The Seven Emotional Sword broke through the formation and cut off a sand column. Long Qihong immediately used his qi to replenish another sand column. A total of thirty-six sand columns slowly rotated around Tang Jiusheng and continued to shrink in the middle. Between each sand column, the sword light lingered, making people feel scared of cold when they looked at it. Although Long Qihong didn't know the name of the Seven Emotional Sword, this sword could fly automatically to break the formation, and he was really unstable.

There is a saying that there are many dreams in the night, and Long Qihong decided not to wait anymore. He originally wanted to use the sword formation to trap Tang Jiusheng. Finally, when Tang Jiusheng couldn't hold on, he threw in a gu medicine and forced Tang Jiusheng to be his sword servant. He was the number one master in Tiancheng and had a good reputation in Zhuhui's return. Now there is another master of the Great Shang Dynasty as the sword servant. From now on, Long Qihong would be very proud of him in Zhuhui's return.

Unfortunately, the world did not meet the wish. When the Seven Emotions Sword broke through the formation, he knew that something was wrong. Long Qihong decided to kill. Long Qihong kept drawing circles with his hands, and the large circle made of red air mechanism was wrapped around a small circle, and kept flying towards the Hongquan sword in the air. The red red on the Hongquan Spring became brighter. Long Qihong's eyes were red and he was chanting a spell in his mouth. The color of the entire Hongquan sword formation began to turn dark red.

The wind began to rise around the Hongquan Sword Formation, and the demonic wind wrapped in Long Qihong's aura sounded shrill. Over the Hongquan Sword Formation, the color of the Hongquan Sword became heavier and thicker, as thick as blood. The Hongquan Sword transformed into dozens of clones, each containing extremely strong energy. Tang Jiusheng raised his head and looked at the Hongquan Sword in the air, feeling a suffocating sense of oppression.

The sand at Tang Jiusheng's feet finally began to restlessly. Shadow swords broke out from the ground, and Tang Jiusheng could only rely on the Lingbo flash to wander on the sand sword. The sword energy between the sand pillars also began to become violent, and gradually condensed, forming sharp swords with cold light. At this time, in Long Qihong's eyes, Tang Jiusheng was surrounded by the Hongquan sword formation, with sharp swords up and down, left and right, everywhere, just like he was trapped in a net of heaven and earth, and there was nowhere to escape.

Long Qihong had enough momentum and said with a grim smile: "Tang Jiusheng, since you don't surrender, then go to die!" Long Qihong hugged his hands round, and a red spherical light column in his hand was slowly flattened by Long Qihong. Long Qihong pushed forward violently, and the red light column crashed heavily into the Hongquan Sword Formation. On the sand pillar and above the Hongquan Sword body, the red light was made, and there was also a red aura flowing constantly on Long Qihong's body.

Up, down, left and right, countless sharp swords stabbed Tang Jiusheng, who was wandering in the sword formation, with the strong momentum, which made people intimidate. The Hongquan Sword Formation takes the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and uses the Hongquan Sword itself to borrow the power of the sky. With the sword energy in the gaps of the sand pillars, the sword energy is the human power, and the sand sword on the ground is the terrain. Cut off the connection and sensing between the person trapped in the formation and the heaven and earth. Even if the first-class martial artist has a strong internal strength, as long as he is cut off from the sensing of heaven and earth, he will have a dead end.

Tang Jiusheng was trapped in the formation and had nowhere to escape. As long as he was stabbed by a sword, he would be the end of thousands of swords and then stabbed him. At the critical moment, Tang Jiusheng quickly opened the Qi energy storage pill, held the Seven Emotion Sword in both hands, swung it forward, and shouted angrily, "Borrowing the Heavenly Sword!"

An extremely thick green light radiated from the Qihui Sword. The sharp swords that were stabbing suddenly stopped. Even the Hongquan Sword in the air also heard a series of wailing sounds. It seemed that a powerful force was preventing its downward momentum. The Hongquan Sword, known as a divine weapon, kept trembling in the air.

