Xuanxia

Chapter 491 Blood
In an instant, Fu Qingzhou's hair stood on end.

He knew that he had delayed... Did he lead his true essence to attack his heart and break through the seventh realm? He actually had no idea about this at the moment.

He just wanted to endure the severe pain that almost suffocated him to death.

But this brief delay finally allowed Huijue to catch his breath.

Hearing Huijue's voice behind him, Fu Qingzhou raised his elbow and turned around without hesitation, ready to swing the scabbard of the King's Sword.

But at such a close distance...it was too late.

With a snap, Huijue stretched out his intact left hand and grabbed his arm.

Fu Qingzhou widened his eyes and slowly turned his head.

At this time, Huijue was just a little novice monk who looked about seven or eight years old. He had to raise his head just to look at Fu Qingzhou, but his thin and tender hands contained endless power. Just a light pinch of Fu Qingzhou with a finger made it impossible for him to move at all.

Huijue also looked a little embarrassed.

After experiencing a series of battles and being hit head-on by the thousands of sword energies in Wang Jian's scabbard, he was left with countless wounds. Before that, his right hand was destroyed by the countermeasures left by the Smoker.

Hundreds of sword marks cut through his flesh, and blood soaked every inch of his body. What was even more strange was that the wounds seemed to be constantly healing, but were also prevented from healing by some force. They squirmed and struggled, and the flesh closed and then opened again.

"The scabbard of the King Sword is indeed powerful."

Huijue seemed not to feel the pain from the serious injury, and smiled: "But Buddha, you are still too weak now. Look, its light... has also dimmed."

Fu Qingzhou lowered his head and looked at the scabbard.

Yes... the scabbard that was shining brightly just now has now lost all its brilliance and become ordinary.

"I am the winner after all." Huijue chuckled and said, "Buddha, let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, golden light flowed around him, immediately wrapping himself and Fu Qingzhou together.

But the next moment, the golden light seemed to be attracted by something and decomposed into strands of light and flew into the sky.

In the wind, a prayer flag that looked like a big umbrella or a pagoda appeared out of nowhere. It came with the wind and circled above their heads.

Colorful pieces of cloth are spliced ​​on long ropes, they spin and dance, dazzling and eye-catching, the golden light flows and soon merges into the prayer flags, becoming invisible.

Huijue's pupils shrank: "Secret Wheel Banner!"

"That's right... Junior Brother, you are not the only ones looking for the relics of Milun Temple."

Huikong's voice rang out, and the next moment, he suddenly appeared beside Huijue and Fu Qingzhou, and grabbed Huijue's left hand.

There was a faint golden light on Huijue's body, and he obviously wanted to struggle, but the golden light left his body in an instant and was absorbed by the prayer flag.

Fu Qingzhou's pressure was greatly reduced as a result, and he immediately broke free, staggering back a few steps.

"Senior brother."

Huijue was not surprised but laughed: "You have been determined to cultivate the golden body and not rely on external objects for many years. Now you have made an exception and used magic weapons. From now on, I am afraid it will be difficult for you to make any progress."

"How can the cultivation of a single monk compare to the rise and fall of the world?" Huikong was very calm.

After that, he looked at Fu Qingzhou again and smiled slightly: "Master Fu, why don't you do it?"

Fu Qingzhou's heart was shocked.

Huijue was strangled by Huikong and could not move. No matter what magical skills he used, they would be dissolved by the prayer flags...

If we don’t act now, when will we act?

He gripped the scabbard of Wang Jian tightly and swung it forward heavily!
call……

A light breeze blew by and nothing happened.

Fu Qingzhou was stunned and looked down at the scabbard.

Its light has dimmed, and it can no longer exert any power? !
“Hehe, hehe…” Huijue chuckled.

This laughter was like steel needles, piercing Fu Qingzhou's heart, as if mocking him, mocking the smoker, and mocking everyone's useless efforts.

He gritted his teeth, didn't care about anything else, strode forward, held the scabbard horizontally, and thrust the tip of the scabbard forward, stabbing hard into Huijue's chest!
With a thud, the scabbard hit Huijue's chest, but it was like hitting a thick steel plate and failed to penetrate at all.

"Buddha's son..."

