Chapter 22 Hongchen can't be relieved.

The spirit god retreated slightly, waved his hand to stop Qi Miao and Qin Xuehan, who were about to take advantage of the situation, and asked:

"That brown swordsman over there, let me ask you, what is your relationship with Xikunlun ink noodles?"

"Hmm?" Qin Xuehan gently on the ground, and his body must be. He stood with his hands behind his hands, and his sword pointed diagonally to the sky. Hearing that the spirit godwood asked the master, he could not answer, "Mo Jun is a family teacher, and the next is Qin Xuehan in Xikunlun..."

"Good! OK!" The spirit god wood nodded and glanced at the sword behind Qin Xuehan's back. He only saw that the sword was full of ink. The sword body was simple and true. Looking at a sense of simplicity and distance, he felt as if he had fallen into a memory of the past. After a moment, he finally said, "Jingliu finally remembered that this sword is In the past, he used to use the ink sword, but I didn't expect him to pass this sword to you..."

"So you also know a family teacher?" Qin Xuehan's strange way.

"Not only do I know that I am not a general acquaintance with your master. On that day, he fought fiercely. His martial arts skills were amazing, and Jingliu has always been very appreciated..."

The original Mr. Jingliu, who came to inherit the memory of martial arts, was once a leader of the right path, and he also had some knowledge of Mojun Momian guests in those years. He only heard him sigh and said, "Since you are an old friend, you can step aside first. When I finish dealing with this woman's affairs, I will show you a way out of trouble."

"Haha, thank you for taking a look!" Qin Xuehan smiled loudly, but did not appreciate it. "Is it okay for me to leave with Zhang Xianzi and several companions if I have a good relationship with my teacher and don't want to embarrass my younger generation?"

This Qin Xuehan saw that the spirit godwood mentioned the family teacher. Although he was young, he also respectfully regarded him as a senior, but his words fell into the latter's ears, which aroused his anger. He only heard the spirit god Mu's anger and said angrily: "The boy is rude and wants to bargain. Your master and I are not afraid. Are you afraid of you? If I don't know whether to live or die, and vow to save this woman. I'm afraid that after today, this ink-faced guest will have no heir..."

"Hahahaha!" Qin Xuehan laughed loudly and didn't mean his threat. He only heard him say, "If you are just a greedy descendant who is afraid of death, you won't care if you want to be a teacher. Since the seniors don't want to let us go, it's up to the younger generation to ask for advice!"

At this time, Qin Xuehan gently closed her wrist and waved the sword gently across the air. The sword flowed, as if it had dropped an unrestrained stroke in the air. The heroic words before, Qi Miao praised it in her heart. Unexpectedly, Qin Xuehan was so different from his master's temperament, so she couldn't help drinking for it secretly. Color.

"Hmm!" The spirit god snorted coldly, his face was as heavy as water, and he said angrily, "That day is also to protect this woman, but it can't compare with our friendship for decades. Today, you also have to be a hero. Why do people in the world oppose me!"

"The seniors are too persistent and seem to be crazy. Don't mention the people in the world. Let's ask more about your heart..." Qin Xuehan sarcastically.

When Qi Miao heard the words, he couldn't help sighing in his heart: "This spirit tree only has a copied memory, and there is no soul in it. It's just a pity to mention that others are alive, but where did the heart come from..."

At this time, she suddenly saw Qin Xuehan glanced at herself and blinked deeply. With her mind, it was clear in her heart that Qin Xuehan was not a mean person. At this moment, it must be very meaningful to mock the spirit tree.

Sure enough, the spirit tree listened and couldn't stand it any longer and shouted, "Kid rude!" Then he rushed over again.

Seeing that his whole body was covered in a green light, it seemed that the wood air flowed rapidly all over his body, as if it were real. Qin Xuehan shouted to be careful and casually patted the fool. The latter was surprised and floated back along the palm of his hand and was sent to a slightly safer place in the rear.

"Fairy, be careful. You have to gather the true qi to compete with it so that you can't control yourself..." Hearing Qin Xuehan remind Qi Miaodao, the latter nodded, picked up the seven-foot cold water sword in his hand, condensed, turned into a faint water mist, and covered Qin Xuehan with himself.

At that time, at that time, the spirit god Mu suddenly rushed to the front of them. Between raising his hands, he wanted to bind them with wood gas all over his body, but this time Qi Miao laid the water cold true qi in advance, which firmly blocked the surging Mu Ling Zhenqi outside.

"It's a dream that you want to stop the static flow!" Jiling Mu snorted coldly, waved his arm, and the green light flowed away. He easily tore a few mouths of the water mist and tried to get in. Then Qin Xuehan smiled calmly and wiped the ink sword body with one hand. He saw a burst of sword spirit around the sword like thick ink, in which several small snakes rushed out and were bursting into the water fog. The green light in the middle swallowed up.

In this way, the three true qi were entangled, and no one could hurt anyone. Seeing that the practice was fruitless, he had no choice but to withdraw the green light that he wanted to bind people and turned to close attack.

