Nine Heavens

After passing through several mountain bends, the roaring sound of the Qingtian River could be heard in the ears of the two of them. After walking for a while, the broad and majestic Qingtian River appeared in their sight. Under the sun, the Qingtian River is rolling with layers of golden waves. There are continuous mountains on both sides, towering peaks, green mountains, bare cliffs, and vast clouds in the distance.

Liu Qianlang looked back, and found that the more he walked towards Qingshi Villa, the fewer pedestrians there were, and there was no one in Qingtianhe. Obviously Song Zhen also discovered this. Amidst the roar of the Qingtian River, Song Zhen reminded: "Brother Liu, you have also seen that the current Qingshi Villa is no longer the city of flowers that everyone sang, and all the flowers have become ghost towns. Even the elders we respect The courtyard has also been rumored as a ghost courtyard. It is said that the bells of the elders’ courtyard will be heard for no reason every night, especially when it is cloudy and rainy, people who pass by will hear mournful cries about life, It's creepy to hear."

"Really?" Liu Qianlang said lightly. At the same time, he gazed at Qing Tianhe from a distance, and at the same time slowed down his pace. He looked very alert, as if he had noticed something was wrong.

Following Liu Qianlang's line of sight, Song Zhen also looked intently, but in his line of sight, apart from the distant Canghun Longyun Mountain Range, he was the nearby Qingtian River. On the river lay the arched Qingtian Bridge, except for the blue bridge. Beyond the stone, there is nothing, deserted and depressed.

Turning to look at Liu Qianlang with a solemn expression, it is so solemn and heavy. It was impossible not to believe him. Song Zhen also slowed down his pace, cautiously paying attention to the movement around him from the corner of his eyes.

The two slowly stepped onto the Qingtian River Bridge, and a burst of damp water vapor hit them instantly, and their faces felt wet. Stepping up the stone steps step by step, the two of them became more cautious with each step. After stepping on the last step, they reached the highest point of the Qingtian Bridge. He had a panoramic view of the Qingtian Bridge, and nothing unusual was found.

A trace of surprise flashed in Liu Qianlang's eyes. The situation in front of him was completely different from his own judgment. He glanced at Qingtianqiao again, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed. The warm color also returned to his face.

His eyes fell on the rushing river under the bridge. The rolling waves were filled with cold smoke, rolling and moving like an angry dragon, tossing and turning from northwest to southeast endlessly. On the west bank, a towering ancient tree is shining with vicissitudes of life in the sun. Under the ancient trees, there are several empty stone chairs. Still persistently flashing dazzling colors, I firmly believe that the former figure will come.

There was a slight fluctuation in the air around their ears, and they quickly turned around. Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen noticed that two groups of figures had appeared in front of and behind the bridge at some point. There are six people in the front and back, each of them has a black cloak, a black veil, and a green bamboo hat with a broad brim.

Each of the twelve people held a black snake-entangled sword in front of their chests. The sword's stabs were black and twisted, and there was a cold light floating in the condensation, shining with a sinister aura.

Liu Qianlang was not surprised by the appearance of the twelve people, but what was surprising was that they appeared so strangely that he couldn't feel where they came from, as if they were born out of thin air.

Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen stood back to back, facing six people each, quickly thinking about how to deal with the enemy in front of them, and at the same time, their bodies were already tense, ready to attack at any time. In this case, it seems unwise to take the initiative to attack, because there are too many opponents, but waiting for the opponent to attack first is of no benefit to the two of them.

Song Zhen's palms were already sweating, and he really regretted not dissuading Brother Liu from going back to the villa rashly this time. It's fine to die by yourself, anyway, living in that Xianyuan Cave is also a torment. But now let the brother who just came back die like this, I really regret it. But all this is already in front of him, and regret is futile. Right now, they can only look for opportunities to hold back the enemy, hoping that brother Liu can escape, so that the acquaintance is not in vain.

Liu Qianlang stared at the six people in front of him, always waiting for the cold knife to strike, but the six people stood there proudly, without any intention of doing anything, and looked at themselves and Song Zhen with disdain. It didn't look like they were here to kill people at all, but they looked like they were watching the fun.

