Chapter 876 Ji Si vs Qian Kun

There are no people in the empty mountain, but you can hear the chirping of birds.

Song Xian came here to look for Xu Yuan, and faintly saw a thatched cottage in the green and white. He stopped for a moment, and finally went to knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Song Xian's heart trembled, and he felt that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but before he could think about it, the owner of the house had already coughed and came to open the door, and a familiar face came into view... It was this old man with a haggard face.

, When Song Xian left Shandong seven years ago, he was still strong and heroic. However, since ancient times, one mistake has caused eternal hatred.

The two of them looked at each other, and both of them were shocked. They didn't expect to meet old friends again at the time of falling flowers, or to meet in such a remote place by chance. But he was more surprised than Song Xian. This surprise aroused countless regrets: "Song...Song Xian"

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The former leader of the village, it was he who accepted the recruitment a few years ago and personally destroyed the Red Coat Village that he had initiated.

Tan Mengting closed the door and turned around. The wrinkles on his forehead were not only stained by the wind and frost of the years, but also caused by remorse and regret.

Song Xian felt uncomfortable hearing that he couldn't stop coughing. In the past few days, he had seen Yidu Liu Erzu and others fleeing repeatedly. Yang An and others in Tai'an were still surrounded by the Jin army. Wu Yue was exhausted from repeatedly wandering in the Yimeng Mountains.

Running for his life... Song Xian had a lot of complaints accumulated in his heart, how could he not want to blame him! But when he saw him looking old and sick, he couldn't help but feel pity and hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Zhai... Master of the village... you are infected with the cold?

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Tan Mengting's eyes filled with tears in an instant: "Song Xian, in the entire Red Coat Village, I'm afraid you are the only one willing to call me the leader of the village now... You must hate your elder brother very much, it must be..." He sighed: "Recruitment... in the beginning...

, why should Gui Xinqiao accept the recruitment...Now the family is broken, the wife and the children are separated..."

He was coughing while talking, his face was sallow, and his voice was hoarse.

Song Xian comforted softly: "You lie down first. Where is the medicine? Is there any water?"

When Tan Mengting saw how busy he was, he burst into tears: "I wish we could ruin the family relief... I wish we could ruin the family relief..."

Song Xian was taking care of Tan Mengting to drink medicine. He was about to ask Tianjiao if he was here when he suddenly heard the rustling outside the door. He was startled and hurriedly opened the door with his sword. A shadow really passed by the door. How could Song Xian let him run away?

He immediately set out to chase him. Although the man walked lightly, he was not a highly skilled martial artist.

He was caught up by Song Xian within ten steps. Song Xian was about to hit him on the shoulder with a palm, but when he saw him turning around to look at her, he quickly retracted his palm - even if he hit himself, he couldn't hit her.

!In the mist, she is still beautiful even if she is not smiling, no longer lonely, no longer melancholy.

"Yu Ze?! Why are you here?!"

Yuze was as brave as before: "I heard from the Sixth Master that he saw many Jin spies when he came down the mountain, and he was afraid that they would follow and assassinate you and Tianjiao. I was worried, so I waited at the foot of the mountain and saw something very similar to you.

, so I followed, I..." He stopped talking.

Song Xian was startled: "I will be careful."

Yuze had already seen Tan Mengting walking out the door. She had seen him before, and sighed softly: "Master Tan is much older than before... Alas, in fact, if it weren't for his mistake, the Shandong Rebels would not be where they are today."

"Yes, the fates of many people are tied together, and the more they are tied together, the more they are tied together." Song Xian smiled, "If I could be re-elected, I should have returned to Shandong immediately. The Shandong Rebels may not be where they are today, and they will not hurt one more person.

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Yuze knew that what he said was not that simple, but he couldn't talk about love rashly. Even so, he still stretched out his hand to hold him and tell him that in fact, I had already figured it out and would never get entangled with Shengnan and Yin'er again.

.If you could re-elect, you shouldn't have pretended to have amnesia in the first place, you shouldn't have avoided it again and again, and you shouldn't have been involved in another Lanshan. But we didn't want to talk to each other, and we went around in thin air for several more years...

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But in the midst of the lightning and flint, Song Xian shouted "Who?", raised his sword and moved in another direction. With just one move, the uninvited guest appeared.

Tan Mengting was panic-stricken, and Yuze hurriedly stood in front of him. He saw the man and Song Xian fighting with their swords. In a blink of an eye, they had nearly ten moves back and forth. Tan Mengting said in surprise: "Yuze...what, what on earth is going on?"

