Chapter 31 Underground Mandarin Duck

Dou Gengyan shouted: "Queshua!" Poyang sword pieced and forced the sword light to block the sword light. However, this sword light was extremely domineering. Although she intercepted it, she still spit out blood and hit Zhu Quaihua.

This is because the fairy sword in her hand is of excellent quality, otherwise this knife alone would be enough to make her die.

Zhu Tihua turned around and caught the injured Dou Gengyan, but an enemy took the opportunity to snatch Hua Zaifang away, fell down, and flew into the endless Yin and Yang array, disappearing.

Another sword light slashed straight, Zhugefu protected Dou Gengyan, the fairy sword flipped up, and the sword lighted together, making a clanging sound, shaking the entire cave.

Zhu Tehua's Zige sword technique is one level higher than Dou Gengyan, and has already reached the level of Zihua. Although his body is numb by the sword light, he is barely fine.

A figure slowly walked out of the broken wall. It was the man who killed Tianma in the evening, causing Tang Xiaofeng and Zhu Tie Hua to fail in his actions.

One of the top ten bandits in the East China Sea, the "Badao" Sikong Guihu.

Sikong Gui slashed the tiger's sword in a mess, Zhu Tihua gritted his teeth and wanted to cut it hard.

Tang Xiaofeng, however, rushed over with Lin Wanru on his back, and the sword light flashed, blocking the series of sharp sword lights for her, and said without looking back: "How is Miss Gengyan's injury?"

Without Dou Gengyan's Poyang Sword, it would be difficult for them to leave here intact.

Dou Gengyan took a breath and said, "I'm fine."

Zhu Tehua saw that her face was golden, how could it be really okay? Seeing that Su Yalan and Zhong Xiutian were in danger, they knew it would be too late to leave. They quickly fed Dou Gengyan a little Huandan that Tang Xiaofeng gave her, and whispered: "Let's go."

Dou Gengyan endured the huge pain of dislocation of his lungs, stabbed him with a sword under the protection of Zhu Tehua and broke into the wall. Su Yalan and Zhong Xiutian were besieged by the enemy and were about to be unable to hold on, so he quickly came over and was together with Zhu Tehua and was ready to enter the ground at any time.

But Tang Xiaofeng on the other side was entangled by a series of sword lights, and he didn't even have a chance to take a breath, let alone take the opportunity to escape.

Zhu Tehua quickly drew his sword, and the Purple Smoke Sword hit him like lightning. Sikong Guihu dared not look down on it, and broke the Domineering Sword and knocked off the Purple Smoke Sword.

Tang Xiaofeng took the opportunity to escape, killed three enemies in a row, and gave a vertical congratulations: "Go."

Su Yalan and Zhong Xiutian had exhausted his sword energy and dared not delay any more. He escaped into the wall with the earth vein that was opened by Dou Gengyan, and Zhu Tehua took back the flying sword and twisted his body, followed closely behind.

Tang Xiaofeng was dragged by the enemy for a while and finally successfully escaped.

Sikong Guihu was furious and rushed to the place where they disappeared. The sword light flashed and cracked the wall, but he did not find the secret way for these people to disappear. He didn't know that Dou Gengyan's Poyang sword was breaking the ground with wood energy, just like a sharp arrow stabbing water. Although it brought out the gap, it was fleeting. If Tang Xiaofeng was entangled by him for a little longer, he would not even be able to leave with Zhu Tehua and the others.

Anger flashed in his eyes, and he swept along the wall with a knife, and a dragon-like aura rose from the knife, and suddenly cut across with a knife.

The wall was first cut into a huge mouth, and then, like an earthquake, from near to far, a strong vibration passed over like a wave.

Su Yalan was closely behind Dou Gengyan, and saw the sword light shaking in front of him, and was secretly shocked.

They are now traveling underground. If Dou Gengyan cannot support them, they will even be buried here alive. She was about to chase after him and give Dou Gengyan some help, but at this moment, the broken earth and rock suddenly vibrated. She was shocked and a little at a loss. The sword light was approaching behind her, but Zhu Tehua quickly rushed up with the speed of the Zihua sword energy.

Zhu Te's Flower Sword Escape is much faster than that of Dou, Su and Zhong. She holds Zhong Xiutian on the left and Su Yalan on the right, and soon catches up with Dou Gengyan and mixes his own sword energy with Dou Gengyan.

Their sword energy was originally the same root and origin. Although they could not flow yin and yang, they could support each other.

Dou Gengyan's sword light stabilized and led them out of the ground and landed on the ground.

The flowers of the poem were released from Su, and the two girls of Zhong supported Dou Gengyan, who could no longer hold on, and quickly fed her a few more Xiao Huandans. A storm sounded in the distance, and Su Yalan and Zhong Xiutian were shocked and stood with their swords.

