One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 183 182: A man comes with a lamp
Ximending's sword suddenly drew a silver vortex, and Huang Miaohua lost control of her sword in an instant. She felt that her consciousness, which was placed in the sword, seemed to have fallen into a madly spinning windmill, and had lost its direction, and her thoughts were scattered.

This is a sword technique he created himself, called Whirlpool Sword Light.

The dust was also sucked into the sword light and was entangled with the sword.

Huang Miaohua's sword was unexpectedly sealed by Chunyu Yan's yellow earth, and it lost its spirituality, so she could no longer control it.

Ximending swung the sword, and the sword wrapped in yellow earth was thrown onto the wall on the side and stabbed deeply into it.

Chunyu Yan appeared in the distance. She was very surprised and waved the Michen Banner in her hand again. This time, a yellowish-brown light came out and rolled towards Ximending.

Ximen Ding took a step forward and stabbed towards Huang Miaohua.

The sword was as fast as a beam of light.

Huang Miaohua flicked her sleeves, a ray of light flew out from her sleeves, and she herself flew backwards.

However, Ximending raised the sword in his hand, and the sword light flew up at an incredibly fast speed. He still rushed towards Huang Miaohua, with the sword light shining extremely sharply. He and the sword became one, and his body was wrapped in the sword light.

Huang Miaohua only felt that when her sword approached Ximending Ding, it would have a sense of stagnation, and the opponent's sword gave her an inexplicable sense of spirituality. It was obviously just a hand-held sword, but it could intercept her flying sword.

Her body flew backwards,
She waved her hand, and the dust on the sword that was stuck in the wall flew away. The light on the sword surged again, and it was pulled out from thin air, turning into a ray of light and slashing towards Ximending. The sword that had just been picked up also made a circle and came back, stabbing towards Huang Miaohua from the side.

However, Ximending's sword was extremely fast. Her two sword lights were outside, and she was too late to avoid it when she retreated backwards.

There was nervousness in Huang Miaohua's eyes. She was good at swordsmanship, and the only escape technique she knew was sword escape. But now her sword was out of reach, and she felt out of reach.

Ximending's eyes were calm. With this move, he had killed many experts in flying swords with his sword. In his opinion, a fight between life and death was so simple. All he had to do was to avoid the opponent's killing move and attack the opponent's body directly.

He swung his sword with such speed that few people could dodge or block it.

At this moment, a yellow light appeared among them and rolled towards Ximending.

At this moment, he knew that this yellow light was different from the dust before.

The sword light on his hand became brighter, but it rushed upwards, avoiding the yellow light.

Huang Guang was chasing Ximending intelligently. The flying sword controlled by Huang Miaohua had returned to her side, and she felt relieved.

Although she had cooperated with her sister Chunyu Yan many times and had confidence in her sister, she still couldn't help being nervous when facing life and death.

The two swords returned to her body, and she immediately calmed down. With a thought, one of the swords flashed with a brilliant silver light and flew towards Ximending.

As for the other sword, she had learned from her lesson and held it in her hand, ready to guard against the opponent getting close to her at any time.

She felt that her close combat swordsmanship was pretty good and wanted to give it a try.

However, close combat with swords was more dangerous. If there was danger, her sister would not be able to save her in time, and she could not cooperate with her sister. So she knew that it would be best for her to fight from a distance with her sister.

At this time, her sword path changed again.

It was no longer piercing and slashing like before, but like a dragonfly skimming the water, mainly using dots, strokes and slashes, forming a sword net that entangled it in the void.

Try not to get caught in the opponent's sword circle.

She knew very well that as long as her sword could stop him and prevent him from stabbing towards her sister, her sister's magic would continue to erode his protective sword light and eventually kill him.

Gan Jingchen over there was a little surprised that Ximending Ding was actually frustrated. The spells of the two female monks actually blocked Ximending Ding. He was sure that none of them would be Ximending Ding's opponent. It was already good enough that he could escape from Ximending Ding's sword, but the two of them cooperated very well.

One person was flying a sword to entangle Ximending, while another person was driving a banner from a distance. She stretched out her hand and pulled a wisp of yellow mist from the banner beside her into her palm, and released it into the air like a living being. The yellow mist was like a tangible yellow snake, and it quickly swam to Ximending's side and bit him. Although it was chopped off by the sword light from Ximending's body every time, the yellow snake continued to linger.

Gan Jingchen saw that Ximending was trapped and unable to win for a while.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the old man in front of him.

He could see that Che Chi Xingmu was in a gloomy mood and was a Zifu who would not live long. But it was precisely because of this that he was unwilling to fight with him. The other party was a dying man, and death would be the same whether it happened a few years earlier or later. If he was seriously injured by this man who would not live long, that would be the greatest loss.

Che Chixing seemed to see some of his concerns, and couldn't help but sneer: "You came here in a hurry to make a contribution, but when the time comes, you have many concerns. Why don't you go home and stay at home? Why bother walking around in the Pacification Office?"

Gan Jingchen was slightly angry and said, "I just feel sorry for your old age and the fact that you didn't have a good end, so I'm giving you time to think. Since you want to die early, I'll grant your wish."

After he finished speaking, he called out to the man behind him, "Bu Suanzi, is the altar not set up yet?"

"Okay!" Bu Suanzi's voice came from behind.

Gan Jingchen felt relieved. As long as Bu Suanzi's altar was set up, it would be easier for him to kill Che Chixing in front of him.

The fortune teller knelt on the ground, with small black flags inserted in the four directions of the small altar. He took out a talisman, burned it, and began to pray, as if he was asking for help from a god, or praying to heaven.

Afterwards, a black needle appeared in his hand and he stabbed it towards the forehead of the clay figure on the altar.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a fire in his eyes and couldn't help but turn his head to look. The fire came from the corner of another house. It seemed that another family heard the noise and came out with a flashlight to see what was happening outside.

He could vaguely see the person in the light, but the moment his eyes saw the light, he felt as if he was being stabbed by the light.

This made him blink.

However, even after closing my eyes, the feeling of the flames shining in my eyes still did not disappear. My eyes were still enveloped by the flames, and the light seemed to be fixed in my pupils. The slightly dazzling feeling turned into a burning pain, which quickly intensified.

He couldn't help but shout out.

His shouting alarmed the others.

Whether it was Gan Jingchen, Ximen Ding, Chunyu Yan, or Huang Miaohua, they all looked over.

Then he saw a man holding a lamp coming out of the darkness, but the light of the lamp seemed to be only a ray, shining on Bu Suanzi from a distance, and flames were coming out of Bu Suanzi's seven orifices.

Gan Jingchen wanted to save her, but after seeing this scene he knew it was too late.

He couldn't help but look at the man holding the lantern. He saw him walking towards him from a distance, step by step, with the light on. When he came to Bu Suanzi's side, Bu Suanzi's head had been burned into a charred ball and he fell to the ground, motionless.

Gan Jingchen also saw the other person clearly. He was a man wearing an ordinary blue Taoist robe. He stood tall and solemnly, had a round face, loose hair, and held a lamp in his hand.

Gan Jingchen frowned slightly, but was overjoyed in his heart, and said, "Are you the murderer who attacked and killed the forty-third prince?"

Zhao Fuyun looked at the other person but did not say anything.

The light in his hand seemed to sway with the wind, suddenly dimmed, and then suddenly lit up again, the light was very bright.

Faintly, he saw the man holding the lantern in the firelight pointing his hand towards him. The figure in the light could not be seen clearly, but it was extremely tall and had a majestic aura.

"burn!"

Gan Jingchen felt the meaning of fire burning all things in this magic spell!
(End of this chapter)