Chapter 2222 Zhong Shenxiu: Haha!

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2222 Zhong Shenxiu: Haha!

When Fang Qingxue saw this scene, her beautiful eyes tightened, and for the first time another expression appeared on her cold and noble face. It was an expression of surprise. There were ripples in her heart. She dodged a steel fork and waved her fist again.

It blasted out violently, and the violent storm directly knocked Feitian Yaksha away.

This girl, who is as clear as the bright moon and as cold as ice and snow, fights extremely violently. When she waves her fists and feet, she brings up bursts of strong wind. She is extremely fierce and overbearing. In the blink of an eye, she kills the two flying yakshas.

Bombed into a puddle

Ni, then stopped fighting, looked around, saw the target, rushed forward again, and surrounded the three flying yakshas in one breath. Obviously, this was challenging his own limits. The battle was full of thrills, and the breath was all gone.

A little confused.

Zhong Shenxiu sheathed his sword. Except for the flying yaksha faced by Fang Qingxue and Fang Zetao, he killed all the others. Only some low-level underground demons were left. The soldiers could deal with it. The situation was clear and there was no need for him to continue.

Take action.

Zhong Shenxiu heard the violent sound coming from not far away, and turned around to see, Shengxue in white clothes, her fists were like artillery, she was like a goddess, and her shape was like a ghost. Fang Qingxue's fists were indestructible, and she kept bombarding the flying yaksha who besieged her, one after another.

The air waves rolled, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the void.

"This little girl is always competitive, but in the realm of psychics, she actually dared to fight one against three and firmly suppress the three flying yakshas in the heroic realm. It is really amazing!"

Although the level of cultivation of Feitian Yaksha is lower than that of Fang Qingxue, his strong Qi and blood, stronger physique, and innate divine power are enough to compete with ordinary human masters in the psychic realm. Fang Qingxue can definitely be regarded as a three-headed flying Yaksha alone.

The top masters in the psychic realm can only achieve this kind of combat power if they have an extremely deep background and foundation. They are geniuses among geniuses, with amazing talents. Even in the Yuhua Sect, there are very few disciples with such outstanding qualifications. They are true immortals.

seed.

Fang Zetao on the other side was holding a sword, with exquisite sword moves and veteran experience. He was able to fight five Feitian Yaksha alone with ease and ease. The cold light shone, leaving a series of wounds on the hard scales of Feitian Yaksha, enough to

An inch deep, bright blood flowed from the wound, and the whole air was filled with a fishy smell, making people frown.

"Ho!" "Ho!" "Ho!" "Ho!" "Ho!" "Ho!" "Ho!"

The five ferocious flying yakshas were very aggrieved by Fang Zetao's suppression, and they all let out angry roars.

Fang Zetao has experienced many battles and has a stern expression. The sharp sword in his hand does not pause at all. His moves are vicious and strict. He continues to bleed Feitian Yaksha and boil frogs in warm water, gradually expanding his advantage without any anxiety.

, steady and steady.

Zhong Shenxiu withdrew his gaze and looked at the army officers. They had relied on their numerical advantage and tacit cooperation to kill all the underground demons. Everyone was full of evil aura, covered with stinking blood, and they were fierce.

His expression was very terrifying.

"drink!"

A sound of clear roar came. Fang Qingxue, an expert in art, was brave. Under the siege of three flying yakshas, ​​he became even more crazy. He almost jumped in front of a yaksha with the sharp blade of the steel fork, and punched him fiercely.

On the opponent's chest, the fist is like a handle

Like a war hammer, it smashed Feitian Yaksha's sternum, leaving a huge hole open from front to back. Feitian Yaksha fell violently to the ground. Fang Qingxue twisted his body again, retracted his blood-stained fist, and blasted a Feitian Yaksha steel behind him.

Fork on.

"Bang!"

The steel fork made of refined iron suddenly bent and turned into an iron bow, which showed that Fang Qingxue's fist was harder than gold and iron and was powerful.

Under Feitian Yaksha's horrified gaze, Fang Qingxue suddenly kicked out, and her white embroidered shoes stepped hard on Feitian Yaksha's chest.

"Click! Click! Click!"

There was a sound of intensive bone breaking, and the flying yaksha flew out upside down, with a look of pain on its hideous face, blood continuously pouring out of its mouth, and its eyes were filled with disbelief, and the light in its eyes gradually dimmed.

, the body’s path of death disappears.

The last flying yaksha took this opportunity to pierce Fang Qingxue's ribs with the sharp blade in his hand. The strong wind was sharp and made a hissing sound that cut through the air. Fang Qingxue took a deep breath, twisted her hips and turned her body, as if

Like a boneless body, he dodged this fierce blow, and his body suddenly returned to its position like a rotating spring.

With a loud roar, he exhaled the turbid air in his chest and abdomen, and his palm turned into a knife, and he slashed out violently. The knife was extremely sharp, and it brought an invisible air blade across the last flying yaksha.

A bloody arrow shot out of his neck, and a head flew through the air. It fell to the ground, rolled around a few times, his eyes widened, and he refused to rest in silence.

Fang Qingxue's face turned even paler. She had just exploded in one breath, her energy and blood were severely depleted, her momentum dropped, and she let down her guard.

Suddenly, a violent wind came from behind, and the invisible air waves blew Fang Qingxue's hair. She turned around in horror and saw that the flying Yaksha whose chest was blasted was not dead. He was pretending to be dead and cheating.

Fang Qingxue.

The amazing vitality of Feitian Yaksha is simply beyond imagination. A pair of iron fists hit Fang Qingxue's back hard, with a ferocious smile on his face, his fangs exposed, and his mouth full of blood foam. This is this Feitian Yaksha

The last blow was a move of death. The terrifying injury of this flying yaksha meant that he could only deliver such a blow.

