013 Red Squamous Snake 3

This discovery made Yang Zifan suddenly realize.

"No wonder he bumped into it, but it didn't react at all. I'm afraid it's the wound."

Thinking about it, Yang Zifan poked the snake body close at hand with fear.

Sure enough, the red-scale snake did not react at all, which seemed to bring him great hope. For a moment, Yang Zifan was excited.

"I don't know how to get such a scar, but it can make the beast unconscious. I'm afraid it's a fatal wound. In this way, as long as a sharp weapon is cut into this scar, I'm afraid it can kill the beast."

Yang Zifan thought of this, but he was unarmed and could not carry out what he thought. Suddenly, he saw the thousand-year-old iron pine before the snake's body, and his eyes lit up, but then darkened again.

The thousand-year-old ironwood pine is hard, and even the green sword in Mingyue's hand can't help it. How can I break him? It seems that I will be trapped here all the time.

A dark cloud floated in the sky, and the woods darkened. The smell of the giant snake around him was suffocating, and the dark stones on the ground seemed to laugh at his uselessness.

Yang Zifan's mood fell to the bottom, and the thousand-year-old iron pine was close at hand. The way to kill the giant snake was in front of him, but there was still nothing he could do.

An inexplicable sense of powerlessness began to spread, and Yang Zifan squatted down, and the past rolled like waves in his mind. The ridicule of internal disciples and the self-righteousness of those so-called masters. The only strange man who loves himself doesn't know where to go. Even Master Long Xiaofeng was forced back to the fairyland, and he is still alone on this mountain.

A gust of wind blew over his cheek, and it was a little cold. Yang Zifan raised his head, the sky was dark, and there was a dull pain in his heart. I don't know whether it is the pain left by Qing Fengjian or the pain left by this life.

Yang Zifan saw the white clouds next to the approaching black clouds, which gradually changed in the wind, and soon turned into a human face. His eyebrows were like willows, his eyes were like autumn water, and he smiled slightly, but he was better than everything in the world.

"Sister Qinglin!" Yang Zifan's heart trembled, remembered all kinds of things in the past six months, and unexpectedly called out in his mind.

How can this happen at this time?

How sensitive the red-scale snake was. Hearing the sound, it suddenly stood up and turned its head. The cold and fierce eyes found that Yang Zifan was beside him. It was furious, opened its mouth and screamed, setting off a wave of fishy wind, and suddenly flew sand and stones in the open space.

Yang Zifan woke up by the scream. Somehow he was very calm, but he was not afraid at all. He jumped a few steps and stood in front of the red-scaly snake.

Perhaps because of memories, or perhaps because of his intention to die, Yang Zifan stood straight in front of the giant snake, with a trace of stubbornness and unyielding in his eyes.

Suddenly, he moved, turned around, stretched out his hand, and pinched the thousand-year-old iron pine.

I only heard "Wh!"

With a roar resounding through the world, his face turned red and his body sank, and the soil under the thousand-year-old iron pine was cracked by great force.

How has this red scaly snake that has lived for more than 500 years ever been so challenged? The red scales on its body trembled, and its whole body ignited a blazing fire between its breath. It opened its mouth and bit him, bound to bite the little human in front of it.

"Get up."

Another roar echoed in the dark clouds. The thousand-year-old iron pine was actually uprooted by Yang Zifan. He turned around and held the iron pine. His whole body was shrouded in blue light. The sound was amazing, and then he bumped into the red-scal snake.

The fears in his heart had already passed away with the wind when his memory flew over, and his heart changed dramatically at that moment. At this moment, he knows that life is for death, death is for life, and death is just a cycle. Even if he dies, he has to fight hard.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

He laughed and crashed into the blazing flames. Thunder exploded in the sky, and the flames engulfed the whole forest.

One miles away.

The pale moon was fleeing in panic. Hearing the shouts of the whole world behind him, his heart was cold for no reason. He turned his head and saw the rageous fire burning in the distant forest. A trace of experience flashed in his eyes. He secretly said in his heart, "It's good for Yang Zifan to die."

In the distance, three sword roars came from the direction of Biyun Peak.

The roar cut through the sky and saw thick dark clouds mixed with different light masses of yellow, red and blue. The light mass came very fast and came over the bright moon in a blink of an eye.

Mingyue's face moved, pretended to be seriously injured, and walked a few steps forward and fell to the ground.

The red light mass in the three light clusters in the sky rushed down first, and the light was fing. But it was a flying sword that was more than two fingers wide and about three feet long. On the flying sword, Qinghui Zhenren's face was full of nervousness. The flying sword under his feet was in his sleeve, and he had come to the bright moon and held him in his arms in an instant.

"Mingyue, are you all right?"

