My imagination has come true

Chapter 239
Situ Qingshuang: "..."

"The disciples of the Yuncheng Martial Arts School are truly imposing."

"The convoy is commanded like an arm, and everyone orders and prohibits. When they act, they are like everyone. It's amazing."

After blowing for a while, everyone fell silent and looked at each other with helplessness.

"But, but they ran away!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

All the disciples of Hui Jian Sect were going crazy.

"That's Yue Nvxia, the best friend of the Young Clan Master."

How could she run away!
Situ Qingshuang was silent for a while, gently pressed the center of her brows, looked back and smiled, and was writing vigorously with a pen. Lou Ying, who was writing something messy, said helplessly: "In the next day and a half, It will be a fierce battle, why don't you avoid it first? It's not too late to remember after the fight."

All the disciples winked at each other, and there was a little weirdness on their faces.

Their Young Sect Master has a really good temper recently.

He didn't feel annoyed at all when Yue Nvxia just walked away without saying a word.

Over there, Xiao Xing was open-mouthed and spit out twice, and the sect master gave him a dead fish eye.

cough cough.

The historian's gold-lettered pen is not even in shape at all, and it almost takes up all the things that the young sect master hates the most, but the young sect master just turned a blind eye to it, and he talked with his words, and was very kind.

As early as yesterday, they thought that the young sect master would definitely drag this young historian and throw him down the mountain.

As a result, under such a difficult environment, the young master of his family not only feeds and feeds a nasty ghost, but also takes extra care of his safety.

Situ Qingshuang: Hey, once this guy dies, all the words he wrote will have to be archived, and it will be impossible to delete the section about his own master. Burn all the data to ashes.

No need to think too much, of course Louying can't die.

Situ Qingshuang waved his hand: "Check the weapon to see how many spider silks are left, and prepare all the arrow branches. Once the spider threads are all broken, even if you go up to fight melee, this thing is not allowed to leave the swamp for half a step."

It was also a coincidence that they discovered that this swamp could limit the speed of the fish. Once it left, the consequences would be disastrous.

"You don't have to worry."

Situ Qingshuang showed a relaxed smile on his always indifferent face, "We can fight in a day and a half."

What a tough battle.

This fish is invulnerable and elusive, and this battle has almost no end in sight.

In fact, what is really scary is not this fish or this monster, but the monsters all over the world that are inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

Although the crown prince is wise and powerful, he built and killed the declining army to drive out the monsters in the world, set up forbidden areas, and cast treasures and artifacts to town them, the people have had a stable life for more than ten years.

But right now it is obvious that there is something wrong with the restricted area, and the monsters reappeared, and their eyes were all in darkness. They don’t know if this time, the monsters will spread all over the Ming Kingdom again, and once again, everyone will be disturbed, and the wives and children of the people will be scattered. , the family is broken?

This seems to be a war with no victory in sight.

Everyone is not afraid of desperate, only worried about their own lives, it is still useless, let them die in vain.

With all kinds of thoughts in his mind, what he could do was to sleep with one eye open, staring at the swamp.

If you can't keep track of one, then you don't have to think about whether the people have a future, not even now.

Time passed minute by minute.

The disciples of Hui Jian Sect forced this 'monster' back into the swamp countless times, and even Lou Ying, who was only first-class in lightness kung fu, was forced to draw his sword.

"The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong men are gone—"

boom!
Situ Qingshuang knocked out Lou Ying's point with a scabbard, so sorry, looked up into the distance, his eyes were clear: "Reinforcements are here."

The disciples who were sitting or lying on the ground didn't even have the strength to lift their eyelids.

Reinforcement?

Ha ha.

How many times did they persuade him, but the young sect master refused to send someone out to ask for help, where would there be reinforcements?

The little bastards of the historians, seeing how miserable they were, were still indifferent to each of them, and it was fine if they refused to take the initiative to call for reinforcements. The disciples of the Moon Palace arrived in the morning and asked them to send them away.

How do you say it?

"Yuncheng Yuenu Xia has an order to lead the disciples of the Moon Palace to Yu County, hurry up."

In a word, the hundreds of disciples in the Moon Palace didn't even stop, and with a swish, they disappeared.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as if something was pressed against their cheeks, and their scalps rolled into the swamp.

In just a few breaths, the swamp surged, and countless red vines rose from the ground.

Originally it was a strip of thin vines, but when it grows, it becomes entangled in one place, covering the sky and the sun, and the leaves become more and more dense.

But it was only for a moment, the leaves withered and the branches fell to the ground.

Situ Qingshuang stood up and walked to the side of the cliff to have a look.

On the side of the mountain road not far from them, the carriage was speeding, and Mu Qingyun lifted the curtain of the car and shouted: "Keep an eye on it!"

Before the words fell, there was a thumping sound from the swamp, and the big fish flew into the air like crazy, and there were wounds all over its body, and vines grew out of it.

Even though the wound was torn open, the big fish spread its wings on its back and flew upwards at high speed in the wind.

All the disciples felt the pressure on the spider webs in their hands doubled, and all of them used the heavy weight pendant together, all of them showed blue veins on their faces, and tried their best to tighten the spider webs to catch the fish, but they still watched helplessly. The fish struggled to break free, and finally got out of the spider web.

The disciples of Huijianmen suddenly changed their expressions in shock, and just as the exclamation reached their lips, they saw Mu Qingyun's carriage reached the top of the mountain, and with a roar, more than a hundred people suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain in all directions, and arrows rained down one after another.

"It's useless."

All the disciples sighed.

Sure enough, those arrows hit the target, but they seemed to miss it, as if they had shot into the water.

It can't be said that it doesn't work at all, at least it hinders the 'fish''s actions, but it can't kill it.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. The time seemed to be very long, but in real terms, it was only a moment.

Just when everyone was a little disappointed, the vines on 'Fish' burst out instantly.

Numerous vines wrapped the fish's dark flesh and came out, some into the surrounding mountains, and some into the swamp below. Since the vines came out, the fish struggled more and more crazily.

Everyone's hearts were pounding wildly.

Mu Qingyun got out of the car, looked at the sky, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, it's done."

Following her words, the whole body of the fish shattered with a bang, and in an instant it was wrapped in a large group of vines and disappeared without a trace.

Mu Qingyun looked solemn, counted the time silently, glanced at the two senior sisters, and the two senior sisters around him immediately raised the colored flags.

The colorful flags fluttered with the wind, three times up and down three times, and a group of warriors suddenly emerged from the top of the mountain.

The warriors carried several wooden barrels on their shoulders, and poured the fire oil in the wooden barrels onto the large group of vines that were still growing with their teeth and claws.

Boom.

As the fire folder in Mu Qingyun's hand fell, in the blink of an eye, the air billowed over the swamp, and the entire valley was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

(End of this chapter)