Fang Qingxue had no idea that such an unexpected thing would happen, and she had no time to react. Her starry eyes widened, and a flash of horror flashed across her face. She was completely unprepared for this blow, and was about to disappear.

"call out!"

A stream of light flashed, a cold light shone, and a sharp sword penetrated Feitian Yaksha's head. The pair of iron fists quietly stopped an inch from Fang Qingxue's back, unable to move forward any further.

Zhong Shenxiu walked slowly towards Fang Qingxue. Under her shocked eyes, she pulled out the sharp sword from Feitian Yaksha's head. There was no blood on the sword. It killed people without getting blood. It was so sharp. The sword was sheathed.

Shenxiu then looked at Fang Qingxue and made a sound that he didn't know what it meant.

"Tsk tsk!"

Fang Qingxue's heart was ups and downs at this moment. She was no longer as cold and frosty as usual. She frowned slightly and said unhappily.

"What do you mean?"

"I was just careless, they are not my opponents!"

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the unconvinced Fang Qingxue, rolled his eyes upwards, and made a sarcastic sound.

"hehe!"

Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyebrows stood up, a cluster of flames flashed in her cold and clear eyes, she became a little angry with embarrassment, and secretly complained in her heart.

"Haha? I really want to punch him in the face!"

Zhong Shenxiu seemed to sense Fang Qingxue's unkind gaze. Her eyes swept over Fang Qingxue's quietly clenched fists. She didn't give her a chance to get angry at all. She turned around and left without saying a word. Fang Qingxue behind her was so angry that her teeth were itching.

But there was nothing she could do. After all, the other party took action and saved her life.

Fang Zetao may have been shocked by what happened on Fang Qingxue's side, and he neglected to fight steadily, so his moves became fierce and ferocious. Within a moment, the sword in his hand was dripping with bright blood, and all five flying yakshas around him were dead.

"Qingxue, how could you be so careless? If the Seventh Prince hadn't taken action this time, you would have died! Why don't you thank the Seventh Prince for saving your life?"

Fang Zetao looked solemn and scolded his daughter. He was really shocked just now. Fang Qingxue is the seed of immortality. If something unexpected happens, the hope of the Fang family's rise will be gone.

Fang Qingxue had regained her calm state of mind at this time, with a cold expression, nodded slightly, walked to Zhong Shenxiu with her father, bowed slightly, and thanked him coldly.

"Qingxue was rude just now. Thank you to the Seventh Prince for saving your life!"

There was a faint smile on Zhong Shenxiu's face, extremely bright, which seemed to bring light to this dim underground world. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he made a sound of unknown meaning again.

"hehe!"

Fang Qingxue's cold face couldn't help but have veins popping out. She was once again offended by Zhong Shenxiu. Her beautiful little fists were clenched again. An inexplicable impulse arose in her heart, wanting to touch Zhong Shenxiu's extremely handsome face.

Give him a hard punch.

Fang Zetao didn't know the grudge between the two. Seeing his daughter sincerely thanking him, he turned to look at the battlefield and gave instructions to the soldiers under his command.

"Clean the battlefield!"

"Here!"

All the soldiers took orders one after another, restrained Pao Ze's body on the battlefield, and dealt last blows to the underground demon who had not yet died. They were very careful and cautious, making Zhong Shenxiu nod frequently. He was indeed an elite soldier, but it was rare.

After cleaning the battlefield, Zhong Shenxiu and others inspected the underground world again, and no underground demons were encountered again. Apparently the underground cracks had been cleaned up, and Zhong Shenxiu could return to Lijing for business.

The group of people walked out of the crack in the ground and saw the sky again. The bright sunshine shone on them, giving people a different feeling. Zhong Shenxiu looked back at the dark and damp entrance, with a somewhat sad look on his face.

"Master Fang, the cracks in the underground have been completely cleared this time. I am going back to Beijing and will stay here soon!"

Fang Zetao was stunned when he heard this. Seeing the serious look on Zhong Shenxiu's face, he did not hold back. He nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Seventh Prince, I will report to Your Majesty the details of the suppression of underground demons this time, please don't worry!"

Fang Zetao's intention was very clear. He would not erase Zhong Shenxiu's contribution in this crackdown and allow Zhong Shenxiu to return to Beijing with peace of mind.

Zhong Shenxiu nodded nonchalantly, took the reins handed over by the deputy general next to him, got on his horse, and finally gave Fang Qingxue a hoot again, letting out a hearty smile, galloping his horse, and left the capital in the south.

"Hahaha! The green mountains will not change and the green water will always flow. We will see you again in the future!"

Fang Qingxue had blue veins on her forehead, puffed up by Zhong Shen's delicate little face, and her breathing was a little heavier. A look of anger flashed through her clear and bright eyes, and she stared at Zhong Shenxiu's retreating back hatefully.

Lijing, the capital of the Dali Dynasty, and the royal study room of the imperial palace.

Emperor Dali sat behind the desk, staring at the memorial in his hand and the ink pen instructions. He was busy non-stop. After a long time, he put down the ink pen in his hand. His face showed a bit of exhaustion, and he pinched it with his right hand.

Between his brows, he relieved his fatigue, and looked up at Zhong Shenxiu, who was standing respectfully below. His majestic voice echoed in the closed room, his voice low and powerful.

"Fang Zetao reported all your performance to me. You did a good job this time!"

Emperor Dali paused for a moment, and seeing that Zhong Shenxiu still looked calm and calm, he continued.

"Since you have completed the errand I gave you, I will give you one of the quotas for Yuhua Sect to recruit outer disciples this time!"
To be continued...