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Chapter 143 Killing and Saving People

Song Qianji released his consciousness to investigate carefully.

The spectators who came here tonight had different thoughts, and countless whispers were blown into his ears with the wind.

Watching the excitement and exclaiming and praising, fellow practitioners concentrate on studying, more monks subconsciously speculate for no reason, and think about the problem more complicated:

"Wei Zhenyu is young after all. If it were me, I would pretend to break the formation to confuse Ji Chen, and secretly send a team of silver armor to detour first."

"What you can think of, can't the other side think of it? Both sides are unwilling to give in. There must be some rare treasure hidden around here, and they are bound to get it."

"What kind of treasure is worth this, I'm afraid it's not just a rare treasure, it's a great opportunity. It's best if they lose both, so that we have a chance to reap the benefits of the fisherman!"

"Qianqu's team dared to set up an array here to intercept Wei Zhenyu, most likely because of Song Qianji's instigation. King Song hid in Qianqu and did not come out, but his disciples loyally took the lead for him."

Song Qianji heard it strangely.

What am I doing out here, am I the kind of person who bullies the little with the big and relies on the old to sell the old?

Even if they are not in the Blood River Valley, they still fight over who will eat the strange noodles and who will feed the iron beast tonight in Song Yuan.

The Lingzhu flickered more and more frequently.Song Qianji was overjoyed, and speeded up, like a wisp of green smoke floating in the dense forest.

The Red River roared like a sea of ​​blood.

The waves shattered the edge of the cliff, and the splashed mist hit the faces of the spectators, causing slight pain.

Silver lines like spider silk were faintly visible, and tornado water columns and vortexes appeared alternately.

The sound of the water was deafening, and those with low cultivation levels would experience severe pain in their eardrums and ringing in their ears if they stood a little closer.

Li Ciquan's complexion in Hezhong was slightly pale, and Ji Chen's lips in Yashang were pale.

Time passed, the shadow of the moon moved westward, and the outcome was hard to tell.

Master Fat Array murmured: "It's all about who can't hold on first."

Wei Zhenyu turned back suddenly, looked around for a week, and asked in a low voice, "Where is Song Xun?"

Captain Lu Zhou was stunned.

Unexpectedly, in such a tense situation, Wei Zhenyu still had time to care about a little talisman master in their team, and was moved in his heart for a moment: "Xiao Song said that the formation has changed a lot, his cultivation is not good, and he is prone to dizziness after watching for a long time, so hide behind and rest gone."

Jianxiu hurriedly said: "King Wei called him for something? I'll call him back right away."

Wei Zhenyu frowned: "No, let him hide."

He looked at Honghe again, and took a light breath: "I wish you victory."

"Decree!" Zhu Sheng watched the battle for a long time, and could no longer hold back his fighting spirit. He clasped his fists at Wei Zhenyu, rushed out of the cliff, stepped straight on the top of the waves, and shouted loudly:

"Mobei Zhu Sheng, come to learn the tricks of thousands of channel friends!"

With a movement of Li Cigou's formation, ten silver formations flew out, like a light cloud, supporting him from the turbulent sea.

Ji Chen was not alarmed, but heaved a sigh of relief: "Brother Meng, come and help me."

Holding the sword in his arms, Meng Heze complained to him: "Couldn't it be better to say it earlier, I'm going to grow hair when I stand up."

"Please!" Ji Chen pointed with five fingers, and a huge water column quickly condensed, like a mountain rising from the ground.

Meng Heze jumped and landed steadily on the peak.

Although Song Qianji was looking for someone, he still focused on the situation of the battle, vaguely listening to the monks:

"When the fight got to a critical point, King Wei suddenly sent someone to help, and directly sent a voice transmission, wouldn't it be better to catch Qianqu by surprise? Why did you shout so loudly?"

"Of course it's a deliberate reminder to the other side to make Qianqu get ready."

"If it's just the two of them, you can fight any way you want. No one will know about it anyway. But this battle will be widely circulated, and no one wants to use secret tricks to get the truth out. Just wait and see, Qian Qu will also shout."

Sure enough, Song Qianji heard Meng Heze's voice shaking the hills——

"Meng Heze under the gate of Song Yuan."

"Wei Zhenyu, why don't you come down together, and I'll hit you both alone."

There was a burst of cheers from the south bank, and the morale of Qianqu's disciples was greatly boosted.

Song Qianji was in a complicated mood.

I'm a loose cultivator, but each of you is more decent than the other, do you make better bamboo shoots?

Wei Zhenyu allowed the other side to applaud or clamor, his face remained expressionless.

Until Meng Heze said: "This sword of mine was forged by Senior Brother Song himself, and I haven't named it yet. Fellow Daoist across the way, I don't know what magic weapon you use?"

"Don't talk nonsense with him." Wei Zhenyu sent a voice transmission to Zhu Sheng, "Quick battle and quick decision. Kill him."

The edge of the blade shone red, burning like a raging fire, cutting through the water waves in an instant, and colliding with the long sword.

"boom!"

A violent roar overwhelmed the sound of shaking water.

Countless people were dizzy and blood churning.

The shore array masters hurriedly set up a simple protective array, and no one wanted to be a fish in the pond.

