Chapter 158： The scenery here is beautiful, it would be nice to be your burial place

  In the middle reaches of the Changlin River, on both sides of the Kuiling Gorge, there are lofty mountains and cliffs, and the scenery is amazing.

  The steep and continuous peaks on both sides of the river are hundreds of meters above the river, and the narrowest part of the river is only about 100 meters.

  The setting sun is slanting to the west, and the setting sun is like blood.

  Sunset glow filled the sky, the sky turned into a sea of ​​burning flames, and sparkling red waves appeared on the river surface.

  In the shoal on the shore, there is a flat boulder, on which sits cross-legged a young man in a purple brocade robe with white eyebrows.

   It was Murong Qi.

   I saw him breathing in and out, faint smoke lingering around him, the gray-white smoke condensed and did not disperse, gradually covering his body in it.

   As the afterglow of the setting sun fell, the gray-white mist continued to transform, and finally turned into wisps of sword energy, fierce and sharp, but unable to hurt Murong Qi in the slightest.

  The sword slave stood not far away with a black sword case on his back, his body standing upright like a javelin, without saying a word.

  After a long time, the mist and sword energy around Murong Qi completely disappeared, and his originally slightly pale face also regained some blood.

   "Young Master." Jian Nu stepped forward.

   "My injury is no longer serious." Murong Qi looked calm.

   "Wu Sheng's small supernatural powers really shouldn't be underestimated. I was careless, but this battle gave me a lot of insights. I felt the opportunity to awaken my bloodline three times."

   "Young Master has hard-wired the martial sage's little supernatural power, and now he has touched the key to breakthrough. He is unparalleled in the world!" Sword slave complimented.

   "Qin Qingxu, wait." Murong Qi's eyes turned cold, Qin Qingxu's blow directly hurt his internal organs. He took the precious secret medicine exchanged from his family, and it took him four full days to fully recover from his injuries.

  This injury gave him an opportunity to break through, which is not a bad thing for him.

  However, he has never tasted the taste of failure since he was a child. Even if the opponent is a martial artist whose realm is much higher than his, he still deeply feels the humiliation.

   Qin Qingxu must be killed by himself, so that he can understand.

   "This place implies innate golden energy, and the scenery is not bad. It is a good place for retreat."

   Murong Qi put his hands behind his back.

  The breeze is blowing, the river is rippling, and the trees on both sides of the bank are shaking.

  With the fragrance of flowers and plants in the wind, Murong Qi's impetuous heart gradually calmed down a lot.

  His talent is excellent, but the competition in the family is fierce. He is determined to be the first person. It seems that he has never calmed down to appreciate the scenery on the way forward. Looking at it today, it is very meaningful.

  “Under the erosion of time, trees and flowers will wither, and rivers will change their course.”

  After admiring it for a while, Murong Qi felt turmoil in his heart again.

   "Only I will reach the peak step by step and live forever!"

  Thinking of this, Murong Qi suddenly lost interest in the scene in front of him.

  He turned around and walked towards the felt tent behind.

  Jian Nu is preparing food. Although he lives in the wild, Murong Qi still enjoys the most luxurious clothing, food, housing and transportation.

   "Huh?!" Murong Qi was about to walk into the felt tent when he suddenly stopped, and he turned around to look.

  On the river, a flat boat slowly approached.

  A middle-aged woman stood at the bow of the boat. Her right hand pinched her sword finger, and her true energy seemed to pour into the river water, speeding up the boat.

  In the open cabin, a beautiful woman in a white dress is sitting, and she is enjoying the scenery on both sides of the river leisurely.

   Soon, the boat stopped on the shallows.

  Murong Qi looked at the two people who landed on the shore, sized up the woman in the white dress, raised his brows, "Are you Ji Qingshuang?"

   "I have met Mr. Murong, the little girl is polite." Ji Qingshuang gave a girly salute to Murong Qi, without the superior attitude she had when facing Han Zhao.

   "Our Murong family has no friendship with Ji's family, why did you come to me?" Murong Qi looked indifferent.

   "Mr. Murong, why should you reject people thousands of miles away?" Ji Qingshuang smiled gently.

   "Speak directly." Murong Qi said coldly.

   "Since that's the case, the little girl will get straight to the point." Ji Qingshuang took a breath.

  Although this Murong Qi is powerful, the way he treats others makes her very displeased. Ever since she was recognized by the fragments of the Seven Evil Overburdening Divine Weapon, even the envoy in charge of the family treats her kindly, how could she ever suffer such anger.

