Retired Sword God: My Wife Is A Goddess Hunter

Jinshan Temple.

Mie Chan and Huitong temporarily stopped fighting. The extremely hard black earth in winter left a bottomless chasm, with flesh and blood and broken pieces of clothing mixed in the cracks.

The giant century-old pine tree not far away was cut off in the middle, and the courtyard wall became a ruin.

Sikong Kuang's gun-holding arm disappeared. He held the broken part of his shoulder with a painful expression on his face, blood flowing from his fingers, and the fear in his eyes could not be dissipated.

What a terrifying sword energy!

And if they read it correctly, the man in black refers to the sword. This requires a deep understanding of the way of the sword.

In addition to the sword god Su Qingcheng, when did such a terrifying swordsman appear in the Central Plains martial arts world?

Mie Chan looked at the place where the holy relic disappeared, and his face was ashen. He had made so many preparations for today, but in the end he still fetched water from a bamboo basket, but it was all in vain. The key is that he didn't even know the identity of the man in black.

There was nowhere to look for anyone, and Mie Chan wasn't sure what the next move would be with the man in black's sword just now.

"Hiss, this sword energy has not dissipated yet, who is this person!" Jue Yuan squatted beside the ravine caused by the sword energy with some fear, and slowly put his hand into the crack. He could clearly feel the sword energy. The cold and terrifying sword intent.

The remaining sword intent is breathtaking and makes people shudder.

Fortunately, Jinshan Temple did not intend to defend the holy relic, otherwise if Jue Yuan tried his best to stop the man in black, he would probably end up similar to Sikong Kuang.

"Hmph, the poor monk has written down what happened today." Mie Chan left harsh words. He failed to obtain the holy relics because of Huitong's obstruction. Sooner or later, this debt must be settled.

Huitong did not stop Mie Chan from leaving, the holy relics fell into the hands of the destined person, and the crisis in Jinshan Temple was relieved. He put his cassock back on his body, came to the broken-armed Sikong Kuang, and helped seal several acupuncture points of Sikong Kuang, temporarily Stop bleeding from wounds.

"Thank you, Master Huitong. I'm sorry!" Sikong Kuang's eyes were dull and dull. His entire right arm was disabled and his strength was greatly reduced. He was no longer the unruly spear king Sikong Kuang.

"Amitabha, don't lose Sikong Donor. Since ancient times, blessings and misfortunes have depended on each other. What happened today may not be a bad thing for you. Don't you still have an arm?" Huitong clasped his palms together. If Sikong Kuang grabs the holy relic, disaster will come. , now he just lost his arm. As the saying goes, if Sikong Kuang can cross this threshold, he will probably reach a higher level.

Sikong Kuang didn't reply, but before leaving, he looked deeply at the gap on the ground, as if he wanted to keep today's shame firmly in his heart.

"Master Huitong, why do you want to help that man in black?" After everyone left, Jue Yuan couldn't help but ask his doubts.

"Because of the sword technique that transforms sword energy into green lotus, I once heard Abbot Lingyou mention it." Huitong seemed calm on the surface, but in fact, there was a turmoil in his heart, because the name he heard from Lingyou's mouth was the name of the Central Plains Wulin. proud.

Sword God!

After the original battle, although there were rumors that the Sword God was missing, everyone basically believed that the Sword God had fallen.

How could Huitong not be excited when he saw the rumored Qinglian sword energy tonight.

"Who is this person?" Jue Yuan was also interested. The person Lingyou could mention was definitely a famous figure in the world.

"Buddha said it cannot be said." Huitong was unwilling to reveal it.

At this moment, people from the imperial court finally arrived at the back mountain. The leader was wearing black clothes, with flying fish on his chest. His face with clear water chestnuts was as cold as a sculpture. On his shoulders stood a sacred steed of Haidongqing.

Qin Hongluan is also in the team.

"I've met Lord Huangfuying!" Huitong quickly stepped forward and saluted.

The Iron-Armed Condor Huangfuying is a famous catcher who dominates the world. Twelve years ago, Huangfuying personally captured and subdued the Four Evil Men, and thus received the title of the Iron-Armed Condor from the Emperor himself!

Huangfu Ying studied under the Eagle Claw Sect. He soaked his fingers in the juice of heartbroken grass for a long time, and practiced the Fierce Eagle Poison Claw. He also had the unique skill of the Infinite Hand, and his strength was first-rate.

"Master Huitong, I didn't expect that I came a step too late and the holy relics were lost. You two quickly went to check the situation." With an expression of regret on his face, Huangfuying waved two professional spies to search for clues at the remaining scene.

Qin Hongluan, who was standing in the team, curled his lips in disdain. Their team had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time, but Huangfuying was slow to lead the team up. It was not until he saw the sword energy rising into the sky that he slowly walked up the mountain, swinging Ming didn't want to get involved.

"The imperial court is willing to help Jinshan Temple, which is a great kindness from your majesty. As for the ownership of the holy relics, it is determined by itself and cannot be forced." In fact, Huitong knew full well that the imperial court was wooing the martial arts sects in the Central Plains while implementing a policy of suppression. Will sit back and watch the major sects become stronger.

Huangfuying said a few simple polite words and looked at the gap on the ground.

"What a terrifying sword intent. No wonder Mie Chan returned empty-handed. Who is this master?"

"The key is that this person has obtained the holy relic, and his strength will be even higher in the future. Is he a member of that force, or an extraterritorial demon sect?"

Huangfuying took out a pocket-sized writing brush and white paper from his arms, and after writing briefly, tied the letter to the mailbox on Hai Dongqing's ankle.

Haidongqing spread its wings and soared, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

…

In the guest room.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Su Han couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. He was seriously injured and forced to use the three powers of his heyday, which aggravated the injuries in his body and made him completely disabled in a short time.

It was different from the situation when he killed Sang Chong. Sikong Kuang had already reached the threshold of the first-class realm, and it was difficult to hurt the opponent without a fight.

"System, help me treat my injuries!" He called to the system in his mind.

【Ding! Detect the holy relic and immediately treat the host's injuries. 】

After the system absorbed the holy relics, it began to help Su Han treat his internal injuries.

Su Han felt a warm current flowing through his body, helping him repair his damaged meridians, and finally gathered in his almost dry Dantian.

"Huh!" Su Han let out a long breath. The negative effects caused by the forced exercise just now have disappeared, and he is now back to 50% of his strength at his peak.

He brought up the system layout, and a translucent 3D model appeared in front of him, with other attributes unchanged.

There are only realms and injuries

Realm: Peak Grandmaster (injured state, able to exert 50% of strength)

Injury: 42% healed

"This system is so evil. Why can't I treat all the injuries of the holy relic that I fought so hard to grab?" Su Han couldn't help complaining.

[System: If this system had not spent a lot of money to save the host dog's life, I am afraid that the host would have become a pile of bones. I hope that the host will find new opportunities as soon as possible and make an equal exchange with this system. 】

Su Han sighed helplessly. Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world, and the system only recognizes benefits and not the host.

He came to the bed and pulled out the silver needle on Lian'er's forehead. This silver needle had just put Lian'er into a drowsy state, and she would not wake up even if there was an earthquake.

Taking off his boots, socks, and clothes, he got into the warm bed, held Lian'er's delicate body in his arms, and Su Han gradually fell asleep.