Song Qianji released his spiritual sense and conducted careful investigation.

The viewers who came here tonight had different thoughts, and countless whispers blew into his ears with the wind.

The exclamation and praise of watching the fun, and the special learning of the formation cultivator, more monks subconsciously and unreasonably speculate, thinking more complicatedly:

"Wei Zhenyu is young after all. If it were me, I would have pretended to break the formation and confuse Ji Chen, and secretly sent a team of silver armor to take the lead."

"You can't think of it, can't the other side think of it? Both sides are unwilling to give in. There must be some rare treasures hidden nearby, and they are bound to win them."

"What treasure is worthy of this? I'm afraid it's not just a strange treasure, it's a huge opportunity. It's best if they fight both sides, so that we have the chance to reap the benefits!"

"The Qianqu team dared to set up a formation here to intercept Wei Zhenyu, and 80% of the instructing Song Qianji. King Song hid in Qianqu and did not come out, and his disciples were loyal to the leader for him."

Song Qianji heard strangely.

What am I doing? Am I the kind of person who bullies the small and relies on his seniority?

Even if they were not in the Blood River Valley, they would still fight for whoever ate the strange noodles tonight and whoever feed the iron beasts tonight.

The spirit beads flashed more and more frequently. Song Qianji was delighted, and his speed was accelerated, like a wisp of blue smoke floating in the dense forest.

The red river is surging like a sea of ​​blood.

The waves smacked the cliffs and the splashed mist hit the viewer's face, stinging and stinging.

The spider-like silver front was almost gone, and the tornado water column and vortex appeared alternately.

The sound of water is deafening. Those with low cultivation stand a little closer and will suffer from a huge pain in the eardrum and tinnitus.

Li Citu's face in the river was slightly pale, and Ji Chen's lips were also blood-colored on the cliff.

Time passes, the moon shadow moves westward, and the outcome is hard to decide.

The fat formation master murmured: "It's all right to see who can't hold on first."

Wei Zhenyu suddenly turned around, searched for a week, and asked in a low voice: "Where is Song Xun?"

Captain Lu Zhou was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhenyu still had time to care about a little talisman master in their team. He was moved for a moment: "Xiao Song said that this formation has changed significantly. His cultivation level is not good. He is prone to dizziness after watching it for a long time, so he hid behind and rested."

Jian Xiu snatched: "Is there anything wrong with King Wei calling him? I'll call him back now."

Wei Zhenyu frowned: "No, let him hide."

He looked at Honghe again and took a breath: "My victory will come out."

"Get orders!" Zhu Sheng watched the battle for a long time, but he could no longer suppress his fighting spirit. Wei Zhenyu clasped his fists and rushed out of the cliff, stepped straight on the waves, shouting:

"Mobei Zhu Sheng, come and learn the great tricks of friends from thousands of channels!"

Li Cido's array plate moved, and ten silver lines flew out, like a light cloud, he lifted it up from the stormy waves.

Ji Chen was not panicked, but instead breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Meng, come and do a favor."

Meng Heze held the sword and complained: "Can you say it earlier? I'm about to grow hair when I stand."

"Please!" Ji Chen's five fingers led, and a huge water column quickly condensed, like a mountain rising from the ground.

Meng Heze jumped and landed steadily on the top of the peak.

Although Song Qianji was looking for someone, he still paid attention to the situation of the battle. The monk vaguely listened to the monk:

"When the battle was at the important point, King Wei suddenly sent someone to help, and sent a message directly, "Isn't it better to catch Qianqu off guard?"

"Of course, I deliberately reminded the opponent to prepare for Qianqu."

"If only two sides of them are there, you can fight anyway. No one knows it anyway. But this battle will be widely circulated, and no one wants to use secret tricks to make the population true. Look, Qianqu will also shout."

Sure enough, Song Qianji heard Meng Heze's voice shaking the hills-

"Meng Heze under the gate of Songyuan."

"Wei Zhenyu, why don't you get up, I'll beat you two."

A cheer sounded from the south bank, and the morale of Qianqu disciples was greatly boosted.

Song Qianji was in a complicated mood.

I am a cultivator, but you are more upright than others. Are you good at bamboo shoots?

Wei Zhenyu let the other side applaud or clamor, and he was always expressionless.

Until Meng Heze said, "My sword was cast by Senior Brother Song, and I have never named it yet. The fellow Taoist on the opposite side, I wonder what magic weapon you are using?"

