i have a sword fairy

Chapter 534 Today's autumn air is rustling, it is appropriate to kill people ([-]) (I'm back, rushing ducks!)

"What are you drawing?"

Someone was as confused and curious as the purple clothed sword spirit.

The young Confucian scholar is sitting on the dragon coffin, holding the scabbard in one arm, and laying it horizontally on his knee.

"Draw it casually, don't worry about it."

Zhao Rong said very seriously to the disfigured old Confucian scholar who walked out of the dark tomb.

The eyes also looked at the latter very seriously.

He doesn't look sideways.

"You...are you not escaping?"

Zhao Rong was silent.

At this time, it was less than half an hour away from the bamboo forest courtyard.

The one-armed young Confucian scholar and the disfigured old Confucian scholar faced each other again.

It's just that this time, it was changed to a place that seemed more suitable for death, and the former also had a broken arm and lost a sword.

But the latter is still holding a cigarette bag in his hand, taking a walk in the courtyard.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Right now, there are only the two Confucian scholars in the Dead Silence Hall, and there is no one else involved.

The old and the young looked at each other silently.

One person stood at the door of the tomb passage, blocking the only way to leave.

One holds an empty scabbard and sits quietly on the dragon coffin in the center of the hall.

At this time.

"Is there no way inside?"

The disfigured old Confucian scholar asked calmly, "Well, I still thought of some way to deal with this old man."

He nodded lightly.

The young Confucian scholar still did not answer.

He looked at the disfigured old Confucian scholar silently.

At the same time, the lonely hand on his knee slightly lifted the scabbard in front of his lower abdomen.

In front of the disfigured old Confucian scholar, he gently shook the end of the sheath.

Immediately, a large drop of bright red blood that was about to fall was shaken off.

tick tock...tick tock...

The sound of a series of blood drops hitting the coffin board suddenly resounded in the underground palace hall.

Echoed again and again.

The sound of blood dripping seems to be getting louder...

The air in the hall suddenly became surprisingly quiet.

Zhao Rong looked directly at Qin Jianfu, with the scabbard in his hand between the two of them, his wrist trembling slightly.

Qin Jianfu looked at the haggard scholar's dark eyes, seeing that he was still silent, the old man lowered his eyes first, glanced at the empty scabbard in Zhao Rong's hand, and his strange movements.

The original body of Wenjian that Zhao Rong suddenly sent away has disappeared.

The old man squinted again, and quickly glanced at the solitary white candle in the southeast corner of the hall.

It flickers.

Like a flat boat in a storm on the sea.

Then, the old man looked at the weird blood painting patterns on the ground in front of him, the leaky dragon coffin with a corner soaked in dark red blood, the tomb passage of the apse with dozens of qi coming from it... and so on.

Holding a gray pipe in his palm, the disfigured old Confucian scholar used both his spiritual sense and his naked eyes, and quickly scanned the entire underground palace hall.

Zhao Rong quietly watched the calm and vigilant old man, his left hand remained motionless.

The blood flowing with the blood of the Black Bird of Destiny overflowed the inscriptions of the Black Bird of Destiny on the scabbard, gathered at the end of the scabbard, and dripped naturally.

He deviated from the path of most of the Zhao family's children and followed Confucianism in writing. At this time, he lost his right hand for writing.

The only remaining left hand tightly grasped the only remaining scabbard, facing the enemy whose aura was higher than the third realm.

not moving at all.

"Heh, it's quite lively inside."

At this time, the disfigured old Confucian scholar suddenly opened his mouth, and his eyes were also withdrawn from behind Zhao Rong's shoulder.

Raising his hand, he pointed at the apse tomb passage blocked by Zhao Rong's body, with a calm tone:

"You seem to be quite familiar with the layout of the emperor's tomb, so...they have something to do with you? Are they your rescuers? Or..."

The young Confucian scholar narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and interrupted:

"Can you move faster and stop talking nonsense."

Serious tone.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar paused for a while, and his cloudy old eyes narrowed into slits.

He stared at this young Confucian scholar with a calm face and a slightly joking tone, and nodded vigorously, "Okay, I'll leave it to you to collect the corpse, and hope they can identify it and put it together."

After identifying the corpse, it is possible to piece together a similar whole corpse.

The young Confucian scholar who had been calm until now finally smiled, very pleased.

He patted the dragon coffin under him with his scabbard, with a sincere expression:
"Please be sure to step up your efforts. It was too boring to be outside just now, it's the same as not eating."

"it is good."

As soon as the young Confucian scholar finished speaking, the disfigured old Confucian scholar nodded lightly, and just after he uttered the word, suddenly there were loud bangs from all directions.

The whole main hall trembled a few times.

It turned out that the eight tomb passages leading from the main hall to other parts of the underground palace had all collapsed and were blocked by the collapsed boulders.

This includes the tomb passage where the disfigured old Confucian scholar came, and the tomb passage leading to the deep apse behind Zhao Rong.

The entire hall temporarily became a place of death...

There is almost no way out.

After finishing these casually, Qin Jianfu did not lift his wrinkled eyelids.

With a gray cigarette bag in one hand and the back in the other, he walked straight forward, walking slowly, while carefully watching the face of the young scholar in front of him with narrowed eyes.

The exit path of these buried concubines was blocked, Zhao Rong didn't look back, nor did his expression change.

He had restrained his smile, and looked at Qin Jianfu who was slowly approaching.

Face as usual.

The distance between the two Confucian scholars is only ten feet.

The old Confucian scholar, who could have flashed to the young Confucian scholar's side in an instant and took off his beautiful head, walked forward while hanging, walking slowly.

