Eight hundred and twentieth chapters no suspense killing
Yu Wanning stood on the stream with great momentum, as if she had once again become the Valkyrie of the ancient Shu Kingdom who was almost invincible in the world of flowers. She was full of fists, and her boxing skills were all over the place. She defeated He Shufan and others one after another, even against them.
The twelfth-level monk who entered He Wei was no less imposing. He punched continuously and crushed all of He Wei's methods. However, in the end, he was outnumbered and the other hundreds of monks attacked together.
As time passed, Yu Wan Ning's body continued to show scars, and she could no longer fight.
She suddenly twisted her body and walked across the water. When she used the movement technique of crossing the river with a reed to the extreme, her whole body turned into a wisp of cloud smoke on the stream, and in the blink of an eye she had appeared in a lake in the distance.
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"Forget it, young master."
He Wei frowned. If he really chased him, he might not have much chance of winning. That woman was indeed a monster. One enemy could beat her to the point of confusion. If she really wanted to kill such a person, she and the young master would probably at least
One of them has to have his life exchanged. The young master has his life exchanged. He can't explain it when he goes back. It seems unnecessary for him to have his life exchanged. Just for a fairy sword, he doesn't want the twelve realms?
"snort!"
He Shufan breathed heavily, frowned and looked in the direction where Yu Wanning disappeared, his heart full of resentment. He always felt that he was still a little bit close to keeping this woman, but in fact, he was still far away.
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"Pa bang bang..."
Someone was clapping in the distance. He was a young swordsman wearing a purple gown and carrying three swords behind him. One of the swords had mottled blood stains on it, but the energy flowing from the sword was very strong.
It is majestic and eye-catching. It is much richer than the other two swords. In addition, this man has wounds on his body.
"who?"
He Shufan frowned, turned around, held his sword across his chest, and said with a smile: "Friend, what do you mean?"
"Means nothing."
Gu Yanshu clasped his fists and smiled, and said: "I am a monk in the mountain. I just saw the young master wielding a sword. He looked like a swordsman. I dare to ask, where does the young master come from?"
"Easy to say."
He Shufan said calmly: "The He family in Shuzhou, the young master He Shufan, is a swordsman in the eleventh realm."
"Oh~~~"
Gu Yanshu nodded and smiled: "Since he is a famous scholar in Western Shu, he must have extraordinary means. I, Gu Yanshu, will ask the young master about swordsmanship!"
As he spoke, Gu Yanshu's whole aura changed instantly, from a lazy young swordsman to a murderous swordsman. The moment he pulled out the Xunlu Sword, he stepped forward, and the blade swept across with a murderous cold light.
But, as a result, his sword draw was too fast and sudden. He Shufan did not expect that the opponent's sword attack would be so sudden. In addition, Gu Yanshu's eleventh realm sword cultivator was extremely murderous, far better than the average eleventh realm sword cultivator.
, for a moment, He Shufan only felt a chill in his waist, and the next moment, his body had been split into two by Gu Yanshu's sword!
"Uh-huh..."
He Shufan let out a miserable cry, half of his body fell from his legs, his internal organs and blood flowed all over the floor, his whole body was shaking, and he almost fainted from the pain.
"So vulnerable?"
Gu Yanshu had an apology on his face and said with a smile: "If I had known this, I should have retained some strength, so as not to embarrass Master He Shufan like this."
"Master!"
A group of disciples and monks from the He family in Shuzhou were stunned. Who would have thought that their son, who was in the eleventh realm, could not even catch a sword?
"Asshole!"
A warrior rose into the air: "You took advantage of my young master's unpreparedness and unexpectedly attacked and killed my young master. Gu Yanshu, you beast, I will fight with you!"
"What are you trying to fight for?!"
Gu Yanshu raised his head, and the sword light flashed by. Suddenly, the eight-level martial artist turned into a rain of blood in the wind, and was completely evaporated by the blazing sword energy of the Xunlu Sword. He killed two people in a row, and the people on the Xunlu Sword's blade were
The glory became more and more blood red, and he had begun to kill people and drink blood to feed his master's state of cultivation. Gu Yanshu looked at everyone, stepped on the ground with one foot, and immediately a kendo restriction was raised, covering everyone in it, and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry
, no one can leave, everyone will die!"
"you……"
With his sinister eyes, He Wei, a great monk at the Twelfth Realm, could still be intimidated by the sword cultivator at the Eleventh Realm in front of him? What's more, if He Shufan dies, He Wei will probably be left out even if he returns to the He family.
When he thought of this, He Wei fluttered his long sleeves and said in a deep voice: "Come together, there are five hundred of us, why should we be afraid of his mere Gu Yanshu!?"
As he spoke, He Yi's long sleeves were raised, and suddenly the long sleeves of the magic robe that had been refined into a magical weapon poured down, covering Gu Yanshu in it. The blazing spiritual energy and flames poured out and began to burn Gu Yanshu who was imprisoned in it.
At the same time, He Wei sacrificed his own small world of twelve realms and wanted to replace it, but found that Gu Yanshu's sword restriction was not generally stable, and his own small world was unable to break through the opponent's restriction in a short period of time.
"It's just you?!"