   But it's about subduing Han Zhao and the Nujiao Gang's plan. When she breaks through the bottleneck of the snake level, if this Murong Qi is still in Yunzhou, he must make him look good!

   "Han Zhao from the Nujiao Gang has decided to join me. I want to ask Mr. Murong to let him go for my sake." Ji Qingshuang said seriously.

   "What if I don't agree to your conditions?" Murong Qi raised his eyebrows.

Regarding his attitude, Ji Qingshuang was not annoyed, and continued: "There is no conflict of interest between us. As long as you agree to my conditions, I will not interfere in any of your actions in Yuanchang Mansion. You can take Lu Yingxuan away at any time. I can also cooperate when necessary."

   "That's right." Murong Qi snorted lightly.

   "Since that's the case, the little girl would like to thank Mr. Murong for letting us." Ji Qingshuang immediately showed a bright smile on his face when he heard this.

   "I refuse." Murong Qi interrupted her.

  Ji Qingshuang's smile stagnated, her face gradually collapsed, and she said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

   "What do you think you are? It's my turn to tell you what to do?" Murong Qi sneered.

   "I want to take Lu Yingxuan away, and I will kill Han Zhao!"

   "Mr. Murong is too unreasonable?" Ji Qingshuang was furious.

  However, the fragments of the seven evil spirits integrated into her body greatly amplified her emotions, and killing intent immediately filled her heart.

  A faint black air gushed out from her body, quickly filling her body.

   "What? It's up to you, you want to fight with me?" Murong Qi dismissed.

   "Murong Qi! The clay figurine still has a little bit of energy, you really want to do it like this?!" Ji Qingshuang suppressed the killing intent in her heart.

   "There's so much nonsense, if you don't want to die, get out!" Murong Qi's expression stern.

  The atmosphere in the field suddenly dropped to freezing point.

  Seeing this, the sword slave directly took off the black sword case on his back.

   "Death!" Ji Qingshuang was furious.

  A half-black half-red crystal mask appeared out of thin air, flew directly to her face, and then stuck it tightly.

  Ji Qingshuang's body was surrounded by black air, bringing up circles of twisted airflow, and the setting sun shone on it, as if the light had been swallowed up.

   Immediately afterwards, the force condensed under her control, completely wrapping her palms and arms.

  The red glow containing the power of a divine soldier converged on the front of her palm, and finally turned into a blade-like shape.

  The power of the divine weapon distorted the air, producing high-frequency vibrations, and her arms seemed to be covered by two serrated blades.

  Ji Qingshuang jumped up, crossed his hands, and slashed down in the air with the power of the divine weapon.

  Buzz buzz!

  The golden giant sword in the black sword box hummed. Murong Qi raised his right hand and pinched a sword finger. The golden giant sword flew out suddenly, and the white-gold sword energy rose from the bottom to meet it.

  The sword energy cut off the serrated blade transformed by the power of the divine weapon, but the broken blade did not disappear, but shot out, piercing Murong Qi's heart.

   Shua!

  Murong Qi used the golden giant sword to block one of the cut-off blades, and then dodged sideways to avoid the other cut-off blade.

   "Boom!"

  The boulder behind him was hit by the broken blade, and amidst the violent explosion, the boulder exploded, and the broken stones scattered in all directions.

  Ji Qingshuang had just landed on the ground, and the serrated blades on her arms returned to normal. She didn't give Murong Qi time to react, and her arms were like wheels, launching a violent attack like a storm.

  Wherever she passed, the surroundings were in a mess.

   Dang Dang Dang Dang!

  Murong Qi held a golden giant sword and kept blocking.

  For a moment, it seemed that Ji Qingshuang suppressed him.

   "What's wrong? Where did your arrogance just now go?!"

  The Qixie covering on Ji Qingshuang's face quickly changed from half red and half black to a bewitching red color, and her strength also increased accordingly, and the jagged blade transformed from the power of the magic weapon suddenly expanded.

  She closed her arms, and the two serrated blades merged into one, and they slashed down.

  Boom!

   "White Tiger Killing Sword Sword Six!" The golden giant sword in Murong Qi's hand flashed white-gold light continuously for an instant, releasing an overbearing sword energy, which precisely landed on the weak point of the serrated blade.

   With a "click", the serrated blade broke, and a huge force was transmitted into Ji Qingshuang's body.

  She was blown away by this huge force, her body flew out like an arrow, and smashed heavily into the river.

  A large amount of river water was blown up, and then fell like raindrops.

