Chapter 546 Sleeve Sword

Cang shook his right hand and the chain hanging on the ground retracted back into his sleeve. Zhou buping did not take advantage of the situation to pursue. The two looked deeply at each other with fear on their faces.

Zhou buping slowly closed his right palm, clenched his fist and said, "I have a piece of advice."

"Senior, please speak."

"In the way of Taoism, if there is courage and refinement, you should take advantage of the situation to temper your heart and condense the fruits of Taoism. If you turn around to pursue foreign things, you will give up the end and waste the God-given opportunity. It should be noted that there will be a day when flowers bloom again, and no one will be young again. Young man, don't you want to go further?

Cung Gang did not say anything and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Turn around and go back."

Cang Gang said lightly, "Well, I have to disappoint the senior..."

Zhanlu sword, dazzling and fierce.

If the sun blooms in summer, ten thousand gold scales will open.

The soft sword of Xiang Feng Dynasty and Lu Yuqing's cold iron sword were covered by the boundless golden glow. On the left and right, the continuous blade collision sounded like rain hitting the lotus leaf, and the thumpy and sonorous heavy metal sound was dull and disgusting.

Little Meng and both of them could hardly see anything. They could only rely on the flash of thunder in the golden world in front of them and the sharp stingling of the sharp blade to barely fight the scar man's offensive.

Both of them are first-class masters, but they are also forced to be overstretched and embarrassed in this predicament. Fortunately, the cultivation of the two was really extraordinary. Even under the stormy round of attack, they were not really injured.

It's just the experience of rubbing his face with Zhanlu sword several times, feeling the chill on the first blade of the spring and autumn, which is enough to make people's scalp numb and startle with goose bumps.

Little Mengchang and Lu Yuqing were suppressed and became angry.

With their skills, any swordsmanship is above this scar man, but at this moment, he is interred by the sword spirit of Zhanlu's sword, and even the fight seems to be embarrassed. This is very unbearable for the arrogant two people.

Two against one, often after resisting more than ten swords of the scar man, the two have the opportunity to counterattack one or two swords, but they have no power and are easily dodged by the scar man.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Xiao Meng suddenly slipped silently and fell across his body.

The rain curtain is dark, and the temple is overgrown with grass. When Xiao Meng fell like this, it seems that this person suddenly disappears.

A large dazzling golden sword swept towards the place where Xiao Meng once fell. As a result, it only rolled up a piece of broken grass and failed to touch the corners of Xiao Meng's clothes.

Little Meng rolled away, rolled eight feet, smashed two old tables, and got out of the range of the golden sword. He then stood up, touched his left hand in his arms, and quickly took out a jade porcelain bottle.

The enemy is so powerful that he can't afford to hesitate any more. He is going to use the magic weapon that he has never been willing to give up.

The scar man peeped at his movements and abandoned Lu Yuqing to catch up with him.

The wealth behind Xiao Meng has also heard of his recklessness. Of course, he will not give him a chance to use magic weapons.

I saw the golden light shining, a fierce sword, like a wandering snake. Before the man arrived, the sword had arrived, holding a sound of wind, aimed at Xiao Meng like a net of light.

Xiao Meng raised his sword to fight, and continued to retreat and slow down in order to exert his magical power.

But he didn't notice the body of the night owl behind him. In the fierce battle, the whole temple was shrouded in brilliant golden light. He could not see anything. He only remembered the general pattern of the temple architecture, but he had no time to count the bodies of the night owl.

A person retreats backwards and focuses on other places. If he suddenly steps on a pile of soft things under his feet, there is probably no better choice but to accept his fate and fall down.

Little Meng is a first-class master. His body just staggered and stabilized his body. However, at this time, Zhan Lujian, a scar man, also split down with a sad wind.

Little Meng's posture is very reluctant.

With a flash of gold light, the soft sword was unparalleled and twisted, almost bent into a right angle. Naturally, the soft sword of this shape can no longer play a role. Zhan Lujian cut it off fiercely, cut off Xiao Meng's left ear, and pressed against his face, inserting it into his left arm and shoulder like a broken bamboo.

Blood splash.

Little Meng screamed and fell back, and the porcelain bottle in his hand rolled to the ground helplessly.

The scar man heard the wind behind his head. Before he could make up another sword, he had to go back to meet him.

This is also the only time for Lu Yuqing to see the scar man's figure. Because his perspective at this moment is the same as that of the Scar Man. He watched Xiao Meng fall, but he didn't have much feeling in his heart. Just for his life, he had to use his own efforts to press the bottom of the box.

The sword of the sneak attack was naturally blocked by Zhan Luge, a scar man. Lu Yuqing saw the gloomy smile on the scar man's face, and the corners of his lips also raised slightly.

His right hand strongly resisted Zhanlu's sharpness. At the same time, he shook his left arm, and a silver light came out of his cuffs, which made the scar man's smile freeze on his face.

Sleeve sword!

The two-finger wide, eight-inch long, sharp and double-edged sleeve sword runs like a shuttle to the throat of the scar man.

No one can describe the speed of this sword. Because at this moment, the sword spirit reflected the brilliance of Zhanlu, and no one could open their eyes at all.

The jade cold smoke on the beam did not see how the sword was made.

"Kka!"

"Bang!"

Two muffled sounds occurred almost at the same time.

The silver light flashed.

Light convergence, shape convergence.

The bloody war is over.

A blood spring stained the two people's bodies, and then the two slowly separated, and one person slowly fell down.

It was the scar man who fell down.

Lu Yuqing is also having a hard time. Because while his sleeve sword was shooting, a dagger was also shot in his left hand, which was stabbed in his lower abdomen. Fortunately, the sleeve knife hit first, and the scar man was weak when he threw the dagger, so he didn't hit the point.

This is both a surprise and a surprise.

Lu Yuqing gritted his teeth, clicked several acupuncture points in his lower abdomen, pulled out the dagger, and tied his belt a little tighter. Then, he slowly paced to the body of the night cat and didn't know whether it was alive or death. He picked up the body of the night cat with a sword and began to search for the booty.

The dead scar man couldn't close his eyes. His eyes were wide open, his gray eyes stared at the roof, and there seemed to be an incredible color on his face.

The place where he stared was the hiding place of Yu Hanyan.

Yu Hanyan saw a sleeve sword and a left-handed dagger, and her heart was also slightly chilled.