"Changqing, you are really loyal. At this time, you still remember to come and save me." Cao Zhengchun coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth and said with great joy. Su Changqing said nothing, and the Frost and Snow Blade came out horizontally, moving forward indifferently and fearlessly. Tyrant Blade! Absolute God Slash! The sound of the sword was so loud, the golden light was dazzling, the killing intent was overwhelming, and it contained terrifying power. This sword was really amazing, pointing directly at the golden Buddha in front of him. Pudu Cihang put his hands together, and the golden fist was dazzling, like a huge rock, hammering the sword light away. Su Changqing spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were as cold and sharp as lightning, but he flew with the power, and thick white fog rose. In the thick white fog, a figure came to kill, his figure was as black as ink, his hands clenched the long sword, raised it above his head, and rushed to kill quickly. Kill the God with a sword! The four red-robed lamas, with cold eyes, their bodies exploded and retreated, like ghosts, dissipating in the air.
Su Changqing slashed the air with a knife, frowned slightly, and quickly retreated, landing beside Cao Zhengchun. These are all characters in "A Chinese Ghost Story", and they are very amazing. These four red-robed lamas are also monsters, and they almost killed Zuo Qianhu. "Ba Dao? You are Su Changqing, and that person, is it Cao Zhengchun?" Li Lianying looked at the two black-robed figures with a horrified face. He suddenly realized at this moment that these two people came here to kill him. Su Changqing and he had a deep hatred, and Cao Zhengchun coveted that he was deeply loved by the emperor and empress. The soul-demanding Buddhist sound resounded outside the hall, and Pu Du Ci Hang had a solemn face, like an illusory golden Buddha, and his lips opened slightly. Layers of air waves rolled in, and Su Changqing spurted out a mouthful of blood and quickly tapped his own acupoints. This demonic sound is extremely terrifying, it can hurt people's souls and shake their internal organs. If you don't pay attention for a while, you will be enslaved by it. Cao Zhengchun and Su Changqing looked at each other and burst out at the same time, fighting desperately. "Escape to the left." Su Changqing's lips moved slightly, and the voice was transmitted into the secret passage. On the far left was the position of Li Lianying. Cao Zhengchun nodded slightly, and the white light around him condensed into substance. The Tiangang Yuanqi protected himself and resisted the four red-robed lamas. "All rivers return to the sea!" The next moment, the Tiangang Yuanqi exploded, and the four people flew backwards, spurting out a mouthful of blood, bright red and dazzling. Cao Zhengchun destroyed his own Tiangang Yuanqi, the strength that burst out of the Tiangang Nine Heavens was really terrifying. "Want to leave?" In the distance, Pudu Cihang said calmly. His voice was low, but extremely majestic. "Put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha on the spot, put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha on the spot..." The two people's faces changed, and their ears closed automatically, but the sound sounded like thunder in the depths of their minds.
Su Changqing and Cao Zhengchun's bodies exploded, and the flying knives thrown by the four red-robed lamas pierced their chests and abdomens, and blood splattered and stirred the sky. The two fell to the ground, quickly stood up, and looked around again, with tiger eyes looking coldly. "It's not a pity for a servant like Zhengchun to die here today, but it's a pity that Your Majesty is fooled by such a monster." Cao Zhengchun sighed with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes. "Help me." Su Changqing took a deep breath, his eyes slightly condensed, and said quickly. "Explode the Tiangang Yuanqi again to force the four people back." "Okay, if you can escape today, you won't be a deputy factory master, and you will be the factory master of my West Factory after today!" Cao Zhengchun said decisively. The innate Gangqi in his body surged, protecting himself again, and also protecting Su Changqing beside him. The life-demanding Sanskrit sound finally stopped ringing in Su Changqing's mind. He took a deep breath and glanced at everyone in front of him indifferently. "Have you ever seen snow falling on earth?" Su Changqing spoke calmly, his voice low and deep, and he came step by step. His crystal hair instantly turned golden, as golden as silk. With one step, he instantly turned into a golden man, with vast golden light, dazzling and terrifying, and sword-like eyebrows flying into his temples. The frost and snow knife in his hand slashed across the ground, dazzling golden light, dazzling ice crystals, and snowflakes falling all over the sky. In this summer and autumn season, the snow in August is like a world of ice and snow. It makes people tremble in their hearts. Li Lianying was stunned, and even Pudu Cihang was a little stunned. This sword technique is a perfect match with Su Changqing's frost and snow knife. It is as cold as death, and those snowflakes are all sword light. "Kill!" In the thick white snow, Su Changqing roared to the sky, peerless and independent, with murderous thoughts and sharp eyes, which made Cao Zhengchun tremble in his heart. As expected of Su Qianhu, he is really amazing. The four red-robed lamas retreated at high speed, but Su Changqing suddenly turned around and retreated. Under the cover of thick white snow, his tracks could not be seen clearly. Cao Zhengchun also reacted and turned around and fled. "As expected of Captain Su." Cao Zhengchun admired in his heart. What's the use of killing four red-robed lamas? Pudu Cihang is the real invincible. The soul-demanding Sanskrit sound and the transformation into a big Buddha are already immortal means. Moving mountains and filling the sea is not difficult. I'm afraid only the martial saint realm can match it. The martial saint is a completely different realm, and Cao Zhengchun has not yet reached it. In the world of snowflakes, the snowflakes bloomed, cold as frost, Su Changqing came quickly, and the extremely fine golden silk in his hand passed by. He is still in the state of a golden man, breaking mountains and rivers with his strength, pulling the thousand-year-old golden silk. How amazing it is, the layers of eaves were cut in half by him, as neat as a knife. At the gate below, Li Lianying, who was stunned, suddenly changed his expression, but before he could gather his true energy to protect his body, a blood mark appeared on his neck. His lips slightly parted, and he looked at Su Changqing in disbelief.
"You are running for your life, but you can still kill me?" "Donor, you have too much killing intent. You should become my disciple." Pudu Cihang stared, and the golden Buddha grabbed and pointed directly at Su Changqing. The huge golden palm was simply indestructible, and the golden light was dazzling. In comparison, Su Changqing was just a smaller golden man. Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around and punched out, his bones broke, blood splattered, and the golden bones broke. He took advantage of the force to retreat, and in an instant, he fled from this battlefield hundreds of meters away. "That's cruel! I'll come too!" Cao Zhengchun praised, and the Tiangang Yuanqi condensed, and he also punched over. Above the sky, the thick clouds slowly dispersed, and a bright moon appeared in the sky, with stars dotted, beautiful and extremely breathtaking. Pudu Cihang looked at the bright moon and instantly lost his patience. The golden fist, shining with golden light, smashed towards Cao Zhengchun from top to bottom, with huge force and waves, rumbling and piercing. Cao Zhengchun's face changed instantly. Why did Su Changqing take the punch, but I'm just hitting him? He retreated at a high speed, and the whole hall was smashed down by the giant Buddha. Countless broken stones and wood flew everywhere. Cao Zhengchun was injured by the air wave and vomited blood. The two of them were no match for Pudu Cihang. "Venerable, let's go after them." "Wait, my Dharma body was injured by Su Changqing's Tyrant Sword, and I need to change my skin. I want to show my original form, so I won't care about them for now." Pudu Cihang frowned slightly, and his wrist was torn apart under the flesh. It was injured by Su Changqing's Tyrant Sword, and black blood flowed. A finger of dark bone armor stretched out from it, dark and eerie, and it was breathtaking. It was not a human being, but a thousand-year-old centipede spirit, hiding in the palace of the Great Shang Dynasty, swallowing the aura of the real dragon to prolong its life. ..................