Chapter 33 Weeping Blood

"He went up", Hao Lianliuyue raised his jaw slightly and turned to the court.

The red sandalwood looked sideways and saw a touch of red under the sun. That person again.

Wu Cang Juelan was very serious this time. He was really serious. He didn't make those messy opening remarks. He stood there and politely saluted the court. He only said, "Whoever is willing to go shopping, I will play with him."

"Can this boy not be so rampant?" The doorkeeper is a little speechless.

"He has been so flamboyant that he will be trampled on." Yes, you have the ability, you are rampant, you are flamboyant, but don't you know that sometimes it is the reason why others want to crush it under their feet.

In broad daylight, in full view of the public, Wu Cang Juelan sat in the center of the field so naturally. The red robe is spread on the soil, like a pool of bright blood.

Sitting cross-legged, Danfeng's eyes are hidden in the strong shadow of eyelashes. The skin color is crystal clear in the sun, and the red and white are intertwined, which is a little touching. He hooked his lips and smiled, opening his mouth to speak, and a big pair of scissors suddenly came in his eyes.

Wu Cang Juelan quickly fell back, and the sharp scissors looked at the bridge of his nose. Touching his nose with heart, Wucang Juelan was dissatisfied with the humane who flew behind: "Bar head, your scissors are so open that you almost accidentally hurt the young master's beautiful nose."

Red sandalwood twitched the corners of his mouth, opened his eyes and told lies, knowing that the knife was coming at him.

Holding a half-man's tall scissors in his hand, the man touched his bare head and spewed out of his nostrils: "Bad boy, don't think that no one has cured you. If the king of the world doesn't open his eyes, I will send you to see the Jade Emperor!"

The last two words were spit out of his mouth with internal force, and layers of sound waves wrapped around it, deafening. Wucang Juelan's hands were intertwined, and the airflow continued to expand under his palm. One came out of his hand. The balloon roared through the air and collided with the sound waves halfway. The explosion sound of "touch-" bombarded a big pit more than ten meters wide with a height of half a person!

The feet are fixed in place as if they have taken root, and the robes are hunting in the wind and waves. Wu Cang Juelan looked at the person on the opposite side who had not retreated and sighed, "Zhan Zhan, bald brother, look at this pit and your head is so round."

The bald head didn't pay attention to his joke at all. The scissors came out of his hand, and the two open knives quickly walked forward in the air, circled around, and the people around were dizzy. Wucang Juelan opened his thick eyelashes, Danfeng's eyes were slightly, and the quickly rotating scissors were like a series of flying knife flowers.

The hilt of the sword inlaid with red phosphate was held. The sound of the sword became longer and longer, and the sword light instantly lit up his whole body. In his eyes, at that moment, there was only the blade, which was sharp. Unfortunately, with his back to the crowd, he was blocked by the sword in front of his eyes, and no one could see him.

"Crying blood!" Hao Lianyue lost his voice. The long fingers unconsciously clasped the armrest, and in his eyes, there was only the gorgeous sword at the moment when it came out of its sheath.

On the side of the red sandalwood, she saw her eldest brother's gaffe. Although it was only a little lost, it was rare for Mr. Liu Yue. She whispered, "Brother?"

He smiled gently on his lips and leaned back to the big ebony chair. Hao Lianyue looked at the middle of the field and said, "That teenager is not simple."

"Oh?" What's the point?

"The sword in his hand, the name of crying blood, has disappeared for many years." As the largest family in martial arts, his family has a wide range of weapons books, among which the divine soldier's seal is recorded and weeping blood.

Red sandalwood looked at the sword for a few seconds. She really couldn't see the difference between the sword. Except for the red thing on the hilt of the sword, there is nothing special about this sword. The blade is not even as sharp as the scissors.

Hao Lianliuyue was not surprised that she couldn't see it. It's not that she knew too little, but that he didn't know the mystery of this sword if he hadn't read a little about all kinds of weapons introduction books since he was a child. Crying blood, the information about this sword is the least introduced in all kinds of weapons books today. It seems that no one really knows about it, but he is called a magic soldier. The god stone of the Red Sea is embedded in its handle, the nebium iron of the West Sea builds its body, takes the water of the Dead Sea to practice its shape, and seizes the glory of the temple and erects its god. These are all the records about it.

"With these, can you conclude that this sword is that crying blood?" There must be something else.

Hao Lianyue nodded: "I saw in the remnant page that there was a strong man before he fell. He said that the weeping blood could pass through the master's soul at the moment he came out of the sheath, and his light was restrained and return to the original. If I'm not mistaken, the moment the teenager drew his sword, he seemed to be standing in the light.

Red sandalwood frowned. She was just watching the battle, but she didn't see the light on him, although his light was very attractive. She whispered, "In the light?"

Hao Lianyue smiled softly: "Don't be puzzled, Linmu, if you don't pay attention to what happened in an instant, you will naturally be slipped away by it. I can see it, but I know more about and pay more attention to these, and it is always easier to find them if you are prepared in advance.

Red sandalwood raised its eyes, and the red clothes flowed in the shadow of the sword. Who is that person? Recently, she always seems to meet unknown people.

Weeping blood pierced into the middle of the scissors, and the knife and fork could not stop rotating around the body of the sword. Wu Cang Juelan led the knife to circulate several times in the air. In an oblique sky, the scissors took off the sword and attacked its original owner.

The bald head jumped up, his toes poured strength on the knife, and the knife crawled under his feet. The two blades were closed, the feet were pushed forward, and the scissors broke through. The air seemed to have been cut open, and the wind blew wildly, and the bloody robe of Wu Cang couldn't help but escape.

His fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and the red phosphate stone slowly warmed in the palm of his hand. The heat source of his heart was ignited, and there seemed to be a fire burning in the bottom of Wu Cang Juelan's eyes. Go!" Wu Cang Juelan shouted, weeping blood passed by, and the sound of the sword pulled across the ear, as if someone's throat had been cut off.

The sword light was dazzling in the sun. The teenager raised his sword, and the blade split the straight sharp edge in half!

The voice was stuck in the throat, and everyone rubbed their eyes. The big bald scissors were broken. That's the top 30 weapons in the world! What kind of sharpness can hurt it, and what kind of power can it break?! The big scissors made of hundreds of steel were once a treasure that the Mo Yan family had spent a lot of painstaking efforts to cultivate. At that time, there were many people who died in order to grab this weapon, but the bald head almost lost his life to get it.

"Ah--! Son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!" The bald head roared up to the sky, and his eyes were about to crack. The robes of the whole body are bulging, and the strength in the body absorbs everything around it crazily.

"He's crazy." Hao Lianliuyue held his jaw and stared at the field.

"He is really crazy. He mobilizes his internal strength to set off the strongest blow. It is likely that his internal strength will be exhausted and die." If you have the spare strength inside, you can repeat and live endlessly. If you use all the energy at once, the beginning of the week will be broken, and your life will be worrying. The reason why the stunt is so strong is that the power it requires is too strong. If the body can't pull it out, it will use its vitality as the chassis. Can he catch the blow of forty-one at the cost of his life? The red sandalwood stood with his hands on his hands, looking at the bald battlefield.

The bald head stood in a huge powerful balloon, and the whole person could no longer see it. Everyone only heard a deaf and loud shout: "Go to hell!" Then they saw the sphere attack the teenager with the momentum of destruction.

The tip of Wucang Juelan sword pointed diagonally to the sky, the slender fingers turned the hilt of the sword, the red phosphate stone was aimed at the sun, and the fiery red sunlight flowed on it, like a drop of bright blood, which was dazzling.

The light on the red phosphate stone trembled, and Wu Cang Juelan held the hilt of the sword in both hands and waved his sword fiercely at the powerful balloon that rushed straight! Touch--" The sword light cuts through the ball, sparks are everywhere, and everything burns wherever it passes.

The blasting airflow will completely engulf the bald head with only the empty shell. When the world is visible again, where is the shadow of the bald head? The dust on the ground, I don't know where he is.

With one leg on the ground, put your hand on the hilt of the sword, and let your hair sway in front of your eyes. Wu Cang Juelan wiped the blood on his lips and smiled evilly. He didn't die so easily.

He was seriously injured. Red sandalwood clearly saw that his face was whiter in the sun, crystal clear, but only a thin layer. The red cuffs are stained with blood flowers on the lips, the same color, and can't tell the true from the false. It seems that he has never been injured.

"Crying blood, it's worthy of crying blood." Hao Lian Liuyue drank a cup of tea elegantly, with a shallow smile on the corners of his mouth.

Is that sword so magical?" That red thing is very weird when it is facing the sun. A feeling that she can't express in words.

"Indeed", it seems to resonate with the sun.

He took the sword back to the sheath, and Wu Cang Juelan swaggered out of the field. He really wanted the rocking chair made of pear wood.

The warrior standing in the shade of the tree sighed, "Alas, the bald head is so gray."

The person who stood with the sword received it: "I think that in those years, when we traveled around the world together, the boy was obviously the weakest but provoked the strong many times. He often made trouble, but he was still alive to the present. How could he know that he would die under the hands of a child?"

"The world is impermanent, and the day of fame is full of victory, who knows if it will be the time when the soul will leave. Jiang Xing, I suddenly want to hide. The martial artist in the shade of the tree.

"Recluse? Sitting in this position, you still quit, it's nothing more than a dream. Lin Xi, they won't agree. It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he can't remember.

The red sandalwood sat on the bench under the tree for a while, and still felt comfortable lying on the branch, so he firmly chose to go up to the tree under the disapproving eyes of the women. There is nothing wrong with her today. It's a good feeling.

Hao Lianliuyue looked at the women for help and smiled gently: "Let him go. I'm here. It's okay." If Yin Hong's poison really lurks in his body, it is useless for them to restrict his movement. However, since Linmu said it's okay, it should be okay. There is no need for vegetation to be soldiers. It seems that there will be such a thing.

"Son, I heard that the head of the Gejue School has improved his martial arts again." Lan stood behind Hao Lianliuyue and watched the martial arts competition on the court.

Hao Lianliuyue smiled carelessly: "The tip is dead."

Blue nodded, and the tip had not been found lurking in the Goge School for so long, but he died at this time. The letter paper cut out with blood had to be believed. You--" When the words came to his mouth, it was suddenly a little difficult to speak.

Hao Lianyue smiled and said, "There's nothing to worry about. Anyway, I haven't moved my neck bone for a long time, and it's good to practice.

"But, your body these two days--" Seeing Hao Lianyue looking at her eyes with a smile, she consciously stopped. The man who sent the Gojue faction was only one prince, but now his strength has been greatly increased. Can the prince be safe and sound? Lan was a little hesitant.

Red sandalwood stared at the top of the tree with her eyes open, and the sound of fighting in the distance poured into her ears with Lan, who was completely different from usual. I feel a circle inside, and the power should have recovered six or seven layers. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and swallowed two or three pills. I don't know how crazy it would be if the unscrupulous master would find that the condensation elixir that had been practiced for a long time had disappeared. Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't been back for more than a month since she went down the mountain. Alas, she really didn't mean to remember.