i have a sword fairy

Chapter 536 The autumn air is so strong today, it is appropriate to kill someone (end)
"Ahhhh-!!!"

A suppressed and forbearable tragic roar suddenly resounded, resounding through the entire hall, and passed into the square tomb passage.

Even the atmosphere among a certain group of women in the distant apse that was blocked by the passage of the tomb froze.

At this moment, the scorching candle flame had left Qin Jianfu's two fingers, and spread across Zhao Rong's upper body, burning to his heart's content.

It was like a fiery snake sticking to his body, coiling around the one-armed Confucian scholar above his chest.

Neck, face, scalp, hair scarf...

Every hair is ashes, every piece of cloth is smoked.

Every inch of skin was scorched and wrinkled, every piece of flesh was carbonized.

They seem to be licked one by one by this 'Fire Snake'. The thousands of barbs on this tongue scrape off the scorched flesh mercilessly, and then roll them into the stomach, and continue after tasting the delicious food. lick.

In the flames, don't waste the slightest residue of the one-armed Confucian scholar...

The scabbard in Zhao Rong's hand had already fallen from the coffin, and his left hand firmly pressed the face that was being burned, crying in pain, and fell off the dragon coffin.

Even if he is a martial artist in the Fuyao realm with a body of a different kind of dragon, his body is far from being indestructible enough to be indestructible.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's body curled up desperately like a soft-footed shrimp, and fell sideways on the ground in pain, rolling desperately left and right, trying to extinguish the flames that devoured the flesh and blood on his body.

However to no avail.

The young Confucian scholar, who was engulfed by the fiercer flames, covered his face with his only left hand, his head was raised high for a while, and then buried firmly for a while.

Struggling desperately, excruciating pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

At this moment, he was like a large piece of raw meat, pressed firmly by the kitchen shovel on the charcoal-grilled iron plate, gradually being fried, and the smell of meat began to permeate.

He was also "lean" in a cloud of carbon black.

However, the price is that the upper body is completely burned, just like a disfigured old Confucian scholar, neither human nor ghost.

Qin Jianfu stood quietly half a step away from the bloody hexagram.

A gray halo was slowly emerging from the gray cigarette bag in his hand, covering his crooked body for protection.

Qin Jianfu didn't need to step into the bloody hexagram, he could control the candle flame to enter.

Even apart from this, Qin Jianfu has several other techniques that can "go in" to force Zhao Rong out,
Do you really think that if you hide inside, he will be helpless?
I didn't expect to be tempted out by him after only one use, huh.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar didn't look at Zhao Rong who was living on the ground in front of him.

He lowered his head and quietly stared at the small cotton wick left between his two fingers.

It has lost the candle flame, most of it is charred black, and only some intact white cotton threads remain.

But...but it can no longer be restored.

The old man who lost his son and lost his family whispered to the scorched cotton core: "For Confucianism...for minister...for father, I may be sorry for the Confucianism, the sages, the king and the people, but..."

"As a father, I must be worthy of you."

In the grand hall where someone was burning silently, the old man's back was bent and bleak.

He slowly raised his head and flicked the wick off his hand.

At the same time, he glanced at the gray cigarette pouch in his hand, and some dazzling light was coming out of the pouch.

Still trying to locate and save lives?Heh, the tricks and techniques are really good. If I were to face him, the old man would definitely have to run away, but now that we are so far away and have this powerful treasure... Hmph, I don't know why this little bastard has so many powerful monks protecting his way...

The old man sneered repeatedly in his heart, squeezed his other hand, and pointed towards the gray cigarette bag that contained a lot of things today.

Suddenly, there was a gray halo around the cigarette bag, and the mouth of the bag was tightly closed again.

Certain movements were suppressed immediately.

And at this moment, in front of the dragon coffin, apart from the screams of pain, there was also the crackling sound of meat roasting from time to time in the silently dancing and burning "candle flame".

