Qi's hand flashed white-gold light continuously for an instant, releasing a domineering sword energy that accurately landed on the weak spot of the serrated blade.
With a "click", the serrated blade broke, and huge power was transmitted into Ji Qingshuang's body.
She was blown away by this huge force, her body flew out like an arrow, and hit the river heavily.
A large amount of river water was blown up, and then fell like raindrops.
Murong Qi walked toward the river with his giant sword.
Ji Qingshuang's body emerged from the water, her clothes were torn, her originally fair skin was covered with fine tears, and blood overflowed.
Juli, strengthened by the power of the divine weapon, quickly recovered from her injuries.
However, the remaining sword energy continued to destroy her body, and she was in a stalemate for a while, so that she looked extremely embarrassed.
"Damn it!" The seven evil-covered fragments on Ji Qingshuang's face flashed with red light, and the spirit of the divine weapon continued to encourage her to fight Murong Qi, amplifying the killing intent in her heart.
If she used the power of her bloodline to activate the Seven Evil Fragments, she might be able to defeat Murong Qi, but the price would be too high.
"You have relied on the power of divine weapons to forcibly raise your realm, but you don't have the corresponding strength. Are people like you qualified to negotiate terms with me?"
Murong Qi slowly walked towards Ji Qingshuang.
Seeing that Ji Qingshuang was at a disadvantage, Ji Yun, who had followed her, was about to take action. The evil energy around her body condensed, and she struck Murong Qi in the back with a palm with all her strength.
Bang!
The sword slave took action and stopped Ji Yun.
Ji Yun was blown away by the force of the counterattack and flew to the riverside with an extremely solemn expression. Unexpectedly, the sword slave beside Murong Qi turned out to be a martial saint in the Ersha realm, and his strength was even higher than hers.
She had no time to support Ji Qingshuang, and was suppressed by the sword slave's follow-up attack.
"Now, no one can disturb us." Murong Qi smiled coldly. Only bloody battles between peers can awaken the warlike blood in his body. Perhaps the battle with Ji Qingshuang can make him go one step further.
"Murong Qi, we..." Ji Qingshuang said in a deep voice, ready to give in, but Murong Qi's giant sword was already approaching.
Boom boom boom!
Earth-shaking loud noises kept coming from the river, and the river water kept being blown up. It was like raining from the sky, with water droplets falling continuously.
Ji Qingshuang was already weaker than Murong Qi unless she tried her best.
What's more, Murong Qi was full of fighting spirit at this moment, while Ji Qingshuang wanted to quit.
She was soon completely suppressed by Murong Qi. The sharp sword energy of the White Tiger Killing Sword continued to break her restraint, consuming the power of the divine weapon in her body.
"I'll fight with you!" Ji Qingshuang used real fire and resisted Murong Qi's sword. Her body was cut in half, and the serrated blade in her hand pierced Murong Qi's arm.
"Hmph!" Murong Qi was knocked back by the power of the magic weapon. He glanced at the wound on his arm and smiled disdainfully. The power of the spirit beast's bloodline was activated, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What's going on?!" Murong Qi was about to launch an attack when his body trembled suddenly.
Joy, anger, sadness, fear, love, hatred, desire, all kinds of complex emotions surged into his heart, and Murong Qi felt as if his brain was going to explode.
call out!
The two arrows fell like meteors, and their speed exceeded the speed of sound, creating a spiral wave of air.
"Buzz!" "Crack!" When the sharp sound of the air being cut and the roar of thunder and lightning reached Murong Qi's ears, the twin arrows of wind and thunder had already arrived in front of him.
"No!" Murong Qi's hair stood on end, but under the influence of the Seven Evils, his reaction was much slower. The giant sword he raised to block blocked the wind arrows, but did not block the thunder arrows.
The dazzling electric arc condensed into a ferocious white-gold dragon, and instantly hit Murong Qi's chest.
boom! !
The violent thunder set off circles of air waves and violent winds, which continued to escape from the center of the explosion.
Murong Qi's body flew backwards as if he had been hit by a cannonball.
His appearance changed drastically at this moment, his black hair became snow-white, his whole body was covered with white hair, a "king" pattern appeared vaguely on his forehead, and fangs as sharp as daggers grew out of the corners of his mouth.
"Ho~!"
Murong Qi let out a tiger's roar, full of pain. A blood hole the size of a fist appeared on his right chest, and the surrounding area was scorched black. The squirming flesh buds inside were constantly scorched by the remaining arc, preventing his recovery.
"who?!"
The situation in the field suddenly changed. On top of a cliff hundreds of meters high, a young man dressed in white stood. He held a true energy bow in his hand and an arrow pot on his waist.
"Han Zhao?!" Ji Qingshuang looked shocked. From the battle outside Linjiang Town, she already knew that Han Zhao's strength was not simple, but she didn't expect that Han Zhao actually hid his strength.
Han Zhao jumped up, floating down like a willow catkin, covering a distance of several hundred meters in an instant, and landed steadily on the river.
"It's you?!" Murong Qi's face was gloomy, filled with murderous intent.
"The scenery here is beautiful. Would you like it as your burial place?" Han Zhao smiled.