Huijue smiled and turned to look at Huikong: "Senior Brother...you can't stop me." After saying that, he raised his head, glanced at the secret wheel banner, and suddenly his left shoulder sank!
As he sank, his left hand that was held by Huikong... was broken at the elbow!

He cut off his left arm without using any magic, but only used pure physical strength. The prayer flags were naturally unable to stop him.

After his arm was cut off, Huijue's figure flashed and he was more than ten feet away in an instant.

Both of his hands were broken, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

However, when he looked at Fu Qingzhou, there was still some disappointment in his eyes... Obviously, he knew that with Huikong and the Secret Wheel Banner, he could no longer take the "Buddha's son" away today.

"Poor monk..."

Huijue spoke softly.

But the next moment, Huikong appeared beside him again!

"Junior brother, don't leave!"

Huikong spoke in a deep voice like a bell and reached out to grab it again. The prayer flag also flew over and followed the two of them closely, circling above their heads.

Huijue frowned. Without hands, he could only keep changing his body shape and moving quickly backwards.

But how could Huikong let him go so easily?

In the blink of an eye, the two of them turned into two golden lightning bolts that were too invisible to the naked eye. They entangled from the ground to the sky, then smashed into a distant temple from the sky, and then returned from the temple to the boulevard.

During the whole process, Fu Qingzhou just gritted his teeth and kept trying to swing the scabbard of the King Sword.

But ever since he broke through the seventh realm, the power of the scabbard seemed to be exhausted. No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer exert any power, let alone kill Huijue.

At this moment, there were bursts of hurried footsteps and the sound of wind coming from the mountain gate not far away.

Fu Qingzhou suddenly looked in the direction of the voice.

At the mountain gate, a wonderful sight appeared.

The first person to show up was Tang Jiao - she came riding on a spirit sword, her face full of anxiety.

Of course, she was not a wonder; the wonder was the person behind her... Yuan Ziping.

I saw him... pulling a carriage covered with yellow talismans, panting and following Tang Jiao. The wheels of the carriage did not touch the ground but were slightly suspended. The curtain of the carriage was pulled open, revealing the faces of Yue Heng and Bai Xiao... Oh no, Zhao Yuan.

"You guys?!" Fu Qingzhou was shocked.

Tang Jiao, who was at the front, saw him holding the scabbard and waving it in vain.

"Big brother!"

She cried out, "Blood! Blood!"

When she shouted the word "blood", she turned her head and shouted towards the carriage.

Obviously, what she wanted to say was...Brother Bai, you still have to contribute some blood.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuan in the carriage turned pale and looked down at his hand which had just been bandaged. When he heard Tang Jiao's cry, Yue Heng had already grabbed Zhao Yuan's wrist without any hesitation.

"Change, change your hand!" Zhao Yuan said hurriedly.

Yue Heng didn't care about all this. While Zhao Yuan was talking, he had already untied the bandage on Zhao Yuan's palm and dragged him out of the carriage.

But... at this time, Fu Qingzhou had already put his bleeding hand on the scabbard.

Yes, when he heard Tang Jiao shout out the word "blood", he never thought that she wanted to use the blood of Emperor Zhao Yuan.

He just had an idea in his mind... Tang Jiao brought the emperor. The scabbard of the King Sword was originally taken away by Ning Baimei, so it appeared here. It must be Jiao Jiao who found the emperor and sent the scabbard remotely...

Now that the scabbard is ineffective, as soon as Tang Jiao appeared, she immediately shouted "Blood! Blood!"... This is to remind herself that the scabbard can be activated again with blood!
More importantly, at this moment, Huikong and Huijue, who were fighting with each other, fell to the ground with a bang, less than five feet away from Fu Qingzhou!
Therefore, Fu Qingzhou no longer cared about what Zhao Yuan, Yue Heng and others were doing.

He didn't have time to think at all. He just clenched his fist and pinched his palm with his nails, leaving the flesh on his palm bloody. Then, he gripped the scabbard tightly and smeared the blood on it.

In just a moment, the scabbard drank up all the blood.

The next moment, under the astonished gaze of Zhao Yuan and the others, the scabbard of Wang Jian glowed brightly!

(End of this chapter)