Soon, there was a very strong smell of meat wafting in the hall where the air was difficult to circulate. The smell of cooked meat seemed to be mixed with some seasoning spices, making the smell of meat even more delicious.

Qin Jianfu closed his eyes, raised his head lightly, and took a deep breath.

At the same time, he was still listening carefully to those wonderful "sounds" by his ears.

This is the correct way to open revenge.

The taste is delicious and addictive.

Today, after tossing and tossing for so long, he finally enjoyed it.

at this time.

It may be that there is more autumn air leaking from the dragon coffin, or it may be that a certain old man who is vengeful does not want someone to die too soon.

It may also be that someone's body has been blackened and there is not much flesh and blood to offer the fragrance of meat.

The scorching flames on Zhao Rong's body swayed violently for a while, then gradually became smaller, and finally extinguished slowly.

He rolled on the ground, gritted his teeth and puffed his cheeks like a wild animal, holding back his voice.

Although the flames were extinguished, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and made people gnash their teeth was still like a gangrene.

Zhao Rong's face was blurred, most of his teeth were burnt black, and the hand covering his face seemed to have stuck to his face, the flesh and blood melted and froze together.

Earlier, because of kicking in pain, he kicked the dragon coffin next to him a few times, causing half of his body to go beyond the bloody hexagram, and the scabbard was also squeezed out of the hexagram.

Even because of this, the blood line of the six-pointed star was blurred a bit.

All of these all declare that the strange pattern on the ground in the center of the hall is superficial and useless.

The empty city plan was completely declared bankrupt.

Qin Jianfu opened his eyes and glanced at his 'masterpiece' on the ground.

The one-armed Confucian scholar covered his face with one hand, struggling and twisting his body, moaning in pain.

Holding the gray cigarette pouch in his hand, the old man calmly raised his foot, stepped over the blood-colored hexagram, walked to Zhao Rong's side, raised one foot, and stepped on the latter's black charcoal-like forehead with a 'bang' sound.

He bent down slightly, calmly closed his eyes, and looked down at the disfigured young Confucian scholar:

"You look like this, even if you are let go, will those beauties who are worried about you accept it after seeing it? Heh..."

The corners of the disfigured old Confucian scholar's mouth curled up.

The skin laughs and the flesh also laughs.

"Now, we are all bereaved dogs."

On the ground, the pitch-black man was trampled on the head by the old man, his burnt black teeth clenched tightly.

He swallowed hard the moan that overflowed from his throat, and his lips were so burned that he couldn't tell, but at this moment he trembled.

It seems to be saying something.

The whispering Zhao Rong rested his elbows on the ground, trying to raise his head vigorously, but was trampled on by the disfigured old scholar.

He couldn't move his head at all, his eyes drooped a little bit with black blood, like two dim and dry stars.

Qin Jianfu looked down at this ugly man from a high position.

The foot is changed from stepping on to picking.

The old man raised his chin with his toes, then lowered his head, calmly looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar 'face' below.

Well, or rather, it was already a lump of flesh and blood, and the hand that covered his face before was stuck in it.

On the face of the one-armed Confucian scholar, only a pair of dim star-like eyes remained, which were covered with bloodshot eyes.

Eyelids drooped like two thin sheets of coal.

At this time, his chin was lifted by one foot, but he looked up at the ceiling of the main hall studded with night pearls, and did not look at the old man looking down from above.

The one-armed Confucian scholar looked up at the sky and murmured.

Qin Jianfu tilted his head, as if he wanted to strain his ears to hear what he was saying.

The one-armed Confucian scholar whispered another monosyllabic word, and then silently tore off the 'hand on the face'. On the palm, black, red, and white blurred together, and the five fingers in it trembled and closed into a fist. rise.

Slowly hit Qin Jianfu's face.

The smile on the old man's face disappeared.

Expecting someone to beg for mercy before dying, he nodded.

Then the dry hand grabbed the ridiculously slow fist, and flipped Zhao Rong's middle finger casually.

