Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 983 The Unruly King Wolf
  "Xu..."

Many descendants of the Xiang clan roared and imitated the sounds of horses, trying to calm the restless horses beneath them.

As night fell completely, darkness shrouded this desolate land. Today, the stars were sparse, the moonlight was dim, and there were several layers of thick clouds, making it almost impossible to see anything on the ground.

In order not to become blind, the people of the Xiang clan lit torches one after another, either holding them in their hands or placing them around the carriage, barely creating an area shrouded in light.

Of course, the range is very limited, and so is the visual clarity, which is better than nothing.

Darkness represents the unknown, and the unknown brings the purest fear. Although humans have basically got rid of the fear of darkness after being able to create fire, it still needs to be analyzed based on the specific situation.

For example, they are now.

"Ouch...ow...ow...ow...ow...ow..."

In the darkness that seemed to be covered by a curtain, the howls of wolves kept coming one after another, stirring up the nerves of the Xiang clan members and making them restless, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Wolves are not very dangerous creatures to experienced experts like them, but wolves hiding in the dark and not knowing when they will pounce are more troublesome.

Xiang Liang rode his horse, stopped among the crowd, and shouted loudly, "Be vigilant, be careful of sneak attacks!"

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the situation was calm before Xiang Liang shouted. When he shouted, he immediately caused the pack of wolves to shout, and the ear-piercing screams could not be heard.

At this moment, the torches in the hands of several Xiang clan members on the periphery suddenly flickered, as if a gust of wind blew by, followed by a silhouette that almost merged with the shadow and flew past.

The Xiang clan members hadn't seen anything clearly yet. One of them felt his shoulder being grabbed by someone. He didn't have time to react. He only let out a scream and was thrown out.

"what!!!"

Although the dim environment made it almost impossible to see any objects, this Xiang clan member clearly saw his fate at the moment of life and death - more than a dozen green light spots.

Needless to say, these are the eyes of a wolf at night.

With this answer in his mind, he didn't even have time to fear that he would be buried among the wolves.

"drink!"

A low cry rang out, and several streams of blue water drew several zigzag arcs in the air, accurately grabbing the limbs of the Xiang clan member, and then quickly tightened and rebounded, finally saving the person and pulling him back at the critical moment. into the crowd.

"Humph!"

At this time, an angry snort sounded.

Three juxtaposed cold lights suddenly burst out from the shadows in the corner, mixed with the faint sound of breaking wind, and went straight to the little spirit who was standing on the top of the carriage and used Ten Thousand Rivers of Autumn Water to save people.

Xiao Ling had already expected it, so he calmly dispersed his energy, stopped moving his sealed hands, and immediately touched the spring water scabbard on his waist with his left hand.

The pale golden Qi was extremely conspicuous in the night. Driven by the Qi, the Spring Water Sword trembled slightly and made bursts of chirping sounds. It immediately jumped out of the scabbard and was held by Xiao Ling's right hand. The sword pointed downwards and horizontally. In front of the frame.

clang!
  The timing and position of the Spring Water Sword's unsheathing were all perfect. At the last breath, it successfully blocked the three sharp steel claws on the Cang Wolf King's right hand, preventing him from succeeding and having no time to change his moves.

Through the other party's wolf-shaped half mask with clear lines and protruding edges, Xiao Ling and the Green Wolf King looked at each other for a moment with their faint green eyes. At this time, the Cang Wolf King saw that he could not succeed in a single blow. He grinned ferociously. He increased his strength with his right hand and clamped down on the opponent. With a flick of the wrist of his other hand, three more sharp steel claws stretched out, drawing out a streak of cold light. The shadow will be wiped across the vital parts of Xiaoling's throat.

The long blue hair flickered slightly, Xiao Ling pursed his lips and smiled. The two fingers of his left hand came together and curled slightly. The pale golden energy lingered on them, and then he flicked his fingers lightly at the tip of the sword.

Zheng!
  Like the sound of strings exploding, the golden zhenqi is disturbed and stacked layer by layer, spreading like waves on the sword body. The entire sword quickly draws a circle with the central axis in mid-air, forming the most classic Taoist Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish. .

The effect of force is reciprocal, so when the Canglang King locks Xiaoling, it is equivalent to Xiaoling locking the Canglang King.

The Cang Wolf King only felt an irresistible force coming from his stuck right hand. The attack of his left hand collapsed instantly, and his feet also left the ground under the influence of this force. His whole body formed a knot in mid-air along with the Spring Water Sword. It turned solidly in a circle.

Of course, at the same time, his steel claws also broke free from the clamp of the Spring Water Sword after sparking off a string of sparks.

This allowed him to draw a Yin-Yang fish without having to use his own body, and it just turned around three or two times under the inertia.

However, it takes time to restore the body's balance, and now, Xiao Ling obviously will not give him this time.

I saw Xiao Ling grabbing his weapon with his right hand, and spreading his left hand into a palm. The true energy in his body surged and gathered. A small golden Yin Yang fish appeared in the palm of his hand, and then he slapped the iron armor on the abdomen of the Cang Wolf King with his palm. superior.

The Cang Wolf King flew out sideways in an instant, but in the process he finally regained control of his body. He stretched out his hand in mid-air and hooked the edge of a carriage with a steel claw, and used the force of a mid-air rotation to spin. He landed firmly on top of another carriage.

However, the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth proved that the slap just now was not pleasant.

The Cang Wolf King wiped away the blood with a ruthless face, staring at the little spirit standing with a sword like a vicious wolf, "Okay! As expected of the leader who said to be careful, I was careless this time!"

It was obvious that despite suffering a loss, the Canglang King was not very convinced.

This is also normal.

Among the killers in Niqusha, Canglang King is probably the one with the highest temperament - in his eyes, the Wushuang ghost has no brains, the bone demon is not a person, and the hidden bat is a pure pervert, and now he has sent it.

As for Mei Sanniang who joined not long ago...ha, just a woman!
  He is the most powerful person in the Counter-Quick Sand besides the leader, and he is also the most powerful killer - the latter is especially important.

This kind of self-confidence, even after being beaten more than once by the snow girl, both of them were injured, but he did not restrain himself at all.

In his opinion, Yuki-onna is not an ordinary person and is obviously a cheating player.

A weak person is not a human being, no matter how strong he is.

He, the Blue Wolf King, is also a well-known ‘Night Assassin’ in the world, a figure in the countercurrent sand.

Of course, for him, the defeat just now was just a moment of inadvertent manipulation by Xiao Ling, and it was a mistake - can a mistake be considered a loss? About the killer...

Both Gu Xun and Han Fei admired the Cang Wolf King's... how should I put it, unruly and unruly behavior.

Both of them agreed that the Canglang King was a lucky general - he worked hard all day long without any brains, and he had been in the arena for so many years without hitting an iron plate and being beaten to death, so he must have good luck.

(End of this chapter)