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Chapter 54 Arrival

Is he really going to invite you down? !

Li Wuxiang immediately looked at Zeng Jianqiu - why didn't he take action? !

At this time, Zeng Jianqiu was still tied up and sitting on the altar table behind the incense table. At the moment when Zhao Qi was shouting in ecstasy, a large blistering bubble suddenly appeared on his chest, and then his skin was instantly Burned through, forming a square seal.

It was the "Treasure of the Five Mountains" that I showed him before!

The skin on his chest fell on the table with a splat. The treasure talisman hidden under the skin seemed to sense something extremely disgusting, and immediately emitted a burst of golden light. A strong wind blew around Zeng Jianqiu, and first lifted the incense table in front of him. He fell over and blew off the talisman attached to his head!

Zhao Qi was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, and then touched the hilt of the sword behind his back. But Zeng Jianqiu's eyes that had been lowered suddenly opened, and the rope that bound him broke with a snap! His hands and feet were still bloody at this time, but he only waved his right hand——

A piece of blood bloomed on his forearm, and a white light flew out with a whoosh, heading straight for Zhao Qi's face.

Zhao Qi hurriedly ducked to the side, and the white light shot past his cheek. But just two steps away, Zeng Jianqiu raised his arm again, and the white light whirled in the air with a buzzing sound, and then went straight to Zhao Qi. Qi went away from the back of his head.

Zhao Qi was about to pull out the sword at this moment, when he saw the white light flying towards him again, he quickly ducked down to avoid it, but the white light turned sharply and stabbed directly into his neck, and he had to throw his head to the ground. He lay down and rolled around a few times before kicking his feet and standing up again. The sword was only half drawn out, but there was only a clang sound and white light hit his sword. Zhao Qi raised his hand and saw that only half of the sword he pulled out was broken!

At this time, Li Wuxiang saw the white light clearly - it was hanging on Zhao Qi's shoulder. It turned out to be a flying sword only as long as a finger... No, it was not a flying sword, but a flying sword attached to the back. An extremely thin rope... Did Zeng Jianqiu hide this thing in his wrist? Tie it to his bones? !

Just now, the small sword broke Zhao Qi's long sword, and Zhao Qi saw the string behind the sword. He immediately twisted the broken sword in his hand and wrapped the thin rope around the sword. He laughed angrily: "Okay, it turns out you are a swordsman! You dare to meddle in my business! Today I will cut off your hands and feet." The waste was sacrificed!"

He jerked the broken sword away, trying to cut off the thin thread wrapped around it. Who would have thought that with just a sharp squeaking sound, the thread not only did not break, but sparks were generated by friction with the blade edge. This sharp sound was immediately followed by a "woo" - Zeng Jianqiu shook his arm, and the thin thread stirred the air. Before Zhao Qi could react, he had wrapped it around his upper body, and then pulled hard -

Bang! The thin thread tightened and cut into Zhao Qi's chest!

But Zhao Qi's body swayed, and he seemed to take a step back from the void. Where he was originally standing, a piece of talisman paper with a villain drawn in cinnabar was twisted into two pieces by the thin thread, and fell down, as if it was just twisted. Cut off one of his clothes.

But this frightened him so much that he threw away the broken sword and ran back. Behind him is the wing room where he originally lived, only about ten steps away. But he ran for more than ten steps in one breath, and not only did he not get closer to the wing, but he got farther and farther away from Zeng Jianqiu, as if there was some incomprehensible vast space in the small area around him.

At this time, Zeng Jianqiu jumped off the altar table and kicked the incense case away. His ankle was still injured, but his movements did not seem to be greatly restricted. He raised his hand to retract the flying sword, and then threw it violently. The small sword immediately turned into white light again and shot straight towards the back of Zhao Qi's head. .

But this time Zhao Qi did not dodge. He pulled out another piece of yellowish talisman paper from his arms while running, bit his finger, and began to draw the image of the Stove Lord on the paper, shouting: " May Ancestor Xin, Lord Siming of Three Thousand Worlds, return to this world!"

As soon as the talisman was ignited, the glow that had been scattered all over the sky suddenly fell, and the treasure seal on Zeng Jianqiu's chest burst out with more intense light, as if fighting to the death against what was coming. And his flying sword focused on Zhao Qi, hitting him several times, but every time a piece of talisman paper fell from his body, as if his whole body was made of paper one by one.

After the talisman fell six more times, Zeng Jianqiu's flying sword finally passed through Zhao Qi's left arm and brought up a large cloud of blood flowers. Then it whimpered in front of him, immediately circled it twice, and tied it tightly. Lived.

Zeng Jianqiu stretched out his hand, grabbed his string, and lifted it suddenly. Zhao Qi was pulled two or three steps in front of him.

Only then did he sneer: "Zhenjun Siming? I'm afraid you have invited some lonely ghost! If the person you invited is really Zhenming Siming, with this treasure of the Five Mountains in my chest, I'm afraid you will Already—eh? It’s really strange, I see you haven’t vomited blood or been struck by lightning now…”

He quickly glanced at Li Wuxiang: "Your Ranshan sect's talisman skills are indeed rare. Zhao Qi! You have done countless evil things. You should know today that you can't escape death! But now I am just facing your Ranshan sect's talisman skills. I'm a little interested. If you tell me happily, I'll give you a happy one too, but if you..."

"But what if you...you..." When he said this, he was taking a step towards Zhao Qi, but his body swayed slightly, and he felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, and then the original colorful glow around him turned into a dark red, and his chest The "Treasure of the Five Mountains" in front of him also started to burn in his skin and flesh, filling his mouth and nose with a burning smell!

Zeng Jianqiu couldn't help but lower his head to see——

The talisman was gone and turned into a piece of black ash in the blood and flesh on the chest!

He was startled and wanted to look up at Zhao Qi again. But the next moment, the idea of ​​"being surprised" also became vague in his mind. The sound of heartbeat and blood flow seemed to be amplified all of a sudden. Along with the roaring sound like a tide, his consciousness It blurred quickly, and I felt that something in my body was growing, growing, and expanding crazily——

Come!

The sky above Chen's courtyard was suddenly covered with a thin layer of red clouds, sucking in all the previous colorful rays of light. At this moment, Li Wuxiang could feel that the thing that was so heavy that it was about to twist and crush the whole yard suddenly disappeared. Then he saw Zeng Jianqiu stopped where he was, and the thin string connected to the small sword in his hand fell to the ground. .

His body was upright like a thick wooden pole, but his head and arms hung weakly and swayed slightly. The next moment, his whole body began to twitch, twisting his body strangely like a puppet on strings, and uttering indistinct, extremely hoarse murmurs——

"Hateful...annoying...ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were almost squeezed out of his sockets, blood oozed from his mouth and nose, and his sharp teeth broke through his lips and rolled back outwards!

Zhao Qi, who was still lying on the ground, was also frightened by his appearance. He hurriedly took off the thin thread and reached into his arms to touch it. But Zeng Jianqiu suddenly raised his hand, and the thin sword flew back and came out again with a whooshing sound, hitting him directly in the face.

I don’t know how much faster this time than when Zeng Jianqiu was using it, and even the white light was no longer visible!

Zhao Qi screamed in despair and closed his eyes, but the flying sword suddenly hovered in front of him, making the thin thread buzz.

Then he heard the hoarse and frantic voice of the monster whose original appearance was completely lost: "Ah... well... you are... Si Sheng..."

Zhao Qi opened his eyes suddenly, his throat rattling - Si Sheng... Si Sheng... that was his nickname...

"Teacher...Master?!"

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