Chapter 56: The Heroic Spirit of My Life Has Not Been Completely Eliminated, the Sword Energy and the River Tide Block the Starry Sky

The stars are lined up in the night, and the moon has not yet set on the rocks.

The night is getting darker, and the wind seems to be full of murderous intent.

A battle between practitioners has caused the people around to hide in their homes. They dare not light the lights or speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the battle and being affected.

At the intersection of Qingbo Street, Anle stood there and looked up. He wore two swords, Qingshan and Mochi, on his waist, bathing in the cold moonlight and stars, and his handsome face added a bit of weirdness.

But at this moment, the glory of the whole long street was gathered by the man in Confucian clothes with one sword.

Anle looked seriously and had some admiration in his heart.

Luo Qingchen raised his sword to cut off the heart of Tao. From then on, he no longer sought the great way, but only sought pleasure. This is a very amazing courage.

The heart of Tao is the gathering of a person's belief, spirit, will, etc. in seeking the Tao. Once it is cut off, it is not just the heart of Tao that is cut off, but also the road to the future.

Perhaps, after this slash, Luo Qingchen's cultivation will stop here forever and will no longer improve.

Anle was amazed by this courage.

It is said that when a man is angry, blood will splash five steps away, but when a scholar is angry, he will act freely and decisively.

Luo Qingchen was so angry about the driver's death that his hair stood on end and his heart was cut off. He also borrowed the favor of Qin Xiangfu to cleanse his heart with the East Sea Cleansing Heart Pearl, and then raised his sword to kill Qin Qianqiu without guilt.

The gratitude and resentment are clearly distinguished!

He was not blinded by hatred, and he picked up the long sword to kill Anle, because Luo Qingchen knew that Anle was also a victim, and the real instigator was Qin Qianqiu.

If he raised the sword to Anle, he would fulfill the wish of the instigator.

Every grievance has its perpetrator, and every debt has its owner. Wherever the long sword is, it is looking for the creditor!

Although Luo Qingchen may not be able to survive after this swing of the knife, this Qingzhou genius who was once famous in Lin'an Prefecture may become famous in Lin'an again tonight!

Luo Qingchen, who had cut off his Dao heart, suddenly glowed with the peak brilliance of his former talent!

All this happened too quickly, and Qin Qianqiu was even in a state of confusion. When the sharp knife energy cut his skin and brought the meaning of death.

Qin Qianqiu finally understood, and his eyes showed endless shock and anger and a trace of fear!

"How dare you!"

"Rebellion!"

"Luo Qingchen, you are crazy!"

Qin Qianqiu roared and scolded on the carriage.

Wang Qinhe beside him felt his scalp tingling. Luo Qingchen's cultivation level was double-breaking the fifth realm, which was not something he could resist.

Wang Qinhe was depressed. He just wanted to show off to Anle, his future opponent, but he never thought that he could not show off his power. Instead, Luo Qingchen got the Dragon Spine Knife and helped him kill Qin Qianqiu.

The Dragon Spine Knife seemed to be revived in the hands of Luo Qingchen, a former genius. The clanging knife light was extremely sharp!

It was only a mile away, but Luo Qingchen ran faster and faster. The sword energy, knife energy, and mind formed a tornado!

Qin Qianqiu was shocked. He never thought that Luo Qingchen would be so crazy for a coachman!

Dragons are crazy when their scales are touched, and so are people.

In Lin'an, the coachman Zhushan was the only person close to Luo Qingchen. Now, he was forced to death by Qin Qianqiu. How could Luo Qingchen not be angry!

"Luo Qingchen, you are seeking death!"

Qin Qianqiu's face also became cold and silent. After the initial shock and fear, the rest was anger. As for his own safety, he was not too worried.

After all, he is the young master of the Qin family, the son that Prime Minister Qin loves and treasures the most.

Although his talent is mediocre, he is protected by the spirit of a strong man, and he has many self-defense magic weapons!

Luo Qingchen can't threaten him.

