Fu Canglu

Chapter 396 Acacia

Ye Xiaolou bit the "red bean" tightly, his face was covered with blood, and his appearance was extremely miserable when he was shaken by his teacher's mother's loud thunder, how could he still look half handsome and immortal?
He turned around slowly.

Baili Town is in ruins.

The heavy snow danced wildly, and the whole town was first crushed and then uprooted. Countless house rubble was swept up in the storm, with a faint red color.

It was obviously a heavy snowstorm, and the sky and the earth changed color, but Ye Xiaolou's ears were terribly quiet.

He stared blankly at Baili Town which was wiped out by Gu Jiu.

The extremely destructive heavy snow was grasped with great strength, like a storm spinning in an hourglass, without leaving a square inch, it desperately disturbed everything in the town.

The living beings were killed in an instant.

The bungalows collapsed, the buildings collapsed, and they circled around the center of the town in the snowy sky, turning around at a very fast speed.

Someone tapped their palms lightly.

The snow evaporated.

Ye Xiaolou stared blankly at Baili Town, which had truly turned into dead ruins.

The man who drew two swords and still had one in his mouth turned his head very slowly.

He looked at Gu Jiu seriously.

Gu Jiu was smiling.

Ye Xiaolou's white robe fluttered to the ground.

He slowly raised his arms, and caught the "red beans" in his mouth with the bend of his arms. The ancient sword rolled down and was firmly caught by the bend of his arms.

There was a big puddle of blood flowing between his teeth, and he flicked it on the snow with the movement of shaking his head.

Gu Jiu laughed softly, "Why, don't you talk anymore?"

Ye Xiaolou said hoarsely, "Master misjudged you."

Gu Jiu raised her eyebrows, she raised her hand steadily, and Chun Lei, who had been heavily nailed into the snow, was instantly sucked into her palm.

"you are wrong."

The woman laughed and said, "I misjudged him."

Ye Xiaolou had no expression on his face, with both arms clamping "red beans", he turned over and rushed towards Gu Jiu, rolling out a ten-foot-long snowfall.

Gu Jiu pressed Chunlei's gums with one hand, sneered, and suddenly picked up the Chunlei Qin, without urging the sound channel, but regarded this guqin, which countless people regarded as the most precious sound channel, as a door panel, and smashed it obliquely past.

Ye Xiaolou shook his sleeves suddenly.

The "red bean" in the crook of his arm rolled out in an instant, and was caught by his open lips in mid-air, he turned his head stubbornly and slashed out.

Of the three ancient swords, "Red Bean" was the first to come into contact with Chunlei!
The red-faced woman stabbed out, and cut off the seven strings on the surface of Chunlei Qin, which were like running water like running thunder.

The seven spring thunders climbed up to the "red bean", twisting and lingering like flowing water, and returned to the surface of the piano in an instant. It seemed that the two sides were indifferent, but in fact they had fought hundreds of times.

Ye Xiaolou's skull was shaken hundreds of times by Lei Yin, and if it wasn't for the support of his master-level physique, his teeth would have already shattered, and his soul would have been shattered into pieces.

Chunlei cracked his soul, his eyes were pitch black, Ye Xiaolou still did not let go of his jaw, he held two or three ancient swords upside down in both hands, and purely by intuition, he slashed at the master behind Chunlei's piano.

Gu Jiu gently raised his finger with the hand holding Long Jian, and seven spring thunders rushed out, fleeting in an instant, running towards each other on the sword surface of the "dice" like little knives staggering out.

The spring thunder strings cut the meridians invisible.

Gu Jiu lightly pressed down on the raised finger, and seven spring thunders shot out, blasting off Ye Xiaolou's white robe, piercing into the skin, several bloody little snakes were instantly burst out by the spring thunder, and the light of the thunder was dazzling .

The arm that was holding the "dice" upside down was twisted out of shape, bloody and bloody.