Long Qihong, who was standing outside the sword formation, suddenly felt a chill coming from the sword formation, and Long Qihong couldn't help but tremble. Long Qihong suddenly felt cold in his heart. He looked carefully and the entire Hongquan sword formation began to shake. Long Qihong said in shock: "How could this happen?" He didn't have time to think too much, and immediately continued to inject qi into the sword formation, trying to stabilize the sword formation.

Tang Jiusheng was confident that the blue light on the Qihui Sword was getting stronger and stronger. The entire Hongquan Sword Formation, which was more than ten feet in radiant radius, was wrapped in a layer of dazzling green energy. The subsequent red aura of Long Qihong had been cut off from the Hongquan Sword Formation. Long Qihong's face was pale and he didn't know what to do. Tang Jiusheng waved the Qihui Sword and kept slashing hard. As the sword energy roared, Tang Jiusheng shouted angrily again, "Blast!"

With a loud bang, the Hongquan Sword Formation collapsed, and the sand pillar collapsed and scattered as if it was destroyed by a large flood. The sand sword under Tang Jiusheng's feet also collapsed quickly, and the clone of the Hongquan Sword also disappeared. The whole scene was like a castle made of sand. When a big flood hit, there was no tiles left. Only the true body of the Hongquan Sword in the air was wrapped in green light, and was still struggling unnecessary.

Long Qihong, who was knocked out by a powerful aura, fell twenty feet away, and blood was gushing out of his mouth. Tang Jiusheng held his hands in his hands

The Seven Emotional Sword broke through the formation, and the green flames on the Seven Emotional Sword in his hand were burning. Tang Jiusheng glared at Long Qihong and walked towards Long Qihong step by step.

Long Qihong struggled to get up from the ground. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. Long Qihong murmured with horror: "How could this happen? How could this happen?" Long Qihong looked at Tang Jiusheng who was slowly walking towards him step by step, and finally became furious. Long Qihong clenched his fists with both hands, his whole body trembled, and his breathing was rapid, "My Hongquan Sword! My Hongquan Sword Formation!"

This blow was too great. Long Qihong originally thought that even if the Hongquan Sword Formation could not be surrendered to Tang Jiusheng, it would be enough to kill Tang Jiusheng. But he never expected that the final result would be that the Hongquan Sword Formation was broken, and he was seriously injured. Long Qihong felt sad and waved to the Hongquan Sword wrapped in green light in the air, "Hongquan, come!" But he did not expect that the Hongquan Sword did not move in the air and actually lost the connection between him.

Tang Jiusheng said coldly: "Long Qihong, don't waste your efforts! When you trapped me in the Hongquan Sword Formation just now, you cut off the sensing between me and the world. I did the same thing and treated him with the way, and also cut off the connection between the Hongquan Sword and the Hongquan Sword Formation and you! You should just surrender obediently, this is your last chance!" Tang Jiusheng waved, and the Hongquan Sword Flying down from the air with a green light.

The Hongquan Sword fell in front of Tang Jiusheng and inserted into the sand, but it still trembled faintly, as if it was disobedient, but the blue light on the sword energy was too powerful and it could not break free. Tang Jiusheng stopped in front of the Hongquan Sword and said coldly: "Long Qihong, I want to erase any breath you have on the Hongquan Sword, it will no longer belong to you from now on!"

Tang Jiusheng returned the Seven Emotional Sword to sheath, stretched out his right hand, pulled out the Hongquan Sword inserted in the yellow sand, and brushed it on the Hongquan Sword with his hand. The red light of the Hongquan Sword flashed a few times and finally went out. Long Qihong could no longer feel any breath of the Hongquan Sword. He watched his Hongquan Sword change color and return to its original silver color, just like an ordinary sword, with no more spiritual energy.

