Lin Zhao woke up early and had a simple breakfast with Wang Jue and Xiao Juzi. He then took a Yunying-class ship parked outside and sent Xiao Juzi to school first, then headed to the base himself.
Before preparing for training at the Feiyue Transportation Base, Lin Zhao took out his mobile phone and took a look at the plot developments last night. He sat there blankly for a long time.
One night later, Qingliang Mountain fell.
To the north of the Xijian River of the human race, the last burning light was also extinguished.
Xiang Ji, the king of Qingliang Mountain, relied on his rebirth-level martial arts skills to kill an eleventh-level demon and wiped out nearly fifty thousand demon soldiers. Finally, his power was exhausted and his body was shattered by a punch from the thirteenth-level demon Changhen.
, completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
The leader of the Qingliang Sect, Zhao Suiguang, used a natal ancient cauldron and Xiang Ji to resist Chang Hen's offensive. While Chang Hen killed Xiang Ji, Zhao Suiguang used the ancient cauldron to hit Chang Hen hard in the back of the head, killing him.
He regretted vomiting blood, and then Zhao Suiguang refined his own ancient cauldron, fused the fiery red ancient cauldron with the entire Qingliang Mountain, and withstood the fierce attack of the demon clan for two days and nights.
In the end, the ancient tripod cracked and shattered, Changhen led hundreds of monster monks up the mountain, and Zhao Suiguang died in the battle in front of the Qingliang Sect's ancestor hall.
Hundreds of disciples of the Qingliang Sect died in the battle with Zhao Suiguang. After the battle, only dozens of young disciples followed Zhao Suiguang's instructions and fought down the southern trail of Qingliang Mountain, eventually disappearing into the wilderness.
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Overnight, the Qingliang Sect became history.
"call……"
Lin Zhao sighed deeply. When he went to Qingliang Mountain, Xiang Ji, and Zhao Suiguang decided to fight to the death, Lin Zhao had already guessed the outcome. There could be no changes. There was a huge gap in strength between the two sides. The demon clan
The combat power is almost overwhelming. After all, the humans are only fighting in the snow-covered Tianchi Lake and some mountain sects. The power of the Great Shang Dynasty has not yet truly collided with the monsters and demons.
"Boss."
Huo Dao took a cup of coffee and walked away. After handing it to Lin Zhao, he glanced at the holographic image on Lin Zhao's phone and frowned: "I saw it too. The Qingliang Sect is gone, but don't be too sad. Wait until you are free from worry.
After we come out of the mountain, we will find a way to fight back hard. This time, we will not let the demon clan have an easy time."
Lin Zhao nodded. In fact, more than just making things easier for the demon clan, as long as the time is right, Lin Zhao would plan to directly destroy the demon clan in the lower realm, so that the entire human world would have a truly peaceful age.
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In the morning, it was still Yunying-level control training. Lin Zhao concentrated on learning and made rapid progress. By noon, Huo Dao felt that there was nothing left to teach Lin Zhao in terms of flight control, emergency avoidance, fighter attack, etc.
Now, Lin Zhao seems to be a novice, but his actual driving assessment score is already 97 points, which means he has reached the level of skilled operation.
At noon, we had dinner together at the Feiyue Transportation Canteen.
"Boss, do you want to fly to Chi You level?"
Huo Dao was carrying a rice bowl full of food. After putting the things down, he scratched his head and said with a smile: "To be honest, for the Yunying class, your flight control is already very good. You can just develop muscle memory by flying in the future. Now in the base
The only aircraft worth learning to control are the Chiyou-class light cruiser warships."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Then try to familiarize yourself with the control of the Chi You class in the afternoon. You can send me the electronic version of the Chi You class control manual later. I will take a look at it during my lunch break."
"OK."
Fire Knife smiled and nodded.
After finishing the meal, Lin Zhao went to the chairman's office accompanied by Su Wan. Su Wan placed the watch across his chest, started the holographic imaging system, and listed data after data, which were basically reports related to Feiyue's transportation this month.
As well as a list of some important large-scale transactions, describe them as you go, explaining the beginning and end of each transaction clearly.
Lin Zhao listened attentively, and would even ask about some business-related matters, and would even ask some key questions, such as whether cargo routes and fuel consumption-related options could be considered. Su Wan listened carefully.
He was secretly surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that although Lin Zhao was in the studio, he was still very concerned about Feiyue Transportation's business matters.
So, Su Wan explained everything one by one, not daring to be perfunctory. After all, although Su Wan was hired by Chen Xue with a high salary, she was only from Chen Xue's side after all. For Lin Zhao, the real backstage boss,
At best, she can only be regarded as half of her own people.
Noon, half past twelve.
Lin Zhao finished everything and sent Su Wan back to the office to rest. He immediately put on the game helmet, read the character data, entered the game, and started reading through today's noon version maintenance.
Ten-day version, second day.
In the second year after the Battle of Baicheng, after the Qingliang Mountain, Ziyun Mountain and other human tribe's forces in the northern mountains were successively defeated, the demon tribe began to concentrate its forces to attack the Fusu Great Wall. However, the Fusu Great Wall had strong troops and horses and was able to withstand millions of people.
The demon clan has been there for more than half a year.
It was not until October that the frost and snow began to fall on the Fusu Great Wall, and there was finally movement on the Demon Clan's Ancestral Mountain. Qing Kui Demon Ancestor, who had been recovering from his injuries and in seclusion for more than a year, came out of seclusion and led the Yuzu and Ji'an.
