Next to a stream, the morning light shines in from the gaps in the forest, showing wisps of light pillars, which looks particularly magnificent. And right next to the stream, Gu Yanshu, who is wearing a purple gown, is washing his wounds. At this time, he has a total of three swords on his back.
, Xunlu, Hongchen, Lengxue, and all other swords that are not eye-catching have been abandoned.
When he untied the cloth bandaging the wound, he found that most of the wound had healed and was healing rapidly. So he picked up the stream water, wet the wound, and washed the dried blood around the wound. The blood stains followed the stream all the way towards
It flowed downstream, and after Gu Yanshu washed the wound, he took out a deer leg from the storage bag. No matter how many there were, he opened his mouth and bit off a large piece, eating it raw and bloody.
Although Gu Yanshu was arrogant, he knew that there were many people hunting him in the mountains, so he did not dare to light a fire and eat cooked food. Fortunately, he had lived in the mountains for many years, and he had been living like this for many years, so he was used to it.
After eating half of the deer leg in one breath, he jumped up and landed on an ancient tree. He held the Xunlu Sword in his arms and closed his eyes for a while. The Xunlu Sword kept killing people, drinking Xiao Cong and Li Chu.
The rust stains on the blood of Yun and others seemed to have melted a lot with the blood. Today's Xunlu Sword already has a bit of the style of a divine sword, with wisps of milky white light patterns rotating at the edge of the sword, which is quite extraordinary.
…
downstream.
Several rays of sword light flew by. Huang Tingyu walked at the front with a flying sword. He sniffed his nose. There was the smell of blood in the wind, but it was not particularly strong. The stronger smell of blood came from the stream.
, he frowned, pointed to the gurgling stream, and said: "If the person who fought with Lin Zhujie by the lake before was Gu Yanshu, then he should be upstream. I can smell the presence of something in the stream.
The taste of his blood."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded, looked at Zhi Zhi and Su Qingjiu, and said: "Suppress your breath to the lowest level. Once you meet Gu Yanshu, you don't have to worry about anything, just kill him with all your strength."
"Know."
Su Qingjiu and Zhi Zhi nodded in unison.
"I'll take you there."
As soon as Lin Zhao raised his hand, the flying sword Haoran opened up a small world, carrying everyone and flew upstream. There was no movement in the wind. Haoran's small world seemed to be walking in the virtual world. In the blink of an eye, it rushed upstream, and then
Not far upstream, a young swordsman wearing a purple gown leaned against a tree branch and closed his eyes to meditate. At a certain moment, he seemed to sense something and hurriedly opened his eyes.
"who?!"
He yelled, but it was already too late. The moment Haoran's little world disappeared, Su Qingjiu's sword filled with strong sword intent fell from the sky and went straight to Gu Yanshu's head.
"ah?!"
Gu Yanshu was horrified, the opponent's sword intent was so strong, it was much scarier than Lin Zhujie. As the white horse passed by, Gu Yanshu raised his Xunlu Sword and struck out fiercely with the sword, trying to catch Su Qingjiu's attack.
With one strike of the sword, there was a dull and loud sound, and the nearby jungle branches and leaves were crushed by the chaotic and dense sword energy, and all the stream water splashed.
Su Qingjiu, dressed in a red skirt and white shirt, stayed in mid-air like a fairy on the mountain, while Gu Yanshu hurriedly received the sword, and his body was shaken back, breaking a section of a giant tree before stopping in embarrassment.
The hand holding the Xunlu Sword was already filled with blood. With just one strike of the sword, his tiger's mouth was already split open.
"kill!"
Lin Zhao flew over in white clothes, and the two flying swords of Mingyue and Xinhuo shot out at the same time. At the same time, the mayfly flying swords of Orange Gourd also rushed out of the gourd mouth in dense numbers, killing people in the wind and sweeping towards Gu Yanshu invisible.
"snort!"
Gu Yanshu was naturally arrogant, and perhaps he was still afraid of Su Qingjiu and others, but facing Lin Zhao, who was in the ninth realm, he didn't take him seriously at all. The sword light passed by, and the sword energy rolled, sending a bunch of mayflies flying to the sword.
All the scrolls flew out, and with his thoughts, a flying sword rushed out of Yunjian Lake and knocked Mingyue away. But just when he was about to punch away the fire, he found that the flying sword suddenly turned around in the air.
direction, a "chi" sound penetrated the protective sword, leaving a blood mark on Gu Yanshu's neck. A flying sword from the Nascent Soul Realm actually injured an Eleventh Realm sword cultivator!
A ray of sword light fell from the sky and crushed Gu Yanshu's shoulder. It was the sword struck by Gao Zhizhi with his sword Cheng Xin.
"Um?!"
Gu Yanshu raised his head proudly, his sword intent gushing out from his body, forming a ray of sword energy, soaring into the sky and colliding with Gao Zhizhi's sword, his eyes full of pride: "Who do you think you are, dare to be my enemy?"
But at the next moment, Gao Zhi's sword light was divided into three, and two sword lights attacked from both sides. One sword light turned into the figure of Gao Zhi's white-clothed Shengxue, and landed with a fierce kick, with a loud "Peng" sound.
The sword energy was overflowing, and it trampled Gu Yanshu to his knees, hitting his head on the ground. Zhizhi stood in the air, a long snow-white jade leg stepped on the back of Gu Yanshu's head, and said lightly: "Who are you? How dare you
So arrogant?"
Huang Tingyu shouted: "Let's kill him first!"