Just like when he was still the prime minister of the great Wei Dynasty before being seriously injured by someone's bereavement, he walked towards the Golden Temple early in the morning.

The old man gradually approached the bloody circle in the center of the hall.

As if being reminded of painful memories again, the disfigured old Confucian scholar's face turned red, and he stared and gritted his teeth, very frightening, like a prehistoric beast that lost its cub.

He stopped walking slowly, strode forward, stretched out a dry hand towards Zhao Rong.

It seems that in the next second, he will ignore the step forward and directly twist the head of the calm young Confucian scholar on the dragon coffin.

Zhao Rong remained motionless.

Holding one-third of the scabbard in his hand, he gently patted the lid of the dragon coffin below him with one end of the scabbard.

He quietly looked at Qin Jianfu who was oppressed.

In the heart lake, the purple-clothed sword spirit, who roughly guessed the sword master's intention, saw that the old beast outside ignored the bluffing tricks on the ground and was about to break into the blood-colored circle.

At the same time, a sense of powerlessness was born, thinking back then, for a small Golden Core Realm, a single hair could kill it, but now...

The moment Jian Ling sighed and closed his eyes, the murderous old Confucian figure stopped suddenly.

Paused.

Like a nail, it was firmly nailed to the edge of the blood circle by the hammer!

His toes were only a centimeter away from the bloodstains that were drawn crookedly by someone.

Qin Jianfu's rushing momentum almost stopped the car instantly.

Similarly, his previous angry expression also suddenly subsided.

Instead, he revealed a calm and indifferent expression.

It turned out that they were all pretended.

This disfigured old Confucian scholar is also bluffing the one-armed young Confucian scholar.

An old fox, a little fox.

Beside a certain heart lake, the sword spirit in purple opened his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the color of the heart lake next to him.

There are indeed nervous colors belonging to the owner of Heart Lake.

However, more than that, it is a large area of ​​bright colors that are unique to calm and focused thinking.

In the main hall, Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged, holding his scabbard horizontally, still looking directly at Qin Jianfu.

As if he was just watching a boring acrobatics, he didn't even laugh.

Just sitting on the dragon coffin, watching the old man quietly.

Qin Jianfu stopped outside the circle, carefully watching the expression and eyes of the young Confucian scholar.

I want to see even a trace of timidity, panic or conspiracy.

However...it still failed.

From now until now, from the beginning to the end, Zhao Rong's eyes have been looking at him calmly.

Zhao Rong didn't even take a look at the blood circle on the ground and another strange pattern inside the blood circle.

This is also the reason why Qin Jianfu chose to stop outside the bloody circle at this time.

He has sacrificed and endured so much, and he has finally come to this point. He is about to complete his final revenge, and he can enjoy and savor Zhao Rong's pain before his death.

So be careful, don't gamble and underestimate carelessness...

at this time.

In the underground palace hall where autumn wind and autumn air leaked from the dragon coffin.

Outside the outline of the blood circle surrounding the central dragon coffin.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar took a step in place, then looked down at his feet.

Qin Jianfu stood still for a while, then slowly walked around the bloody circle on the ground.

He circled around Zhao Rong twice.

During this period, the old Confucian scholar also went to look at the candles in the southeast corner of the hall from time to time.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhao Rong's gaze remained the same, following Qin Jianfu's figure calmly the whole time, like a curious baby, wanting to see what the old man would do next.

The young Confucian scholar didn't seem to know that he was trapped and in a desperate situation at this time.

In the lake of his heart, Gui, who was dressed in purple, was also infected by the calm emotions of some sword masters, and his suspended heart relaxed slightly.

In fact, it had roughly guessed some of Zhao Rong's thoughts before.

The reason why he used the blood-stained scabbard to draw blood circles and another weird pattern on the ground, and at the same time placed a gloomy candle in the southeast corner, was actually just playing empty tricks to scare Qin Jianfu and delay his steps.

However, Gui didn't know all the plans and ideas in Zhao Rong's mouth that "it is better to ask for help than to ask for oneself". Right now, is this just delaying time, waiting for rescue, or...is there any other way?

Could it be that he wants to block the footsteps of a golden core monk for a long time only by relying on these weird blood maps with false stretches on the ground?

The purple-clothed sword spirit couldn't help frowning.

By the way, that candle!There may be something strange, the turning point is hidden! ?
As if it suddenly remembered something, it hurriedly looked at the "ghost blowing lamp".

But at this moment!

Qin Jianfu, who walked seven steps slowly around the outline of the blood circle, suddenly turned his head and stopped.

He stared at Zhao Rong in the center of the blood circle.

asked suddenly.

"Do you think the old man dare not?"

Zhao Rong looked at him, but still didn't speak.

However this time.

In an instant, Qin Jianfu disappeared in place.

The figure of the old man suddenly appeared next to the candle in the southeast corner, and then disappeared again, returning to the place where he spoke a second ago.

Only this time.

There was an extra ordinary white candle in his hand.

The candle has been broken in half, and there is still a wax flame burning quietly on one half of it, and the wax oil is dripping.

Qin Jianfu looked down, then took a careful sniff.

then……

He smiled.

No strangeness or smell.

The old man turned around and strode into the blood circle.

Sure enough, he was safe and sound.

"Tips for carving insects."

Qin Jianfu sneered, and walked towards Zhao Rong, who kept his eyes down and said nothing, without stopping.

Between the two Confucian scholars, there is only one bloody hexagram left...

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ps: I’m back, here’s a short chapter first, ahem, let’s start updating~
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