That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 46
Just as the prison blood guards left, the King of Wheels, who was sitting next to Lu Chen, also disappeared.

Gongsun Zhongmou, who was ten miles away, suddenly stopped and pressed Xuanming on his waist.

A moment later, a blood-colored thunder stormed into the arena, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, using his body as a weapon to directly hit Gongsun Zhongmou.

Gongsun Zhongmou was neither in a hurry nor impatient, Xuan Ming never took out of the sheath in his hand, and repelled the bloody thunder light with an understatement of the sword.

It wasn't until this moment that Xu Beiyou saw the true face of this bloody color. It was a burly figure eight feet tall, covered in bloody armor, impenetrable, and exuding a strong blood energy all over his body. The Yin soldiers on the ancient battlefield are somewhat similar. Although the strength of the two is very different, one is a cannon fodder pawn, and the other is an enemy of thousands of people on the battlefield, but there is not much difference at all. They are all in a strange state of half-dead and half-alive.

Zhiyun looked nervous, and whispered to Xu Beiyou: "I once heard from Master that there are twelve prison blood guards in the Dark Guard Mansion, all of them are invulnerable to swords and guns, invulnerable to water and fire, and ordinary people in the realm of immortality are no match at all. .”

Sure enough, although Gongsun Zhongmou's sword repelled the blood guards of the prison, he himself did not suffer any substantial damage, and his blood was still surging to the sky, which made people look pale.

Xu Beiyou stared at the prison blood guard with wide eyes, and asked, "Master, what exactly is this prison blood guard?"

In Gongsun Zhongmou's hand, Xuanming pointed slightly slantedly, and said indifferently: "This thing is called the Blood Guard of the Prison? It's a good name. Back then we all called it the Blood Armor Man. It was originally created by Xiao Lie and given to his youngest son Xiao Jin. It's not very useful, and it can barely be used as a guard. Later, Xiao Jin and Ming Chen improved it together, adding 36 Daoist heavenly characters and seal scripts. Going in, it took a lot of manpower and material resources, and in the end, only twelve blood armored men were made.

Xu Beiyou sighed in admiration: "With the financial resources of the imperial court, only twelve blood guards can be made. It seems that this thing is very expensive, and ten thousand gold will not be exchanged."

Gongsun Zhongmou shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not just ten thousand gold that won't be exchanged. Even if a worldly rich merchant is willing to offer one hundred thousand gold, he can't buy such a man in blood armor, and he dare not buy it. It involves all kinds of mysterious entanglements. If it is ordinary If someone comes to control this blood armor that has been soaked in the blood of thousands of people, he will die suddenly in less than seven days."

Xu Beiyou was shocked and remained silent.

Gongsun Zhongmou raised Xuanming in his hand, and suddenly said: "If you don't come out again, I will really destroy this prison blood guard and make you lose everything." A young Taoist appeared behind the prison blood guard , covered his mouth with his pale snow-white right hand, and coughed lightly, then pulled his sleeves and bowed his head to salute, "The Wheel-turning King of Town Demon Palace has met Mr. Gongsun."

Gongsun Zhongmou calmly said: "Runner King ranked tenth, are you here to ask this old man for a sword? Or are you following Chen Ye's order to chase and kill this old man?"

King Zhuanlun said softly: "The poor man came here not to be with Mr. Gongsun, but to beg for someone from Mr. Gongsun."

Gongsun Zhongmou remained calm and asked, "Who do you want?"

Zhuanlun King stretched out his pale index finger and pointed at Zhiyun beside Xu Beiyou, "She is a disciple of my Taoist sect and the only surviving person of Chonglong Temple. She should return to Dutian Peak with Pindao to meet the master teacher. State the matter of worshiping the Dragon Temple that day."

Seeing the runner dynasty looking at him, Zhiyun thought of the vicious prosecutor and the northern ghost emperor, his face turned pale, and he subconsciously hid behind Xu Beiyou.

"What if I don't hand him over?" Gongsun Zhongmou pierced Xuanming and the scabbard in his hand into the ground, and folded his hands on the head of the sword.

Regarding Gongsun Zhongmou's reply, Zhuanlun Wang was not surprised, and said with a forced smile: "Mr. Gongsun, why bother to make things difficult for a small person like me?"

"Little man?" Gongsun Zhongmou chuckled, "Then who is the big man?"

