Chapter 19 Shock

Zhao Haoran thought for a moment and his heart pounded faster. Is this Qushan River also related to the Lishan School? Could it be that he already knew what happened last night? He took today's opportunity to kill himself, or be entrusted by someone else. He really couldn't think of any other possibility.

Qu Shanhe's eyes showed a complex look. He hadn't done anything for a long time, but looked at it stunned, and Zhao Haoran was more sure of his guess.

Kill and kill. Since the matter is exposed, you can't let him leave alive. It is too difficult for ordinary soul skills to kill him. To be safe, Zhao Haoran took out the yin and yang wheel. The yin wheel was held in his right hand and ready to defend at any time. The Yang wheel quietly flew to the Qushan River.

In an instant, Qushanhe could not avoid it at all. He instinctively turned sideways, and the clothes on his back were torn open. The blood flowed all the way to the soles of his feet. Qushanhe could not take care of his back, because the Yanglun cut his neck again.

The wind aura can only slightly block the speed of the Yanglun's forward, and the effect is almost negligible. Zhao Haoran does not give him any breathing time. The speed of the wind soul is really fast. Three consecutive attacks only cause him a lot of trouble and no fatal wounds.

It's really unlucky. Qu Shanhe scolded secretly in his heart, but there was no way to deal with it. The strength of the person who pretended to be a star soul was too limited.

Zhaoran was very anxious. In case the other party jumps directly off the ring and admits defeat, he doesn't know what will happen in the future. The open gun is easy to avoid dark arrows and difficult to prevent, and he dares not relax in his hand. The sun wheel has turned into a silver-white line and keeps winding around the Qushan River, and occasionally there is the sound of clothes tearing. The sound must be accompanied by an additional wound in Qushan River.

The disciples off the field were very enjoyable to watch. I didn't expect that the battle between the star souls would be so fierce, but the people who really understood them were not so optimistic. Otu patted his head and bowed his head to meditate. What kind of crazy is this brother Zhao today? How can he recruit his life? If it hadn't been for the superb body method of Qushan River, I'm afraid now It is already a body.

The bun on Qushanhe's head has already dispersed, and his clothes are ragged and very embarrassed, but the expression on his face is still calm, and he has no intention of worrying about tension at all.

Qushanhe glanced at the soul-suppressing stone not far away, then looked at Zhao Haoran, who was murderous, narrowed his eyes, and the momentum on his body began to soar.

"What's going on?" Piao Yaozi began to be on guard. The behavior and soul method of Qushanhe were really too strange, and I don't know whose disciple it was. It seemed that he had never seen it. Since the task of the doorman was handed over to him, no mistakes were allowed. The red gems inlaid in the square box in his hand flashed and flashed. Fixed light.

Qushanhe seemed to feel something. He hummed coldly, and the martial soul came out of his body. Looking carefully, two silver moons were painted on it, surrounded by magnificent wind aura, and it was very difficult for Zhao Haoran to breathe.

How is that possible? Qushanhe is actually a moon soul.

Piao Yaozi shouted, " Stop it." His face was very ugly. It was incredible that some of the four generations of disciples had sneaked in. If Zhao Haoran hadn't forced him, I'm afraid no one would have found it. It was really too dereliction of duty.

Qushan River did not stop, looking at the rocker flying from a distance without any interest.

"The wind rises and the clouds surge", Qu Shanhe shouted, and a tornado with a thin arm fell from the sky and hit Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran knew in his heart that he was afraid that he had no chance to face the soul of the last month, but it was too late to retreat. Under the strong pressure, it was very difficult for him to move his fingers. The disciples under the field looked at everything on the ring in consternation and failed to understand it for a moment.

The square box in the hand of the shaker emitted a foggy air mass and enveloped the place where the Qushan River stood, but the Qushan River seemed to have expected this, but walked up head-on and happened to stagger the shaker's attack.

There was a rumbling sound in the area covered by the air mass, as if the boiling water had boiled. The huge rocks turned into potholes, constantly emitting heat, and the range was getting larger and larger. Unfortunately, Zhao Haoran did not have time to watch all this.

"sinking", Zhao Haoran launched the defensive soul technique attached to the sun wheel at the first time. The soul power in his body was pulled away. Zhao Haoran was slightly at ease when he saw the black ball wrapped in his body, but the next moment he was disappointed.