In an instant, Huang Lao Sword Immortal, who was covered in demonic aura, swept across with his sword and smashed Gu Yanshu's protective sword. The fine sword aura enveloped him and sent Gu Yanshu flying away. When he landed, Gu Yanshu's purple gown was already gone.
Most of them were chopped into pieces, and their bodies were covered in scars. He was kneeling on the ground, holding the Xunlu Sword in one hand. The three people in front of him were all at the pinnacle of the Twelve Realms, and none of them were what Gu Yanshu could handle.
…
Suddenly, Lin Zhao, Su Qingjiu and others were all alert. They looked into the distance together. There was a strong evil spirit approaching quickly, and a very familiar voice came from the wind——
"Tsk tsk, what a secluded garden on the top of a mountain. The family tradition of bullying the weak is really clean and upright!"
In the wind, a figure wearing a gray robe came with the breeze. It was Fusheng, the great demon of the Thirteenth Realm. The moment he arrived, he had crushed a Zhonglian letter and turned it into strands of golden text.
Around Gu Yanshu, he looked at Lin Zhao, Su Qingjiu and others and sneered, "Don't you feel ashamed if you bully the few with more and bully the weak with strength?"
Huang Tingyu held the sword in his arms and sneered: "Isn't this your specialty?"
"Huang Tingyu!"
Fu Sheng's eyes were cold: "Just wait, you have planted too many karma, and your fate will be more miserable than that of any demon clan in the upper five realms."
Huang Tingyu said calmly: "During the hundred years in Qingliang Mountain, I have tasted all the desolation and loneliness in the world. What is there to fear now? Thanks to Zushan's arrangement, I really want to ask the Qingkui on Zushan.
Aren’t you afraid of being backlashed by the great road?”
"Humph, it's useless to talk more."
Fu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "I'll see the real seal under my hand."
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared around Fu Sheng. On the left was Lu Yan, the great demon of the twelfth realm. He was dressed in robes and holding a spear refined from the true dragon's spine. He had a murderous look on his face, and the figure on the right was.
It was Long Zheng, a sword cultivator from the Twelve Realm Monster Clan, dressed in a green skirt, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and staring at Su Qingjiu with a pair of eyes. He was also a sword cultivator from the Twelve Realms, the pinnacle of the human world, and he had long wanted to fight with this Changmingshan
The master is one point ahead.
…
"How to fight?" Su Qingjiu asked in her heart.
Lin Zhao frowned and said to the three of them with the same thoughts: "Lao Huang held Fu Sheng down, Xiao Jiu'er held down Long Zheng, Gao Zhi faced Lu Huan, Xiao Jiu'er tried to suppress Long Zheng quickly and freed up his hands to help Gao.
Zhi, let’s get rid of Luyan first, use Luhuan as a breakthrough point, then deal with Longzheng, and finally work together to attack Fusheng. We don’t know if more demon monks will come, so we must fight quickly.
If you can't deal with Zhuo Xiang's time, you will find a way to escape. Once more monsters come to help, you will also find a way to escape. In addition, be careful of Gu Yanshu, he may also take the opportunity to take action."
"knew."
Su Qingjiu nodded.
"Come on, come on!"
Huang Tingyu took a step forward carelessly, and a powerful big yellow dog appeared behind him. His whole body was filled with sword intent and soared into the sky. He smiled and said: "Fu Sheng, you are not good at practicing swordsmanship. You have to practice Confucian methods.
Today, let me teach you how many tricks you, a demon clan like a monkey, have learned from other scholars."
The sentence "monkeys in the crown" directly made Fu Sheng feel strong murderous thoughts in his heart. With a flick of his long sleeves, bamboo slips were lined up one after another, and he said with a smile: "I'm afraid that Huang Tingyu, who is only in the twelfth realm, is not enough to defeat you!"
"We'll talk about it later!"
Huang Tingyu swung his sword gently, and the sword was packed with thousands of sword intentions and crashed into Fu Sheng. Huang Tingyu came up and fought with all his strength, directly knocking Fu Sheng back.
Su Qingjiu pointed his sword directly at Long Zheng: "Death?"
"Do you have that ability?"
Long Zheng sneered, and with a wave of his long sword, endless water-carrying sword energy suddenly surged around him, covering a forest. Su Qingjiu also waved his long sword, and immediately used the sword heart to connect with the gods, opening up a path full of divine power.
The kendo restrictions of Long Zheng are constantly crushing the kendo restrictions of Long Zheng. Before the two twelve-level swordsmen take action, they must first fight to see who has the stronger sword intention. The stronger side will naturally have a certain advantage in the world of kendo.
In the blink of an eye, Long Zheng's face turned quite pale, he frowned, and a green dragon appeared behind him. He bit his silver teeth, raised his sword and charged towards Su Qingjiu. His sword struck the air, and Su Qingjiu did the same.
The sword greeted them, and the moment the two twelve realms took action, the forest and a lake not far away were already enveloped by endless sword energy.
…
"We are the only ones left."
Lu Yan squinted his eyes, looked straight at Zhi Zhi, and said with a smile: "Tsk, tsk, I really didn't expect that a useless seventh-level sword cultivator in the mountain top garden a hundred years ago, after having one of his arms chopped off, actually
You can still achieve such a level of twelve realms that cannot be underestimated. Zhizhi, you are also one of the top figures in the northern region of the human race. Why do you follow a fool like Lin Baiyi to die? Why don't we make an agreement today? If you lose,
How about you come back to the Monster Clan with me and be my wife, Lu Huan?"
Zhi Zhi's pretty face was shrouded in frost, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she sneered: "Let's wait until you can survive until tomorrow to talk about this kind of thing!"