The majestic spiritual energy, blood, sword energy, and knife energy roared, gathering together on Qingbo Street in the dark night, like an angry dragon rushing out of the waves.

Luo Qingchen held the dragon spine of the precious sword in his hand, just like the head of the angry dragon, constantly approaching!

In the distance, An Leguan's heart surged, and he was also a little shocked. This is all the strength of Luo Qingchen, the fiery blood, the majestic mind, which is absolutely not comparable to what he can do now!

This night.

In Prime Minister Qin's mansion, there was a sudden resurgence of the majestic mind, and it seemed to cause the stars to tremble in a thought.

The soul of the seventh realm of the soul refining strongman rolled out and crossed in an instant.

"Bold!"

The soul trembled, forming a strong rebuke magic!

However, Luo Qingchen remained calm, dragging his sword and rushing forward, approaching in an instant.

On the chariot, Qin Qianqiu's blood and qi also intertwined and burst out, his mind was surging, even with the accumulation of many natural treasures, with his talent, he only reached the fifth level of body forging and the third level of soul refining.

And this is already his limit, and it is also the limit of mediocre talents.

"You have received the favor of my Qin Mansion, how can you explain it clearly with a sentence of cutting off the heart of Tao."

"A dog bites its master, it is a vicious dog, and it must be beaten to death!"

Qin Qianqiu maintained the composure of a superior, and shouted coldly. The next moment, the protective magic weapon was activated, and a golden ancient bell phantom enveloped his body.

This is the third-grade protective magic weapon of Lan Ke Temple, the Vajra Bell!

At the same time, the Yuanshen of the powerful protector of Taoism instantly crossed over and descended, and raised his hand to turn his mind into a wall.

However, the soul of the powerful protector of Qin Qianqiu suddenly revealed a sense of horror, and suddenly raised his head to look at the dark sky.

It seemed that there was an isolated figure standing on the bright moon, and a wisp of sword energy was released with a flick of his finger, and the wall of his mind collapsed.

"Li Youan!"

In the Qin Xiangfu, an unbelievable voice rose to the sky, completely shattering the silence of Lin'an Mansion.

With this shout, all kinds of powerful minds in Lin'an Mansion emerged, as if a single name was enough to set off a tide in Lin'an.

On the long street, Luo Qingchen was stunned for a moment... Li Youan?

But he quickly came to his senses, seized this opportunity, and threw the Dragon's Back Sword violently. The Dragon's Spine Sword crossed like a bolt of lightning and hit the Vajra Bell.

when--

In the silent night of Lin'an, the sound of the ancient bells is ringing endlessly!

The dragon's spine knife was bounced away, and the luxurious chariot underneath Qin Qianqiu exploded instantly, sending countless sawdust flying everywhere.

Qin Qianqiu, who was wrapped in the diamond bell, was knocked several meters away and hit the ground, smashed to pieces.

Luo Qingchen was already approaching, and the silver sword light in his hand suddenly slashed down, facing Qin Qianqiu, who was wrapped in the diamond bell, and kept pulling it away.

Every time the diamond bell rings, it means that Qin Qianqiu has been whipped once.

The third-grade Buddhist body-protecting magic weapon... is really expensive, smelly and hard.

Luo Qingchen really couldn't break it, but it didn't matter if it couldn't be broken. He kept beating the diamond bell like this. Every time he slapped it, Qin Qianqiu's face turned pale. That was the impact on the mind that controlled the diamond bell.

This kind of magic weapon is too difficult to control with Qin Qianqiu's mind, which is worthy of the third realm of refining gods.

When they arrived at the back, Luo Qingchen even rode on the ancient clock himself. With his energy and blood surging, he punched the clock.

This may be Qin Qianqiu's unprecedented moment of humiliation.

He was like a dead dog, being ridden on him, pinned to the ground and beaten and punched constantly.

Luo Qingchen smashed his fists and their fists were blurred with blood. Qin Qianqiu inside the diamond bell also had bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his mind was weak. Seeing that Qin Qianqiu, who was protected by a third-grade magic weapon, could not be beaten, he stood up suddenly.

