sea ​​ballad

Chapter 139 The breeze from all directions falls on Pingchuan

The sound of the horn is faint, like the chant of a dragon, the rolling ice, breaking the rain and covering it with frost.

It's cold and chilly, and the clear rain turns into swords and cries for ghosts and gods.

"What should we do now?"

"Wait." The little bell still answered like this.

"When will you wait?" Liu Luo snapped.

"If Qiu Haitang wants to survive, there is only one way."

"any solution?"

"Rather than killing Qiu Begonia, what these people want more is "The Ballad of Dividing the Sea". With her intelligence, she can definitely think of this. You don't have to worry, just worry about yourself. Are you good at water?"

The wind was getting louder and louder, Xiaoyu was like the incarnation of wind, frost, ice and rain, water vapor was surrounding her like floating clouds, snow and frost were flying in the coffin, the cold wind was howling, and murderous intent was shaking in all directions.

It was snowing in summer.

"Oh no!" cried the little bell.

"What's going on? Miss Xiaoyu, can't she hear us?"

"Not only can't you hear it, but to make a long story short, your master has already sealed the Flowing Light Blade in your Flowing Light Illusion. If she dies, you will naturally be able to practice the Flowing Light Blade. But we can't wait that long, I want it now Open the seal of your Flowing Light Blade, and use the Qingying Sword to temporarily increase your skill to the seventh level of the Flowing Light Blade. You are willing."

"Why is this? I don't want to, I don't want the Streaming Blade."

"If you don't want to, we will all drown in this sarcophagus before long."

Only then did Liu Luo notice that the water on the ground had already covered Lingdang's knees.Soon, this place will be filled with water, and the inside of the sarcophagus will become a vast ocean, while the outside of the sarcophagus will already be filled with water.

"Do you still remember the water just now?" Little Bell asked again.

Liu Luo nodded.

"There is no second entrance or exit in the sarcophagus. Where did the water go?"

Liu Luo shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know."

"The water was absorbed by the sarcophagus itself. Xiaoyu was eager to get out and drew out all the water absorbed by the sarcophagus. This was Qingfeng Yanyu's variation of the trick - Shifang Qingfeng Falling into Pingchuan. She didn't learn this trick well. , but used it too hastily.

Therefore, when the water rises above half of her body, she may not have time to push open the sarcophagus lid, and we will drown here alive. "

"I think Miss Xiaoyu has great skills, maybe she can push it away." Liu Luo held a trace of luck.

"Pushing it away means death. The reason why the sarcophagus turned over is because there is water outside the sarcophagus, and the entire Linyou City is already a vast ocean."

Liu Luo actually understood that what Xiao Lingdang said was true and did not mean to scare her. But if she opened the seal of the Streaming Blade in advance, wouldn't it be equivalent to inserting a dagger into the master's body and helping those people to get the master's treasure together? Life?
"How can there be so much water? There are neither big rivers nor lakes near Linyou City. How can there be groundwater flowing through the entire Linyou City.

"I do not know."

Waiting for the little bell to speak again, Liu Luo could no longer hear his voice, and saw Xiaoyu floating in the snow-free water.More holy and noble than before.

People in the north didn't understand the nature of water, so they choked on the water a few times. They couldn't open their eyes immediately and didn't know what to do. When their chests felt tight and painful, they suddenly saw a flash of silver light.

The mountains are endless, the water is endless, the stars and the moon fall in the wind and frost, the clear and harmonious sword dances, the string has been playing for ten years, and the snow falls silently.

At this time, if you ask Liu Luo again if he is willing to practice the streamer blade.She definitely wouldn't refuse.

When a person is underwater, there is no room for bargaining.

The desire to survive trumps all else.

She couldn't think, and the little bit of clarity she had left only allowed her to see a cold but compassionate look in her confusion.

A sword cuts through the water and turns the water into a lotus.