Totally broken.

The severed finger was attached to the skin and drooped on the back of the hand.

He can no longer make a fist.

Beside a certain heart lake, there was a purple-clothed sword spirit sitting beside the lake with his knees in disregard of his appearance. It did not look at the tragic scene outside, but frowned in bewilderment and silently, staring at someone's heart lake.

On the surface of the heart lake, fighting against the color of painful death is still the "calm color" that makes the purple-clothed sword spirit feel beautiful.

It suddenly felt that even though it was very likely that it would die soon with this scumbag sword master who ignored it, it didn't seem too bad to be able to see such a beautiful and interesting heart lake before dying.

The purple-clothed sword spirit stretched out a finger, as if brushing a strand of hair on the side of his temples, then his eyes drooped, and slowly landed on a dark blue glazed dragon carp under the water surface of the heart lake. It looked curiously. Looking at the dragon carp circling above a certain cordon...

In the main hall, the lips of a certain disfigured one-armed scholar quivered, as if he had spit out another monosyllabic word.

Qin Jianfu seemed to hear a little more clearly this time, he raised his eyelids, and in the next second, there was a solid "bang", Zhao Rong flew upside down, rolled several times, and was caught by a person in the southeast corner of the hall. Only a three-legged tripod blocks the castration.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar who kicked away the one-armed Confucian scholar slightly frowned and looked around.

"Eight?"

The monosyllabic word that this dying one-armed scholar just murmured seemed to be 'eight'.

This is at……

Qin Jianfu's eagle-like cloudy eyes swept across the empty hall, but before he had time to be vigilant, a beautiful and melodious singing sounded in the hall.

Or.

It just came from his ear alone.

Today, the old man who returned to Jindan Realm heard the whale song.

"……ninety."

In the main hall, there was a Confucian scholar in Fuyao who had already heard the singing, but this time, Qin Jianfu had no time to hear it.

He suddenly lowered his head, opened his eyes and looked at his hands, and found that his aura had completely disappeared with a horrified face!
The fourth-grade golden elixir that continuously provided him with surging and powerful spiritual power was like a landlubber that was strangled by its neck, and could no longer call out that loud voice, suffocating.

It was Whale Song Amber, which Qian'er handily gave Zhao Rong the North Sea Miracle Fragrance for self-defense on a night when he stayed up late to make up classes in Dali Hanjing.
Beside a certain heart lake, the purple-clothed sword spirit who was embracing his knees suddenly stood up, face!It's the face!It turned out that Zhao Rong was drowsy before and tried his best to hold on!It turned out that he had smeared the Whale Song Amber on his face in advance!Then deliberately provoked Qin Jianfu, overtly and secretly guided the old man to "treat him in the same way" and disfigured him with flames!Then the whale song amber with blood on his face was ignited, and along with the smell of Zhao Rong's roasted meat, Qin Jianfu inhaled it into his nose under the most unexpected circumstances...

Rao Guigui couldn't help feeling excited at this moment, but at this moment, in his peripheral vision, the figure of the black and glazed dragon carp hovering around the cordon had disappeared...

In the sealed underground palace hall, the atmosphere was dead silent.

The old man who 'extinguished' the golden core was terrified for a moment, and seemed to have noticed some movement again. He looked up suddenly like a frightened bird.

In the field of vision, the figure who had collapsed in the southeast corner slowly stood up.

"Er... what did you do!? What song is this! Who is singing!?" Qin Jianfu was furious, looking around.

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar who was lying on the ground moaning in pain seemed to be suddenly replaced by a different person.

His originally weak and endangered expression gradually subsided, and he stopped pretending.

He lowered his head, supported the three-legged tripod next to him, and slowly stood up.

The pitch-black man lowered his head and looked calmly at his left hand.

He only has four fingers left.

In the depths of the heart lake, a dragon carp resolutely entered the abyss, and was immediately swallowed by an excited evil dragon carp.

then.

