Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 181

Spring goes and autumn comes, cold and summer are easy to festival.

Three years have passed since the battle of Foli.

In the past three years, apart from the red tide causing disaster in the bardo world and the blood puppet master walking around, the Wulin was unexpectedly peaceful.

At this moment, in Tiandu Square, two three-year-old children are fighting.

One is dragging the sword, the other is holding the halberd. Although it is a half-length sword and halberd specially made for the two children, it still shows the aura of a martial king and a queen.

Little Mian stood in line, Xiaohu stood in line, both sides were shouting to cheer.

Yan Pianpian and Ling Ziling followed Jing Wuhuan to practice on Dengdao's bank, and the little ghost had grown into a half-grown boy, practicing martial arts every day, only Xiao Mian and Xiaohu remained unchanged.

Luo Hou quietly watched the two sons compete.

Liao Tian inherited his magic essence, with great power, and he walked a fierce way. In addition, Liao Tian was very sensible, never complaining about horse riding, stance, breathing, etc. The three-year-old boy's foundation was no less than that of ordinary strong people. Chinese.

Xianling promised Broken Island King Shu Lingmai, and spent half of his time following Yu Cixin to kill Broken Island and learn the art of governing the country.

Xianling spends less time and energy in martial arts than Liaotian, but because of his talent and agility, he is evenly matched with Liaotian.

Keng Keng Keng.

Bah bah bah.

Gold and Ge intersect and sing, endlessly.

Just when Xianling dodged Liaotian's attack again, Liaotian slid and walked quickly, his moves were not old, and he made a new move, slashing Xianling with one knife.

The swords and halberds of the two did not strike, and Xianling was knocked down to the ground vigorously, covering his chest exaggeratedly and shouting:
"Hoo hoo, it hurts!"

Liao Tian put away the knife, cupped his hands and said, "Little brother accepts it."

Luo Hou stepped forward, wanting to comment on the shortcomings of the two sons.

Xianling covered his ears: "Father, I just came back from the Siji Realm, let me take a rest."

Luo Hou shook his head, not only did Yu Cixin dote on his son, but the Taigong spoiled Xian Ling lawlessly. If it weren't for Qing Haichao guarding the Tower of Mercy, Xian Ling could go to the upper heaven to steal dragon eggs.

Seeing the little brother cheating, Liao Tian wanted to pull him up, but Xianling hugged him and pulled Liao Tian to the ground instead.

"Brother, you practice in the morning and in the evening, you practice in the morning and evening, don't you feel bored?"

Liao Tian replied earnestly: "I'm not bored, I like to practice."

"Brother, you..."

Luo Hou didn't expect the flames of war to be ignited from Qi Luosheng.

Thousands of miles away, on the Yuyang River, a gorgeous painting boat appeared from the dusk.

The sun was setting and the sky was getting late, and there was a faint green smoke floating on the river, revealing a trace of weirdness that was not easy to detect.

Through the heavy curtains, the people in the boat seem to be applying makeup to the mirror, and a melancholy voice can still be heard across the river:

"Qi Luotan, love mountains and rivers, a journey of rivers and lakes, a secluded boat parked in lonely souls. Parked in lonely souls, a pale moon, a cloud and a cloud, and geese flying in the void.

Flying geese make mistakes, light thunder flashes cloud, and old fish in rivers and lakes suffer.The old fish is suffering, the old sorrows are not forgiven, and the new sorrows come again, who will be the master of the singing strings at night. "

In the woods on the shore, the ambushing people waited patiently for him to finish reading, and then someone asked in a low voice:

"Is it him? Jiangshan Executioner!"

"It's him."

"Jiangshan Kuaishou has killed 30 innocent people in the Three Thousand Towers of Yuzhong [-] years ago. He has taken the boat as his home and drifted on the river and sea all year round. This time we finally got him."

Behind the tree, a big man with a vicissitudes of life stood up. He was an eagle with broken wings, an orphan of the Fengfeng clan.

After Jiangshan Kuaishou seriously injured the eagle with an arrow, the Eagle with Remnant Wings investigated for a long time before finding the murderer.

He was eager to take revenge: "Mr. Wei, your brothers from the Burial Knife Society have to suspend their actions. Let me go first to take revenge on my clan."

Du Changchun, Duke Wei of the Burial Knife Society, kneaded the steel wire in his hand, and said solemnly: "I agree, Jiangshan Kuaishou will never see the sun tomorrow."

The Eagle with Remnant Wings took out a bow, drew the bow like a full moon, opened the bow like a shooting star, and shot at the figure in the cabin.

Whoosh!
With the sound of piercing the sky, the sharp arrow crossed the river, followed by the eagle with broken wings, and landed on the bow of the boat.

"Murderer, use your arrows to pay for your crimes!"

Unexpectedly, a hand as white as jade stretched out from the cabin, flipped it casually, and took the arrow in.

Then a melodious voice sounded: "This arrow has been lost for a long time, and I never thought it would appear today. Why did you accuse me of murder?"