In the water, the red lotus is slowly blooming, the stream of stars is full of light, and the moon marks are reflected in the clear light.

The flowing light blade, opened with the Qingying Sword, shook the heaven and the earth in an instant.

Qiu Haitang knew that the only way to protect herself was to use "The Ballad of Dividing the Sea" as bait.

"I am the only one in the whole world who knows the whereabouts of "Fen Hai Yao". You should think about whether it is my life or the treasure of the world."

The various factions had different opinions, and although Mei Liu wanted to get rid of Qiu Haitang, she had to compromise.He shouted: "I am fortunate to have received the help of the Four Saints today, but Qiu Haitang cannot die yet. "The Ballad of Dividing the Sea" concerns all people in the world. Today, I must let her tell everyone the whereabouts of "The Ballad of Dividing the Sea."" The Four Saints ignored it and closed Tight golden locks.

"Boundless sinking, looking across the world, a single glance without any shore, will not make it through this life."

"Go away, who wants you to spend this life? You are a group of pretentious people who kill innocent people indiscriminately. What are the Four Saints? The creatures you kill are demons, and your justice is golden locks. What do you know about justice, and what do you know about demons and saints? .Since everyone is unreasonable, I want to see which one is the real justice: the shining blade that slays demons and humans and the golden light lock that slays demons.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Today, if I die by my own shining blade, none of you can ruin the reputation of Qingxia Mountain, because you will all be buried with me.

However, if I die under the golden light lock, won’t Qingxia Mountain become the laughing stock of you idiots? "

"Qiu Haitang." Mei Liu shouted. "I'm reading this in the same school. Let me ask you if you are willing to hand over the whereabouts of "The Ballad of Dividing the Sea"."

Qiu Haitang looks up to the sky and smiles. If she looks up at the waves, she cries and dreams of pointing to the stars.

That was an upright laugh.

The bright moon sheds clear light, brews fine wine with this laughter, and rains down to reflect the morning and evening.

The Four Saints were suddenly quiet.

Mei Liu took a step forward and walked to the golden lock, "Tell me, Haitang, where is "The Ballad of Dividing the Sea"?"

Qiu Haitang said: "We are from the same sect. If you can protect Qingxia Mountain, it doesn't matter if I tell you. It's better than letting those guys take advantage."

"So, very good, good, good."

Mei Liuxin listened happily and heard Qiu Haitang say: "Ye Qing from Jing Xianglou took away the Ballad of Dividing the Sea."

"It's the Mirror Tower, and "The Ballad of Dividing the Sea" is in the Mirror Tower."

Mei Liu turned around and immediately shouted to everyone.

Liu Ying has been hiding far away and not daring to get close. The master has said that without her order, no one is allowed to enter Anyuan Hall no matter what happens.

Suddenly I heard this shouting - "The Ballad of Dividing the Sea" in Jingwanglou.
She didn't know what happened inside, but she just thought that this sentence must be what the master wanted to tell her, so she remembered it carefully in her heart.

Seeing Qiu Haitang's cooperation, Master Mei Liu came closer and asked, "Where is Master's Streaming Blade Heart Technique?"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, there was a huge heat and then a cold. Master Meiliu didn't even see the moonlight for the last time, and turned into a bloody foam.

Everyone was scared out of their wits.

Someone said: "Hurry, lock her up quickly."

The Four Saints remained silent.

Quiet, suffocating.

"Qiu Haitang is not a demon."

"Qiu Haitang is not a demon."

"Qiu Haitang is not a demon."

"Qiu Haitang is not a demon."

"receive."

"receive."

"receive."

"receive."

Four voices murmured in varying degrees.

Mei Liu's blood spilled all over the floor, everyone was shocked, and no one escaped.

The wind blows, branches curl and leaves fall.

The nearest leaf has not yet fallen, and 140 people and 140 manjushuahua flowers are in full bloom at the same time.

No, it's 140 two flowers.

(End of this chapter)