Chapter 169, turn around, half a month later

Zhu Peng's eyes are blank, with his heart, body, and qi. The whole body seems to have entered a strange state. Obviously, it is only a trace of true origin, but it is used very efficiently to stimulate the unimaginable strong sword power.

Across the sky, Zhu Peng, whose consciousness was already a little confused, had only one idea in his mind, that is, to rush into Qinglong City, and a middle-aged man with a pale face suddenly appeared in front of him. Zhu Peng didn't look at it and stabbed it with a sword almost as a matter of course.

Obviously, it is just a simple straight stab with a sword, but it condenses Zhu Peng's three-point return. In addition, the grade and spirituality of the sword itself is stabbed out, and the air in the sword body is faintly sunken and collapsed, forming an unusually strange suction force, so that the people who are shrouded in the sword light can't avoid it. They can only Hard to close to the top, and you can't even have full capacity.

"Some meaning..." He praised slightly in his heart, but he did not hesitate to cut it directly in his hand. Su Wenshe's knife was skillful and did not win with strength, but it was by no means that he did not have a way to deal with the smart sword. The knife was as light as a cloud, lingering, like thousands of poisonous demon snakes from the void and biting straight on the Sheshen sword. The real body of the long knife was just a touch. With a "choking", it passed over the ridge of the domineering long sword, but vented its original domineering sword power.

It's just that Su Wenshe was a little proud of his clever knife skills. In his hand, Mo Ming was empty, and the wind flowed above his head. When he looked back again, the boy who had the eyes of the imperial envoy sword had just been lying on the head of Qinglong City, and on the land in front of him was still a long giant sword, a spiritual sword house. God. Half a month later, in the Qinglong City Sanatorium, Mo Xiu struggled to cut the apple. His left hand sleeve was empty, and he could only use one right hand to cut apples with a knife. In fact, all kinds of fruits grown in places like Qinwangling are pure natural and pollution-free. You can eat them at ease after washing. There is no need to peel them at all, but Zhu Peng also understands that Mo Xiu just wants to find something for himself to do, so he just watches quietly and does not stop him.

With a knife, he cut down and divided the apple in his hand into two halves. Mo Xiu bit one by himself, and the other was divided into the bandage plaster next to him, almost in Zhu Peng's mouth, which could hardly move slightly.

"This battle was really miserable. The bloody team that went to the Three National League to steal the camp was almost completely destroyed. Our Group 38 is already very good. Except for Chang Xiao, everyone else is just injured but not dead. It is already very fortunate.

The corners of his eyes glanced at his empty left sleeve, and there was some emotion and pride in Mo Xiu's words.

Half a month has passed, and the situation in the whole Qinwangling has changed. Under the Qinglong City, the destruction of the yuan cannon and the blood-clotting snake array exerted great power, breaking the array and killing people, allowing the bloody soul clan to destroy the great living force of the three ethnic alliance at a very small cost.

It's just too much, which is not good news. Originally, according to the idea of the blood senior officials, due to the threat of sending troops to the bitter silence of Jianmen and the lure of the remaining territory of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect, the Han, Wang and Cui San family were almost bound to coax and become a mess.

However, Su Wenshe's power in Qinglong City broke this almost inevitable process. Under the great loss of the strength of the alliance of the three clans, it became a group more closely. The three clans worked together to resist the blood, not to mention the bitter silence, but also worked together to grab the remnants of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect, in an attempt to make up for their respective losses. The strength.

The monk war, which should have ended, had to continue because of this change, but the process eased a lot. Everyone began to use more energy and manpower to encroach on the territorial resources of the original Red Shadow Fairy Sect, rather than attacking each other. After all, the alliance of the three races and the blood clan Although they are all major forces in the Qinwangling Mountains, there are many small and medium-sized forces around them.

Don't fight with each other, but let the small and medium-sized forces around you gradually grow up. That's a joke.

"Xiao Zhu, I heard that on the day you broke through the blood clotting snake array, you not only made friends with Lord Wen Snake, but also turned over the top of the adult's head. Is this really the case?" In the face of Mo Xiu's words, Zhu Peng nodded with a wry smile while chewing the apple. There is no room to avoid or lie about this kind of problem at all. On that day, there were many monks at the head of Qinglong City. They witnessed such an amazing scene. In this half month, it had already spread.

It's just that this fact is too amazing. Even if Mo Xiu got Zhu Peng's affirmative answer, he was stunned for a while. After a long time, the man sighed and praised: "It's worthy of Xiao Zhu. Not to mention me now, even I, who used to be in a prosperous state, is not sure to take out of one or two moves in the hands of Lord Snake and retreat completely. How old are you this year!"

"Please, do you think I look like I'm retreating?" He slightly moved the bandage plaster all over his body, but it caused a soreness all over his body, which made Zhu Peng hum unconsciously. Moreover, Lord Snake did not use the imperial swordsmanship of refining gas at that time. Otherwise, in my state at that time, I would only end up in an instant. How could I lie here and chat with you.

"Anyway, it's amazing to be able to hold on a move under the knife of Lord Snake at your age."

Mo Xiu did not give Zhu Peng too much opportunity to speak. After making a final word on this matter, he then said to Zhu Peng, "Xiao Zhu, tomorrow, I'm leaving. I will return to the Blood Spirit Ridge, transplant my arm, and carry out further recuperation treatment. In the next few years, you may not see me. Take good care and learn more from Lord Snake.

Gently patted Zhu Peng on the shoulder and looked at the captain with a slightly lonely look in front of him, but Zhu Peng didn't know what to say. When Mo Xiu attacked the logistics reserve of the Three Ethnic Alliance, he used the pillar of fire three times in a row. The internal and external injuries were so serious that he could not even suppress the freezing god's surrender. His left arm could not withstand the repeated impact of the fire and ice, and it exploded directly.

If he is a pure airway monk, it's better to say that if he transplants an arm, he can recover 80% of his combat strength anyway. The fit is higher, and it is not a problem to fully recover in the future.

But Mo Xiu is a strong man with double practice. His left arm explodes, which almost means that the body and the body is broken. Even if an arm is transplanted, it can't fit the whole body at all. In addition to being a little convenient in daily life, it is almost useless for the recovery of strength. If there is no accident, Mo Xiu's life. Cultivation, stop here.