Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 42

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

At this time, the middle-aged scribe's hair was disheveled, his sleeves were empty, his magic weapon was destroyed, and the connection between the two ghost hands was severed, which brought him a terrible backlash.

I saw that his eyeballs were blood red, no matter where he looked, they were all red.

There was also black and viscous blood oozing from the nose, along the lips and jaw, dripping on the upper of the shoe.

Looking at the flame storm that hadn't dissipated in front of him, the middle-aged scribe's mind suddenly jolted, and he regained a bit of sobriety.

"Run away, I have to go to the prince, the prince must have a way to save me, there must be!"

Just as the middle-aged scribe was struggling to cheer up and was about to flee to the depths of the mansion, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the fierce sword wind coming from behind him!

"not good!"

He was just about to turn around to face the enemy, but the extremely bad state at this moment did not allow him to mobilize his mana immediately, not to mention losing his hands to assist in casting spells, and his casting speed was even slower.

The middle-aged scribe could only watch in despair as the terrifying female swordsman jumped up, cut through the escaping flames with a single sword, and killed herself with the sound of wind and thunder.

puff!

In the end, the middle-aged scribe didn't even have time to hold up an aura mask before he was pierced through his heart by a sword and passed through his chest, causing all the strength in his body to dissipate in an instant.

He opened his mouth slightly, turned around trembling, looked in the direction of the depths of the mansion in despair, and shouted hoarsely, "Brother, save me".

However, everything was silent and there was no reply.

The middle-aged scholar froze for a moment, then sneered, and fell to the ground like a wooden stake. When he was dying, he looked at the blood-stained sword point on his chest.

Heh, it was actually his own Black Blood Sword.

Liang Xiao sighed, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Qin Long's right hand, and looked through it.

Then he took out a rejuvenation talisman and pasted it on it, and the burns on his palms and fingers healed instantly.

"He is already dead, why are you in such a hurry, you still have to use that rotten sword that has been roasted to the point of losing its spirituality."

Liang Xiao could see clearly just now, when he used the magical weapon Huo Chizhu that he had just sacrificed to destroy the opponent's ghost hand and magic weapon by surprise.

Qin Long couldn't suppress his killing intent any longer, flew out, directly caught the hot soft sword in mid-air, and sent the middle-aged scribes to hell.

Although she has magical powers to protect her body, this action still caused burns on her plain white palms.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. The feeling of killing an enemy is very good. He is just the first one."

However, Qin Long didn't seem to care, and smiled at Liang Xiao.

Then she looked at the saber named "Luoshui" on her waist, and said, "I have a sword move, which is powerful, but it takes some time to accumulate the sword's power, so I can't use it easily, so I used it." his."

"What kind of swordsmanship is so mysterious?"

Liang Xiao's eyes showed strangeness, he touched the scabbard and felt it carefully.

Sure enough, from the sword on Qin Long's waist, he sensed a layer of condensed special magic power, which tightly locked the aura of the whole long sword.

Even the spiritual light and sword energy of the spiritual weapon itself were suppressed to almost nothing.

It is conceivable that if a sword is to be used, it must be a terrifying blow that leaves the enemy defenseless.

"It's a true-level swordsmanship called Sixiang Swordsmanship. This style is called Qinglong Zangzhu. Want to learn it? I'll teach you!"

The corner of Qin Long's mouth raised, and he put a hand on Liang Xiao's shoulder, but the latter pushed it away mercilessly.

"I can't chew too much, I have to learn how to forge weapons from the old ghost, how can I have the time to practice swords!"

Liang Xiao curled his lips, and put the tank at the door into the Qiankun bracelet, keeping his face as tight as possible, showing that he didn't care that much.

If you say that he is a senior official of Liang, he is handsome and talented.

He also has a good understanding of most spells, otherwise he would not be able to master Ghost Shadow Step within three years.

But only for some swordsmanship and saber art, his comprehension is almost as bad as his spiritual root aptitude.

As early as when he was holding a sword in his youth, he knew desperately that he was probably not a good material for a Jianghu swordsman.

But now, maybe there is an opportunity to change the next generation's swordsmanship aptitude?

Liang Xiao tapped his forehead, put aside those wild thoughts, and greeted Pandora, and the three of them walked towards the depths of the mansion.

I saw that the General's Mansion occupies a huge area, with various landscape gardens, ponds and lakes to enjoy along the way, and towers in the water, all in a row.

Not only is there a tall wall outside the mansion, but even the mansion is divided into an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard.

But what made Liang Xiao a little concerned was that since he entered the mansion, except for the middle-aged scholar who met at the door, he had never seen any living person.

Inside the empty mansion, it was eerily quiet.

Coupled with the gloomy and depressing weather these days, it makes people feel cool.

"What the hell is Yan Wuxie doing? We have all called the door, why haven't we come out yet? Could it be that he ran away?"

Qin Longdai frowned, thinking of a possibility, she exerted a little force on the palm of the sword.

Liang Xiao thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "It shouldn't be so. The strength we have exposed is the normal middle stage of Qi training, and we can defeat the imperial guards by relying on the power of puppets."

"Yan Wuxie has trained at the ninth level of Qi training, and he has been in the country of Yan for many years. I don't believe that he didn't arrange any means in his old lair. This is his home field. He has no reason to even test it. Leave easily."

Qin Long nodded, and suddenly remembered the behavior of the middle-aged scribe before he died. He was obviously looking for someone to ask for help, so he told Liang Xiao about it.

"That's right, Yan Wuxie is definitely still in the mansion. The person who manipulated the ghost hand once asked for help from the depths of the mansion, so let's kill all the way there, but things are different, there must be something weird, or Be careful."

The three raised their speed slightly, and quickly passed through the range of the outer courtyard.

Pandora smashed out a punch and knocked down a section of the inner courtyard wall, and there was a long corridor in front of her eyes.

As soon as Liang Xiao and Qin Long walked in, they looked at each other and found something unusual.

"It's actually foggy in front, hey, it's not normal water mist, this fog is actually light red, like blood!"

"No wonder I didn't see a single person along the way. The smell of blood is so heavy here. Could it be that everyone died here?"

Liang Xiao wrinkled his nose slightly, caught a wisp of blood mist escaping from a distance, and rubbed his fingers, his fingertips were already wet with blood.

Sure enough, I guessed right, this thing is made of blood, and even has a trace of undetectable temperature.

It makes people feel unreasonably disgusting to think that maybe this strand has just spewed out of the blood vessels of someone.

"Since the opponent has made a move, I have no reason to stop here!"

Qin Long's eyes were firm, and the blood mist in front of her eyes almost covered the entire inner courtyard, and it was inevitable.

And her greatest enemy is likely to be hiding in the dark place of the blood mist, watching her every move, she will not retreat, and it is impossible to retreat.

(End of this chapter)