Zhuanlun Wang said in a deep voice: "Of course it is the master of the hall, the masters of the peak, and the real person in charge."

Gongsun Zhongmou calmly said: "Then let the big man come to me to ask for someone."

Zhuanlun Wang stared at Zhiyun, and said slowly: "Since Mr. Gongsun doesn't want to let the net go, then the poor have no choice but to..."

Before the words were finished, the blood guard who was still in the prison and prison moved again, punching Gongsun Zhongmou directly in the face.

Gongsun Zhongmou slashed his sword across his chest with a slight difference, the scabbard vibrated nine times in an instant, and blocked the punch nine times, his figure was unshakable, as towering as a mountain.

Xu Beiyou, who was on the sidelines, saw something, the fist of the prison blood guard actually had the taste of the Xiao family's fist, fierce and domineering, invincible.And what the master uses is the second sword, which uses softness to overcome rigidity, and the best is like water.

Then Xu Beiyou suddenly felt his neck go cold.

The moment the prison blood guard punched, the figure of Zhuanlun King also disappeared, but instead of attacking Gongsun Zhongmou, he came to Xu Beiyou's side in an instant, with cold fingers on his neck.

Xu Beiyou didn't have the slightest strength to resist, and the energy in his whole body froze completely at this moment.

King Zhuanlun covered his mouth with one hand and coughed lightly, while pressing Xu Beiyou with the other, he said softly, "Mr. Gongsun, how about changing one life for another?"

Gongsun Zhongmou turned a deaf ear, and took a step forward, but Xuan Ming still hadn't pulled out his sheath, and hit the prison blood guard's chest with the hilt of his backhand, knocking the indestructible giant body backwards continuously.

The sword may not be out of the sheath, the sword in the sheath can still overflow with sword energy.

The prison blood guard retreated more than a hundred feet before barely stopping, and then the armor on his chest exploded, and a cloud of sword energy surged wildly in it.

Gongsun Zhongmou's sword qi is so strong that he can run like thunder without the sword sheath.

The former head disciple of Jianzong, and now the suzerain of Jianzong, indeed lived up to the name of Jianzong.

The blood guards in the jail cost countless manpower and material resources, so naturally they are not so vulnerable.

The next moment, it stood up suddenly and began to sprint in an instant.The whole person is like an ancient ferocious beast, trampling on the ground to create a deep ravine nearly a hundred feet long, the aftermath even caused the surrounding ground to collapse to varying degrees, and the roaring sound converged into a roar, which was so fierce that it was a complete mess.

Gongsun Zhongmou held the scabbard with one hand, and held the sword horizontally in front of him. Xuanming let out a clear and Yue sword cry in the scabbard, as if meeting an opponent in chess, eager to try.

The Prison Blood Guard slammed into the horizontal scabbard, like a big wave crashing into an embankment.

Gongsun Zhongmou maintained the horizontal sword's movement, as motionless as a mountain.However, the blood guard of the prison was knocked back tens of feet by the force of the counter-shock, and his feet drew two deep marks on the ground again.

Gongsun Zhongmou had no expression on his face, he twirled the long sword in his hand and held the hilt tepidly.

Xuan Ming shook slightly in the sheath.

Sword Fourteen, Cang Lei Zhen.

The sword intent resonates, using the sky and the earth as the big drum, and the Qingfeng in your hand as the drumstick, the sound of the drum between the sky and the earth is the sound of thunder!

When Shangguan Xianchen first came out of the hut, he used this sword to fight Mr. Dongxing, the number one sword fairy in southern Xinjiang. He was shocked for [-] miles and [-] miles in a row. He defeated Mr. Dongxing and made the world know Shangguanxian for the first time. The name of dust.

The invisible thunder instantly penetrated the armor of the prison blood guard, oscillating back and forth in his body for five hundred miles.

Bursts of dull thunder resounded from within the Prison Blood Guard's body, and he staggered back. Cracks appeared on the armor, and black blood continued to flow out from the gap.

Gongsun Zhongmou took another step forward, one step at a time.

Xuan Ming finally clanged out of the sheath.

In an instant, the sword energy filled the air.

The coldness of his sword energy changed from three volts to three nines within a hundred feet.

Countless sword qi hit the armor of the prison blood guard continuously, making a series of sharp sounds.

After a while, the sword energy dissipated, and with it, the blood guard of the prison, flying ashes in pieces.

(End of this chapter)