"Seventh Son, Seventh Son!" The familiar accent and tone made him open his eyes. The clusters of white flowers blooming on the locust tree above his head exuded bursts of fragrance. Occasionally, the petals and leaves blown by the wind fell thinly on his body.

There was a layer of it, with some small insects crawling among it.

He shook his head to shake off all these things on his body, and then carefully reached out to take off the caterpillar on his shoulder and put it on the fallen leaves. The figure in the distance waved at him, signaling that it was time to eat. He was not in a hurry.

To eat, because I was still not very hungry after sleeping all afternoon, I just stretched and walked over slowly.

The staple food for dinner was Sophora japonica porridge, and the dishes at the same table also included Sophora japonica steamed buns and Sophora japonica scrambled eggs. These must have been made by my mother. She always said that food should be in accordance with the solar terms, so that people can experience nature together.

ups and downs.

But to be honest, although the sophora japonica flowers smell fragrant, they taste bitter and he never likes them. Sophora japonica nectar is an exception, but he seems to like the nectar of all flowers.

"Lao Qi, what were you thinking about while eating? Haven't you woken up yet?" the man across the table said angrily, and put down the chopsticks in his hand slightly, looking quite unhappy. But it was nothing to be afraid of, my father didn't

The time when he was happy lasted much longer than when he showed other emotions. His son was very accustomed to this serious state.

As for the rest of the family, they all thought this was a sign of reliability, and only the mother would privately protest against his inhumanity, as was about to happen now.

"Don't be so fierce. Seventh Son took a rest today and slept a little longer. On weekdays, he doesn't stay in the training ground and study room until dark before coming back." As the mother spoke, she put the rice mixed with sophora flowers on her father's table.

In front of her, she had no intention of sitting down. This is the rule in the family. When eating, the elders eat at one table first, the men eat at another table, and finally it is the women's turn to take the table.

He never felt that there was anything wrong with this, but he always hoped that his mother could come to eat together, so that his father's face would not be so stern and his eyes would not be so sharp that they seemed to pierce through the dining table.

"When you wake up in the morning and wake up in the dusk, you have to look good even on days of rest! He is my son, a disciple of my Jianmen Sect. How can he sleep under a tree like those undisciplined savages? Now this is the time

So frivolous, what will happen when you grow up in the future?" The father's voice did not amplify, which meant that he did not intend to continue to reprimand, but just found a way out after his mother's rebuttal.

"When he grows up, my seventh son will definitely be a man of indomitable dignity. When the time comes, you won't be able to break any rules on him! If he wants to be in the Sword Sect, he can be a savage. This is called a temple.

Swim across the rivers and seas." His mother's words became the last voice in this memory. Unfortunately, he was not hungry at that time, so the sophora porridge had not been eaten for a long time. Now, the taste is gradually forgotten.

I have to go back, I have to go back and see how the locust tree in front of my house is doing.

Thinking of this, Jian Qi's eyes suddenly opened. He wiped away the blood in front of his eyes with the back of his left hand, and barely regained awareness of his surroundings. Therefore, he also saw how he survived the explosion.

The woman who claimed to represent the Lord of the Dark River was pressing on him, using her body as a protective net to withstand the violent explosion. The price was that her body was almost broken, and the flesh and blood below the right breast was completely burned, and it could be vaguely seen.

The exposed spine. That cold and beautiful face has also been burned to the point of losing its skin and exposing its bones.

"You...still...alive..." The real pink skeleton used her remaining muscles to control the movement of her jaw and struggled to make a sound. After Jianqi nodded in response to her, the remaining light in her eyes followed her.

It disappeared, and the whole body fell down like a building that had lost its support. The sword seeker carefully turned the vampire's skeleton aside, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

They were ambushed, or in other words, this place was originally a trap. Whether this trap was aimed at them is currently unknown. The only thing that is certain is that even the team summoned by Youhe would probably be under such a violent explosion.

It's hard for anyone to survive.

Jian Qi stood in the ruins after the explosion dissipated. The iron rod in his hand was missing. He looked around blankly, hoping to find his surviving companions among the large burnt black ruins. But the reality was always

Contrary to expectations, the first thing that appeared in his field of vision was not any familiar figure, but a monster walking barefoot in the flames.

The monster had red skin, and behind its humanoid appearance were bat-like wings and goat-like horns. It was a typical image of a devil in people's mouth. Facing this enemy from the land of brimstone and fire, Jian Qi had nothing but the power of his fists.

There was only one thing left that he could use, which was the wooden sword, the green talisman, that he had always carried on his back and protected with his body even in the explosion.

This evil-suppressing spiritual sword was firmly held in Jian Qi's hand. To be honest, he was not very confident, because the legends about Qing Fu were always used as instruments to suppress evil spirits, and this sword was never mentioned.

Can it be used in fighting?

"Is there anyone left alive? It doesn't matter. I'll kill you first and then deal with that Balak. We have plenty of time." The devil's voice was like a poisonous snake learning human language. He flapped his wings lightly, and the surrounding flames took the initiative to move to both sides, revealing

The path between him and Jian Qi.

This cruel monster was not in a hurry to charge forward. Instead, it first stretched its weirdly long arm into the ashes after the explosion below, and then pulled it out! A trident made of black steel had been buried long ago.

Here, it was summoned through some of his magical rituals. In short, it made a terrifying sound of wind pressure in the hands of the devil.

In fact, Jian Qi made a mistake, because real demons are not very good at using weapons. They believe that their bodies are better than any external objects, let alone carry their own weapons through this similar magic method. So in fact

What he faced was not a violent demon, but a cunning demon.

However, whether it is a devil or a demon, it is a fatal thing for the current Seventh Sword. At least that steel fork does not care whether others can recognize the identity of its holder. It just wants to pierce human beings.

There are three holes that will bleed.

"Human, your life is over!" The words were accompanied by a steel fork, carrying the smell of evil wind and sulfur and going straight to Jian Qi's chest! This devil's wings are not just decorations. Relying on the structure of the wings, he can play the role of ordinary people.

Relying on the speed that the legs and feet cannot reach, and in the process, the trajectory can be constantly corrected by relying on the contact between the limbs and the ground.

The trident is longer than the sword. The devil's arm is also a lot longer than Jian Qi's arm. Adding the two together, Jian Qi, as a warrior, can't find any chance to counterattack. He can only retreat, but behind him

The stone wall that had not completely collapsed was destined to be unable to bring him any life simply by retreating. Seeing the shining tip of the steel fork getting closer and closer to him, the sword seeker's expression calmed down.

He still has a trump card, he also has something he brought from his hometown and was entrusted with his name. He took a deep breath, and then exhaled suddenly. With this exhale, his body became as light as a bird, and he fell flat on the ground.

Pull it up to half a man's height!

"Drink!" With the soles of their feet stepping on the fork of the trident, the Seven Swordsmen leaned forward, with the green talisman sword in their hands already pulled to the left shoulder, ready to swing, aiming directly at the devil's neck!
Chapter completed!