The green light of his whole body suddenly subsided, and his magic power condensed on his palms again. He shouted loudly in his mouth and waved his hand tore through the seven wonderful body protection water mist and rushed into her and Qin Xuehan. At this time, several black snakes transformed by Qin Xuehan's ink sword rushed to him, and these little snakes were dim and turned into a burst of long smoke. Silent dissipation.

"What a powerful means!" Although Qin Xuehan was conceited with his martial arts, he couldn't help but marvel. He fought with the spirit god wood for countless rounds. Seeing that this person integrates the true qi of the spirit wood, or binds people's shape, or extract people's vitality, he couldn't help but wonders about this person's martial arts, which is not much better than the master.

He knew that this man was a rare strong enemy in his life, so he spoke excitedly before. Sure enough, when the spirit tree attacked again, the attack in his hand was more fierce, but the previous graceful and calm body was no longer seen, replaced by a slightly monotonous attack. Therefore, although his waves of attacks were fierce, in Qi Miao and Qin Xuehan The body is flexible, and it is not so difficult to avoid the virtual dodge.

Qimiao and Qin Xuehan skillfully avoided the attack on the hand of the spirit god tree. Their bodies suddenly turned left and right, and the gap between the long sword was stabbed out. The spirit god wood was also not afraid at all. They used true qi to resolve the two attacks, and the three of them fought in a circle. Although the ignorant people on the sidelines were anxious, they suffered from martial arts. From entering the battle group.

However, seeing that the three people's fighting spirit converged into a storm, wherever the three fought, the storm swept there. Suddenly, the three jumped on the altar full of flags. Qin Xuehan and Qi Miao danced swords and fought with the peerless master in front of them. Under the transformation of the three people, the flags on the altar were quite involved and were either Stepping or stepping, or really turbulent.

Jiling Shenmu saw that he could not win when he had been fighting for a long time. Suddenly, his heart turned and his movements changed.

The altar was originally made of masonry. At present, it is impacted by the true spirit of the three people. The cracks in the masonry can't help but shake out the yellow sand and soil. At this time, the spirit tree jumped high and waved its hands on the chest. The green air flowed in the air. Its gesture dragged the green air out two semicircles, and hit Qin Xuehan fiercely from top to bottom. Go.

The latter was not afraid. He turned his wrist, that is, the ink sword crossed in the air and was facing the palms pressed by the spirit wood.

"Hmm?" For a moment when the sword in his hand hit each other with his palms in the air, Qin Xuehan screamed in his heart that something was wrong. He only felt that the other party had a blow. He did not feel the top of Mount Tai. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the situation suddenly changed. The spirit Mufu sacrificed himself again. Qin Xuehan's sword still stopped with the long sleeves of the divine wood robe and the immortal figure in red. And the man was like a split, dragging a ship of dark red shadows, spinning his body, and floating on Qi Miao's head like a gust of wind.

Qi Miao was shocked for a moment. It turned out that the other party's target was on herself. She didn't have time to carry the sword to defend herself, but she saw that the spirit wood moved so fast that she split her with one palm and avoided the cold water sword in her hand and hit the altar under her feet.

Hearing the explosion, there was a wave on the altar under Qi Miao's feet, which really pushed her ten feet away from the altar. It turned out that the palm of this spirit wood was not hurting people but retreating from the enemy. His real goal was Qin Xuehan beside him.

I only saw his palm repelling Qimiao, and then stretched out his hand to carry out Muling's true qi and strange method, pointing one finger at Qin Xuehan.

Qin Xuehan was not shocked, but his long sword swept over, but it was too late. His body trembled and his body was fixed. A layer of gray light floated on his body, and his whole body was suddenly pulled out of his body.

However, he clenched his teeth and was unwilling to give up in his hand. He encouraged him to lean forward the sword in his hand. This man was determined to be controlled by the magic cast by the spirit wood, and constantly extracted the vitality in his body. He still approached the sword in his hand inch by inch close to the spirit wood.

"What a delusion!" The spirit god Mu said disdainfully, firmly nailed Qin Xuehan's body with one finger, waved a strong wind in the other hand, and knocked off the ink sword in his hand. Suddenly, he smiled with his head high:

"Ignorant descendants, do you think you can calculate the static flow by using the method of fierce generals? I think that I have been across the world for decades and have experienced thousands of battles, how can I be fooled by you so easily? Previously, a completely unlawed fight was just a trick to coax you to wait for a child.

When he laughed, Qin Xuehan and Qi Miao understood how big the gap there was between themselves and the super first-class master. However, at this time, the change suddenly resured, and the moment when the spirit tree stabilized Qin Xuehan's body with one hand and laughed in his mouth, the previously crumbling altar finally couldn't bear it. Several people were really shocked, and after a blast, they collapsed.

The spirit god's body suddenly shook, and Qin Xuehan took this good opportunity to jump on it and hit it into the depths of the altar.

For a while, a burst of dust broke out. When the dust settled and the clouds gradually dispersed, there was a man buried in the chaotic stone altar between the hurried seven wonderful and the stupid monks. The two looked over and felt that their faces could not be recognized.