Fu Canglu

Chapter 238 The Sword of the Dying Man
The city was silent.

The mighty army and horses at the north gate of Luoyang made way for the red-clothed woman sword fairy, and the yellow sand under the high-hanging bronze gate gradually covered the red-clothed figure.

She walked barefoot with a calm expression on her face.

Step into Luoyang city
There was a sudden loud drumming sound on the top of the north gate tower!

The drummer who collapsed on the ground stared blankly, watching the pure white sword energy rolling wantonly on the drum surface, churning like a dragon or a phoenix, and then smashing down like a giant hammer, unstoppable!

Soaring dragons and phoenixes!
The sword qi shook Kunlun with his hand, the sword qi circled the drum for three times, and then smashed down without fear, smashing the drum surface and the whole big drum, and blasting half of the north gate of Luoyang by the way.

The sword smashed the drum, and the red-clothed butterfly fluttered.

The red-clothed child walked in Luoyang City expressionlessly, the red robe rolled continuously like waves, and she stepped on the bluestone streets with slender white bare feet. Looking ahead, the surrounding Luoyang City is empty, and the streets and alleys are all quiet.

It's a pity that Luoyang was only quiet for a second.

Then the half of the city tower head that was sliced ​​open by the sword qi smashed behind Hongyi'er, like land sinking, boulders splashed everywhere, accompanied by the vented sword qi and high-pitched dragon cries, the wooden houses on the streets on both sides of the red clothes collapsed instantly, and all the scenery was instantly blurred. It exploded with a bang, and after the line of sight gradually became clear, a long path had already been delivered.

Go straight to the side of Goulan Street.Big red hex loft.

On the roof of the Tiansu Tower, Wang Xuezhai, a disciple of Yingu in black, stood with a solemn expression, holding the voice of the great sage, and his eyes fell on the figure in red who was approaching in Luoyang city.

The Luoyang city was swept away by strange forces, and a long corridor was cleared on both sides. The yellow sand filled the air, and the figure in red gradually became clear.

The little monk Qingshi had a complicated complexion, feeling the red-clothed woman carrying the sword box, her brows full of sword intent. In the pupils of the Bodhisattva, although the red dress was full of sword intent, the body was more dead than alive. But between dawn and dusk.

Yi Xiao, who bears the shape of a lotus, can also see the luck in the body of the red-clothed bottle and cloud cup. The red and purple color overflows and flows on the surface of the sword box, while the dark color that represents death is deep in the lungs and has already permeated. open.

"She's here." Wei Lingshan said softly, "The breath is very strong, but...why is it like this?"

Why it came out like this?
The death energy in the body is getting heavier and heavier, it cannot be concealed, and it is getting heavier and heavier.

Wei Lingshan couldn't figure it out, and the little monk Qingshi couldn't figure it out either.

So Yingu disciple Wang Xuezhai also couldn't figure it out.

Yi Xiao figured it out, but she couldn't figure it out, why she went to Bingmu Lake in red clothes, won the life-and-death battle with the rain demon head, defeated the intrigue with the purple-robed master, and finally went south all the way. The servant came to Luoyang.
But his luck has been exhausted and he has become a dying person?
A figure loomed over the city of Luoyang.

The man from the Zhong family in a red Tang suit carried the young master of the Duan family, and climbed up to the top of Luoyang City with a blank expression, looking at the red figure in the city who was walking towards the Tiansu Tower at a leisurely pace.

He didn't want to stop the red dress.

He just wanted to see, what would happen next?
Hongyi'er of the Mu family, who personally created the sword to open the world, bears one of the eight great celestial faces, the shark fox. , just carrying the sword box on his back and moving forward, his whole body is harmonious and smooth, his complexion and breath are as flat as water, as calm as a large lake.

And her hand was already on the sword box behind her.

That sword is ready to go.

Zhong Yusheng wanted to see the sword unsheathed.

He wanted to see the sword unsheathed. To be precise, what he wanted to see was not only the unsheathed person, but also not just the unsheathed sword.

It is a complete process of unsheathing.

Including the unsheathed person and sword, as well as the person receiving the sword.

What the Zhong family man wants to see more is whether that person can catch the sword.

With a sound of "Plop", Zhong Yusheng let go of his hand, and Duan Wuyin in black robe fell on the head of Luoyang city. There was a burst of pain in his mind, his mouth was dry and he opened his eyes, and touched the dried blood on his face.

He looked slightly bewildered at the man in the bright red Tang suit standing beside him.

"Are you curious?"

"Why did I become a grand master in Luoyang, but I didn't dare to kill everyone and get everyone out of here?"

Duan Wuyin narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was hoarse, the irritability after the devouring phase was turned on gradually left, he seemed to have become the indifferent little prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty again, and he hummed lightly.

The man from the Zhong family asked softly, "Can a reincarnated Bodhisattva stop me?"

Duan Wuyin shook his head.

No matter how evil you are, as long as you have never crossed this realm, there will be an insurmountable moat after all.

In the 3000 years of history books, the waves have been wiped out, and there are countless evildoers, but no one can be a master of cross-border warfare. Even the demon monk Xu Xianfo, who was known as the invincible hand of the ninth rank 800 years ago, held two powerful domains and was at the peak of the ninth rank. At that time, he also openly admitted that there was a distance between that step.

Therefore, whether it is Wang Xuezhai, the eldest disciple of Yingu, the little monk Qingshi who has only one-sixth reincarnated soul, or any ninth-rank talent and evildoer in the world, they can't stop the men of the Zhong family.