Blood and tears flowed out from Long Qihong's eyes, and Long Qihong shouted in despair: "Tang Jiusheng, you bastard! How cruel you are! You ruined my Hongquan Sword and destroyed my Hongquan Sword Formation! I am the master of the Hongquan Sword. For thirty years, the Hongquan Sword belongs to me and only recognizes me as the main one! I have practiced swords day and night for thirty years and depend on the Hongquan Sword for life. It is me, I am it! But you ruin it! You might as well kill me!"

Long Qihong's eyes were red and he rushed towards Tang Jiusheng ten feet away almost like crazy. A red sword condensed between his hands, and a wind blew under his feet, and he rushed towards Tang Jiusheng with a thunderous force. Without the Hongquan Sword, he wanted to use his body to make a sword to avenge the Hongquan Sword and fight with this Tang's last life and death. The violent sword energy tore through the yellow sand on the ground, and the dust in the sky rose. Long Qihong swung his strongest sword to Tang Jiusheng.

The arc-shaped sword energy broke through the air, and it was extremely determined. At this moment, either he died or Tang Jiu's life and death were inseparable. Long Qi and Hong Mao came, and his pride did not allow him to fail.

But just as Long Qihong came out his sword, Tang Jiusheng turned on the Qi energy storage pill, and the Qi at the peak of Wuxuan Realm surged out. Tang Jiusheng proudly stretched out his left hand and pressed the extremely violent sword energy. He pushed back with force, Long Qihong couldn't stand and slid back ten feet away. That was where he had just fallen and got up. Long Qihong fell to the ground with a thud, falling to the face of dust.

The humiliation was extremely! Long Qihong, who was unwilling to give up, suddenly jumped up from the ground, and with a whistle, he swung the red Qi sword and rushed towards Tang Jiusheng. Why, why can a young boy fight him back with one hand? He really couldn't bear this humiliation! Long Qihong rushed towards Tang Jiusheng again, like an angry rhino, but he felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and he felt that he could not defeat this kid anymore.

Tang Jiusheng sneered and threw out the Hongquan Sword casually. The Hongquan Sword, which had lost its red light, was like a swimming fish, wandering in the air, hovering up and down around Long Qihong. This was a naked provocation. The Hongquan Sword was getting faster and faster, leaving wisps of silver light around Long Qihong. Long Qihong's already broken blue shirt was cut by Hongquan's silver sword energy. The Hongquan sword sheath also fell to the ground.

Long Qihong's heart was ashamed. His enemy controlled the weapons that he loved more than life in the past. He cut them to him with a sword. It seemed that at this time, the Hongquan sword was not his clothes, but his life. The wind was blowing between the sky and the earth, and the breeze was swelling, and the yellow sand was endless. Long Qihong slowly stopped, three feet away from Tang Jiusheng. The red aura in Long Qihong's hand

The great sword slowly faded away with the weather and disappeared into the wind. Long Qihong's spirit collapsed.

Long Qihong, whose hair was disguised, had the red light in his eyes disappeared, and the black hair on his head suddenly turned white. Long Qihong looked up at the sky and roared in despair, "Ah!" His voice was extremely sad. Long Qihong's martial arts realm, scattered thousands of miles away, Long Qihong fell to the bottom of the valley, Long Qihong fell to the ground, raised his head, his eyes were empty, Long Qihong looked at Tang Jiusheng blankly and murmured: "You are cruel enough! You win!"

Tang Jiusheng sighed, walked to Long Qihong's side, picked up the Hongquan sword sheath from the ground. Tang Jiusheng returned the Hongquan sword to sheath, carried it on his shoulder, turned around and left, ignoring the person sitting in the dust in front of him.

He originally wanted to kill him, but now he doesn't think so. Since this person has fallen to the bottom of the situation and has fallen to the bottom, it doesn't matter whether he is alive or dead. As for whether this person can survive and whether he can walk out of the desert, he no longer cares. Tang Jiusheng is carrying the Seven Emotions Sword behind his back and the Hongquan Sword on his shoulder, and his heart is extremely relaxed.

