Chapter seven hundred and twenty first one sword cut it
"Zizi——"
Wisps of thunder and lightning flashed at the scabbard of the sword. Before the sword was unsheathed, the entire world of flowers had turned into darkness. Dark clouds were rolling in the sky, golden thunder was flashing, and in an instant, there were thousands of phenomena in the sky!
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Upper boundary, Baiyu Mountain.
The man in green shirt carrying a bronze jug squatted on a section of the white jade railing, squinted his eyes and looked at the world, and said with a smile: "My little junior brother is still wise... I can't use any means to defeat the demon holding the umbrella.
Yes, the demon inside the umbrella cannot be killed by human monks at all, and it can only be done by using extraordinary means."
On the side, the young Taoist priest also squatted on the railing, overlooking the world with him, and said with a smile: "I don't think so. That man who helped Lin Zhao kill Bai Lan a hundred years ago has almost exhausted his life energy.
The sword has been sleeping for another hundred years, but the current vitality may not be enough for Lin Zhao to strike out with the sword. If that doesn't work, why don't you, senior brother, go to the lower world?"
"No need."
The guest in green shirt smiled and said: "If my junior brother really couldn't control the situation in Baihua Tianxia, I would have left the world long ago. Do I still have time to chat with you here?"
As he spoke, he shook the empty wine bottle: "The wine is gone, can you ask your beautiful fairy sister to bring another one?"
"???"
The Taoist Saint looked at him with confusion on his face: "What do you think of the headmaster of my dignified Taoist family?"
"?"
The guest in green shirt had a puzzled look on his face: "I am a guest from afar, but I don't have the courtesy of the Taoist ancestral home? I'm working so hard here to draw my sword, and it's not to resist the one hundred thousand undefeated inner demons. If I let go,
Let’s go, whoever among you awesome Taoist priests can stop them for three days will lose!”
"Whoosh!"
In the sky, in the tallest pavilion of the Taoist family's ancestral home, a pot of wine wrapped with immortal energy penetrated the clouds, and hit his forehead with a "snap". The man in green shirt was wearing a majestic sword to protect him, and he didn't take it seriously at all.
, took the wine and took a big sip, smiling: "The taste of this pot of wine is just right."
As he said that, the man in green shirt looked up at the high pavilion and said with a smile: "Xiangu, you are upstairs and I am downstairs. You are in the painting and I am outside the painting. We are all miserable people traveling around the world. Why don't we jump?
How about a dance to help cheer up the wine?"
Tao Sheng covered his face and didn't want to speak.
"Ding Muchen!"
On the pavilion, a young woman wearing a white Taoist robe appeared. She was wearing the aura of the Fourteenth Realm. She frowned and said, "Don't ignore the poems of those scholars. Just drink. If you want to see the dancers,
Go to Wuwu Mountain, there are many dancing witches in Wuwu Mountain, I guarantee that you, Master Bingsheng, will be satisfied!"
"What a bad temper."
The guest in green shirt pinched his nose: "No wonder I haven't been able to get married for 1800 years."
The female crown was so angry that she slammed the door and left.
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A villa on the top of a mountain, a natural residence.
In front of the bronze water tank, a group of people gathered around, looking at Lin Zhao drawing his sword on the Immortal Platform.
"Dragon-slaying sword?"
Lin Wanhua opened her eyes wide.
"Um."
The old gentleman groaned and said: "After a hundred years of silence, this dragon-slaying sword finally made some movement again~~~"
For a moment, Su Qingjiu's beautiful eyes widened. Looking at Lin Zhao's aloof demeanor drawing a sword in the picture, her nose was slightly sore and her eye circles turned red in the blink of an eye. She had heard about Lin Zhao's brother's feats a hundred years ago.
The sword killed Bai Lan, the great swordsman of the Thirteenth Realm Monster Clan. That sword drained his life, and then he self-destructed the God of War to prevent the Monster Clan from taking his body. Su Qingjiu had heard people talk about that battle countless times over the years.