"Don't talk nonsense to him." Wei Zhenyu sent a message to Zhu Sheng, "Fight quickly and kill him."

The blade flashed red, like a burning fire, cutting through the water waves in an instant and fighting with the sword.

"boom!"

The sound of storm is roaring, and the sound of water is shaking.

Countless people were dizzy and bloody.

The shore formation division hurriedly arranged a simple protective array, and no one wanted to be the affected pond fish.

Meng Heze's sword is straight and his body is light and sharp as the wind and bright moon. With Ji Chen's help in controlling the water, he is even more like a tiger's wings.

Zhu Sheng was violent in spirit, and his sword was slashed and slashed. Li Ciquan's front line was supplemented to cover up his flaws in time.

Li Ciquan was shocked. They were trusted by Wei Zhenyu, and they experienced countless battles together, and they developed a tacit understanding of each other's trust.

I thought the one-to-one deadlock would soon be broken by two-to-two.

Who knew that Ji Chen and Meng Heze were even better at attacking and defending.

Wei Zhenyu looked inexplicably.

Ji Chen and Meng Heze not only have a tacit understanding of the battle style, but they have known each other for many years and can even play Qianqu Errenzhuan.

Song Qianji looked at the sword light and golden fronts that were drawing the night sky.

After this battle, Meng Heze and Ji Chen must have gained something.

Almost at the same time, the familiarity of the fire revealed traces.

Song Qianji held the spirit bead tightly, and the other party suddenly turned around in the crowd, and immediately turned into a black shadow and rushed out of the crowd of people watching.

Very alert.

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Run?"

The night wind is getting colder and the sound of water is getting farther and farther away.

Song Qian's plane ran far away, and the sound of water rolling in the river and the exclamations on both sides of the river had become blurred.

"You can't run away, save some effort." When Song Qianji said the first word, the man was rising and falling in the dense forest in the mountains. Before he finished speaking, he was already in the wilderness at the foot of the mountain.

The Song Qianji is like a tail, firmly attached behind him.

Song Qianji is an expert in escaping life. He created his own Five Elements Escape Technique, which is more concealed than sword control and flying magic weapons, and is faster than shrinking the ground. With this, he escaped from death many times.

The man seemed to know that he could not escape, stood still under the moon, unfolded his hood, showed a kind-eyed face, and said slowly:

"Xian Jianchen really let you come."

Song Qianji thought that if he had other choices, he would not have come to me as a cheap apprentice.

The old monk smiled kindly: "Looking at the donor's eyes, I blinded the monk with one eye. Why should the donor be forced to force each other?"

Song Qianji touched the faint red marks between his eyebrows, his eyes were calm, and there was no murderous intention at all: "Yes, why bother to force each other? To be honest, I have no grudges with you. I don't hate you, I just annoy you. No matter what you want to do, I shouldn't let me encounter it again and again..."

The surroundings are empty, the wild grass is bushes, and the energy is vigorous.

On the bright moonlit night when the spring breeze blows on the threshold, he should have turned over the soil and watered it in Songyuan, sowed new seeds of flowers, and hugged it on a pillow and waited for the spring rain that would never fall.

If it weren't for understanding Xian Jianchen's contract, or to solve the problems, who would want to get into the mud and turbid water, and the red dust weaving net with swords and swords?

"Is there no doubt about the donor?" the old monk said with a smile.

"Yes, countless questions. But I don't ask what you want to do, and you don't have to say more to me."

As soon as Song Qianji finished speaking, he suddenly drew his sword.

The old monk tapped his feet and retreated quickly!

The dense grass behind him quickly separated, giving way out a clear retreat.

Song Qianji was very satisfied with the sword given by Xian Jianchen. It was light and thin, and there was no light or sound when unsheathed. It was the most suitable weapon for killing people.

He was chatting casually on the top and stabbing the most ruthless sword.

When he drew his sword, the sword track deduced it countless times in his heart, and he knew that this sword would never pierce the sky.

Those who can injure Xian Jianchen will not dare to underestimate the enemy even if they are seriously injured.

The moonlight passed through the grass clippings all over the sky, the light and shadow flickered, and the old monk's eyes were as deep as the sea.

Song Qianji met the gaze and was shocked for no reason.

Something is wrong, something is wrong.

It went very smoothly.
To be continued...