He kicked him again out of anger, followed by a muffled bell, and quickly retreated.

The spirit of the powerful man at the seventh realm of refining the gods suddenly dropped, wanting to capture Luo Qingchen.

However, the standing figure of Yuehua flicked a ray of sword energy again, and Qin Qianqiu's protector's mind collapsed again.

Luo Qingchen took this opportunity to roll up his sword and evacuate quickly.

On Qingbo Street, Luo Qingchen dusted off his clothes, returned to An Le's side, clasped his fists towards An Le and bowed: "Mr. An, see you later."

"I hope your promise and mine can be fulfilled."

Luo Qingchen said.

An Le, dressed in white, also cupped his fists and bowed, solemnly saying: "We are waiting, take care."

Luo Qingchen walked to the corpse of coachman Zhushan, carried the burly corpse on his back, looked up at the figure who seemed to be standing on the bright moon, with complicated eyes.

"Thank you."

Luo Qingchen said.

Above the moonlight, the legendary champion Li Youan said calmly: "Look, even the Seventh Level of God Refining can't withstand my sword energy, why have you been so persistent and wasted for more than ten years?"

Luo Qingchen was dumbfounded, and then laughed: "I was the one who got caught."

"It's a pity that I understood it too late."

"When the heroic spirit came out of Qingzhou, ten years in Lin'an were wasted..."

"gone."

Luo Qingchen's laughter shook the long street. At this moment, he had a clear idea, but he didn't know whether it was because of cutting off the Taoist heart or because of Li Youan's words.

After returning from the sea, I am crouching down with a book, but my life's pride has not been completely wiped out!

Luo Qingchen jumped up and galloped towards the outside of Lin'an Mansion.

The powerful men from Qin Xiangfu have already arrived.

Above the moonlight, Li Youan chuckled: "I am very happy to watch you kill Dao Xin today with your courage. I will give you a ride. If you are willing, you can join our army and start as a vanguard. The position of general will be yours." Keep."

After finishing speaking, Li Youan made a light stroke.

The sword energy was like a river tide, spanning the sky above Lin'an Mansion.

Blocking the stars in the sky, he also blocked all the strong men chasing from Qin Xiang's mansion.

In the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, there was a man with a strong mind as if he was shooting for the stars, sighing faintly: "General Li, Luo Qingchen hurt the young master. This is a serious crime. Do you really want to protect this person?"

Li Youan is sitting upright behind the tide of Jiang Qi, his plain clothes like flying snow.

"Isn't Young Master Qin dead? He just suffered some skin trauma. Young Master Qin has killed many people in recent years. I have heard about it in the army. If we want to judge the crime, Young Master Qin will be blamed for nine deaths."

The indifferent voice was a bit ethereal.

The people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were suddenly speechless. They sighed again and stopped talking.

There were too many things involved behind Li Youan's return to Lin'an, and he couldn't afford to offend him at first sight.

Qingbo Street became quiet.

An Le looked at Luo Qingchen who was laughing and leaving, with a smile on his lips.

He walked to the roadside, picked up the old rice wine, picked up the beef wrapped in oil paper, bathed in the stars and moonlight, wore a green mountain ink pond on his waist, and headed towards the yard.

As for the wailing Qin Qianqiu who was beaten in the distance, and Wang Qinhe who silently picked up the Dragon's Back Sword, they never took another look.

Stepping on the bluestone road, the cool night wind blew slowly in your face.

When you set foot on Taimiao Lane, your steps are hesitant.

But in front of the closed door of the courtyard, there were two figures talking and laughing.

One is the old man from the Ancestral Temple holding a bamboo stick.

The other person was Li Youan, the legendary number one scholar who had just blocked half of Lin'an with his sword energy like a river tide.

Anle looked at the two of them and couldn't help but weigh the old yellow wine in his hands.

Tonight, this pot of wine may not be enough.