Eight hundred and thirtieth chapters petty temperament
Many monster clans fled away one by one, but the mountain monks in the human world are not vegetarians, such as Su Qingjiu, Long Dongjun, Xie Yiying, Xiao Muhan and others, who is not ruthless? So, among the many monster clans,
While escaping, basically everyone was left with some mark by the opponent. Some had their heads smashed directly, some had a sword cut on their legs, and some had a piece of their life-reverse scale cut off.
In the air, the map of mountains, rivers and the country turned into a blue light and flew into Wei Huarou's long sleeves. She floated down, took out a pill from her arms and fed it into Yu Wanning's mouth. She said with a smile: "Fortunately it's the eleventh day."
I am a martial artist, my body is strong enough, and this pill of mine can protect my heart, so my life can be considered saved."
"ah?!"
Lin Zhao was overjoyed and saw Yu Wanning's face slowly turning red. He handed Yu Wanning into Su Qingjiu's arms, turned around and hugged Wei Huarou with a fist, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Master Wei."
Help!"
Long Dongjun, Xie Yiying, Xiao Muhan and others also clasped their fists: "Thank you, Master Wei!"
"You don't have to be polite."
Wei Huarou smiled and nodded.
Lin Zhao glanced at Wei Huarou, then at Xu Shuo who was sitting on the water not far away, and said: "Xu Jianxian..."
Wei Huarou floated over and stood in front of Xu Shuo with Lin Zhao. She took a look at Xu Shuo's injuries and said: "Xu Jianxian's main problem is that he fell into a bad situation. His injuries are only average. There is no need to waste my life-saving elixir."
"That's good!"
Lin Zhao nodded and chuckled. There were few people here, so he asked: "Cun'er, are you okay?"
"fine!"
Wei Huarou smiled slightly, feeling more and more fond of Lin Zhao's temperament. In front of everyone, he still respectfully called himself Headmaster Wei, and only called Cun'er in private. This is the legendary Ming Shili.
Knowing how to advance or retreat, otherwise, blindly getting close may seem presumptuous, and the final result may be bad.
"杞栀."
Lin Zhao turned around and looked at his most capable subordinate, then glanced at Wei Huarou: "Cun'er, Gao Zhi's injury."
"fine."
Wei Huarou poured out a light green elixir and said, "Give it to her. It will heal her injuries and stabilize her realm. Her refining objects were shattered a lot, and her realm is a little unstable. We can slowly fix it later."
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"Um."
Lin Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and asked Zhi Zhi to take the elixir. At this time, he finally felt relieved.
"anything else?"
Su Qingjiu hugged Yu Wanning, lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the water, and said: "Brother Lin Zhao, what should I do with Gu Yanshu?"
"I'll cut it off with one sword."
Huang Tingyu frowned: "It's useless to keep this kind of beast around!"
"right."
Long Dongjun looked down at the bottom of the lake and said: "Lin Zhao, you must not have any love for talents. The sins Gu Yanshu has committed are too serious. Even if he is the master of the Xunlu Sword, you don't have to do anything to him.
tolerant."
"I know."
Lin Zhao clasped his fists at everyone and said: "Gu Yanshu has been cut down by my sword and turned into a sword cultivator. I want to save his life first, mainly for my own selfishness. In Gu Yanshu's case, I
Trying to break down the fundamentals of good and evil in human nature may be beneficial to my situation. You can rest assured that if Gu Yanshu has the slightest chance to do evil again, it will be blamed on me, Lin Zhao."
"That's good."
Xie Yiying smiled and nodded: "I will go south and return to Furong Prefecture soon. Do you have anything to say to Mengjun?"
"have."
Lin Zhao said in a deep voice: "Let Mengjun practice swordsmanship well. She may have to take the lead in the swordsmanship in Furong Prefecture in the future. Let her never slack off and strive to excel in the future and break through to become the first thirteenth realm swordsman in Furong Prefecture."
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"OK."
Xie Yiying narrowed her eyes and smiled: "This sentence must be brought to everyone, Master Wei, Xie Yiying will return to Furong Prefecture first. At home... there are still a group of disciples waiting for my master to return home~~~"
Wei Huarou smiled and nodded. Immediately, Xie Yiying turned into a sword light and left. After that, Long Dongjun also said goodbye to everyone one by one and left in the wind.
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Lin Zhao looked down at the bottom of the lake, raised his hand slightly, and suddenly the flying sword split the blue waves, and rolled up Gu Yanshu from the bottom of the lake. At this time, Gu Yanshu had fallen to the first level of sword cultivation, and anyone present could kill him easily.
, but the fierceness in Gu Yanshu's eyes did not seem to diminish at all. Lin Zhao grabbed the clothes on his back and held it in his hands, struggling hard, with a sinister look in his eyes: "Why, you don't want to kill me? Do you want to spare my life, Gu Yanshu? Lin Zhao
Bai Yi, let me advise you, you think too highly of yourself, don't end up playing with fire and burning yourself."
At this time, the Xunlu Sword was already in the scabbard. With Gu Yanshu's current level of cultivation, it was already impossible to pull out the Xunlu Sword.
"Um?"
Lin Zhao looked at Gu Yanshu with some confusion. He raised his palm and held Gu Yanshu in the air. Immediately, his fists surged all over his body. A "peng" punch landed on Gu Yanshu's face, causing him to roll over in the lake water for several seconds.
Ten meters away, the water surface was immediately sealed, and a kick fell from the sky and stepped on Gu Yanshu's chest, causing Gu Yanshu to vomit blood. Then he lifted his body up with his toes, and kicked him again, causing Gu Yanshu to roll down against the water.
