bdsm-fiction Chapter 382: Haoran Poetry
Chapter 382: Haoran Poetry
Immediately afterwards, Chen Qingzhou's conjecture was actually verified.
As the Wanzhong Sword was frozen, the frost quickly spread around, freezing Chen Qingzhou's arms, upper body, and lower body at the same time. All this happened in just a moment, and even the Mo Lin Ice Armor that could spontaneously protect its master could not stop it.
Chen Qingzhou instantly turned into a popsicle and fell straight down from a high altitude.
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Li Qianyu also realized that although she hated Chen Qingzhou in her heart, she couldn't bear to watch him die.
[Sword Immortal] activated, and two green sword energies pierced the ice shield around Chen Qingzhou, thinking that by breaking the ice, he could save himself.
Unexpectedly, the frost power of the nine-tailed ice fox was so strong that the surface of the ice cover that froze Chen Qingzhou was extremely smooth. After the sword energy of the Sword Immortal pierced it, it slid out directly without leaving any trace on the surface of the ice cover!
Everyone then realized the horror of the situation, but they couldn’t even break Li Qianyu’s sword energy, so who could save Chen Qingzhou?
Seeing that Chen Qingzhou was descending faster and faster, if he fell to the ground like this, even with the "Phoenix Blood" on his body, he would be half-dead. Besides, there were a group of monsters about to surround him, so he had no time to slowly recover his blood!
But those who were powerful, such as Xuanyuan father and son, Ren Yugu and others, were suppressed by the fourth move of the "Nine Moves of the Tail" that the Nine-tailed Ice Fox had just launched. This was a green tail, followed by a thick and poisonous miasma, which gathered above everyone's heads and kept falling. Once touched, the person would be crippled if not killed.
Chen Qingzhou, who turned into an ice stick, also lost consciousness. His body fell rapidly and fell heavily to the ground the next moment.
"Rest in peace!"
Suddenly, a clear and elegant voice was heard. Although it was not deafening, it could be heard by every person and monster in the wilderness battlefield.
Strangely enough, with the words "rest in peace", after Chen Qingzhou fell to the ground with such speed and weight, it did not cause the imagined vibration or explosion, and not even dust was raised.
A group of flower demons and beast demons pounced forward under the command of the six-tailed black fox. Since the fall didn't kill him, he might as well give him a few more stabs!
But when hundreds of monsters gathered around and took a look, there was no trace of the popsicle.
Just when both the human and the demon were feeling extremely surprised, a dozen blue-clothed scholars stepped on the clouds from the northern sky, each holding a feather fan, looking elegant and handsome. Two of them were known to Chen Qingzhou and the Xuanyuan family.
Xuanyuan Changqing shouted, "Brother Xia!"
Then the people from the four major mysterious sects recognized that the person coming was none other than Ju Mangxuan, the last major mysterious sect.
This sect combines literature with martial arts. It is said that the founder of the sect was a rare talisman master in history. When he was young, he realized the "lofty poetic meaning" of martial arts from classical poetry and books, and reached the state of speaking fluently and speaking in accordance with the law. To this day, although later generations have not been able to do so, they still rely on this unique practice method to make Ju Mang Xuan one of the five major sects in Zhongzhou.
Ju Mang Xuan is located in Tunlong Pavilion at the mouth of Tunlong River. The current Pavilion Master is Xia Guixin. The old Pavilion Master Xia has two sons. The eldest son, Xia Wenzong, has represented Ju Mang Xuan to discuss matters with Xuanshui Sect before. He is a boastful fat man.
The second son, Xia Jiangnan, is well-known in the martial arts world. He is one of the Seven Mysterious Sword Masters and is nicknamed "Judge of Seven Tribulations". He helps the weak and fights for justice, and is respected by the world.
However, Xia Jiangnan did not delve into the "Haoran Poetry" inherited from his ancestors, but was more talented in swordsmanship. He was taught the "Seven Tribulations Sword Technique" and "Void Picking Leaf Finger" by a mysterious master, and made his own achievements without relying on his family's influence.
However, his poetic and literary talent was also outstanding, which qualified him to leave classic poems on the stone tablet in front of the Xuanshui Sect's Fish Viewing Pavilion.
The team heading south to provide assistance was led by Xia Jiangnan. In addition to the inseparable sword maid Qingqing, there were four elders and ten young disciples following behind him. All of them were dressed like Confucian scholars and had extraordinary demeanor.
Looking at Chen Qingzhou again, he was just rescued by the "Rest in Peace" technique launched in unison by the four elders of Jumangxuan. After being buried, he quickly sneaked back to the human side.
Xuanyuan Sword Emperor quickly urged the supreme power of "Sword Burning the Eight Desolations" and the frost showed some signs of melting. Gradually, Chen Qingzhou finally regained consciousness. With his own efforts, the two of them attacked from both inside and outside and finally melted the frost of the Nine-tailed Ice Fox.
Although Li Qianyu did not take action, she was still paying attention to the situation here. When she saw that Chen Qingzhou was safe and sound, she immediately turned her head away and stopped looking at him.
Chen Qingzhou took a few deep breaths and warned, "Everyone be careful, this guy's frost power is the most powerful, it can't be compared with the other attacks."
Everyone secretly paid attention.
At this time, Xia Jiangnan and others also landed, "Brother Qingzhou, how are you?"
Chen Qingzhou bowed and said, "Thank you, Brother Xia, for helping me. I'm fine now!"
Xuanyuan Changqing hurriedly asked, "Brother Xia, we were separated in the last war. Are you doing well?"
Xia Jiangnan nodded. "The last time we encountered Fei Yi, Qingqing and I were washed eastward by the underground water and ended up in the East China Sea. Fortunately, we were not far from the Swallowing Dragon Pavilion and were rescued by the disciples of Ju Mang Xuan. We recovered for a few days and then hurried over here."
The few people who knew the situation saw that he was exhausted and were afraid that the energy damaged by the last "robbery and killing" of Wanren Tu had not yet fully recovered, so they immediately brought people here. He really deserved to be called "Yijian".
Faced with a powerful enemy, everyone had no time to say anything more and quickly worked together to resist the monsters.
Jing Yunqi was also pulled back by Ren Yugu's chess net and escaped the endless vine attacks.
"Kill!"
Suddenly there was a shrill roar, and Master Dusha's rationality was suppressed by the bloodthirsty obsession. He frantically attacked the people and monsters around him. Jinchan Temple's powerful martial arts exploded with gusts of wind and thunder. No one could get close to him. They did not dare to hurt him heavily, but were also afraid of being hurt by him.
Chen Qingzhou looked at Xia Jiangnan, "Brother Xia, the trick you used to save me just now was truly miraculous. Can you save Master Dusha?"
Xia Jiangnan thought for a moment, "It seems that Master Dusha has been under an illusion. We can only try to trap him in a certain area first."
Everyone nodded, there was no other good way.
After saying that, Xia Jiangnan turned to the back and said, "Thank you, four elders."
The four learned men replied respectfully, "Yes, Second Young Master."
Then he flew up and slowly approached Master Dusha who was killing madly.
Xuanyuan Bojue, hiding behind his father, looked at Xia Jiangnan's style, and heard the four elders respectfully calling him "Second Young Master". Thinking of himself, the "Second Young Master" who was already in name only, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
The four Ju Mang Xuan elders each took out a white brush from their sleeves and waved it together, chanting, "Draw a prison on the ground!"
As the sound waves were emitted, white winds suddenly blew up around Master Dusha, and continued to move inward with him as the center. As the "cell" gradually took shape, Master Dusha's killing move was trapped inside, and finally could not hurt anyone.