Chapter 25 Thousands of Snow

"The alliance leader has told me that if you choose to return to the military alliance, you don't need to talk about the second thing, otherwise..." Mo Cheng said with a little embarrassment, "The alliance leader said that if you deviate from the military alliance, you can't say that you will meet in the future. He wants you... um... send him to your Miyuandan and... That divine sword... bring it back to me..."

He said hesitantly, and his heart was really slandered: "Lord of the Military Alliance, how can you be so stingy!"

At the same time, Qin Yi and Chen Kai also thought.

Li Qianran was stunned when he heard the words, but laughed. He patted Mo Cheng on the shoulder and said, "This is indeed like what Yuan Chongyue will say. I don't know how to look at it, but I know that you are scolding him for being stingy..."

However, he shook his head and continued to say, "That's because you don't know him. Yuan Chongyue has always been a hypocritical person. He knows that I won't look back, so why should he be a good person and give me so many treasures and keep them for him in the future?"

"If there is anything that Yuan Chongyue admires me, it is that this person never hides his heart. When he makes friends with you, he tries his best to pull him in. When he finds the threat, he will do his best to get rid of it. He is to be a villain and a real villain."

"But..." He said sincerely to Mo Cheng, "This man is very ambitious and regards the world as ants, and you are all pawns in his hand. If one day, he can sacrifice all of you without blinking."

"A scholar dies as a confidant!" Mo Cheng sighed and said emotionally.

"Alas..." When Li Qianran saw his determination, he stopped persuading him. He said lightly, "The two treasures... Go back and tell Yuan Chongyue that I have used Miyuan Dan. I don't have it. I use it very smoothly, and I won't return it to him..."

"You..." Mo Cheng said, "You make it difficult for me."

"What, do you still want to grab it?" Li Qianran smiled and said, "Don't forget that we have been fighting for anything since we were young, and it was me who won in the end."

"Good, you scoundrel..." Mo Cheng muttered angrily. He saw Li Qianran looking at himself with a smile, and his heart was helpless. The past came up one by one. For a moment, his thoughts were overflowing and thinking about it, and he actually smiled.

"Okay, then take your sword." He shook his head with a smile. "So, I'll go back to recover."

"Have a good journey." Li Qiancheng arched his hand.

Mo Cheng returned with his fist and rose up with his sword. When he flew in mid-air, he suddenly seemed to think of something and shouted at them, "There is a big fish in front of you that cannibalism. You should be careful..."

Li Qianran looked up at him and waved to him, "Thank you, Mo Cheng." He said in his heart.

Send Mo Cheng away, and everyone was speechless for a moment. The big ship still moved forward, as if time could not turn back. The old story finally became the past, which was difficult to recall.

After a while, Jiang Xin stopped a small boat. An old man dressed in black and wearing a bucket hat was squatting on the boat and fishing for fish in the middle of the river.

Chen Kai shouted at the old man, "That old man! The water is so fast that how can you catch small fish in the heart of this river?

The old man looked up at the Qianren people and replied with a smile, "The river is rapid. If you can't catch small fish, big fish won't run."

He pointed to the crowd and said, "Look, isn't it coming?"

As soon as the words fell, the old man jumped up from the boat. He pulled out a short sword from his ribs and waved to Li Qianran.

The old man's sword is only three feet, and the sword body is as dark as ink, reflecting the old man's thick black face.

When Li Qianran saw the old man's face, he was suddenly shocked, "It turned out to be him!"

He said something bad and shouted, "Everyone retreat!" After saying that, a strong step rushed to the bow.

The old man waved his sword, and his sword spirit sprinkled out. Its shape was like splashing ink, splashing in all directions. The river with strong swords rushed and roared, and a thick column of water rose. In the column of water, there seemed to be a black dragon struggling and hissing, with its teeth and claws, as if he was impatient to break out of the water.

The old man held a three-foot sword and stood on the water column. He closed his eyes and put two fingers on the black sword, saying something in his mouth.

At this time, Li Qianran's hands pointed forward obliquely, and the unparalleled sword spirit rose on his body. The sword spirit overflowed. With him as the center, countless strong swords were stretched out beside him. The sword spirit was like substance, scattered to the old man, like a huge and gorgeous rose in full bloom.

At this time, the old man's eyes opened and his eyes flashed. He shouted: Open!

The black dragon in the water roared and broke through the surface of the water. With a roar, the water column suddenly peeled off and turned into a sad water vapor between heaven and earth, and the black dragon opened its anger and rushed with a strong momentum.

Li Qianran roared, and his sword reached the peak. His arm was more like a finger in front of him, and the sharp sword around him buzzed and roared to the black dragon.

Two unparalleled forces suddenly clashed, and saw hundreds of sharp swords constantly hitting the black dragon. The black dragon seemed to be unaware of it, and his anger did not subside at all. He smashed the layers of sharp swords, and the broken swords were densely left behind him, and some of them were destroyed by a single blow. He looked at the The black dragon bumped into Li Qianran.

Li Qianran stared at the dragon and did not retreat at all. He waved a long sword. The sword was nine feet long, and its body was not shiny. It looked peaceful and quiet, but there was a thick sword in it. This sword was a magic weapon given to him by Yuan Chongyue, the former lord of the military alliance, called Shen Lie.

Li Qianran clenched his hands tightly. He bent down and waited for the dragon to jump in front of him. He shouted angrily. At this moment of lightning, he bent over, raised his sword with both hands and cut it fiercely at the most vulnerable part of his neck!

Hearing the sound of a bang, the divine spirit was like splitting a mountain and splitting stones, and actually cut down the dragon's head. He only heard a sad cry between heaven and earth, and the dragon suddenly dissipated in the world.

Li Qiansen dissipated most of his power with one blow and suddenly felt a sense of collapse, but he stood on the board of the ship, supported the sword with both hands, and encouraged himself. As far as he could see, the three-foot black sword hanging on the surface of the water and only half into the water. The old man put one foot on the hilt and his other leg coiled, and he curled up all over his body. A ball, like a crumpled dark paper ball, he narrowed his eyes and stayed carelessly.

After a cup of tea, the old man was motionless, and Li Qianren was also motionless. Qin Yi and Chen Kai were even more unable to move. Both of them were soaked in sweat, and big beads of sweat dripped down their foreheads.

Suddenly, the old man squeaked his mouth and raised his eyes slowly. He looked at the three people on Li Qianren's side, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "That's it this time..."