It was Luo Hongqi who flew over.

Luo Hongqi looked at them and whispered: "Where is the eldest brother?"

Zhu Caihua and Su Yalan, Zhong Xiutian looked around in a daze, and then he noticed that Tang Xiaofeng did not follow...

When the vibration came, Tang Xiaofeng already knew it was going to be bad.

The result was really terrible.

He and Lin Wanru were sandwiched in a narrow and closed crack.

The sudden vibration shattered the earth veins that Dou Gengyan had opened with wood energy. He was originally a little too far away from Dou Gengyan. He just chased the tail of wood energy. When the earth veins were chaotic, he moved his position again by the vibration of the earth and rocks, staggering the earth veins, and as a result he could no longer move.

If the earth vein that the Poyang Sword opened was an underground river that flashed across, he was now a fish thrown on the shore. The more he struggled, the faster he died.

Lin Wanru on his back wanted to breathe, but couldn't breathe. Tang Xiaofeng forced himself to twist and kiss her lips. A cool breath passed by, and Lin Wanru felt a little better.

She opened her eyes wide. Although she knew she was kissed by her cousin, it was too dark here and she could not see Tang Xiaofeng's face clearly. Despite this, with her cousin by her side, she no longer felt so panic.

But she didn't know that her current situation was far more dangerous than when it fell into the hands of those people just now.

Although Tang Xiaofeng had the technique of holding her breath in the inner world and used the dual cultivation method to prevent her from suffocating to death immediately, the maximum support for a few hours in the inner world was that they were buried deep in the ground, and there was no possibility of escape.

Tang Xiaofeng thought to himself: "Dou Gengyan has been injured. Even if she is not injured, she will come back to find us. The ground is so big. If she wants to find us again, she is afraid that it will be much different from finding needles in the seabed."

Although he cast the Poyang Sword, he only cast one. The way to cast the sword is different from the assembly line of the factory. Even if he is given another chance and uses the same material, it will be difficult for him to cast another Poyang Sword.

This is like Ouzhizi during the Warring States Period. Although he cast five swords of history, no two are the same.

For sword-casting masters, refusing to repeat themselves is not just the pride of being sword-casting masters, but also because every sword they forged was exhausted at that moment and at that moment. Every sword they forged was unique. This "unique" was not only for others, but also for themselves.

Even in many cases, before the sword was released, they themselves didn't know what it would look like.

It was like the sword he forged for Zhu Tehua and the others, regardless of the color, style, or the mysterious energy contained in the sword, was perfectly matched with them, as if carefully designed. But in fact, before the sword was formed, he only had a rough judgment on the sword he forged, and even he did not know what kind of sword he was finally forged.

He just injected the "thought" of casting swords for them into it. After the sword was formed, it naturally fitted with them. The sword was cast for them and belonged only to them.

Articles are natural, but I can get them by hand!

The same is true for the way to make a sword.

Without the Poyang Sword, can he really have to die here with Lin Wanru?

Lin Wanru's mouth was blocked by her cousin. The place was so narrow that her soft breasts pressed tightly against Tang Xiaofeng's wide chest. After the panic and fear in her heart slowly subsided, it soon turned into shyness again.

Tang Xiaofeng thought to himself, no matter what, he can't die all of a sudden with the inner scene's technique of holding his breath. Since he is already trapped here, it's useless to be anxious, so why not think of a solution slowly.

He tried hard to adjust his posture, putting one hand on his cousin's back and the other hand on his buttocks, allowing her to sit on his slightly bent legs. This posture made Lin Wanru even more shy, but for Tang Xiaofeng, it was much more erotic and comfortable.

He put his tongue into his cousin's warm mouth and stirred.

Lin Wanru had no choice but to hit him twice without any help.

Tang Xiaofeng thought, if they were really buried here alive, a thousand years later, someone dug them out and saw two bones that were kissing to death underground, I wonder what I would think?

Although it is interesting to think about it this way, he doesn't want to be a pair of buried alive couples with his cousin here.

He hugged Lin Wanru and closed his eyes. Although he did not move, more than a dozen sword pills popped up on his body. These sword pills turned into flying swords and drilled towards the earth and stones around them. The flying swords rubbed against the earth and stones, and there was an inaudible "rustling" sound. He heard all the sounds into his ears, not letting go of them at all.

The flying swords slowly gathered, drilled in the same direction, and then interlaced in the sand with a strange rhythm, spinning, and turning faster and faster. Suddenly, the sandy soil poured down, and he hugged Lin Wanru and collided in the direction where the sandy soil was pouring away.

Lin Wanru only knew that she was being carried and moved constantly, like an earthworm squirming in the soil. Not long after, a sudden coldness came out, and she was immersed in the water, carried by the water flowing, and quickly flowed in a certain direction.

They entered an underground river...
Chapter completed!