What's going on?"

Yuze was calmer than him: "It's okay to talk about the village leader, Song Xian is here."

A thought occurred in my mind: I believe in him more than I believe in myself...? The past flashed by. Perhaps Song Xian had already lived in his heart, and he just didn't know it. There were two distinct worlds with him, love, close or far.

, vaguely visible.

Song Xian, I really want to take a look again, half a lamp among the flowers, a sword under the fog, silk threads that are more lingering than words and more pathos than poems. I also want to say to you, love is like the thread of dust in your hand.

, there is no first come, first served. I matured too late, but luckily I started to understand...

In the dark, Song Xian seemed to have sensed it, the sword was like a flowing spring, the main line gradually became brighter, and the secondary lines temporarily faded. After interweaving, the secondary lines have melted into the mainstream, and there is no trace of the intersection. However, once the opponent is caught in the sword situation,

The sword seemed to be split into multiple paths again, becoming more mysterious and more mysterious.

Concealed but not revealed, concealed but not revealed, the sword's intention is like this, and the affection is like this. The jade-faced little white dragon embodies the love for the sword, but it only takes twenty moves to force the opponent to panic. Yi Maishan's prediction comes true - as expected, Jin

There was a strange sword in the Song Dynasty. However, many relationships were wasted...

Yuze refused to look away for a moment.

Song Xian heard the sharp sound of the wind passing through the forest, and knew that there was still a strong enemy not far ahead, so he said softly: "Yuze, take the leader of Tan village back first!"

Yu Ze understood and immediately helped him to go into the house. Song Xian killed the assassin just now and immediately caught up with him to protect him. Suddenly, a half-blank light flashed and a loud noise hit his ears. Song Xian had quick eyes and quick hands, and he immediately took the shot.

In the white light, the three of them took a few steps back, and five assassins in black surrounded them, each with a fierce look in their eyes, as if they wanted to kill them.

However, no matter how hard the hundred-refined steel is, in the mind of Chusi Sword, it is only as brittle as paper, and it will fall into dust with just one blow. It is impossible even if Yuze doesn't believe it, the silk will come out, and there will be countless silks in one sword,

It was as bright as lightning, as startling as thunder, turned into light mist and thin rain, secretly made steel, steeled around the fingers, silent and cold sword, every move shocked Yuze's heart.

The swords were rising, and the wind and rain were shaking, and the swords fell and the ghosts and gods were weeping. The five swordsmen were injured either lightly or seriously. They were anxious and frightened. They all retreated. They didn't know how Song Xian completed such sword skills, and they stood frozen.

Song Xian was about to cover Yu Ze and Tan Meng Ting when he returned to the house. Suddenly, there was a sudden cold light above his head. He screamed secretly and raised his sword to meet. The oncoming weapon was unexpectedly curved, as flexible as a snake and as clever as a spring.

, the rebuke was strong and wavering. Despite the sudden change, Song Xian remained unchanged in response to the changes. He grabbed the center of the cold light with his sword and moved away. Unexpectedly, the cold light suddenly curled into a spiral shape. Song Xian's blow hit the target exactly.

In the spiral hollow!

What a mysterious swordsmanship! Song Xian finally saw what this weapon looked like. It was a light and soft sword. Although the blade was thin, it had no shape. The man who wielded it was a middle-aged man in his thirties who wielded it freely and freely.

Although Song Xian fell into his trap, it was not too late. He stopped moving forward and wandered left and right. The sword energy of the silk sword captured people. The man knew that he intended to escape from the spiral hollow and smiled coldly: "You can cut my world apart."

Only by using the sword can we get out!" After saying that, he applied more force, and the Qiankun Sword moved forward, and the light of the sword had already reached Song Xian's wrist.

Song Xian chuckled softly, and the Silk Sword suddenly flicked out of his hand, cleverly squeezing out of the spiral sword light. Song Xian immediately stepped back, and his hand had left the danger of the Qiankun Sword. Everyone present was shocked.

, Song Xian used his strength, and the Silk Silk Sword returned to his hand, and he swung it again, like thousands of rays of light unparalleled in the world, hitting the exquisitely conceived Qiankun Sword.

The man laughed loudly: "The Silk Sword! It's really a good swordsmanship! That kid Zheng Miyun is worth dying for!"

"The Qiankun Sword... one of the twelve primordial gods... binds Qiankun?" Yang Songxian's face darkened.