In the long sleeves, Gu Yanshu roared, and the sword light spread out, shredding all the long-sleeved robes. At the same time, there were also shocking sword wounds on He Wei's arm, and even a whole piece of it.
His skin and flesh had all been shaved off. Gu Yanshu attacked with cruelty and cruelty, showing no mercy at all.
"superior!"
He Wei pulled away and retreated, and once again used a natal magic weapon, which was an inkstone, and hit Gu Yanshu hard, and Gu Yanshu also used a natal flying sword. The two magic weapons were entangled in the blink of an eye, and Gu Yanshu took the opportunity.
When the sword was drawn out, the bodies of more than a dozen of He's retainers turned into a rain of blood where the sword light started. Xunlu Sword once again drank blood.
"Beast, kill him!"
A young Xinghe sword cultivator gritted his teeth, swept his long sword across his sword, and roared: "Avenge the young master!"
However, before the sword was struck, Gu Yanshu rushed out with a sword and cut off the long sword. Immediately after the sword light flashed, a head of the Xinghe Sword Cultivator rolled down from the top of his head. Behind him, three people in the fifth realm
Wu Fu's fist fell in the air, Gu Yanshu turned around and swung out a sword, immediately cutting off the arms of the three people, and then a flying sword flew out, cutting all three of them in half, making them suffer the same fate as the young master He Shufan.
At this time, Gu Yanshu was like a god of murder in purgatory, wielding a deer-seeking sword to kill wantonly, forcing the twelfth-level monk to dare not approach. Every time the sword was thrown, someone was bound to be killed. A group of Shuzhou
He's disciples and monks fell in droves, and the number was reduced sharply from 500 people. First, they were killed to 400 people. The remaining people still felt that they were outnumbered and had a chance of winning, but they were killed to 300 people.
When the number of people was killed, many people's hearts were pounding. Then when two hundred people were killed, many people's hearts were filled with ashes. Finally, when less than a hundred people were killed, the remaining people were already running for their lives in all directions.
That person seemed to be impossible to defeat.
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Far away, among the reeds.
Yu Wanning carried the Xunyue Sword on his back and looked at the stream in the distance, which was shrouded by Gu Yanshu's small world of swordsmanship. There was no one there, only a forest, but Yu Wanning could clearly see the trees covered with trees.
After the sword energy was cut off, she could see sword marks appearing on the ground. She could see that the ground was stained red with blood. At the same time, she could also clearly feel that countless energy machines were disappearing and the person named Gu Yanshu was making progress.
In the midst of a killing, the He family in Shuzhou was unable to even fight back.
She frowned, her military courage suddenly dying down at this moment. Facing Gu Yanshu's strong murderous intent, she, an eleventh-level martial artist who dared to ask the sky for punches, actually felt scared.
At this moment, Yu Wanning was deeply ashamed of her. She shouldn't be like this, but she just happened to be like this. Facing the devil Gu Yanshu, Yu Waning didn't even have the courage to punch.
She herself looks down on herself. When she reunites with the mountain lord Lin Zhao in the future, will Lin Zhao think highly of Yu Wanning like this?
Does Yu Wanning like this deserve a place in the mountain top garden?
She bit her red lip until it bled, but in the end she did not choose to take action. She carried a reed across the river and followed the wind along the lake. She was far away in the blink of an eye. Although she felt that she was
It was very shameful, but I still felt that it was stupid to rush forward and die.
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"Peng!"
With a loud noise, He Wei, a great monk in the Twelve Realm, used a life object to explode a corner of the kendo prohibition set up by Gu Yanshu. The moment he saw the skylight outside, He Wei felt like he had survived a desperate situation. He looked at
Looking at He Shufan who was still trembling on the ground waiting for death, he gritted his teeth and said: "Young Master, why can't I be sorry..."
With that said, the great monk of the Twelve Realm broke through the wind and fled.
After all, the head of the family said something very heart-warming to He Wei before, "If you are undecided in trouble, self-preservation comes first." In fact, He Wei also thinks so. The He family in Shuzhou is currently such a twelve-level
, being able to preserve these twelve realms is the top priority of the He family in Shuzhou. As for the young master...one He Shufan died, but thousands of He Shufan will be born, and the head of the family and his wife are not without that ability.
So why fly faster and faster and escape as a matter of course.
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The ground was full of broken limbs and bloodstains. He Shufan was lying on the ground, his face full of pain. The eleventh-level sword cultivator's vitality was extremely tenacious, but his injuries were too severe. He was not a demon. The demon was killed.
It is possible that flesh and blood can regenerate after being cut in half, and one can still live, but for humans, unless one is a rebirth-level martial artist, suffering an injury of this level is doomed.
Seeing the disciples of the He family in Shuzhou being killed one by one, like slaughtering livestock, under Gu Yanshu's sword, these monks had no chance to fight back. For a moment, He Shufan shed tears of humiliation.
There is nothing you can do before you die. The only thing you can do for everyone is to crush the "Distress Card". Once the Distress Card is broken, people nearby who hold the Distress Card can feel the resonance and find this place.
And nearby, the only person with the distress card was Lin Baiyi.
Now, he fully hopes that Lin Baiyi in the snowy Tianchi can save the bloodline of the He family in Xishu.