  Murong Qi walked towards the river with his giant sword in hand.

  Ji Qingshuang's body emerged from the water, her clothes were torn, her fair skin was covered with fine cracks, and blood spilled out.

  Ju Li quickly recovered from her injuries under the strengthening of the power of the divine soldier.

  However, the remaining sword energy continued to destroy her body, and she was in a stalemate for a while, so that she looked extremely embarrassed.

   "Damn it!" Ji Qingshuang's face shone with red light, and the spirit of the magic weapon kept urging her to fight Murong Qi, magnifying the killing intent in her heart.

  If she expends the power of her bloodline to mobilize the seven evil spirits, she may be able to defeat Murong Qi, but the price she has to pay is too high.

   "Relying on the power of the divine weapon to forcibly elevate the realm, but there is no corresponding strength. Are people like you qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

  Murong Qi walked slowly towards Ji Qingshuang.

  Seeing that Ji Qingshuang was at a disadvantage, Ji Yun, who followed her, was about to make a move. With the evil energy all over her body condensed, she struck Murong Qi's back with all her strength.

  Boom!

  Jian Nu made a move and stopped Ji Yun.

  Ji Yun was sent flying to the riverside by the counter-shock force, his face was extremely solemn, he didn't expect that the sword slave next to Murong Qi turned out to be a Martial Saint of the Ersha Realm, and his strength was even higher than her.

   Before she had time to support Ji Qingshuang, she was firmly suppressed by the sword slave's follow-up attack.

   "Now, no one can bother us." Murong Qi sneered, only the **** battle between the same level can awaken the fighting blood in his body, maybe the battle with Ji Qingshuang can make him go further.

   "Murong Qi, we." Ji Qingshuang said in a deep voice, ready to give in, but Murong Qi's giant sword was already imminent.

   Boom boom boom!

  There were earth-shattering loud noises on the river, the river was constantly being blown up, the sky was like rain, and water droplets fell continuously.

   Ji Qingshuang was already weaker than Murong Qi when he was not desperate.

   What's more, Murong Qi is full of fighting spirit at this moment, while Ji Qingshuang is about to retire.

  She was soon completely suppressed by Murong Qi, and the sharp sword energy of the White Tiger Killing Sword continued to break through her restraint, consuming the power of the magic weapon in her body.

   "I'll fight with you!" Ji Qingshuang fired a real fire, resisted Murong Qi's sword forcefully, his body was cut off in half, and the serrated blade in his hand pierced Murong Qi's arm.

   "Huh!" Murong Qi was shocked by the power of the magic weapon, glanced at the wound on his arm, and smiled disdainfully, the power of the spirit beast's blood was activated, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   "What's going on?!" Murong Qi was about to launch an attack when his body trembled suddenly.

  Happiness, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, desire, all kinds of complicated emotions rushed into his heart, and Murong Qi felt like his brain was going to explode.

   Phew!

  Two arrows fell like meteors, and the speed beyond the speed of sound brought a spiral air wave.

   "Buzzing buzzing!"

   "Not good!" Murong Qi's hair stood on end, but under the influence of Qixiefu, his reaction was much slower. The giant sword he raised to block blocked the wind arrow, but not the thunder arrow.

  The dazzling electric arc condensed into a ferocious dragon that looked like white gold all over its body, and it hit Murong Qi's chest in an instant.

  Boom!

  The violent thunder set off circles of air waves and gusts, constantly escaping from the center of the explosion.

  Murong Qi's body flew upside down as if hit by a shell.

  At this moment, his appearance has changed drastically, his black hair has become snow-white, his body is covered with white hair, a "king" texture appears faintly on his forehead, and sharp dagger-like fangs grow from the corners of his mouth.

   "Roar~!"

  Murong Qi let out a tiger's roar, full of pain. A fist-sized blood hole appeared on his right chest, and the surrounding area was scorched black.

"who?!"

  The situation in the arena changed suddenly. On the cliff hundreds of meters high, there stood a young man in white clothes.

   "Han Zhao?!" Ji Qingshuang was surprised. She knew that Han Zhao's strength was not easy in the battle outside Linjiang Town, but she didn't expect Han Zhao to hide his strength.

  Han Zhao jumped up, like catkins, floating down, the distance of hundreds of meters was reached in an instant, and landed steadily on the river.

   "It turned out to be you?!" Murong Qi's expression was gloomy, full of murderous intent.

   "The scenery here is beautiful, and it will be your burial place. How about you?" Han Zhao smiled.