, Lian Petal, Chen Feng, Liu Bai, Long Zheng, Huo Si and other great demons above twelve realms gathered at Fusu Great Wall to start a true decisive battle in the north.
Looking at the lines of battle reports that kept popping up in the system, Lin Zhao's heartbeat almost stopped. Soon after, his eyes stopped on the line "Wei Yan died in battle" and he gently clicked on it.
For a moment, a ray of Lin Zhao's mind turned into a phantom and fell on the Fusu Great Wall. He was still dressed in white clothes and silver armor, with the Dragon Slaying Sword and Zhanlu Sword behind him. However, when Lin Zhao fell on
When they were on the battlement, no one in the group of Fusu Great Wall Sword Cultivators who were wielding flying swords to attack the demon clan could see Lin Zhao.
He entered this world directly from the system, so he did not exist. He was just a bystander. Naturally, those people could not see Lin Zhao's figure.
Directly ahead, the world was filled with wisps of majestic sword energy. As thousands of sword energy were slashing randomly outside the city, Lin Zhao squinted his eyes carefully and saw the person clearly. It was the person who was wearing the sealing iron chain.
Wei Yan, although Wei Yan is now in tatters, he has the appearance of a swordsman, showing his madness, holding a sword and blocking the attack of a large group of demon monks.
To Fusu Great Wall, Wei Yan is a sinner, but to Wei Yan, Fusu Great Wall is his hometown. Therefore, although Wei Yan dissatisfied with Lu Xinghe and was called a rebellious person, in Fusu Great Wall,
In fact, it was blessed by luck, so that Wei Yan's Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator was much stronger than the ordinary Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator.
Even though Da Yao Chenfeng, Ji An, Lian Petal and others tried their best to attack, their attacks were still blocked by Wei Yan with one sword.
It's just that there are too many big demons, and Wei Yan is destined to be alone.
"Someone is coming!"
On top of the city, the old swordsman Han Fang flew his sword and said in a deep voice: "Go and reinforce Mr. Wei Yan!"
Immediately, a group of Fusu Great Wall Sword Cultivators of the Middle Fifth Realm, led by an Eleventh Realm Sword Cultivator, all rose up with their swords. In the air, a whole sheet of sword light poured towards the direction of the demon clan.
"Hey!"
Among the demon clan crowd, Fu Sheng, who was dressed in a gray and white gown, held a life-carving knife in his hand, with a sinister smile on his face, and said: "Wei Yan can fight, so can you? How can there be such a person in the world who is willing to die!"
As he spoke, the carving knife swept across, setting off a billowing of strong demonic energy. The dozens of Fusu Great Wall Sword Cultivators who were the first to bear the brunt were annihilated in the blink of an eye. Their bodies rained down, and their bodies were completely corroded and swallowed by the demonic energy. Only the remaining ones were left.
There were withered bones one after another, and the death was extremely tragic.
"die!"
Da Yaochenfeng suddenly sank down, and a wisp of misty and mysterious wind of the three realms appeared on the sword blade. It struck Wei Yan's armpit at an extremely vicious angle. Wei Yan could either block this sword with all his strength, but that would
He would have watched the monks at the Fusu Great Wall being massacred by Fu Sheng, or he would have given up an arm to save others.
"Bastard thing!"
Wei Yan's face was unruly and frivolous. At this moment, he had an aura of "I am the only one in the world". He ignored the sneak attack of the big demon Chenfeng. With a "click", Wei Yan's entire left arm was cut off directly.
He fell down, and when his flesh and blood were dripping, one of his flying swords pierced Fu Sheng's back diagonally. In the blink of an eye, vines sprouted from the handle of the flying sword, imprisoning Fu Sheng's body and soul.
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This flying sword, named Qingman, is Wei Yan's first natal flying sword. Its lethality is not too strong, but its containment power is quite strong. Moreover, the name comes from a man Wei Yan once admired when he was young.
A girl.
Now, Wei Yan, who has lost an arm, knows that his death is coming. In this case, it is better to fight for one more to gain more time and advantages for the Fusu Great Wall. When the big monster Fu Sheng was imprisoned, he hurriedly sacrificed countless slips of his life.
When he came to save his life, Wei Yan had already slashed out with his sword and roared: "Old Fu Sheng, you should have died long ago in the snowy Tianchi!"
"you!"
Fu Sheng was horrified. Two sharp roars exploded in the void. It was Wei Yan who self-destructed two flying swords. Then the green vines of the flying swords that pierced Fu Sheng's back also exploded.
The three natal flying swords shocked Fu Sheng's soul at the cost. In an instant, Fu Sheng seemed to be placed on a piece of white paper with nowhere to escape.
When the blazing sword light swept past, in the Thirteenth Realm of the Monster Clan's Zushan Mountain, the body of the great demon Fusheng directly turned into a rain of blood. Furthermore, Fusheng's ever-burning lantern in Zushan had long been destroyed by Binglan, the Lord of the Eternal Secret Realm.
He was killed with a sword, so Fu Sheng immediately died in front of him, and there was no possibility of resurrection.
"Asshole!"
Chen Feng was so angry that his eyes were blood red. It was over. Even if he killed Wei Yan, the debt would not be settled. After all, Fu Sheng died in front of his eyes. Fu Sheng's death was inevitably related to his ineffective attack.
It has something to do with it. If he had known that the sword strike just now would have directly beheaded him, he would not have given Wei Yan a chance to fight.
Who would have thought that a dignified Thirteenth Level Great Sword Immortal would act like a street scoundrel in a fight, so desperate for his life?
