Chapter 598 Meaning

For the Biyu tribe where A Hu is, Leng Qingqiu has a strange and kind feeling. She clearly knows that what she heard about his life from A Hu is only one or two. However, this unusual lifestyle is what she has always been longing to have in her heart. And isn't Ah Hu's confidence and attitude with infinite piety what she lacks? In the generation when everyone is pursuing more powerful power, faith seems to have been selectively forgotten. However, in this fog club, there is also such a group of people, devoutly gathered under the ancient trees of Tiangou, guarding the land that is more precious than their lives for them, and listening to the voices from the priests.

A Hu Qianqian tells the story of Tiangou Gumu, but Leng Qingqiu can feel it. It is a power from the depths of his heart. The real strong man with faith is fearless. You may be able to defeat him and kill him, but it is impossible to make him fall.

So they walked all the way, listening to Ah Hu's words all the way. They came to the place where the main door of the tribe was. The low fence stood in front of them, and a thick wooden door was empty. The door was open and opened to them without warning. Going in, you could see round tents, scattered. From time to time, you can see people walking around.

Each of them looks like the people Leng Qingqiu has seen outside. However, the calm and peacefulness on their faces makes Leng Qingqiu's heart full of shock. On their faces, there is a kind of satisfaction and joy in life, which also makes them always smile when they look at each other. I mean. And most of these people are obviously very familiar with Ah Hu.

"Ahu, did you come back so early today?"

"I didn't see you catch any prey? Are you going to be lazy?"

"Who is this girl? Why don't you help her carry it together?"

A Hu walked all the way and greeted these people loudly, and then explained patiently that there was no impatience at all, and the direction they wanted to go was the most central area of the village. In that place, there was a very special pattern on the ground. The square circle was very far away, and the house reappeared. After A Hu took Leng Qingqiu to the center of the pattern, his dark and bright eyes looked at Leng Qingqiu, and a smile appeared on his face. "Let's go to the place where the high priest is. . "

After saying this, the light around them flashed, as gentle and brilliant as water, wrapping their bodies thickly in it. The light had a warm and sunny feeling. After gently stroking their bodies, it was also like giving a little magic to their eyes. Leng Qingqiu only felt the light in front of them flashed by. After that, the scene changed immediately.

Of course, her heart knew that this change was not the magic on her eyes, but the special pattern that took them to another place. There was still the same pattern under her feet, but a fresh wind blew in her ear, accompanied by the sound of the tide hitting the rock, which was particularly in silence. Obviously. They are now standing next to a cliff. Under the steep and smooth cliff, there is the rushing sea water. There is a kind of dusk-like color around, with a strong ink and heavy color. Although it is not a bright color, it is still comfortable in the heart, and facing the cold autumn, it is a cabin.

"Is this the wooden house?" Leng Qingqiu's heart was full of surprise. In her thoughts, at least what appeared in front of her should also be made of boulders. The castle was dozens of feet high. However, this neighbor-like wooden house was greatly beyond her expectation. Leng Qingqiu looked at Ah Hu with doubtful eyes. Ah Hu looked for a place carelessly and sat down. He said, "The high priest is really powerful. He actually knew that you were coming and told me to stay here. In this way, you can go in alone." Speaking of this, his hand pointed forward.

The direction pointed by Ah Hu's hand is the direction that Leng Qingqiu saw the wooden house. It seems that this wooden house is indeed the place where the high priest is. Seeing that Ah Hu said this, Leng Qingqiu also gave a soft hum and stepped forward.

Everyone has their own hobbies, and the high priest is no exception. It seems that he should be a person who likes quiet and simple. Leng Qingqiu walked to the front of the door and knocked on the door with one hand, making a loud sound. After a while, Fang heard a single sound behind the door.

"Come in~~"

When Leng Qingqiu heard the words, he slowly walked in. The layout inside is really simple. The place you see on your face should be the location of the living room. Except for a long table and seven or eight wooden stools, nothing else can be found. In addition to the living room, there are two similar areas in this small cabin. The bedroom. In the middle of the two bedrooms, there is a half-closed door.