Mingyue supported her body and looked pale. She shook her head and said, "Mom, it's okay. It's just..."

"What's going on?" Qinghui's expression tightened, and his hand was on the pulse of the bright moon. After exploring nothing, he was relieved.

Mingyue coughed twice and said, "Mom, the child is incompetent. The two treasures of Qingfeng Sword and Rosefinch Blood Silk have been destroyed."

"What?"

The two sword lights behind him came immediately. As soon as the sword light went out, it was Qingming Zhenren and Qingwu Zhenren. Qingming Zhenren raised his eyes to the raging fire in the distance. His two thick eyebrows trembled and asked, "Mingyue, tell me what's going on?"

Qingwu Zhenren looked forward, withdrew his eyes, turned to look at Mingyue with concern, and said, "Qinghui, is Mingyue all right!"

Mingyue stood up with the help of Qinghui and saluted the two real people: "Today, I accidentally found an iron pine in the wood forest. Only the thumb was thick and the branches were black and iron, so I went to explore it for a moment of curiosity, but I didn't expect to encounter the fierce beast red scale snake. If it weren't for the phase ring given by my mother, I'm afraid it would be difficult to escape.

What he said was very emotional, but he didn't say a word about chasing Yang Zifan.

The three real people heard about the iron pine with thin thumbs and the fierce beast red scale snake, and their faces suddenly changed greatly. Qingming real people quickly asked, "Does that iron pine look good? How does the red-scorpion snake look?

Mingyue said, "I can see the iron pine clearly, that is, the thumb is thick and the branches are black and iron. But when the red-squamous snake appeared, it was too panicked to see it clearly. However, the snake was more than two feet thick, and its half body was more than ten feet. The scales all over the body were fiery red. I must remember correctly.

Qingming pondered for a moment and said with a grim face, "Qinghui, take Mingyue back to recover first. Qingwei and I will go to check and check."

"It's not good, it's not good!" Hearing the words, Qingwu Zhenren quickly shook his head and said, "I want to go to you. According to Mingyue, it may be a thousand-year-old iron pine. I don't want to go. Although the treasure is good, the fierce beast red-scar scale snake may be more than 400 years old, which is difficult to deal with."

"I won't pull it down." Qingming snorted, and one of them hurried to the distant sword.

Qingwu Zhenren looked at Qinghui Zhenren beside him and smiled, "Shall I take you back?"

Qinghui said, "I'd like to see the beast that hurt my child."

"How about Mingyue, I'll take you back to recover?" Qingwu Zhenren's way to the bright moon again.

Unexpectedly, Mingyue shook her head and said, "I want to go with my mother."

Qingwu Zhenren was immediately discouraged and paused and said, "Go, go, go!" I'll go with you, damn it." Then, two sword lights followed the Qingming real person in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the four people have come over the fire.

Qingming Zhenren found that the Qingwu who followed him did not pay attention to him. He put his hands together, walked under his feet, and said, "The vast way of heaven takes the spirit as the boundary, and the weak water belongs to me."

As soon as the words fell, he clawed in the void, and the dark clouds in the sky trembled strangely, turning into water all over the sky and pouring down. From afar, it was like a river passing through the earth, and the rumbling sound was endless and frightening.

The fire on the ground was immediately extinguished by the big water. Qingwu Zhenren praised, "Brother, it seems that your weak water formula has entered a lot again."

Qingming was praised by him, and his face was beautiful. He pretended to be modest and said, "This weak water formula is for me to send a town. Although I have been practicing hard for a hundred years, I can only look at the doorway for the first time, and I don't know when I can see the true meaning."

As soon as the fire on the ground went out, the bright moon stared at the situation on the ground. At this time, it was a mess in the forest, which was not like the previous appearance at all.

Even the previous open space is difficult to distinguish. Only the small black stones scattered between the charcoal after the fire can guess the approximate range.

He looked around and was worried. He didn't know whether Yang Zifan was still alive or not.

Three real people fell down their swords with the bright moon.

Qingwu Zhenren looked at the burned forest and asked, "Mingyue, where is the thousand-year-old iron pine you saw?"

Mingyue stood in the forest and saw the special place with black stones on the ground at a glance. Fearing that the three real people would find something, they quickly lied and said, "It turned out that there was an open space here. The thousand-year-old iron pine was in the center of the open space, but now it is really burning that it is difficult to recognize."

Although he said so, Qingming's real eyes were like a torch. He looked around and said, "Follow me."

After saying that, he took the three people about ten feet and suddenly waved his hand to stop. When he put down his right hand, a sword echoed in the woods, and there was an extra piece of broken sword in Qingming's hand. It was the Qingfeng sword used by Mingyue to plot Yang Zifan.