Chapter 900: Furious Qian Long

Imperial City.

In a small courtyard of the mansion of the Seven Absolutes in Yuzhou.

The sword energy soared into the sky, the sound of the zither was loud, the courtyard wall had long been razed to the ground, and several nearby houses were also flattened.

Wei Lan was fighting with the head of the Zongheng family, whose realm was much higher than hers, while Fan Tong was holding the guqin and keeping a safe distance to interfere.

If today's battle was Wei Lan fighting Qian Long alone, she would definitely lose today and die.

But now there is Fan Tong. Although her cultivation is not as good as Wei Lan, the biggest advantage of the zither player is not in attack, but in assistance.

As long as no one can threaten her, she can play a huge role.

It is not difficult for Qian Long to take down Wei Lan. It was precisely because Fan Tong interfered from the side that he didn't succeed.

Instead, the two sides were in a stalemate and it was difficult to tell the winner.

However, the hard gap in strength made the battle more and more favorable to Qian Long as it dragged on. If it dragged on like this, Wei Lan and Fan Tong would still die.

Their cultivation was limited, and the mana they could mobilize was also limited, which was completely incomparable to his powerful mana.

Wei Lan used her body skills to dodge and move, while parrying Qian Long's heavy blows, and occasionally she could seize the opportunity to stab with a sword to fight back.

But she knew in her heart that she could not hold on for too long. Qian Long was worthy of being the head of the Zongheng family. He had a high cultivation level, and each blow was extremely heavy, shaking her sword-holding hand to numb and ache, and she almost couldn't hold it.

She became more and more tired and tired, and kept thinking about how to get out of it.

What should I do, what should I do.

At this time, Qian Long pushed with a palm.

Wei Lan hastily held the sword horizontally to resist, but her arms bent because she couldn't bear this huge force, and the palm force pushed the sword body and hit it heavily on her chest.

"Um..."

Wei Lan groaned, flew backwards more than ten feet, and twisted her body in the air when she landed. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and once again borrowed the force and landed steadily.

Before she could make the next move, a fierce gust of wind had already hit her face.

Qian Long's face was filled with murderous intent, and he slapped her with another palm like a tidal wave. The moment the palm came out, the surrounding air and spiritual energy were all sucked out, forming a vacuum zone.

Wei Lan had no time to attack, so she had to hold the sword in front of her again, with a determined look in her eyes.

She was already injured, and not lightly. This palm hit her and most of her life was gone.

But at this point, except for gritting her teeth and holding on, she had no other way to go.

"Compromise?" she asked herself.

Forget it, I've had enough of the life of a puppet, so I might as well die here today.

It's a pity that I'm going to die before I have time to experience the kind of life that the master said, which is really a bit unwilling.

The violent palm power has arrived, blowing her clothes tightly to her body, and her three thousand black hair moved with the wind and was stretched behind her.

The power of this palm was obviously stronger than the previous one. Even if she could barely block it, she would probably break several ribs.

Wei Lan gritted her teeth and used all her strength to activate her body-protecting Qi, preparing to bear it.

A series of piano sounds like high mountain streams came from a distance, followed by dozens of light blades that whistled in the air and slashed at high speed.

Qian Long's face darkened, and he cursed inwardly. He had to divide part of his mind and raise his other hand to block the light blade.

It was precisely because of this action that the speed and power of his palm were reduced, giving Wei Lan the opportunity to catch the flaw.

She retracted her long sword, restrained her body-protecting Qi, gritted her teeth and resisted part of the palm power. The long sword in her hand bypassed the crushing palm power like a willow in the wind, and stabbed fiercely.

Puff——

Qian Long's face suddenly changed, he looked down at his chest that was pierced by a sword blade like water, and slapped it with an angry palm.

"Get out of here!"

The magic power whizzed past, bombarding the already devastated ground.

Fortunately, Wei Lan reacted quickly and flew back in the critical moment, avoiding fatal damage, but was still affected by the aftermath of the magic power and spit out a mouthful of blood.

