Zhanxian - Chapter 1599

The most surprising thing is that, after the identification of the literati, those outstanding accessories, two strings and a set of strings are all made of the body parts of black Wu Jiao. If this identification is true, it also means that there may be the same guqin, which can be combined to make a whole set of Guqin made by Heiwu Jiao.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the tall young man, hoping that he could bring out another piano. This fellow was as like as two peas in a short time, and he could see three Guqin models, and probably could bring together a more advanced Guqin. He had forgotten his situation at the moment, and was very anxious to wait for the young people to bring out something.

There are already a few in the young man's heart, but they are also brought up by the discovery on the three Guqin. Seeing the middle-aged scholar's appearance, he can't help but whisper: "no, I only have these three Qin."

After that, I felt that I should not be so polite to the prisoner under a stage, and my face suddenly returned to normal cold. After thinking for a moment with his eyes closed, he quickly put up three Guqin and nodded to the short man behind him.

The short man did not hesitate to start and cut off with one sword. The middle-aged scholar was different. Until the time of flying sword and body, he didn't believe that two people just as happy and amiable as him would be so cruel.

Unfortunately, the tall and short did not give him a chance to live from the beginning. Now that they know that there is a problem with one of the accessories of the guqin, as long as the Qin is in hand, without the middle-aged scholars, they can also find the abnormal part. Since the middle-aged scribes are useless, what are they keeping? Waiting for him to reveal the secret?

Hu, a fire rises from the middle-aged scribe and engulfs the whole body of the middle-aged scribe. And the magic weapon of the literati, heaven and earth bag or something, has naturally been in the hands of a short young man. What can be used should be changed a little. What can't be used should be destroyed at a proper time and place. Everything will be perfect. There will be no trace of middle-aged scholars.

Yang Chen is about a hundred miles away, tracking the position of the middle-aged scribe from afar. All of a sudden, he left behind the divine sense mark after a shock, automatically returned to the sea of knowledge in Jody. Yang Chen suddenly realized that something had happened to the middle-aged scribe.

Yang Chen doesn't want to lose the clue of Guqin. It's a good thing that can not only consume his divine sense, but also get a strong bodyguard. Yang Chen doesn't allow anyone to destroy it. Without saying a word, summon the flying shuttle, and immediately fly to the location where the divine sense mark is.

For Yang Chen, the distance of 100 Li is just a moment's time, which will arrive in a twinkling of an eye. The protective array arranged by the middle-aged scribe is still there. Yang Chen put away the flying shuttle and began to observe carefully. After a while, Yang Chen knew what the array was, found a position, and walked in slowly.

Without taking a few steps, a sword light will be beheaded. Two young men, tall and short, had not time to burn the body of the middle-aged scribe completely, and Jody had arrived. The speed is really too fast, which is beyond their expectation. What we can do now is to kill all the people who accidentally meet in order to cover up their secrets.

At the first sight, there was a descendant of xiansanpin. They didn't care about their height. The middle-aged literati of the immortal level were not their rivals, and a younger generation was even more irrelevant. The tall man didn't even have the intention to make a move. All he had to do was leave it to the short man. He just had to wait to see the result.

Brush, the shining sword light flashes away, and suddenly stops when it is near the morning. The sharp blade was directly grasped by Yang Chen's left hand, and stopped in the air, never to inch in.

Immediately, Yang Chen's right hand swung up, and the immortal cutting knife was in Yang Chen's hand, flashing a flash of light that was brighter than the just sword light. Along the direction of the flash of the sword light, a knife slashed fiercely.

The blade of the immortal chopping knife is extremely long in an instant. Any object blocked on the blade of the immortal chopping knife is cut into two parts by one knife.

The tall man's vigilance is quite high. As soon as he finds that his companion's flying sword has not made any contribution, he immediately realizes that it is not right. See a flash of knife light, want to do not want to directly crouch over the knife light. The blade of the beheading immortal blade disappeared in a flash after passing a place not far above his head.

The short man is not so alert as the tall man. He doesn't mean to dodge at all. A little younger generation took his sword and even dared to fight back. He really regarded himself as a character? Such a guy who doesn't know the height of the earth just gives a lifetime unforgettable lesson. Of course, whether we can learn a lesson in the future is different.

The light of the immortal chopping blade just flashed for a while, and it never appeared again. The short man snorted coldly, turned his head and looked at his embarrassed companion. He was quite dissatisfied. It's a bit of a fuss for one's companions. Is it necessary to make that kind of evasive action regardless of one's identity in such a vicious attack?

Then, the short man saw the frightened look in his tall companion's eyes. He was stunned by the time. Could he not be attacked again? But the kid who entered the array is still a hundred feet away, and there is no other action. How could this happen?

The puzzled short man suddenly felt itchy on his head, as if something were flowing down his scalp. This feeling of perspiration, he has not felt for at least hundreds of years, but how can he sweat in this season?

I wiped it casually, and there was a sticky feeling in my hands. It's not sweat, along with the sticky feeling of fingers, there is also a light smell of blood. This kind of short man is not strange. He just killed the middle-aged scholar with a sword. The blood on the ground has not been completely cleaned.

But at once the short man realized what it was and how his companion could have such a frightened look. The viscous liquid touched by fingers is blood, it's your own blood!

How is it possible? I clearly didn't realize that I was attacked at all. How could blood flow out? As soon as the thought appeared, there was a sharp pain on his head. The short man just snorted and fell into the boundless darkness.

In the eyes of the tall one, after the short one received a knife, a light blood line appeared above the eyebrow. More and more blood flowed from his companion's head. And the most terrible thing is that in this case, his companion even turned to look at him and put out his hand to wipe the blood on his head.