The evil dragon turned into a dragon, and the demonic flames soared to the sky. He immediately turned his head and devoured the other evil dragons watching!

Eat one at a time.

The group of Jiao fled in fear.

A killing that even the most vicious things in Xinhu trembled and frightened officially began.

Inside the hall, a one-armed Confucian scholar raised his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Has his meaty aroma.

"What are you going to do? Court death! Dare you!!"

An old man sensed something keenly with his five senses, his heart trembled, and he yelled angrily at the one-armed Confucian scholar who was standing still, panicking.

However, under his feet.

But it took a step back... two steps... three steps...

The one-armed scholar suddenly opened his eyes.

This is a pair of blood eyes.

The blood-eyed Confucian raised his left hand, put it to his mouth, and gently bit off the broken middle finger on his left hand.

Finally, the bloody four fingers were able to make a fist again.

Feel.

He felt the power between the "four-fingered fist".

It's an entry-level martial artist.

He has... nine breaths.

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar took a ten-foot step and came to Qin Jianfu in an instant. He punched the door directly in the face. The old man flew upside down. With a loud bang, he hit the icy dragon coffin and fell heavily again.

The cigarette bag in his hand also fell to the ground beside him.

Qin Jianfu's nose and mouth were bleeding profusely, a mouthful of old blood spewed out, his bent body was bent and contracted like a shrimp, and at the same time he was coughing crazily,
The blood-eyed Confucian scholar with the physique of a terrifying and alien dragon stepped forward in one step, and in an instant came to the old man whose physical body was only a little stronger than that of the Fuyao Realm after losing his aura.

From the dragon coffin behind the latter, there was still autumn air slowly leaking out.

In the silent hall, the autumn air is rustling today.

It is suitable to kill people.

"Er...er!" The disfigured old Confucian scholar's mouth was covered with blood, he raised his head angrily, but he met a pair of bloody eyes.

In front of the dragon coffin, two Confucian scholars stood side by side.

This time the positions are reversed!
After testing Qin Jianfu's physique with a three-point blow, the blood-eyed Confucian scholar was neither arrogant nor impetuous.

He did not delay for a moment.

Bend your knees, turn sideways, and pack your fists.

This second punch did not hold back at all, and with all its strength, it slammed down on the old man on the ground!
After a burst of sound.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Under the dragon coffin, there was a dull voice.

There was no cracking sound.

Zhao Rong's punch seemed to be hitting cotton candy, but the strength was canceled out!

There are changes on the field.

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar retracted his fists and stared at it. It turned out to be the gray cigarette pouch beside Qin Jianfu, in which strange gray halos emerged continuously, surrounding and protecting him.

Received the blow just now.

"It happened!"

Gui exclaimed, "This thing has a spirit. Although the master lost his aura and couldn't move it, his spirituality sensed the danger on his own and protected his body spontaneously! This thing...is not simple!!"

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar who was counting down silently in his heart remained silent, and continued to punch with all his strength!
"boom!"

"Boom!"

It still seemed to be trapped in a cotton ball.

The weird halo from the gray cigarette bag protected Qin Jianfu who was staring in surprise, and after being punched twice, he showed no sign of weakness at all!

"Four...five..." The blood-eyed Confucian scholar bent his knees and raised his fist mechanically, and punched away again.

Seeing this futile scene of despair, Gui fell silent.

Sure enough, killing an old Jindan-level monster across the three realms was even more difficult than reaching the sky. Any small accident would mean that everything would be lost.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Qin Jianfu laughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and coughed violently, "Cough cough cough cough... Hahahahaha..."

"You're looking for death, you're looking for death, you're useless! So what if you can figure this old man out!? Any magic weapon on this old man can make you helpless! So what about the physique of a mere ninth-rank martial artist? Ants are ants!"