Long Qihong stared at Tang Jiusheng's back as he walked farther and farther away, his eyes were dull. After a long time, he fell down with a bang and looked at the distant sky. From a first-class master to a useless man, it was only a moment. He had fought with masters of all sizes and sizes for more than 30 times and had never lost. He thought that one day he would be invincible in the world, but now he could not overcome the hurdle of losing to Tang Jiusheng. His once extremely proud heart has completely died. Nothing more sorrow than death in his heart.

Tang Jiusheng slowly walked back alone and walked five miles away. He met Yulong Xingkong who was waiting for him on a camel. It turned out that Yulong Xingkong was worried about Tang Jiusheng's safety and did not go far. But Yulong Xingkong knew that with his current martial arts realm, he could not control the battle of first-class masters, and he might even become a burden to the junior brother, so he waited patiently here, waiting for the junior brother to return triumphantly.

Yulong Xingkong saw Tang Jiusheng's shadow from afar. He knew that his senior brother had won. Yulong Xingkong was ecstatic and urged the camel under his crotch to run towards Tang Jiusheng. Yulong Xingkong excitedly shook the black iron stick raised high in his hand and shouted loudly: "Little senior brother, I'm here!"

When Tang Jiusheng saw Yulong Xingkong, he laughed loudly and said, "My junior brother, I have made you wait for a long time!"

Yulong Xingkong didn't ask what the result of the battle was, nor did Long Qihong ask whether he was alive or dead. Yulong Xingkong was dancing and patting the Camel Peak and smiled: "Senior Brother, it's getting late, let's ride the camel together! It's so tired that I always fly around. I want to ride the camel for a while, and I want to ride the camel for a while."

Tang Jiusheng nodded and smiled, "Okay! It's good to have a camel, it's better than running away with two legs!" Tang Jiusheng carried the Hongquan sword on his shoulder and jumped onto the camel's back. The two brothers faced the afterglow of the sunset and urged the camel to walk towards the Tidi Oasis. Under the sunset in the desert, the shadows of the two brothers and the camel were pulled to the elder elders.

A month later, there was a beggar with a torn hat in front of him in the alley in Tiancheng. The beggar was dressed in a torn dress and had a disheveled face, but people could still see from his embarrassment that he was once handsome.

Someone spitted on him, but he didn't fight back, but just sat on the street with a dull look on his face. Someone also sympathized with the beggar and threw two copper plates into his broken hat. When the kind-hearted man lowered his head and threw out the copper plate, he found that the beggar looked like Long Qihong, the former master of Tiancheng. The man screamed: "Long Qihong, the best master of Tiancheng?"

The news spread like wildfire and soon spread throughout the Tiancheng. Tang Yusong, the lord of Tiancheng who had surrendered to Tiedun, rushed over to hear the news and found that the beggar was Long Qihong. Tang Yusong, who had been favored by Long Qihong, was extremely moved and ordered someone to take Long Qihong to the city lord's mansion, ordered someone to take him a bath, and then change him to clean clothes. Tang Yusong ordered the housekeeper to divide a room for Long Qihong for him to live in, and to feed him for three meals.

Tang Yu'e, who has changed from a four-city lord to a three-city lord, looked at Long Qihong, who was holding a big white steamed bun in her hand and swallowed it with a wry smile: "Brother, do you really want to support him from now on?"

Tang Yusong raised his head, looked at Tang Yu'e's eyes, sighed, and said softly: "After all, he was also a great guest in our city lord's mansion, and he once put a lot of effort into us. Now he has become a useless person. What's wrong with us being able to make him have food to eat and not die of cold and starvation? Be kind to be a human being!"

Tang Yusong said to Long Qihong softly: "Eat slowly, don't choke, no one will rob you!"

Long Qihong grinned, looked at Tang Yusong's eyes, and giggled, "Thank you!" The Tang brothers and sisters looked at each other and smiled bitterly together.
Chapter completed!