She endured the injury and swung out several sword energies to chase after him.

Qian Long was completely angry after being injured by a junior whose cultivation was not as good as his. He shouted loudly and was about to burst out his magic power to disperse the sword energy, but the sound of the piano came from behind again.

This time the sound of the piano was much higher than before, like a sharp arrow piercing the soul.

Qian Long was in a trance for a moment, and it was too late when he regained consciousness.

Puff puff puff——

Several sword energies almost hit his body at the same time, and an arm connected to the shoulder flew out, and blood was splattered all over the ground.

"Ugh! My hand, hand!"

Qian Long covered his broken arm and screamed miserably, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Wei Lan, who was retreating, was too seriously injured. She was injured even more by the forced attack just now. She couldn't stand at all and sat down on the ground, but she still held the long sword tightly.

"Um... cough... cough..."

She coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood. She was already seriously injured.

Qian Long had a broken arm, and the sword energy entered his body, rushing and twisting in the sea of ​​qi and the eight meridians. His condition at this time was not much better.

Clang--

The sound of the piano sounded again in the distance. Fan Tong, who was almost full of blood, began to exert her strength. Her ten slender and white fingers like scallions danced on the strings.

Wave after wave, the magic power surged out like a wave, rushing towards Qian Long.

"Get out!"

The furious Qian Long had not lost his mind yet. A more powerful and unstoppable burst broke out, breaking Fan Tong's sound wave attack.

He crushed the ground with one foot, dodged the light blade that was cut by him with a few flashes, and quickly approached Fan Tong who was playing the piano.

"Xiao... cough cough... Xiaotong..."

Wei Lan supported himself with his sword, wanting to help, but because of his severe injuries, he could not stand up for a while.

Although the Le family was not weak, they were most afraid of being approached by people who were good at fists, feet, and swords. Once the close-range advantage was gone, the situation would be reversed in an instant.

Fan Tong also understood this truth. She used all her magic power, clasped the strings with ten fingers, and formed a special aura, which temporarily blocked Qian Long who was coming to kill her from a distance of several feet.

Bang——

Bang——

Bang——

Three strings broke in succession. Fan Tong gritted her teeth and looked at the fourth string that was about to break and was about to reach its limit, feeling anxious.

Bang——

The fourth string also broke, and Qian Long was two feet closer.

Fan Tong pursed her red lips tightly, feeling sad in her heart.

It seemed that she was really going to die here today.

She thought about why Qian Long suddenly appeared in her courtyard. Of course, it was not because he guessed that Wei Lan was back, but because he came to find her.

As for why he came to find her...

Fan Tong smiled bitterly. She could not think of any other answer except to get rid of this "changed" traitor for Shen Yuyu.

Bang bang——

The fifth and sixth strings broke almost at the same time. Fan Tong spat out a mouthful of blood and her face was terribly pale.

The mana in her sea of ​​qi was almost exhausted. Waves of weakness tempted her to let go of her hands like a death spell. It would be good to die like this.

But Fan Tong was still holding on. If it weren't for this tenacious heart, she would probably have been torn to pieces by Qian Long at this moment.

But no matter how tenacious her heart was, it could not make up for the fact that she lacked mana. The remaining four strings broke at the same time.

The aura collapsed, and the sweeping mana instantly engulfed her, pushing her backwards.

Qian Long, with a ferocious face, came in front of her in an instant, with five fingers in claws, and fiercely grabbed her head.

"No!" Wei Lan, who was watching this scene helplessly from a distance, screamed heartbreakingly, and tears were already streaming down her face.

At this critical moment of life and death, a sound of piano came like a breeze blowing over the hills, and it caught Fan Tong who was flying backwards and pulled her into the sky.

Qian Long's claws missed, and with a few loud bangs, five long and deep ditches appeared on the ground, stretching for several feet.

"Who, get out!"