"Hmph, why does the murderer pretend to be innocent, drink~"

The Eagle with Remnant Wings was full of hatred, and the winged blades on the back of the shoulders unsheathed, and stabbed at the person behind the curtain.

Right after he moved, countless air arrows rushed out of the boat, like stars bursting into the sky, forming a dense array of arrows raining.

There is nothing to attack, nothing to break.

"hateful!"

Knowing that he was invincible, the Eagle with Remnant Wings still jumped forward, and his desire for revenge kept him fighting to the death.

In the endless entanglement, a red line suddenly appeared from the throat of the Eagle with Remnant Wings.

The person in the boat sighed softly: "It's the red stove and the snow, alas."

After saying that, the strings of the zither vibrated, and the Eagle with Remnant Wings was sent back to the shore.

The Eagle with Winged Wings strangled his throat, and the voice of hatred continued: "It was my own fault that I strayed into the abyss by mistake, and touched the red furnace of the Peerless Sword House, but I couldn't kill the enemy with my own hands.

In the sound of hatred, those who failed to take revenge were separated from each other.

Du Changchun disdainfully said: "Useless things, act!"

As soon as the words fell, the cannons on the river bank were fired, hitting the boat in the river.

Immediately, the water column was monstrous, the waves were thousands of feet high, and the fire burned the night sky forever.

"I was defeated by you decades ago, and now I have come to get everything back! Jiangshan Kuaishou, can you still be happy with Jiangshan? Hahahahaha!"

Amidst the wild laughter, a clear shadow was seen going straight up to the horizon, and in the blink of an eye, the colorful knife was coming towards him like the blade of death.

The knives are picturesque, and each stroke falls on the life of the Burial Knife Society.

"Ah~~uh!"

The blood stained the Qingjiang River, and even more the crimson moon.

Soon there will be corpses all over the place.

Suddenly, Qi Luosheng felt that the blood in his chest was not continuing, and there was a sharp pain, and then he could not see or hear.

His heart trembled: "I'm poisoned!"

Du Changchun laughed wildly again: "Xijiang is absolutely poisonous, poisonous ears, poisonous eyes, poisonous claws, three poisons, let's kill Jiangshan quickly!"

"Forcing him so hard, Qi Luosheng has no choice but to accompany him to the end."

But Xijiang Jiu poison is no small matter. Qi Luosheng lost his eyesight and hearing, so he could only rely on instinct to use the knife.

Knife is to kill, and knife is to survive.

The aroused murderous nature, the more violent the Vietnam War.

At this moment, a figure broke into the battle circle: "Jiangshan Kuaishou, pay back the lives of 800 people on the [-]th floor of Yuzhong!"

The visitor is Yun Canghai, the orphan of the Three Thousand Towers of the Rain Bell in the past, and the cultivator of Tianfo Yuanxiang today.

Qi Luosheng, who lost his eyes and ears, didn't distinguish the comer, only relying on the opponent's killing intent, the Yan Dao turned around and swiped out, Yun Canghai's head was separated.

"Who else is coming?"

A bloody swordsman with endless killing intent.

At this moment, a proud figure broke into the battle circle, with a long sword on his back, a whisk in his hand, white hair and a gray robe.

"Qi Luosheng!"

Seeing that Qi Luosheng was injured, the people who came came frowned angrily, whipped and sent off the dust, and wiped out the remaining troops of the funeral knife society.

"Is it Peerless Sword Residence? Let's go!"

Du Changchun was frightened and frightened, and hurriedly led his men to retreat.

The river wind was icy cold, and the lingering blood was blowing.

Yi Qixing supported Qi Luosheng, tapped the river water, and landed on the boat.

Immediately, a powerful palm energy input shocked Qi Luosheng's spirit.

Waiting until he was breathing heavily, Qi Luosheng pulled out the colored glaze needle from his ears, and stabbed it into the back with his backhand.

On the skin of the back, large peony flowers bloomed immediately, red and black interlaced, beautiful and beautiful.

With the blooming and withering of the peony, Qi Luo forced out the toxins in her body, and her ears and eyes returned to normal.

"Make friends laugh."

Yi Qi acted against customers, and found a jar of wine from the cabin: "I just detoxified, can I drink?"

"can."

After drinking a cup, Qi Luosheng felt a little uneasy: "My friend, did I kill the wrong person just now?"

"Yun Canghai, a cultivator under the Trial Seat of Tianfo Yuanxiang, Juye Fengtan is unreasonable, and I'm afraid he will target you again."

"It's him? I thought that one day the hatred would be resolved, but I didn't expect..."

"You didn't intend to kill him, I can testify to that."

"As you said, Juye Fengtan and Tianfo Yuanxiang may not be able to understand."

Yi Qixing patted Qi Luosheng and comforted him: "Don't be surprised, the mediation of Tianfo Yuanxiang is left to me."

"Qi Luo's own affairs, I will take care of them myself, why bother my brother."

"If you are black, how can I monologue? On the road of sinking, I will walk with you."

(End of this chapter)