The other party's perseverance gave Liu Qianlang, who was already nervous, a glimmer of hope, and whispered: "Song Zhen, can you swim?" Song Zhen looked at Liu Qianlang suspiciously, and nodded. Nodding in the same way, Liu Qianlang said in a low voice: "As long as you find an opportunity to jump into the river, we have a chance to get out alive. Remember, this is very important."

The man in black's eyes only fell on the eagle on Liu Qianlang's shoulder. As for the two children, he regarded them as dead people. That eagle was really different, with shiny black feathers, red eyes, blood-colored claws, and a bright red mouth. Especially those twinkling eyes, which seemed to be full of waves in the dark red, shot out cold rays, which made people shudder.

The child in shabby clothes must be the Song Zhen that the owner said, because it is rare for him to have black and white eyebrows. And who is the kid next to him? I don't seem to have any impression? Finally, the man in black glanced at the two children. After all, it was because of them, especially that Song Zhen, who had been tormenting him for a long time. For this reason, he was often blamed by the owner. Now it's all right, I can go back with the head in my hand, and I can finally sleep soundly for two days. And there was an unexpected harvest, and the eagle was caught by the way.

Liu Qianlang felt one of the six people in front of him move, the black snake-wrapping sword in his arms slid silently to his right hand, shrugged his shoulders, and appeared in front of Liu Qianlang strangely, the others The person didn't move at all.

In the silence came a cry of ice: "Get over here! Song Zhen, let me hack you to death with one knife!" The voice was not only cold but also extremely piercing, and Song Zhen trembled when he heard it. At the same time, the hatred of Tu Zhuang and the anger of suffering suddenly hit his heart, and his eyes burned. With a bang, he rushed to the man in black, and at the same time, his palms flew up, and two silver lights shot at the man in black. However, the man in black did not dodge at all. After hearing two jingles, the dart that flew out was bounced back again. He drew two arcs and landed on the bridge successively. Song Zhen looked at the man in black in surprise, his thick black and white eyebrows were frowned, and his face was filled with astonishment.

The man in black snorted coldly, raised his knife and slashed at Song Zhen's head indifferently. Just when the sword edge was stabbing at Song Zhen's throat, a handsome figure made a graceful turn, and the ink-colored snake-wrapping sword that was supposed to be stabbing at Song Zhen's throat abruptly stabbed at the bridge stone, and there was a loud clang. ring. And Song Zhen was already standing firmly behind the handsome figure.

The man in black in the arena and the man in black outside the arena gave a cry of surprise at the same time, and then charged at the same time like lightning. Song Zhen closed his eyes in despair, and had already forgotten Liu Qianlang's warning. Liu Qianlang didn't want to expose his skills prematurely, but in desperation, he quickly covered himself with a layer of silver, covering himself and Song Zhen inside, and the Soul-calling Excalibur was ready to move under the urging of his thoughts.

Just when the twelve sharp cold lights were pressing towards the two of them in the void, Liu Qianlang saw on his shoulders, Qiqi's mouth suddenly shot out streaks of bright red rays of light, and these rays of light quickly condensed into countless bright red spots. needle awn. The needle light spun rapidly, and instantly formed a bright red needle curtain made of needle light in front of him, with a diameter of several feet. Then he silently pushed towards the twelve people who rushed forward.

When the needle curtain touched the twelve men in black, a strange scene happened. Twelve cold swords pierced from different angles and twelve people suddenly stopped in the air. The twelve ink-colored snake-wrapping swords began to melt quickly from the tip of the sword, and the knives in the hands of the twelve people disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if they had never existed before, with stunned faces. Then, the twelve people also started from one side, and quickly melted away, turning into nothingness in a blink of an eye, without even a trace underground.

Liu Qianlang looked at the ground, then at Qiqi, with excitement in his eyes. Tilting his head and looking at Qiqi carefully, Qiqi seemed to be very proud of his performance, and raised his chest high.