Chapter 70 Chapter 6 Exhale like an arrow

Lian Xing took a deep breath and jumped down.Xiao Longnv stood on the bank, staring eagerly, her heart fluttering.Thinking of grandpa's life or death being uncertain, Xiao Longnv's eyes became moist again. Lian Xing jumped into the deep pool, slipped his hands down, and swam towards the deep pool.The rope tied around Lian Xing's waist with the flying tiger's claws was about twenty feet long. When Lian Xing managed to swim out twenty feet, his waist tightened, and it seemed that he had reached the end of the rope.Going forward, I can only throw away the rope and move forward alone.

Lian Xing was hesitating whether to continue diving, when suddenly, a person floated up from the bottom of the pool not far ahead. Lian Xing was in the water, standing still, staring at it.I saw that person turned his back to him, with his hands drooping and clinging to his waist, his body was a little stooped, and he looked quite young. Lian Xing's heart moved, and he thought: Is this the corpse of Long Henian?At the moment, standing in the pool, he kept swinging his feet, keeping his balance, and fixed his eyes on the corpse.I saw the corpse floated to the level of Lianxing, and then slowly stopped, the whole body was suspended in the water, motionless.

Lian Xing wondered why the corpse was able to stand upright in the water for a long time.And I can only stay in the water for about an hour when I perform the Turtle Breathing Kung Fu, and I can't bear it after a long time.It's just that at that time, I had just entered the water, and it was still a long time, so I could spend some time with this corpse. Lian Xing looked at each other intently, the corpse was facing away from him, motionless. Lian Xing was about to find another way, when the corpse suddenly turned around, it really was the Year of the Dragon and Crane!He faced Lian Xing, a smile suddenly formed on his old face that looked like orange peel, and he opened his mouth suddenly, a black air burst out from Long Henian's mouth.

Lian Xing was startled, and saw that black energy in the blue pool water could be as fast as an arrow, and rushed towards him extremely swiftly. The corpses of Lian Xing and Long Henian were only a few steps away. Long Henian breathed out a breath of black air, and Lian Xing couldn't avoid it. Immediately, he pulled the loose buckle of the flying tiger's claw rope with his left hand, and the rope bounced off. Lian Xing's body sank quickly, and the arrow-like black air flew over Lian Xing's head. Lian Xing's heart trembled, and he jumped forward, just behind Long Henian's corpse.Lian Xing stared and saw a dark shadow behind the corpse, clinging tightly to the corpse.

Lian Xingxin said: It seems that this black shadow is the ghost in the ancient locust tree, and it must be the ghost who captured Long Henian in this deep pool just now. Lian Xing pondered for a moment, then pulled out a strange weapon from behind.The weapon is like a shovel, but the front is flush.This is the soul-shattering treasure left by his father Wu Zhen. Lian Xing once heard from Wu Zhen that Wu Zhen got this soul-breaking game from a master in reverse fighting in Sichuan. A lot of murderous aura has accumulated on it, and ordinary zombie rice dumplings can't bear it. Lian Xing took out Pohunduo, just to test if it could calm down the ghost attached to Long Henian's corpse.Lian Xing held Pohunduo with his left hand, put the dagger back with his right hand, slid gently, and slowly swam towards the ghost behind the corpse.

In the deep green pool, the ghost quietly clung to the back of Long Henian's corpse, as if looking for prey in the deep pool. Lian Xing was fully focused, with a lively heart, ready to strike out at any time.Seeing that there were still a few steps away, the ghost seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned around from the pool.As soon as Yin Soul turned around, Lian Xing felt a rush of cold air coming from the opposite side. The ghost floated in the pool water, tangible and intangible, as indifferent as smoke, and a cold air quietly emanated from the ghost figure.