, she also thought about the scene in her mind of Brother Lin Zhao drawing his sword to slay demons back then, but today she was actually in front of her, Brother Lin Zhao was about to draw the best sword in the world!
"Brother Lin Zhao..."
She pursed her red lips, feeling much more emotional about this scene than anyone else.
On the side is Gu Lingyu, a scholar of the 12th realm who is wearing a Confucian shirt. Gu Lingyu naturally knows everything that happened here a hundred years ago. The most handed down part of it is when Lin Zhao pulled out the dragon-slaying sword and killed the 13th realm great.
The story of Yao Bailan, and before that, there were five battles on the snow-covered Tianchi. Uncles Wen Liang and Gu Zixi died in battle one after another, and then came the younger uncle, who made a shocking move for the world.
The sword is also the prelude to the battle in the snowy Tianchi.
Therefore, looking at Lin Zhao's appearance in the picture, Gu Lingyu smiled warmly. Such a young master uncle and such a scholar are really fascinating!
If I had known, I, Gu Lingyu, would also be practicing swordplay!
"Mountain Master..."
The slovenly man in a tattered short shirt looked at Lin Zhao's figure in the water tank, with admiration in his eyes. Although the mountain master's sword has not been drawn out yet, his momentum is already earth-shattering. Don't say that I, Tang Guangjun, am only in the twelfth realm.
Well, even if he were lucky enough to become a great swordsman in the Thirteenth Realm one day, his sword power would not be as good as one ten thousandth of the mountain master at this moment!
The mountain master is so powerful, he is also a real swordsman!
Tong Yu looked at Lin Zhao's heroic gesture of drawing the sword, and her beautiful eyes were covered with mist. Although she was also worried about the safety of Lin Zhao's brother, at the moment when Lin Zhao drew the sword, Tong Yu was convinced of Lin Zhao's strength.
No doubt, although brother Lin Zhao is only a sword cultivator in the ninth realm, killing the inner demon of a mere eleventh realm swordsman is a piece of cake!
Huang Tingyu crossed his arms and squinted his eyes. This scene looked pleasing to the eye!
Zhi Zhi, Chu Yu, Muzhen, and Chen Ben all looked at it with wide eyes. Their hearts were very complicated. They were worried about Lin Zhao, but also very excited. The momentum of this sword was unparalleled!
"Master..."
Zhang Luobai, who was holding a sword in his hand, was extremely shocked when he saw Lin Zhao drawing his sword. He only knew that his master was a very powerful swordsman before, but he never thought he was so powerful. Zhuang Yirong on the side also opened his eyes wide.
Eyes, the mountain master's sword can probably split even mountains, right? It's so powerful, more powerful than all the swordsmen in the world put together, except of course the master, who is also super powerful.
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Hundreds of flowers under heaven.
On top of Lushan Mountain, a pair of young men and women stood on the top of the mountain. One was a god wearing golden military armor and carrying the Tiger Divine Sword, and the other was wearing a peasant woman's clothes but still could not hide her stunning beauty.
The woman and the two looked in the direction of Lingze Mountain. The world was dark, except for a wisp of sword energy rising from Lingze Mountain into the sky. Anyone could feel the majesty and majesty of the sword energy.
However, that sword energy is somewhat familiar.
"is it him?"
Mao Niang said softly: "Lao Qi, is this Master Lin Zhao?"
"Most likely..."
Qi Dongshan's body trembled slightly and said: "What a majestic power of swordsmanship. Master Lin Zhao is really a banished immortal. I am afraid that all the monks in our Baihua World combined may not be able to block his sword."
Bar?"
Mao Niang narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "Master Lin Zhao is a good person and a good swordsman. This is the best arrangement in the world. Lao Qi, my new shop should be opened earlier to save Master Lin Zhao from visiting again in the future."
