Chapter Eight hundred and twentieth The man Lin Bamboo Festival!
Deep in the mountains and forests.
Lin Zhao was slightly startled, and took out the Shuzhou He family's "Trouble Card" from his arms. At this time, the trouble card was shining brightly, and it resonated strongly with a direction in the distance. When Lin Zhao pressed
When he held the trouble card, he already knew something was wrong. He frowned slightly and said, "Something happened to He Shufan of the He family in Shuzhou."
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Huang Tingyu said calmly: "Huh, didn't He Shufan tell us at the Mountain Top Garden not to interfere in Shuzhou's affairs? Now he is asking for help using the trouble card, so don't ignore it!"
Zhi Zhi frowned slightly and said nothing.
In fact, Huang Tingyu and Zhi Zhi were both injured.
Lin Zhao took a deep breath and said: "What if He Shufan encountered Gu Yanshu? Gu Yanshu killed Xiao Cong of Confucian Wenlin, and Liu Xingshu's life and death are unknown. Now the most damned person in Xishu is Gu Yanshu. We should go there no matter what."
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"Um."
Zhi Zhi nodded: "My lord, you are right."
"Cun'er?"
Lin Zhao looked at Wei Huarou and said, "What should you do, stay with us, or not?"
Wei Huarou looked at the vast forest sea in the distance and said: "Although Nine-Tails has fallen, it is still an extremely terrifying Thirteenth Level. Moreover, Nine-Tails' magical power is very difficult. It would be difficult for others to deal with it. I plan to pursue it."
Kill the Kyuubi and eradicate it completely!"
"OK."
Lin Zhao clasped his fists and said: "Then let's go first and see you at Lingque Lake later. By the way, if you see Xiao Jiu'er, remember to help take care of him."
"Yes, see you at Lingque Lake."
Wei Huarou raised his head and looked at Lin Zhao, Huang Tingyu, and Zhi Zhi as they walked away with their swords. She frowned slightly. In fact, Su Qingjiu was wandering between life and death at this time. Wei Huarou had already sensed this.
It's just that only Su Qingjiu can break Su Qingjiu's deadlock, and no one else can help him. Even if Wei Huarou really arrives in the East China Sea at this time, he probably won't be able to break through the Xingshen Yuhai Killing Formation. Therefore, all he can do is kill the Nine Tails and solve them one by one.
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In the forest in the distance, there is a smell of blood.
When Lin Zhao, Huang Tingyu, and Zhu Zhi fell from the sky, what they saw was a tragic scene. Broken limbs and broken bodies were everywhere on the ground. All 500 monks of the He family in Shuzhou died in battle. The mountain forest was cut into pieces by countless fierce sword energies.
Block by block, the ground was almost dyed red with blood. Just under a small tree, Lin Zhao saw the body of He Shufan. He died in a very miserable state. He was cut into two halves. The blood all over his body was almost drained. In his hands,
He was still holding the crushed piece of trouble card, his eyes were wide open and he couldn't close his eyes.
"Too late again."
Lin Zhao sighed, leaned down and closed He Shufan's eyes, saying: "Look at this killing method, it is still Gu Yanshu's masterpiece. Can Lao Huang and Zhi Zhi sense his aura?"
"It's long gone."
Huang Tingyu frowned and said: "Only his remaining murderous intent and sword intent are left here, but there is no doubt that it must have been done by Gu Yanshu. The remaining sword intent contains a strong Xunlu sword aura, and there is probably a trace of Xunlu sword energy in the world.
Only Gu Yanshu could use such cruel methods to kill all these Shuzhou heroes without leaving a single one behind."
Zhi Zhi looked up at the sky and frowned: "What a murderous aura...Does Gu Yanshu want to wipe out the entire Xishu Mountain?"
Lin Zhao frowned and said nothing.
Among the ten swords in the world, Xunlu Sword ranks last, but Xunlu Sword itself is a killing sword with the heaviest murderous intent. Now Xunlu Sword and Gu Yanshu are a perfect match, and they can be regarded as one of the most powerful in the human race.
There was a disaster. Although He Wei was nowhere to be seen here, the great monk of the Twelve Realm must have also participated in the battle, but even he couldn't do anything about it. This shows how powerful Gu Yanshu has become. Lin Zhao even felt that he was alone.
Neither Huang Tingyu nor Gao Zhi could suppress Gu Yanshu head-on. In their current state, they had to join forces. Therefore, the power of the Mountain Villa could no longer be dispersed.
"Old Huang."
He sighed: "Continue to track Gu Yanshu's whereabouts with all our strength. We can't let him continue to kill like this. If he continues to kill, he will probably reach the twelfth realm. By then, Gu Yanshu in the twelfth realm plus the blood-drinking
The Xunlu Sword is really a catastrophe for the human world."
Huang Tingyu nodded, deeply convinced.
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Between the mountains, a lake is connected.
The mist filled the place, making it look like a fairyland. Just above the lake, a figure was holding a sword and walking on the lake. It was Gu Yanshu. At this moment, Gu Yanshu lowered his head, and his whole body was covered with bloody air.
It was a strong murderous aura. The deer-seeking sword was slung behind his back, and the murderous aura in the blade was so thick that it was almost overwhelming. At this time, Gu Yanshu was like a god of murder, and the murderous aura was so heavy that the earth would sink.
His eyes were determined, those who were killed were all those who deserved to be killed, and who was the person who deserved to be killed? Everyone in the world deserved to be killed, why, because everyone in the world was burdened with the Xunlu Sword. In this case, from the moment he came out of the mountain with the Xunlu Sword
, was destined to cause a bloody storm, Gu Yanshu even felt that he was not actually bloodthirsty, he was just fighting injustice for his master.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became in his heart. The sword intent in his body kept rising and surging, so that the lake water under his feet also boiled. How far is such sword intent from the Twelve Realm? I'm afraid it can't be too far away.