Ye Xiaolou's face remained indifferent.

He didn't care about the left arm that was torn apart by Chunlei, and he didn't care about the "dice" that was thrown out uncontrollably.

He smoothly and "slowly" handed out the third ancient sword.

So far away.

"buzz"

Gu Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly, as if her eyes were pierced by the bright red ancient sword that opened like a peony, and she was a little unaccustomed to the flickering cold light on the sword's surface.

It's cold.

Maybe it's because of the heavy snow.

Perhaps it was because of the sword energy.

If the real great practitioners fight among themselves, the biggest taboo of Yindao practitioners is being approached by others, and a sword-bone embryo like Ye Xiaolou, if he really approaches him and handed out his sword, he will never again There is no possibility of being dodged.

So with Gu Jiu controlling the strings, Chunlei fried "red beans" first, and then fried "dice".

Do everything possible to defend against a sword.

It's a pity that Ye Xiaolou still has a third sword.

And he handed out the third sword at this moment.

Gu Jiu felt a chill at that moment, and wanted to turn his head away.

Or lower back, or sideways.

And what made her feel a little horrified was that no matter what way it seemed, she couldn't avoid the edge of the third ancient sword.

And that ancient sword seemed to lock on him.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Jiu could only choose to retreat.

She took a step back.

Then she regretted it.

Swordsman, go forward indomitable.

Ye Xiaolou's complexion was pale, his eyes were shining brightly, his mind was still filled with the sound of thunder, and the excruciating pain from his left arm was clear to the bone.

But that didn't distract him.

All his mind is on the third ancient sword.

Gu Jiu took a small step back.

Ye Xiaolou took a big step forward.

The woman's face remained unchanged, she seemed to be expressionless, but there was a "thud" in her heart, and the blade of the sword rolled away the heavy snow, piercing her forehead at a very fast speed.

So there is a second step back.

The third step and the fourth step.

The footprints intertwined on the snow quickly swept back, trampling the snow.

The white-robed and white-haired figure who handed out the third ancient red sword sideways was resolute.

Alone and indomitable.

Gu Jiu swept back thirty feet.

Ye Xiaolou's sword light is thirty feet cold.

The momentum rises step by step, step by step, the swords are superimposed, the creek becomes a small river, the small river becomes a big river, the big river is the sea, the waves are surging, and under the impact of the shore, people no longer have the idea of ​​​​taking the sword.

Liver and gallbladder split.

In the end, the woman forcibly stopped her back footsteps, thinking that she couldn't allow this sword to gain momentum, otherwise it would be a great threat in the end.

Gu Jiu squinted her phoenix eyes, and once again held Chunlei horizontally across her chest, thinking of abandoning Chunlei for a sword, and using this guqin to withstand this resolute sword, so as not to end up in a deadly situation.I had already cut off one of his arms before, and if I continue to fight fiercely, I only need to counteract this sword, and when the energy of both sides overlaps and the distance is opened, I will be able to win a big victory.

Ye Xiaolou narrowed his eyes, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the hilt of the red bean sword.

Gu Jiu stopped for a moment, and Chun Lei raised his arms up flat to block his chest.

Ye Xiaolou leaned over suddenly, his posture was extremely low, his head was deflected, and the "red bean" he was biting tightly went from bottom to top, and quickly reached the belly of Chunlei Qin.

The tip of the tongue burst into thunder.

"Red Bean" and "Spring Thunder" flew together

Gu Jiu's pupils constricted.

The scarlet ancient sword had already reached between his eyebrows.

There was a smear of bright red blood, which was forced by the sword intent to drip from between the eyebrows, and slowly flowed down a very narrow winding path.

Ye Xiaolou's face was pale.

He tilted his head, half of his body was pressed against the snow by the reaction force of the "red bean", his left arm was opened in a bloody mess, and now he fell limply to the ground, while his right arm kept raising, He sent the third ancient sword to Gu Jiu's eyebrows.