Huang Tingyu's foot was stepped on by Huang Tingyu's face.
"Just step on this dog's head and forget it." Huang Tingyu said.
"never mind."
Lin Zhao gently raised his hand, and Feijian Haoran held Gu Yanshu in front of his eyes. Lin Zhao looked at his embarrassed appearance and sneered: "It is not a pity for people like you to die, and this idea of mine has never changed.
Yes, but I still want to save your life and see what kind of person you are, Gu Yanshu."
"you!"
Just as Gu Yanshu was about to bar his teeth, he was immediately slapped hard by Lin Zhao on the face, which was so hot that he swallowed a curse word. At this moment, Gu Yanshu really understood what the snowy Tianchi Forest was.
Bai Yi, who is a saint in this world, is actually a ruthless person. Lin Baiyi is half a military strategist after all. In front of such a person... speaking cruel words is just asking for trouble, there is no need.
As a result, Gu Yanshu began to remain silent.
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At the source on the east side of the Xijian River is a mountain of ice and snow.
The source of the terrain is too high, and there is a lot of water transport for melting snow. Therefore, although the sea is to the east, the Xijian River does not flow eastward into the sea, but flows westward, forming a pattern where water flows from the human world to the ghost world.
At this time, in the sky above the snow ridge, streaks of light flew away. They were a group of upper-level five-level monsters returning to the world of monsters.
However, just when everyone was returning to their homes, a water curtain suddenly appeared in the air, so that a group of demon clans in front of them all hit the water curtain, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. Above the source of the Xijian River, a man wearing golden
The body of Empress Jiang Shen in military armor slowly stood up and stood majestically between heaven and earth. It was none other than Lin Xingchu. As he waved his long sword, the heads of two eleventh-level demon clansmen were already missing.
"laugh!"
In the sky, a bright light fell down, and the sword energy was so majestic that it made people feel frightened. The person who came was none other than Lin Wanhua from the Fusu Great Wall.
From the other direction, a sword light swept across, turning the body of an eleventh-level monster clan into a blood mist. The man was wearing a gray-white Confucian shirt, and he was a thirteenth-level Confucian swordsman named Jing Chu.
In fact, Lin Wanhua, Lin Xingchu, and Jing Chu set up an ambush for the demon clan on their way back. This was also one of Confucian Wenlin's plans. There is no reason for the demon clan to wreak havoc in the human world and kill the Lord of Dongyue Mountain, Ning Haoshou, but in the end he was still able to survive.
Retreat, is there such a good thing in the world? Lin Wanhua, Lin Xingchu, and Jingchu are indeed restrained in the Northern Territory by the millions of armies of the Monster Clan and Nishang World, but they are extremely far away from the Snow Ridge, so it is logical to set up an ambush at such a short distance.
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"Asshole!"
Yu Zhi's pretty face was extremely distorted, and she said: "Charge over with all your strength, there is no need to tangle with them!"
Naturally, it cannot be entangled. This place still belongs to Xijianjiang, and Lin Xingchu is equivalent to a fourteenth realm in Xijianjiang, and this place is not far from the Fusu Great Wall, so Lin Wanhua's combat power is slightly better than that of thirteenth realm. As for Jingchu
, even if this thirteenth realm sword cultivator is not as strong as Lin Wanhua, he is not too weak. If he really wants to fight hard, when Wei Huarou and Su Qingjiu come to help, the demon clan will probably suffer a big loss.
The next moment, the heaven and earth thundered, and a group of big demons violently attacked Lin Xingchu's landscape restrictions.
In fact, Yu Xie, Ning Yuansheng, Nan Qingfeng and others all crushed a natal object in order to find a way out through cultivation.
For a moment, sword lights were everywhere. Lin Wanhua drew her sword mercilessly, and fell with the sword, breaking the sword of Brahma Ling, a twelve-level sword cultivator, into two pieces. When Brahma Ling opened his mouth and was stunned, Lin Wanhua
The sword fell straight down, and Fan Ling, a twelve-level sword cultivator, suddenly turned into a shower of blood. She was obviously very strong, but that was not the case.
Jing Chu struck Fu Sheng in the calf with a fierce sword. Fu Sheng roared and fled for his life, transforming into a deer demon galloping between heaven and earth. His legs kept bleeding, while Lin Xingchu swept his sword across the south.
Qingfeng's abdomen was left with a sword wound. By the time a group of great demons had all crossed the Xijian River, many corpses had been left behind. There were three corpses in the twelfth realm alone, and seven in the eleventh realm.
Eight bodies, extremely tragic.
"Okay, I'll accept it as soon as it's ready."
Jing Chu groaned.
"Um."
Lin Wanhua said: "Empress Lin Xingchu, Lord Jingchu, you guys guard this place while I go south."
"ah?"
Jing Chu was slightly startled: "You...you want to go south privately?"
"Um?"
Lin Wanhua raised her eyebrows: "When will I, Lin Wanhua, go south or go north, and it will be your turn to be in charge of the Confucian civil society?"
Jing Chu had a headache, but Lin Xingchu smiled slightly: "Just don't die. The demon clan has caused my Xiao Zhao to lose so many friends. Your Lin Wanhua sword attack in Shuzhou can be considered as Xiao Zhao's head."
"Um!"
The next moment, Lin Wanhua turned into a sword light and headed straight south.
Those old masters in Confucian Wenlin have good tempers, that is their business, but I, Lin Wanhua, am petty and vindictive, and will not let go of any opportunity to settle accounts!