Meng Heze's sword path is centered, his body is as light as the wind and the moon, and Ji Chen manipulates the water to help him, even more like a tiger with wings added.

Zhu Sheng's spiritual energy was violent, and his knife path was slashing and slashing. He was supplemented by Li Cigou's front line, covering his flaws in time.

Li Cigou was terrified, the two of them had Wei Zhenyu's trust, experienced countless battles together, and honed a tacit understanding of mutual trust.

The deadlock that was thought to be one-on-one will soon be broken by two-on-two.

Unexpectedly, Ji Chen and Meng Heze were superior in both offense and defense.

Wei Zhenyu's expression was inexplicable.

Ji Chen and Meng Heze not only have a tacit understanding in their fighting style, they have been friends for many years, and they can even play Qianqu Errenzhuan.

From the corner of his eye, Song Qianji saw the sword light and the golden front across the night.

After this battle, Meng Heze and Ji Chen must each gain something.

Almost at the same time, a trace of a familiar breath appeared.

Song Qianji held the Lingzhu tightly, and the opponent suddenly turned around in the crowd, met his eyes for a moment, and immediately turned into a black shadow, rushing out of the crowd of spectators.

So alert.

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Run?"

The night wind is getting colder, and the sound of the water is getting farther away.

Song Qianji didn't know how far he ran, and the sound of the river's rolling water and the exclamation on both sides of the bank had become blurred.

"You can't outrun me, save some energy." When Song Qianji said the first word, the man was rising and falling in the dense forest in the mountain, and before he finished speaking, he was already in the wilderness at the foot of the mountain.

And Song Qianji was like a tail, firmly attached behind him.

Song Qianji is an expert in escaping. He created his own five-element evasion technique, which is more concealed than Yujian and flying magic weapon, and faster than shrinking the ground to an inch. With this, he has narrowly escaped many times.

The man seemed to know that he could not escape, so he stood still under the moon, lifted his hood, revealed a benevolent face, and said slowly:

"Xian Jianchen really let you come."

Song Qianji thought to himself, if he had other options, he wouldn't find me, a cheap apprentice.

The old monk smiled kindly: "Looking at the benefactor blinds the poor monk. Why should the benefactor force him so hard?"

Song Qianji touched the faint red mark between his brows, showing no killing intent at all: "Yes, why bother to force you. To be honest, I don't have any enmity with you. I don't hate you, I just annoy you. Regardless of you What do you want to do, you shouldn't let me run into it again and again..."

The surrounding area is empty and overgrown with weeds.

On a bright moonlit night when the spring breeze was blowing, he should have dug the soil and watered the Song Courtyard, planted new flower seeds, and hugged the pillow to wait for the spring rain.

If it wasn't for breaking Xian Jianchen's contract, or solving future troubles, who would want to stir in the muddy water, the world of swords and swords?

"Did the benefactor never have any doubts in his mind?" the old monk laughed.

"Yes. Countless questions. But I don't ask you what you want to do, and you don't have to talk to me." Song Qianji just finished speaking, and suddenly drew his sword.

The old monk tapped the ground with his sword and retreated quickly!

Song Qianji was very satisfied with the sword presented by Xian Jianchen. When it was unsheathed, there was no light or sound, like a shadow, and it was the most suitable sharp weapon for killing people.

One moment he was chatting in a calm tone, and the next moment he stabbed the most ruthless sword.

When he drew his sword, he had deduced the trajectory of the sword countless times in his heart, and he knew that this sword would never pierce through the air.

Someone who could injure Xian Jianchen, even if he was seriously injured, he would not dare to underestimate the enemy.

Just seeing the old monk's eyes under the moonlight, Song Qianji's heart suddenly trembled.

Something is wrong, something is wrong.

It went so well.

The wind was strong, and the bright moon was covered by thick clouds.

The old monk raised his head suddenly: "Here we are."

Song Qianji's sword trembled slightly.

His hands don't shake when he draws the sword, it's the ground that trembles.

Wave after wave of shock, like an earth dragon turning over, ten thousand horses galloping.

Waves of wailing followed the vibrations, and even though the distance was far away, the sound was still recognizable.

Song Qianji suddenly turned his head and looked towards the river bank.

Seeing the shock in his eyes, Wuxiang smiled deeper:

"The poor monk planned to bring them together in the Red River, but he forgot to tell them that there is a [-]-year-old dragon sleeping at the bottom of the river, and it will wake up when disturbed."

"Stay here, you can kill me yourself. Thousands of lives on both sides of the Red River will be lost because of you."

"Right now, the Red River will become a hell of a sea of ​​suffering. Kill one person, or save thousands of people. The benefactor of Song has the luck of heaven and earth, how should he choose?"

Song Qianji turned his head and stopped looking at the river bank, as if he didn't hear it at all.

His sword was still fast, even faster.

Wuxiang's big sleeves fluttered, and he changed his moves one after another to resist, his expression gradually became shocked, even dazed.

"It's the brat who makes the choice." He suddenly heard Song Qianji whisper.

Song Qianji held a sword in one hand and affixed ten sound reinforcement symbols to himself with the other. He smiled coldly and cleared his throat.