"Yes, it's true that I have the same martial arts rankings in the north and south of the Jin Kingdom, which is probably the same as yours in the Song Kingdom." Shu Qiankun said. His skill with just one sword could hit the rope, turn it into a wheel, and spin in a spiral way.

It's so clever that it has already broken through the category of soft swords.

Song Xian was still reminiscing, and Shu Qiankun suddenly turned to look at Yuze: "Lan Yuze, although you are famous as the most beautiful woman in the world, it's a pity that your success in the world depends on more than just your beauty." After saying this, the soft sword suddenly came out and pointed sharply.

Yuze!

Song Xian then stabbed his sword horizontally, forcibly changing his direction. Shu Qiankun turned his backhand and entangled Song Xian's sword throughout his body. However, in that instant, the Silk Silk Sword disappeared as if it was invisible. In the blink of an eye, it suddenly appeared again.

release

, stabbed Shu Qiankun back with the soft sword. Since Shu Qiankun couldn't wrap around his sword for a while, he didn't care about the direction of the silk sword. He swiped it and pointed towards Lan Yuze again, smiling and asking: "Yang Songxian, you want her life."

, or my life?!"

Song Xian knew that he was deliberately avoiding the confrontation and returned the sword angrily. Seeing that he was passive, Shu Qiankun smiled coldly and said he would fight back, hitting him on the wrist with the sword: "Sure enough, Yang Songxian is the one who was rumored to be.

Just like that, I am obsessed with beauty."

"Build the world, just hit if you want, why hurt innocent people?" Song Xian was so angry that he struck out with his sword again. The method of the sword is flexible, and it can be lengthened or shortened. Although it does not fully reveal its essence, it is still enough to show its beauty.

"Song Xian, you try to concentrate as much as possible, I will protect yourself." Yuze said.

"You are talking arrogant words! All five of you, come together!" Shu Qiankun gave an order. Song Xian's expression changed when he heard the words. When he saw someone who wanted to threaten Yuze, he raised his sword to kill him. He had never been so cruel, killing with one sword, killing with one sword.

In the middle, one sword hit the heart, and the other two retreated in fear. Just in the process of these three swords, he had already suffered three injuries due to distraction...

And when Song Xian was about to concentrate on fighting Shu Qiankun, Shu Qiankun had already taken action to deal with Yuze. How could a Qiankun Sword of the Twelve Souls use his own weakness... How could Song Xian allow him to succeed?

Pulling back his sword, Shu Qiankun smiled confidently, and suddenly swung his hand again, two or three times faster than before.

He passed by Song Xian so fast that he didn't even have time to close his eyes. Just as Yuze was about to step back, he heard a clang. Song Xian saved him in time and threw the silk thread. It was intercepted by the force, but he was blocked.

He did not touch Yu Ze, but at this moment, Shu Qiankun's expression was strange. Instead of sheathing the sword and returning, he flicked his hand slightly, and the soft sword actually lengthened again.

It turns out that this soft sword is folded and hidden in the sleeve, and it grows longer and longer, like a rope and a thread, infinitely. This sword is based on the sword just now, and it can be said that it is more sudden than the sword before. Song Xian has no time to pick up the silk, Yu Ze

Just taking a step back, Shu Qiankun turned and the tip of his sword hit Yuze's cheek. Yuze used his sword to block it, but there was no time.

Due to his great strength, Song Xian had no time to think, and immediately took hold of the soft sword and pulled it back. His hand was suddenly red, whether it was rust or blood. Shu Qiankun's plan succeeded and he began to take the sword back. Yu Ze secretly screamed, "It's not good."

Because of himself, Shu Qiankun has taken full initiative, and the soft sword is now rubbing against Song Xian's palm...

Suddenly, Yuze felt that he was so stupid, so stupid. This man did this for himself. So, Lan Yuze, do you have any questions to ask? Even if you say something like "I like the feedback you get, I'm sorry", I already have it in my heart.

Without you, what's the big deal? The leader is right, there is no need to be reserved anymore. There is no need to hurt others just because you are afraid of getting hurt.

At the critical moment, Yang Songxian fished it out with his right hand and controlled the silk sword in his hand. The sound of the flowing water was enough to confuse the fake with the real one, but the sword was like rain like a stream, scattered in form and spirit, and the flowing water had no end. And the Qiankun Sword

Although the characteristics of

It has nothing to do with the word "Qiankun", but it is undoubtedly the pinnacle of soft swords. At this moment, although Yuze is not a martial arts master, he can see that the two are equally matched, so he does not dare to move even half a step to avoid being affected.
To be continued...