The tornado is not very eye-catching, but the sinking defense force still seems to be a little worse. It makes a creaking sound at the top of the head, as if it is saying that it is already overwhelmed.

Qu Shanhe did not look at Zhao Haoran's intention again, but rushed directly to the direction of the soul-suppressing stone. With a long sleeve roll, the soul-shen stone ran to his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and flew in the direction of the Blue Sea Zongshan Gate, which seemed to be ready to escape.

Piao Yaozi took a look at Zhao Haoran, who was pale in the corner of the ring, turned his head and chased after Qushan River.

Seeing that the tornado was about to break the defense, Zhao Haoran saw the rocker flying away and hated it in his heart. It seemed that he had no intention to save himself and desperately wanted to stimulate the soul defense, but everything was in vain, but in two breaths, the strong wind aura swept over his body.

A burst of tear-like pain, Zhao Haoran absorbed the weak fire aura from the outside world to nourish the injured place, but the speed of destruction was faster, and his skin opened and became a bloody man.

"Brother Hai, what are you pulling me for? I'm the only apprentice, do you still want him to die?" Not far away, Song Wei's eyes widened, like a lioness.

Hai Fengtao pointed to Zhao Haoran, who was struggling in the tornado and smiled and said, "Sister Song, don't worry. I think that boy can stand up for a while. I really can't stand it and save him. I can't save him with my alchemy level? Don't worry." Hai Fengtao is very confident in his alchemy.

Song Wei took a nervous look and was no longer impulsive. After all, she could help for a while and could not help for a lifetime.

"Huh? The strength of Qushanhe is not bad, but Piao Yaozi couldn't stop him. Hai Fengtao was slightly surprised. Piao Yaozi is the peak of the March soul. His strength is very strong. Coupled with the magic weapon nine-curved box in his hand, he is very trapped and powerful. It is no exaggeration to claim to be the first among the three generations of disciples, but now he can't even hold a February soul.

The sea breeze moves gently and disappears in place in an instant. The next moment, it appears in front of the Qushan River. The sun soul can move instantly in a short space. No matter how fast you fly, it is not as teleportation.

A man suddenly appeared in front of him, and Qu Shanhe was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the second generation of disciples of Lanhaizong rushed over so soon.

Hai Fengtao opened his mouth and said "determined", and a light blue aperture appeared on Qushanhe, motionless pestle in place. "Say, who are you? What's the purpose of sneaking into my Lanhai Sect, and what do you want to do to steal my soul stone?"

Qu Shanhe stared at Hai Fengtao, and then there was a blood mist all over his body, and his body slowly disappeared. Hai Fengtao's expression became nervous, which was completely different from the relaxation just now. It seemed that he had seen the most terrible thing.

Piao Yaozi also followed at this time and saw Hai Fengtao bowing slightly, "Uncle, I..."

Hai Fengtao was a little lost and waved his hand. "No need to explain, send a blue sea order to all sects in the world."

Piao Yaozi was stunned in mid-air, put his hands together and forgot to let go. "Uncle, what happened?"

"The dark soul reappears, and the world is about to be in chaos." Hai Fengtao sighed and turned away.

Piao Yaozi was stunned, dark soul? I remember that the last time he met the dark soul man, he was just a star soul man who had just cultivated his martial soul. At that time, he was also in the Blue Sea Sect. There were only hundreds of people in black, and the soul power emitted was overwhelming. The magic weapons in his hand were mostly made of living people. Once used, they were extremely powerful, and almost all of the souls They all gathered in the Blue Sea Sect to defeat the hundreds of people.

Half of the people of Lanhai Sect died in that war. Piao Yaozi's strength was too weak to be useful at all to survive, but the tragedy at that time will never be forgotten.

Tens of thousands of people died on this land, and countless famous masters died. It took hundreds of years to slow down all sects. Unexpectedly, Hai Fengtao mentioned the dark soul again today. Will that battle be repeated?

Piao Yaozi pinched a formula and "rugs". Many people came from all sides. They were disciples of the Blue Sea Sect in blue gowns, but they were all disciples of the outside world. They were usually busy communicating with the outside world. Piao Yaozi explained and returned to the ring where the door was located worriedly.