"The people in the house should be behind this half-closed door, right?" Leng Qingqiu thought about it, so he reached out and pushed it over. However, what she did not expect was that Leng Qingqiu had just stepped into the back of this half-closed door, but a strong murderous intention suddenly burst out on her back.

"Not good~~" The danger came so suddenly that Leng Qingqiu didn't have time to see the situation in the door in front of him. He quickly kicked his legs violently and flew forward. The surrounding scene showed a feeling like a water curtain illusion in an instant, like a balloon that was being blown up. However, the location of Leng Qingqiu is right in this balloon.

However, Leng Qingqiu had no time to think about how this change was caused. After she rushed forward, she took out the long sword with one hand, and a sword light waved like a waterfall. The sunset shield emitted a bright light, and the uninterrupted banging sound resounded to resist the surprise attack.

She could hear this crisp sound, there seemed to be a light sound, but more was an overwhelming attack. From the first move, it was like a wind and a remnant cloud, pulling her to the center of the storm. It was difficult to escape. A pair of deep invisible eyes in the storm firmly locked her. The figure, and at the same time, a pair of palms kept changing, and the moves were all towards her point, swinging away.

It's just a few breaths, but Leng Qingqiu feels like a century long. This journey is her happiest time, and her physical strength is also recovering quickly. However, this series of attacks immediately exhausts her physical strength. The strength of the opponent always makes her fighting spirit in her heart. It's hard to have a feeling, but she is still fighting hard in such a passive situation.

And this kind of battle also shocked her. She had previously fought with Li Xiaotian in the Northern Underworld and successfully killed it, but the attack in front of her made her extremely difficult. She knew that she had returned to the previous peak state, and she could not defeat it. The person in front of me.

Is it true that the person who fought with her is the high priest? But without saying a word, why did he suddenly launch an attack? Too much understanding makes Leng Qingqiu's heart linger and linger. If this person is not the high priest, I'm afraid there will be a greater crisis.

Suddenly, a silver light flew like a meteor and flew close to her eyes. It was only when it was close that Leng Qingqiu looked at it. It was a finger. Its move pointed straight to Leng Qingqiu's eyes, and his action was extremely fierce. In the face of this crisis, Leng Qingqiu's body bowed slightly and flew sideways to avoid the sharpness. After a blow, he attacked a fog behind the finger. Although she did not see the other party's figure, the direction of the swing was real, so Leng Qingqiu took the opportunity to fight back. The sword was like electricity and plunged deeply into the fog. There was no sound or waves in this blow, but Leng Qingqiu's offensive stopped after half of it was stabbing. The fog was so sticky that it seemed to stick her sword to the moment and could neither pierce or pull it out.

And the second type in the fog has also been waved out quickly. The position attacked by this type is a large area of Zhang Chong's back. Under the flying shadows, the roar kept coming out. At the same time, the pressure on the front end of the sword in Leng Qingqiu's hand suddenly became much smaller. It seems that although the strength of the other party is much higher than that of Leng Qingqiu, it can't completely suppress her offensive.

Feeling the agility of the long sword, and at the same time facing the fierce attack, Leng Qingqiu knew in her heart that she needed to make a choice. If she continued to pierce, Zhang Chong would be seriously injured or even incurable. However, on his shoulder, he happened to become his own shield, which could make her feel relieved and bold. Attack, which seems to have been a burden all the time, has just become the biggest killing move at this time, and it is very likely to be her only rare opportunity.

If she wants to save Zhang Chong from this attack, it also means that she can't complete the attack, but also has to pay a greater price. After all, it is much less difficult to protect herself and protect Zhang Chong, who is in a coma.

Between the lightning, she had to make a decision, and her cold autumn clear eyes had a sharp light. Without too much hesitation, she made a decision.

With a soft sound of "Dang~", the long sword came out of her hand. Leng Qingqiu did not have much attachment to this sword that had followed her for a long time. Her heart also knew how childish it was to abandon the sword in this fierce battle, but she was determined, and her white clothes danced in the wind, driving her face. On the top, it seems that there is also a light of piety.

Leng Qingqiu can't be clearer than now about the meaning of this decision she made.