"Before I took that step, I also had the intention to kill."

The man from the Zhong family smiled, with a complex expression on his face: "If I don't take that step in a hurry, there might be one more person in the city of Luoyang today than me."

Duan Wuyin was a little perplexed.

The man from the Zhong family calmly revealed the secret: "You open the devouring phase."

Hearing the words, the young master in black robe slowly raised a finger, and pressed it on the center of his brow where Xiao Buyi cut the bloody cross.

The sky between the eyebrows began to frantically devour all the surrounding resources.

Duan Wuyin's complexion suddenly became rosy, and then his throat became sweet.

He swallowed the mouthful of blood down his throat abruptly.

The Little Marquis of the Northern Wei Dynasty leaned against the head of Luoyang City in a daze, staring blankly at the inside of Luoyang City.

His throat has the sweet and sour taste of heart and lung blood, more of a sour taste.

Slowly lowering the finger that was pressed between the eyebrows, the young master stared blankly at his index finger and middle finger, where the center of the eyebrows was pressed, so there was a drop of viscous blood.

The bright red color is so bright that it drips, and on the blood, there is an extremely fine snowflake that cannot be seen by the naked eye, swirling on the scalding blood.

Invisible snowflakes.

A bone-chilling chill hit.

He raised his head and looked at Zhong Yusheng tremblingly.

The man from the Zhong family smiled: "See?"

Duan Wuyin hummed bitterly.

"I'm curious, why did she dare to make this sword?"

Zhong Yusheng murmured: "I can't figure it out, so I will keep thinking about it, but after I find that I can't figure it out anyway, I can only be curious."

"Why would she dare to hand out this sword?"

The top of Tiansu Building.

The master of Fengxian Palace looked at the woman in red who came from Luoyang City with a sword in her hand.

Wang Xuezhai also looked at the figure in red.

All eyes were on that one person.

Practitioners can see the subtleties with their naked eyes, so they can see the subtleties. Through the bursts of yellow sand rolling in from outside Luoyang City, not only can you see the appearance of the red figure clearly, but you can also see her everywhere. dead air.

Wang Xuezhai remained silent.

After the ghost gate, he was born in response to his master's words, and he was ready to kill all the way to prove the Tao through battle. If there is no accident, he will be invincible after entering the realm of the master.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven.

The battle with Li Changge before inviting Beiguan was endless.

Before and after entering Luoyang, Wang Xuezhai had made up his mind to fight the reincarnated Bodhisattva of Qiliang. Before the red clothes entered Luoyang, his murderous intention had slowly gathered its momentum to its peak amidst the calm waves.

And this red dress with a sword box on his back happened to enter the city by accident, which undoubtedly poured cold water on his heart.

Master once said to himself, who are the evildoers who are destined to dazzle people in this world in the future?

Wang Xuezhai remembered everything in his heart.

But this red dress, she is carrying a sword box on her back, not the sword from the north, nor the red bird from the west, not the Taoist fetus from the south, nor the reincarnated Bodhisattva from the Central Plains. Where did she come from?
Where did such a person come from?

Wang Xuezhai couldn't figure out why the girl in red was not among this group of people.

After staring at it for a long time, I finally figured it out.

He murmured: "It turns out that he is a dying person."

This Yingu disciple frowned, and continued: "The breath is very weak, only rank nine."

He took it seriously, and took out the last voice of the great sage for the first time after entering Luoyang, and Yingu's spiritual practice emphasizes that the mind is like still water.

The heart is like still water, and the sky is not shocked.

Wang Xuezhai listened sideways to the sound of footsteps in the yellow sand, and muttered to himself: "The breath is getting weaker and weaker, and now there is only a ninth-rank elementary level."

Is it an injury in her body?

No, she didn't have the slightest injury in her body. Between the five internal organs, except for the dead energy, it was almost a flawless cultivation physique, without a trace of innocence or blemish.

Why is her cultivation constantly dropping?

Is it because of the sword?
That sword hidden in the sword box is constantly devouring her cultivation?
What kind of sword is that, and when will it be unsheathed?

Finally. To whom?
Countless questions were scrambled along the line of thought, and finally solved.

Wang Xuezhai, who was carefully perceiving the surrounding environment, suddenly raised his head.

The fingers that brushed the strings of the Great Sage's legacy trembled uncontrollably and plucked them out of order.

A string snapped at the sound.

broken string.

Pressing the qin with five fingers, the sound of the great sage's legacy stopped in the summer.

Wang Xuezhai pursed his lips tightly, and the fluctuation of Yuanli began to become disordered.

The red-clothed man stood still, the sword box behind his back was beeping, dragons were singing and phoenixes were singing, and countless sword auras surged from the sky and the earth.

point to the void.

Because he saw that person, the person pointed at by Jianfeng.

So he figured it out.

He finally figured it out.

So he began to admire the woman in red with the sword box on her back, and even felt awe in his heart.

The yellow sand dissipated, and the outline of the red-clothed boy whose fingers were pressed on the back of the sword case appeared.

Fabulous.

Wang Xuezhai knew that this sword was the sword of a dying person.

A sword of a dying person, when the sword is drawn out is life, and when it is returned to the sheath, it is death.

And this sword, if she can really hand it out, if she really has the courage to hand it out, no matter what the final outcome is, it will be enough to justify her name.

(End of this chapter)