The old man laughed very heartily, this was the most heartily he had ever laughed tonight!
He just wanted this kind of script that "gives the other party hope and then makes the other party completely despair"!God actually gave it to him!God is on his side too! ! !
The blood-eyed Confucian scholar didn't seem to hear, his eyes didn't blink, his lips were tightly pressed, and he continued to gather strength to punch.

The gray cigarette pouch lying on the ground still emits gray halos continuously.

Qin Jianfu stood up, sat under the dragon coffin, leaned against the wall of the dragon coffin, laughed and coughed and stretched out his hand, tremblingly touched the Sumeru, as if he wanted to take out some other magic weapons.

However, this hand was withdrawn halfway.

Because right now he doesn't have the aura to open Sumeru.

But Qin Jianfu was in no hurry.

His old face was smiling like a flower, and he looked at Zhao Rong who was close at hand and punched silently.

"Hahaha, how do you feel? How do you feel, you little beast? Say something! Endure calculations all afternoon, but in the end, I couldn't even touch a single hair of the old man. Hahahahahahaha, trash! When the old man regains his aura, At once……"

And at this moment, the mouth of the gray cigarette pouch suddenly became haloed!
It seems that something is about to break out of the gray cigarette bag and break through the blockade!

The mysterious gray pipe of unknown origin trembled!
All of a sudden, all the gray halo surrounding Qin Jianfu's body suddenly retracted and flowed into the pocket again, holding onto the pocket that was about to be burst by some force!
This scene is like a stream flowing backwards.

And in an instant, the crisis situation in front of the dragon coffin was reversed again!

"Ho... ho... no... don't..." Qin Jianfu stared blankly at the gray cigarette bag, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly, like an old duck being strangled by the neck.

"Six...seven..." The blood-eyed Confucian scholar who raised his fist silently was muttering calmly.

The air in the hall was a little quiet at this moment.

The old man's neck stiffened and he turned around.

The blood-eyed Confucian raised four fingers and silently clenched his fist.

Accumulate power... Boom!
One punch pierced Qin Jianfu's dantian.

With a twist of the wrist, a fiery golden pill was dug out and thrown away.

"Eight."

Another punch, piercing through the chest.

Detonate a fresh beating heart directly, and the blood is soaring everywhere!

Like a blooming red flower.

"Nine."

Another punch hit Qin Jianfu's sluggish face, smashing his entire head.

Red, white, and green splashed in all directions, as if there was a bright and colorful canvas on the floor.

Qin Jianfu, dead.

At the same time, the Nine Breaths have arrived.

By the heart lake, the silent purple-clothed sword spirit suddenly got up, stretched out his hand to grab, and captured the projection of a certain sword from a certain soul of Zhao Rong.

It has been an unknown number of years since returning home, and finally he handed out a sword.

In the depths of the abyss of heart that had become a bloody purgatory, the bloody dragon that had swallowed the ninth evil dragon and was about to transform out of control had its head cut off.

There are dragons falling.

From the corpse of the demon dragon, a weak and evil dragon and a "black blue glass color" with an extremely dim color came out and separated...

The former fled into the abyss again, while the latter drifted through the cordon, rose back to the lake, and turned into a carp...

In the main hall of the underground palace, someone stood on Qin Jianfu's body, and finally spoke hoarsely:
"It seems... you are not very good at 'being a father'."

Zhao Rong nodded.

At this moment, his body was on the verge of falling, and his eyelids drooped uncontrollably.

He gently stretched out his hand with only four fingers left, and gently untied the mouth of the gray cigarette bag that had lost its owner from the outside.

Something is let out.

It's just that someone couldn't see it.

Beside the tall dragon's coffin, a burnt and incomparably pitch-black broken figure fell towards a certain direction in the hall.

The hall returned to a dead silence.

It's as if the things that just happened never existed.

Only the mess around the dragon coffin in this hall, the horrific and tragic traces, silently tell the possible visitors...

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PS: [-] words, originally a [-]-word chapter, add another [-] words for good brothers!
　I fell down while riding an electric scooter today. . .it hurts.

　　
　
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