Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8362

Golden Cicada Palace.

When Qinglong started to walk, it looked like he was walking slowly step by step, but in fact, his speed was extremely fast.

It didn't take long, and it was close to the past.

He stretched out his palm, and Luo Xingchen could clearly see that his metal glove was made of small pieces of metal connected together instead of being forged as a whole.

Because of the connection of small metal pieces, the resulting metal gloves are very flexible.

As soon as Qinglong stretched out his hand, the power of his palm was like the tide, wave after wave, surging.

"Young master, you step back, I will block him."

It was Mo Anbai who spoke.

Mo Anbai is not a martial arts master, but her strength is already close to that of a martial arts master.

She is not Qinglong's opponent, but it is still possible to block Qinglong for a while.

"Okay, let's try his strength."

Luo Xingchen nodded and stepped back.

"Step aside."

Qinglong's palm slashed out, and his metal palm allowed him to use his palms wantonly. When encountering Mo Anbai's sword, he didn't have to dodge it, he just stretched out his hand to grab the long sword.

Mo Anbai also danced the sword flower to prevent Qinglong from grabbing the sword.

As long as she is caught by Qinglong, she will have to discard the long sword.

"Humph!"

Qinglong snorted coldly, and finally used the force field only in the master realm.

He found that conventional methods were unable to take down the woman in front of him in a short period of time.

The force field created by his palms has both the gentleness of the waves and the fury of the waves. His palm technique is originally related to water, and when he was finally promoted to Grandmaster, he also realized the power of water.

Mo Anbai felt as if his body had sunk into a quagmire, his palms were frozen, and it was almost impossible to use his sword skills anymore.

Her heart sank.

If it continues, she may die at the hands of Qinglong.

Looking at Qinglong's move, he didn't leave any room for it, he just rushed to kill people.

"Don't be afraid, reinforcements are coming."

Just when Mo Anbai was in a dilemma, Luo Xingchen's voice reached his ears.

A figure appeared in front of her.

Her pressure suddenly eased.

"The master of the Chalcedony Sect, Yu Shengyan!"

Qinglong's voice was serious.

"That's right, it's my servant, Persian teaches Qinglong, don't come here without any harm."

Yu Shengyan was dressed in white, with a face like a crown of jade, with a smile on his face, as gentle and calm as if seeing an old friend.

"Aren't you at the Sword Box Pass? Why are you here?"

Qinglong wondered.

He felt that the current situation was out of his control.

The appearance of Yu Shengyan was beyond his expectation.

According to the information he got, the martial arts masters currently connected with Luo Xingchen should not be here.

"Qinglong, Venerable Feng had an agreement with your Persian religion back then, and you were not allowed to come to the Central Plains. You have violated the agreement."

Yu Shengyan did not directly answer Qinglong's words, but said lightly with a smile on his face.

"In the vicissitudes of life, when stones are crushed, can a promise last forever?"

Qinglong sneered and said: "Yu Shengyan, don't tell me about the agreement, just talk about today's game, you can't save the defeat even if you come."

On the surface, Qinglong's words are correct.

The appearance of Yu Shengyan can only save Luo Xingchen's life, but it is far from enough to win this round.

"Really not?"

Yu Shengyan still had a smile on his face, calm and unhurried.

"No, this seat said."

Qinglong said categorically.

"Look, what is that?"

Yu Shengyan suddenly pointed to the side and said.

Qinglong glanced subconsciously.

Smoke billowed from the side, and a man and horse had already arrived.

Looking at their clothes, you can tell that the people who came were General Chu Lanxiao and his party in time.

"how is this possible?"

Qinglong finally said in astonishment.

He obviously arranged for people to stop it.

With the manpower he arranged, it was more than enough to stop Chu Lanxiao and the others.

"I can't believe it? But this is the fact. Your people are all dead. Do you think that you can control Mr. Luo Xingchen at will? He has already calculated in advance, and all your actions are under his control. .”

Yu Shengyan laughed.

Qinglong looked at Yu Shengyan's smiling little white face, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense. He wished he could smash his fist on Yu Shengyan's face and ruin his face.

But he couldn't do it.

Yu Shengyan is also a master of martial arts, and he has already consolidated his realm and is a master of martial arts with excellent strength.

Fighting with Yusheng fireworks, he is not sure of winning.

"Do it."

Qinglong cast a look at Xinyuehu.

His bronze mask is quite tight, only a pair of eyes can be exposed.

Xinyuehu understood what he meant, and rushed towards Chu Lanxiao's group.

Only she is a little free now.

As long as she stops Chu Lanxiao and the others for a while, Qinglong can rearrange the deployment and accumulate chances of victory.

However, just as she approached Chu Lanxiao's group, a long saber light struck from a distance.

Xinyuehu was terrified, she turned over and hid behind, barely avoiding the ending of being disembowelled.

Even so, there was still a knife mark on her body.

Blood slowly oozes out from the wound.

"Haha, it's not bad, it can escape my knife."

There was a burst of hearty laughter, and a man appeared on the field.

This man is tall, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, and looks extremely powerful.

"Knife, sword demon!"

Xinyuehu panicked.

She has recognized the man.

"Yo? You recognize me? Not bad."

The man smiled and said that he had a big knife in his hand. At this time, he stabbed the tip of the knife on the ground, pressed the handle of the knife with his palm, and looked at Xinyue Fox with interest.

"Sword Demon? Didn't you go to the East China Sea?" Qinglong glanced at the man while confronting Yu Shengyan.

"That's right, I've been to the East China Sea, and now I'm back again, and the colorful world of the Central Plains is still fun." The sword demon said with a smile.

"What does this have to do with you? You go and play with yourself."

Qinglong was dissatisfied.

It's just ridiculous, how can this sword demon, a moody person, get involved in such things?
"It didn't matter at first, but I have an old friend, please take care of his descendants, and I agreed."

"What I promised, you understand, it must be done." Dao Mo said.

"What descendant?" Qinglong frowned, but he already had the answer in his heart.

"Okay, I don't care about what you teach in Persia, and I don't want to care about it, but you are here today, and you asked about the knife in my hand first."

The sword demon gripped the handle tightly.

"Nothing can be done, withdraw!"

Qinglong shouted loudly.

The sword demon has made his attitude clear. With the help of the top master, the sword demon, there is no chance for them to win. It is better to retreat as soon as possible.

But how difficult is it for them to retreat at this time?

"Don't let them run away."

Luo Xingchen shouted.

Afterwards, everyone began to exert all their strength in order to prevent Qinglong and others from escaping.

(End of this chapter)