Magical Mystery Tour

Chapter 10 Sword of Justice

Qin Cangyu complained secretly. He thought that Zhang Kuang was as arrogant as Yang Lin, but he didn't expect that his cultivation was really strong.

The scarlet sword spirit is getting closer and closer to him, and Qin Cangyu seems to smell a pungent smell of blood.

No, this defense alone will soon be broken. Attack is the best defense, asshole!

The sword of justice in Qin Cangyu's hand was stirred up, and the white light shot out, which directly scattered the scarlet sword spirit and shook the ice sword away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly retreated.

"Good ability, can block my nine layers of skills." There was praise in Zhang Kuang's eyes.

Yang Lin looked at it from the side. Seeing that Zhang Kuang did not kill Qin Cangyu with this blow, he secretly felt a pity.

"Ha ha, I have only used five layers of power. Have you used nine layers?"

Zhang Kuang's sword was a little evil. After Qin Cangyu opened the safe distance, he dared to ask back.

"Good boy, don't retreat. Let's continue."

Zhang Kuang's n***d muscles seemed to be stronger than just now. Yang Lin saw that he was accumulating strength.

Zhang Kuang's swordsmanship is a little special. Whenever he can't break the defense, he will rebuild his strength to make his next attack more fierce.

How could Qin Cangyu not see the wild idea? His face was full of disdain: "You consumed a lot of true anger last time, didn't you? If you want to launch the next attack, you are thinking about it!"

This is the truth of the world that kills you while you are sick. Now let you taste my power!

Qin Cang mentioned the sword of justice, and the simple sword began to shine with a little white light, and the surroundings began to calm down, without any wind and grass.

Then, a powerful sword of justice burst out and swept around wantonly.

"Haoran is upright! Confucianism!" Zhang Kuang was a little surprised. This boy turned out to be a Confucian. Confucianism is the first in the world, and there are countless people with high cultivation.

Yan Zeng, the leader of Confucianism, is called Yan Sheng by the world. His cultivation is unfathomable, and even the suzerain of the divine realm has to give up three feet in front of Yan Zeng! Confucian power can be seen!

Zhang Kuang glanced at Yang Lin behind him. How did this useless brother provoke Confucianism and involve himself?

It seems difficult to be good tonight, so let's fight. There is no living person under the ice sword. No matter who you are or what your identity is, I am Zhang Kuang!

A sense of oppression, a strong sense of oppression.

Yang Lin felt that he was suppressed by an invisible force. He didn't expect that Qin Cangyu, a boy, had such cultivation. Now he was not sure whether the eldest brother Zhang Kuang could defeat the other party.

He wanted to shout but couldn't open his legs. He wanted to shout but couldn't open his mouth. He could only cast helpless eyes at Zhang Kuang.

Zhang Kuang knew that only his own cultivation was still good in the whole snow-falling school, and the rest of the younger brothers were all roles of soy sauce.

In addition to flattering their masters, they just followed Yang Lin to fool around every day, and did not practice at all.

Zhang Kuang was still expressionless and indifferent, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. He was just a stone statue that could not move.

When Haoran's spirit rushed in front of Zhang Kuang, Qin Cangyu moved and flew to Zhang Kuang, carrying Haoran's righteous air.

The momentum of this sword was so strong that everyone was stunned.

Yang Lin was even more frightened. He even felt that if this sword was cut down by himself, I'm afraid that he would be torn to pieces by Haoran's righteousness before he was next to the sword of justice!

If I had known, I shouldn't have provoked this boy, let alone let Zhang Kuang vent his anger on him.

He doesn't care about Zhang Kuang's life and death. He only cares about Zhang Kuang's death. What should he do if he meets a strong enemy in the future?

If he dies like crazy, will this boy kill himself by the way?

When the sword of justice was cut down, Zhang was furious, and the bloodthirsty instinct in his body became restless.

The ice sword has killed too many people. The body of the sword, which was originally transparent, has now turned blood red. This is blood, the blood of the dead soul under the sword!

As his name goes, Zhang Kuanren was full of strength, and the b****y and manic breath burst out of his whole body, and the b****y fog surrounded Qin Cangyu.

The bloodthirsty ice sword is like a meteor shooting, straight to Qin Cangyu.

Qin Cangyu was wrapped in blood fog, and there was only blood red in the world in front of him. He couldn't see anything clearly. He could only cut off the sword with his feeling.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a pain in my chest, and a cold feeling quickly spread from my chest to my whole body.

Qin Cangyu lost more than half of the momentum of the sword of justice, but he still felt that something had been cut.

Haoran's righteousness collided head-on with the blood fog, stirred and diffused, and uprooted the surrounding grass and trees.

More than a dozen disciples of the Luoxue School were seriously injured and lay on the ground coughing up blood, but Yang Lin hid behind Zhang Kuang and suffered only some minor injuries.

The scarlet blood fog soon dissipated. Qin Cangyu saw that the sword of justice was cut on Zhang Kuang's shoulder, and the whole sword body was not in his shoulders.

Zhang Kuang half knelt on the ground, and his left hand was weak to droop down.

Qin Cangyu looked happy, but soon he noticed the ice sword on his chest.

The sword body had penetrated the whole chest, and there was only one hilt left. He only felt that his strength had been drained, and he fell to the ground.

"I'm still injured. It's really abominable!" Qin Cangyu looked down at the hilt of the sword and said to himself.

Zhang Kuang cast a praiseful look at Qin Cangyu: "Confucianism really lives up to its reputation. What kind of sword is this?"

Qin Cangyu raised his head and said proudly, "This sword is called "justice", which represents benevolence, righteousness, courtesy and wisdom. It was cultivated by the ancestors of Confucian Confucius and Meng with Haoran righteousness."

"Good sword!" Zhang Kuang praised.

Qin Cangyu stared at the sword on Zhang Kang's shoulder: "It's a pity that the sword of justice can only play 3.3 of the time in my hand. I don't know why Saint Yan gave it to me, if..."

"Oh..." He sighed sadly.

"It's you, five or three thick, but with such a slender sword, you look like a woman." He didn't forget to mock.

Zhang Kuang did not answer this question. He slowly stood up and stretched out his right hand to pull out Tai Wenjian from his shoulder. His expression did not change during the whole process.

At this moment, Yang Lin, who was frightened, woke up. He saw Qin Cangyu sitting on the ground, with an ice sword in his chest. He had no ability to resist. At this time, when would it be better not to take poison?

"Bad boy, go to hell!"

Yang Lin's face showed a trace of harshness. As he spoke, he pulled out a short sword from his waist and stabbed Qin Cangyu.

"Brother! No!"

Zhang Kuang was surprised. He wanted to stretch out his left hand to stop him, but he couldn't move at all.

Qin Cangyu wanted to avoid it, but he was injured by the ice sword, and the cold poison spread all over his body. He couldn't move at all. He watched Yang Lin stab him.

"It's a pity that I died at the hands of such a villain before I had a duel with Jianzong. I humiliated Confucianism. It's really not worth it."

Qin Cangyu raised his head, slowly closed his eyes, and muttered to himself.