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Chapter 54 Lost
Poet He saw this, his eyes were splitting, and he exclaimed: "He Lingjiang!"

He rushed towards Xuan Yang regardless of the sword behind him.

However, Xuan Yang's knife was extremely fast, and he couldn't bear to stop him, and the blade was already in front of the umbrella.

Poet He couldn't help but breathe, despair in his heart.

Seeing that the big knife was about to hit the umbrella surface, the big umbrella was suddenly lifted, shot out, and overturned the bronze mirror in the array.

"Bang!" With a bang, He Ling Jiang Hengjian, who was half-squatting under the umbrella, blocked Xuan Yang's path.

She pushed her hands hard to avoid the opponent's knife, then stretched out a leg and kicked at Xuan Yang.

Xuan Yang avoided sideways and slashed diagonally.

He Lingjiang raised his sword to block, and the soft sword in his hand flicked, and the tip of the sword came towards his chest.

Xuan Yang's eyes shrank, and he immediately let go of his strength and stepped back again and again.

After He Lingjiang forced him to retreat, he stretched out his hand to catch the swirling umbrella and threw it again, and the umbrella went straight behind Poet He.

Poet He only felt a few grunts coming from behind him, and the warm liquid was spilled from the top of his head. When he turned around, he saw that the men in black behind him had been strangled.

"What's the name of a ghost? Take good care of yourself." He Lingjiang said angrily at him, then took back the big umbrella and continued to stab Xuan Yang with his sword.

Poet He's heart warmed, and then he couldn't help but meditate: What the hell?I'm human, you're a ghost...

Xuan Yang originally thought that she was suppressed by the formation and sunlight, so she must be a turtle in the urn, but she suddenly burst out, knocking over most of the bronze mirrors in the formation, and chasing him with a sword.

He hurriedly retreated to the boulder, chanted the mantra, manipulated the mechanism in his hand, adjusted the direction of the only remaining bronze mirror in the formation, and continued to look at He Lingjiang.

However, this formation is no longer complete, and there are only a few scattered bronze mirrors that can reflect sunlight.

As the position of the feet changed, He Lingjiang kept changing the direction of the big umbrella in his hand, blocking all the corners of the light, and the few rays of sunlight that shone into the umbrella were also driven by her Zhen Yuan, and she resisted with gritted teeth.

In an instant, she jumped out of the formation.

Xuan Yang looked at the soft sword in front of him, and quickly raised the sword to move away, slightly rotated his feet, and opened the distance from He Lingjiang.

He understood that the man in front of him had a sword-wielding means of killing people, and he was beyond his reach.

His heart sank, he raised his knife and slashed at He Lingjiang, his broad sleeves moved with the wind, and several talismans shot away.

He Lingjiang's eyes narrowed slightly: Comparing mystic arts with her?
She turned her back and lowered her waist, avoiding the talisman, and then lifted her right foot and kicked away Xuan Yang's knife-wielding wrist. The soft sword in her hand was also pulled into a sword flower by her, and then she swung it and stabbed straight towards Xuan Yang's face. .

Xuan Yang's eyes tightened, and he was forced to retreat again and again by this murderous sword.

He Lingjiang was standing upright at this time, holding an umbrella in one hand, pinching a tactic in the other, and quickly sketched a complicated golden talisman in the void. With a flip of his palm, he pushed forward violently, and the talisman charged with a thunderous momentum. Xuanyang left.

Xuan Yang had just avoided the sword, but suddenly felt a pressure coming towards him, his whole body involuntarily flew up and hit the boulder behind him, and then fell to the ground and raised a piece of dust on the ground.

"Wow!" Xuan Yang, who was lying on the ground, could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

When he returned to his senses, He Lingjiang was standing in front of him with his sword pointed at his face.

Xuan Yang smiled miserably, revealing his blood-stained teeth: "It's me who lost."

He Lingjiang looked at him, his eyes light: "You will naturally lose, at least, the person who can beat me will not be you."

Xuan Yang coughed up the blood in his throat, and said: "I underestimated you, I never expected you to have such means. Xuanmen Five Arts Eight Branches Seventy-two Temples, where did you come from?"

He Lingjiang shook his head, and said: "You have to come from these 72 temples to be regarded as orthodox? There are not a few people who practice mystical arts in the world, and there are not uncommon masters in the countryside. Today's Taoism only regards itself as orthodox. It’s too self-important.”

Xuan Yang's eyes were shocked: "You are not a person who observes the 72 palaces of Taoism?"

Among the 72 temples of Taoism, Taiqing Temple is the most respected, and it is the head of Taoism, ruling the whole Taoism.

Taiqing Temple has lasted for nearly 400 years since it was built. Even he has to admit that this Taiqing Temple is indeed a place where talents come forth in large numbers.

The person in front of him with such means, if he didn't have the weakness of not being able to bask in the sun, most of the people in the palace or the palace would be hard to beat.

Listening to her words, he was not too old. He thought he was a fallen genius disciple of Xuanmen, maybe even from the direct line of Taiqing Guan, but it was never publicized.

He didn't know when such talents appeared in the countryside.

Xuanyang is still puzzled: "You are a ghost, although you are in the body of He Qi Niangzi, but you are still afraid of sunlight, just like ghosts. Today I set up an array to gather sunlight, obviously suppressing you, why did you suddenly burst out? Can you break my formation?"

He looked at the man in front of him, his skin was covered with black cloth, and he was standing with a big umbrella in his hand, but he didn't look like he was afraid of the sun just now.

"This..." He Lingjiang Youyou sighed.

This is thanks to the soul bead that Qianniang gave her. When the scorching sun burned her body, she mobilized all the real energy and cast a spell to let the soul bead resist for her for a while, so she had to break through the formation set by Xuanyang. .

It's a pity that the soul bead, which Qianniang has been raising for fifteen years, has been lost to heaven and earth by her.

She looked at Xuan Yang: "This...you should think about it yourself."

Xuanyang thought she was going to solve her confusion, but she never got such an answer. Itching in her throat, she couldn't help coughing up another mouthful of blood.

He Lingjiang lowered his eyelashes and glanced at him lightly: "You have asked so many questions, it is time for me to ask you."

She leaned down, stared at Xuan Yang and said, "I just want to ask you, what's the use of you after you conspired with Lord He Erlang to get the bronze medal passed down by the He's Patriarch?"

Xuan Yang opened his bloody mouth and smiled at her, his eyes full of malice: "Guess."

As long as he doesn't say it, there will always be such a hidden danger in the He family, which will keep the He family in peace.

He laughed loudly, and was about to bite the poison sac in his teeth and commit suicide.

Unexpectedly, He Lingjiang's movements were faster than him, a bloodstain ran across his neck, and bright blood droplets splashed into the dust on the soft sword in He Lingjiang's hand.

Xuan Yang's eyes widened, and he could not speak with a "hoho" in his throat, and blood gushed out from his neck.

He Lingjiang lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Since you don't say anything about death, I'll give you a ride."

"I'm this person... The most annoying thing is that the person I caught has to act in front of me by taking poison and committing suicide. I'm so angry that I can't breathe, and I'm full of depression. It's better, I'll take you on your way in person. Happy to come."

For a person like Xuan Yang who is proficient in mystic arts, since he has the will to die, he cannot ask for a confession through torture.

This sword was not too deep, and the blood would have to flow for a long time before dying.

He Lingjiang lowered his head and watched as the blood on Xuanyang's neck gradually stained the shirt on his chest, the blood was smeared one by one, and he gradually lost his breath.

"You gave He Qi Niangzi a sword, and now, I will return your sword for her."

(End of this chapter)