Much more, and Gu Yanshu is even more confident that once he steps into the Twelve Realms, with the Xunlu Sword in his hand, he will be the strongest swordsman in the world, and he is probably not far behind the Master of the Fusu Great Wall.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Gu Yanshu's eyes fell on the bottom of the lake, and he saw a ray of blazing white light rushing from the ground.
The next moment, Gu Yanshu twisted his body and managed to avoid the sword energy coming from the bottom of the water. However, a several-inch wound was still cut on his arm. The opponent's sword intention was strong and the sword energy was sharp, not at all behind him.
Next, dense white light spots appeared at the bottom of the lake, all filled with dense sword energy.
"Asshole!"
Gu Yanshu rose into the air, swung his sword and created a sword curtain. Suddenly, the sword energy from the lake was like an upside-down waterfall, all impacting on Gu Yanshu's sword curtain, causing him to vomit blood, and his body floated back like a broken leaf.
Tens of feet away, the Xunlu Sword was lowered slightly, and the sword intent in his body quickly condensed again.
A few injuries were nothing to Gu Yanshu today.
In the distance, above the lake, a figure floated out. Dressed in an ivy-colored gown, he was also a sword cultivator. He was the Demon Clan's Twelve Realm Forest Bamboo Festival.
"Lin Bamboo Festival."
Gu Yanshu's eyes were cold: "Why are you so determined to kill me?"
"You deserve to die!"
Lin Zhujie held up the long sword with blazing light, and said with a sneer in his eyes: "Although I, Lin Zhujie, am an evil monster in the eyes of the human race, I am born to know right and wrong, good and evil, and I hate it the most in my life.
You kill innocent people indiscriminately, Gu Yanshu, I don’t care what kind of hatred you carry, but the people you kill should only be your enemies, instead of killing everyone you see. People like you make me sick.
, in this case, I will naturally find a way to kill you first."
"Can you kill me?"
Gu Yanshu sneered and said, "Just come."
"Okay, I'll make it happen for you."
Lin Zhujie rose into the sky, and another sword fell.
The water in the lake at Gu Yanshu's feet began to boil and evaporate. Lin Zhujie's sword intent was too fierce, but Gu Yanshu himself held the Xunlu Sword and did not retreat. He also slashed with the sword. The next moment, on the back of Lin Zhujie's hand,
There was a faint trace of blood, and a long gash appeared on Gu Yanshu's chest. In terms of cultivation, the eleventh realm was still far behind the twelve realms, and Lin Zhujie's twelve realm sword cultivation had never been better.
It's not papery. On the contrary, he is one of the strongest among the twelve realm sword cultivators of the demon clan.
"You're bleeding."
Gu Yanshu looked at the bloody gash on the back of Lin Zhujie's hand, slowly raised the Xunlu Sword, and said with a smile: "If you can't kill me, you can only make me stronger, and in the end, your sword will become my A collection of things.”
"Drink blood and feed back?"
Lin Zhujie raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It's really the Xunlu Sword... Tsk tsk, do you think drinking blood and feeding back will be useful to me, Lin Zhujie? What if I give you all the blood of the twelve realms of the demon clan in my body?" ,Aren’t you afraid of dying?!”
With that said, Lin Zhujie raised his sword again, and for a moment, the entire lake began to boil.
Gu Yanshu frowned. Lin Zhujie was indeed different from other sword cultivators. He already belonged to the level of Huang Tingyu and Zhu Zhi. Moreover, Lin Zhujie was now in his prime. If he really fought hard, Gu Yanshu might not have time to learn from it. Karma's backlash had already been hacked to death by Lin Zhujie, so at the next moment, although Gu Yanshu seemed to be using his sword with all his strength, he was actually looking for a way out.
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While they were fighting, a heartbeat suddenly rippled in the depths of Lin Zhujie's heart. It was the voice of the great demon Jade: "Lin Zhujie, what are you doing?"
"What?"
Lin Zhujie slashed Gu Yanshu with his sword so hard that he rolled and retreated on the lake. He said confidently and confidently: "I am killing the genius of the human race to eliminate the big troubles in the future for my demon race!"
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Yu Zhi was stunned, since when did you, Lin Zhujie, care so much about the ancestral mountain of the demon clan? However, Yu Zhi still frowned and said: "Let's put aside the killing of Tianjiao and so on. You immediately go to the depths of the eastern mountains. I went to resolve a murderous situation for Master Qingqiu. The headmaster Wei of the Tao family's ancestral court is chasing her. If there is no strong support, I'm afraid it will not be good."
"knew."
Lin Zhujie raised his eyebrows: "If I save Lord Qingqiu, will there be a reward from Zushan? For a martial arts competition, will you give me 10,000 gold mullet coins or something?"
Yu Zhi was a little annoyed: "Is Jiuwei's life only worth 10,000 gold mullet coins? If you, Lin Zhujie, are really capable of saving Lord Qingqiu from Wei Huarou, I will apply to Demon Ancestor for 100,000 gold mullet coins for you. Cultivation resources!”
"It's done!"
Lin Zhujie suddenly knocked back Gu Yanshu with his sword, and said calmly: "What a pity, I am going to make a fortune and have no time to kill you. Don't let me see you again, otherwise I will kill you every time I see you!"
As he spoke, the bamboo knots in the forest floated away like a glimmer of light in the wind, making it impossible to catch.
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Gu Yanshu was covered in blood, standing on the lake with a frown on his face and a heavy heart.