If Bai Hua Tian Xia can't find that Qinglu Inn and can't enjoy your Lao Qi's craftsmanship, that won't be good."
Qi Dongshan smiled and said: "I know, I have started planning to rebuild the Qinglu Inn these days, but ah... don't give up on the poetry of the great bachelor that week, right?"
"Hang you?"
"Okay, I've written a lot of books!"
"???"
Mao Niang gave him a gentle punch: "Are you shameless?"
Qi Dongshan giggled, this punch was lighter than before after all, it was all gentle!
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Climbing to the Immortal Platform.
"..."
Chu Xiantong looked at Lin Zhao's gesture of drawing the sword. The distance was too close, and his heart was already trembling. At this moment, the sword intention from Lin Zhao's body, and the great energy of the ancient sword, made Chu Xian
Tong felt as if she was in another world. She only felt that if Lin Zhao could really pull out this sword, it would not be too much to wipe out the entire Baihua Tianxia with one sword.
Yu Wanning clenched her fists, but she was very happy in her heart. She knew a little bit about Wu Yuanzi's strength, which was far beyond the so-called ten people in the world. He was a superior being. If he really wanted to kill Wu Yuanzi, it would be impossible without killing a few people on his side.
Fortunately, Lin Zhao's sword gave Yu Wanning enough confidence. As long as he drew this sword, it would not be a problem to kill Wu Yuanzi.
The fish in the pond narrowed his eyes under the blow of the layers of swords. At this moment, his mood was extremely complicated. When they first met, he was jealous of the folding fan goddess Liu Liying, and he actually wanted to force Lin Zhao to surrender to him.
Wen Jian, now it seems that his original behavior was so childish. If Lin Zhao really wants to ask Jian in front of him, a hundred fish in the pond tied together may not be enough for him to chop!
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Under the sword light, Wu Yuanzi held an oil-paper umbrella with a cold look on his face. He had been locked by the Qi of the Dragon-Slaying Sword. It was impossible to escape. All he could do was fight to the death. Of course, the hundred people in the oil-paper umbrella could not escape.
Beautiful pictures are all his trump cards. Even if he is really going to be killed, there will be people who will bury him with him.
"Son..."
Under the oil-paper umbrella, Liu Liying was trapped in a chaotic world, but when she looked up she could still see Lin Zhao about to pull out the ancient sword. The grace of that sword was unparalleled in the world, and that was what Liu Liying deserved.
The man I followed was a kind man and a strong swordsman. It was a pity that in the end I didn't even say goodbye and was about to die by the young master's sword.
For a moment, Liu Liying burst into tears.
"Sir, Liying will have the honor to follow you again in the next life..."
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"Lin Zhao!"
Wu Yuanzi's eyes were cold and he said: "Do you really think you can kill me?!"
"if not!?"
Lin Zhao pulled out the sword with all his strength. The hilt of the sword "sizzled" and wisps of golden light flowed around. However, the sword seemed to be too difficult to pull out. Although the Dragon Slaying Sword gave him a reaction, Sister Bai's
The aura never appeared, could it be an illusion? I haven't pulled out the sword for a long time, so I have to give everyone an explanation, right?
"what to do?"
He was also a little embarrassed, but when he raised his head and looked at Wu Yuanzi, the demon holding the umbrella, his murderous intention suddenly surged, and he had to kill this demon no matter what!
No matter how many things he has, if he can't draw the sword, then I'll kill him with the scabbard!
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"rustle……"
In an instant, Lin Zhao thought, and the rags wrapping the Dragon-Slaying Sword were annihilated and turned into debris. He suddenly lifted the Dragon-Slaying Sword from behind with the scabbard attached, and saw wisps of milky white light flowing around the scabbard, and the sword's intention
Incomparably majestic, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he struck out a peerless sword against Wu Yuanzi, the inner demon holding the umbrella!
"Kill the immortal with one sword!"
No matter if you are a god or a demon, I will kill them all with one sword!