Dead silence.

Ye Xiaolou raised his head, and smiled with difficulty despite the blood dripping from his teeth.

"Master, have you ever heard of Linglong Dice An Hongdou?"

Gu Jiu looked neither happy nor sad, staring directly at the third red ancient sword, and never heard the words behind his ears.

The first two swords, the first one is called "red bean" and the second one is called "dice".

She raised her eyebrows calmly.

Gu Jiu thought of the man who asked himself with a smile when he was in the Western Regions 100 years ago.

"Linglong dice An Hongdou, do you know about lovesickness?"

Now the third sword is in between his eyebrows.

If you enter the measure again, you will enter the bone.

If this sword is not called "Acacia", what else can it be called?
She suddenly felt a little ironic.

Ye Xiaolou stood up slowly, maintaining the movement of raising the ancient sword with his right arm.

He looked at the teacher's wife in front of him.

Gu Jiu smiled lightly.

Then she covered her lips slightly, ignoring the red ancient sword pressed between her eyebrows, and laughed out loud.

The pictures of the past turned over one scene after another in my mind, as if stabbed in my heart.

The man said he left the Western Regions and the sect, so he came to see him.

The man said that he would let the white carp go, let go of everything, and would come to marry him.

the man said

So much to say.

It's ridiculous that I really thought that he loved me.

Gu Jiu smiled and said, "Lovesick to the bone."

Laugh out loud, laugh out two lines of clear tears.

Ye Xiaolou was a little startled.

The woman clenched the big red ancient sword tightly, put it between her eyebrows, and pierced into her body blessed with the luck of the white carp.

"Lovesick" deeply.

This ancient sword is as gorgeous as a flame, like the strongest fire in the world, making people willing to jump into the fire pit.

unwilling to live.

It was too late for Ye Xiaolou to draw his sword.

The master holding the sword was terrifyingly strong, and it was pushed into the center of his eyebrows very slowly.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jiu didn't feel the slightest pain.

She smiled slightly.

The memory of 100 years has become clear at this moment for no reason.

It was vivid in my memory, as if someone took her to revisit the past.

In fact, she didn't hate him that much.

She just waited here for 100 years, too long.

But he hasn't come yet.

Someone softly asked her in her ear: "What is the name of this sword?"

The sound is somewhat familiar.

Gu Jiu opened his eyes.

It was before parting that the man stroked the ancient sword embryo in his hand.

A voice of a strange woman who was clearly his own resounded clearly in his memory.

"Just call it 'Linglong'."

"Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I don't know if I miss you deeply."

On that day, on the snowfields of the Western Regions, the sunset glow in the sky was slowly burning.

Like a flame, like a burning river.

It's like the ancient sword that pierced his eyebrows now.

no cold.

Only warm.

Gu Jiu raised her head in a daze.

In the snow field, the third ancient sword was burning inch by inch.

In Ye Xiaolou's hand, there was an unprovoked sword energy.

Without a trace of killing breath.

That is the sword of the sword master.

It is a gentle sword.

The sword energy is overflowing, spreading the snowfields of the Western Regions, distorting this illusion.

A young man walked slowly from the emptiness of snow.

The young man walked up to Ye Xiaolou, smiled slightly, and took the hilt of the third sword.

He slowly pulled out the sword that pierced Gu Jiu's eyebrows.

The blood on the ground flowed back along with the Qi, and the "Linglong" was pulled out by the young sword master and thrown on the snow.

Gu Jiu was stunned and did not speak.

She was obsessed with thinking about the day she swore to turn into a demon.

"I would like to be named Linglong.

May you be a demon forever, life after life, thousands of years.

I don't want dice, and I don't want red beans.

I just ask you.

If I can't ask you, I will ask for death. "

The man gently embraced himself in his arms.

Said gently: "Don't cry, I'm here."

(End of this chapter)