Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 197 Seeing the Dark River in Muliang City

From the north to the west there is a city called "Muliang".

A one-armed man in a red robe walked into this isolated city, which the locals called forbidden.

"Om!!"

Suddenly a sword sounded, and a deep gully was left on the mottled city road, extending to the corner of the wall.

This sword is a warning, not to hurt people.

"I've seen the Sword Immortal!"

In the empty isolated city, the red-robed man cupped his fists and smiled hypocritically.

But it's a pity that the person who sits in this isolated city is not an ordinary person, but the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang. Since he came back from injury last time, he has become even less talkative.

So this red-robed man is doomed not to wait for an answer.

"Sword Immortal should already know about the Tang Sect!"

But the man in the red robe didn't care, but continued to speak.

"The Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen has gone down the mountain. The Sword Immortal should have known about this, but not long ago, he broke through and became the second Immortal Tourer in Qingcheng Mountain."

"He and Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi went to the Tang Sect and asked the Tang Sect for a sword. An ancestor of the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm in the Tang Sect broke his halberd into the sand and fell!"

At this moment, Muliang City moved.

This isolated city located in the northwest borderlands, is like a lion that has been sleeping for a long time. Hearing something, he suddenly opened his eyes and shook his mane.

An unidentifiable voice came from nowhere, and began to echo along the streets and alleys of this lonely city.

"roll!"

At the same time, the entire city instantly turned into a sword mound, and sword energy rose into the sky.

It was like a sharp sword, even though the sword energy was not really suppressed, it made the hairs stand on end, giving off an inexplicable tingling sensation.

The red-robed man's face froze, his long and narrow eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Gujianxian, you are really not afraid of that Taoist priest coming to your door, with his calculation method of Qingcheng Mountain, even if you hide in the ends of the world, you won't be able to escape!"

"Om!!"

Before he could finish his words, what answered him was a stream of sword energy as thick as a river. The sword energy was like a nine-day galaxy hanging upside down, rushing along the central street of Muliang City.

The red-robed man's expression changed.

He still remembered the last time he fought with Zhao Shouyi, Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal, was left with a serious injury, and was later forcibly awakened by that old guy Tang Xuance with a secret medicine, so he might not have the chance to travel in this life.

But right now, this sword energy is incomparably bright, three points more powerful than the opponent's strongest blow that day.

But he is not a cat or a dog after all, if he is just swept away by the sword of the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, it will be a joke.

Between breaths, a dark green aura enveloped him.

Facing the erosion of sword energy, he stretched out his single arm, and the gang energy swelled up, and finally propped up a shield of about three feet.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the sword energy had suddenly arrived. Although the sword energy hadn't broken through the defense, he was pushed back nearly ten feet by the sword energy.

Looking at the two lines of sliding footprints left by himself on the ground, the man in the red robe chuckled.

"Since Sword Immortal has no intention of cooperating with you, then I will leave!"

"Send a message to Sword Immortal, the last time that person showed up was in Wushuang City of the East China Sea! He was the one who created the vision of heaven and earth half a month ago!"

After saying this, the man turned around and left without stopping.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stay here for a while longer, but that the conditions didn't allow it, and the opponent's sword almost consumed nearly one-third of his internal strength.

Here, all he can do is defend, and defense is not attack. There will always be times when everything is secret, and Muliang City is Luo Qingyang's main battlefield. It is very unfavorable for him to fight here.

"underground river."

After a long time, on the wall on the other side of Muliang City, on the top floor of an attic, a bearded man slowly opened his eyes and whispered two words.

Beside him, there was a strange lotus flower with twelve petals, a very strange aura wandered in the room, and finally most of it flowed into the body of this slovenly man.

As he slowly breathed out a breath of cold air, accompanied by a mouthful of blackened blood, his gray hair turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it didn't change much, it did change.

"Thousand-year snow lotus is really a magical thing, but it's a pity that the effect is too slow, and the injury is too serious. It took two months for the injury to be slightly reversed."

That's right, this somewhat mystical lotus flower comes from Kunlun Mountains, a snow lotus that blooms amidst the ice and snow on that lofty mountain.

"Zhao Yuzhen, Zhao Shouyi, junior sister."

"wait for me."

I don't know what he was talking about, or what he wanted to express. He only said two names, a title, and two words, and then there was no sound.

Those vicissitudes of eyes closed again, and fell into dead silence, but I don't know if it was an illusion, but the aura emitted by that snow lotus seemed to be more intense.

Turning his gaze, the red-robed man didn't stop after he left Muliang City.

Galloped in the other direction.

"The Tang Sect is almost the same as the Mie Sect now, and Wushuang City probably won't touch that Taoist's brow again. At present, all the forces, except for the imperial palace, are the Sword Immortals of Wrath."

"What does that old ghost in the dark river mean?"

The reclining Buddha still sits and lies beside the ancient road, and the jackdaws still whine.

The scenery of the desert is still the same, but people have changed. Under the moonlight, beside the bonfire, Su Changhe sat cross-legged. It was not his original intention to come to see Gu Jianxian this time.

Instead, an old guy from the dark river came forward and asked him to visit the forces that made the attack that day, and also said that as long as three people can get together, they can fight Qingcheng Mountain.

To save face, he could even help him avenge him.

At first, he didn't believe it. Originally, he was in the dark river, and there was no one trustworthy around him, but later, that old guy used his strength to explain a truth to him.

That's why big fists really make sense.

That's why he traveled thousands of miles from the south of the Yangtze River to such a frontier place. Today, he made a probe, and he was somewhat sure that Luo Qingyang's situation was not as bad as he expected, on the contrary, it was better.

This trip by myself is not a waste of time.

Tang Sect was indeed one step too late. At that time, he could clearly see Zhao Shouyi's method of Yujian cutting Shenyou.

Such methods are no longer in his comprehension.

So it was considered a desperate situation, so he obediently turned to the northwest, and came to Muliang City.

People without thought, he must worry about.

Although Zhao Shouyi didn't bother Anhe at the moment, it doesn't mean he won't in the future. He had to figure out in advance, where those people in Anhe would go, and his position as the head of the family, he had to sit securely. yes.

At this moment, his eyes narrowed.

Not far behind, there was a sound of horseshoes, as if a group of people were approaching here.

"At this time, who will it be?"

(End of this chapter)