Chapter Thirty-One: With such a lord, what is the world afraid of?
After the black-robed woman named Xia Zhu drank the bottle of crystal clear liquid, her complexion quickly improved. After a while, her eyes regained a trace of vitality. Next to them, nothing looked at them in surprise. This spiritual vulture
The palace's elixir is indeed wonderful.
"Sister Xia Zhu, how are you? Are you feeling better?" A woman in black robe next to her asked eagerly when she saw Xia Zhu wake up.
"Qingzhu, I'm fine, Bizhu, put the divine liquid away quickly. This medicine is very precious and cannot be used more than once." The last sentence was said to the woman holding the medicine bottle.
"Sister Xia Zhu, it's okay, as long as your injury is healed, it won't matter no matter how much you use it," Qingzhu waved his hand and said.
Xia Zhu smiled slightly, looked at her, and said nothing.
When he mentioned the word "injury", Qingzhu's expression immediately changed. He turned his head and looked at Zuo Zimu fiercely. Two fierce lights shot out, filled with deep hatred and murderous intent.
"Sister Xia Zhu, wait, I'm going to avenge you." As he said this, he raised his sword and was about to move forward to compete with Zuo Zimu. "Wait a minute," Xia Zhu quickly grabbed her, and then
He whispered: "This person's martial arts is weird. He was ordinary at first, but later when I was about to defeat him, his skill suddenly increased greatly. You two go together, so be careful."
"Yes." Qingzhu and Bizhu nodded, and then looked at each other, with caution and caution in each other's eyes. They turned their eyes at the same time and looked sideways at Zuo Zimu.
drink
With two shouts, the two men drew out their swords at the same time, thrust forward, and stabbed towards Zuo Zimu. One person attacked Zuo Zimu's left side, and the other attacked his right side. The two of them attacked left and right together, and the sword power was extremely fierce.
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Just now Xia Zhu alone had left Zuo Zimu in a panic and almost died from the sword. Now the two of them are attacking at the same time, and judging from their movements and momentum, it can be seen that their martial arts are inferior to that of the woman named Xia Zhu.
It's just one step ahead. The two of them together are much more powerful than Xia Zhu alone.
At that moment, Zuo Zimu did not dare to be careless. He gritted his teeth, clenched his sword and faced him forward. At this time, he still had the powerful internal force transmitted to him by the Void in his body. He had only used part of it to defeat Xia Zhu, and now he still had
Part of it remains in his body.
This situation surprised and delighted him. What surprised him was that the void power actually had an extremely powerful adhesion. After losing its follow-up source, it did not just disappear, but remained in his body, allowing him to
I have the capital to cope with the situation at hand.
clank
The long swords struck each other. Zuo Zimu's long sword was calm and majestic, and he blocked the two agile and light swords thrust by the two women with one stroke. His strikes were majestic and powerful.
Qingzhu and Bizhu discovered it immediately when they fought with him. Their long swords buzzed from the shock, their palms were sore and numb, and they almost flew away.
This shocked them, and they both thought at the same time: What Sister Xia Zhu said is indeed true. This person's skills are extremely profound and immeasurable. In this first fight, he actually knocked the two of them apart, making him invincible.
The two of them looked at each other. Qingzhu, Bizhu, Xia Zhu and others had known each other since they were young. They had always been connected with each other and had no distinction between each other. Often the exchange of eyes would be clearer than any words.
The bodies of the two moved again at the same time, and the long swords thrust out forward at the same time. This time, their swords moved like dragons and snakes, with the strength of swimming dragons. The long swords kept changing in the air, twisting up and down, and were extremely sharp.
tsk tsk
The sound of piercing the sky kept ringing, and the two long swords flashed with silver light, and the swords twisted like two silver poisonous snakes, spitting out messages, twisting their bodies, and moved forward rapidly.
锵锵锵
The sound of weapons clashing suddenly rang out, and thunder crackled continuously, as if a violent storm was coming suddenly, and dense raindrops kept hitting the window paper in dense bursts.
Next to him, the male disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect was stunned. His eyes were filled with white flowers, so dazzling that he could not see clearly at all. All he could see was the sword light flashing, the white blades shaking, and the three long swords clashing together, clang.
With a clanging sound, dozens or hundreds of blows were exchanged in an instant, which was frighteningly fast.
He couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, his eyes wide open, looking at the sword flowers in the field, listening to the intensive collision sounds that kept coming, and his emotions were extremely tense.
The two women, Qingzhu and Bizhu, fought harder and harder, getting bigger and faster. The long swords in their hands really looked like silver snakes, and also like two soft whips. The swords were twisted at will, and the sword moves were extremely weird.
One to the left and one to the right of the two of them, two silver sword snakes danced mysteriously in the air, as if dancing in the strong wind, flickering in the dark night, whipping up a strong wind, dancing with light and shadow, and bursts of fierce and ferocious sword energy were frantic.
Overflowing.
Two lights and shadows danced, and two haloes of light struck towards Zuo Zimu from the left and right respectively. The strong wind roared, and the sword light puffed out, like a strong wind or a sudden rain, pouring down wildly.
Zuo Zimu frowned, his hair was blown back and fluttered back, dancing wildly. His face was solemn, and the veins on the back of the hand holding the sword were looming.
With a low roar, his arm shook, and the little internal force transmitted from the remaining nothingness in his body was fully mobilized by him at this time, and all of it was poured into his arm.
Weng
The long sword was swung, the sword buzzed, the clear sound trembled, whew, his expression condensed, and the long sword was held out, the sword was steady and unpretentious, but it had a sense of simplicity and heaviness, and there was a faint sense of oppression.
Power.
Qiang Qiang
An unpretentious long sword drew a straight line of light in the air, directly inserted into the two oncoming light groups. For a moment, the sword buzzed, the sound of metal clashing exploded, and there was a fierce collision.
He stood up and the sound exploded, like a roaring sea of thunder.
If the two groups of light were two silver snakes that danced smartly and wildly, then Zuo Zimu's sword was an ancient and domineering horned dragon. When the dragon's tail swung and its body shook, it shot up into the sky, and the green dragon above it
deep.
It drove straight in, stirred up the wind and clouds, and destroyed the world. The two sword snakes, which were originally extremely agile, suddenly seemed to have encountered a giant, like an iron wall. They hit the wall everywhere, and were trapped everywhere, unable to move flexibly or dance wildly.
ha
With a loud shout, a sword fell down, split in the middle, the momentum could break the sky, the force was extremely powerful, boom, fierce energy surged out, the two rapidly dancing sword groups were separated at once, and the tyrannical force shocked
Breaking their rhythm, two trembling long swords appeared.
Peng
The sword light flashed, and Zuo Zimu swung his long sword upwards with such ferocious power that the black-robed woman named Bizhu was immediately knocked away. She kept moving, taking one step forward, and followed her forward.
He took a step forward and came to the side of Qingzhu, followed by a backhand strike, the same fierce and domineering sword, carrying the last trace of strong internal energy remaining in his body.
ah
Qingzhu screamed, blood spurted out, and his body flew out like a cannonball. This sword contained Zuo Zimu's full strength. He used all his internal power and could no longer stop. Once the sword was used up, his internal power was also gone.
It is empty, so one can imagine how powerful and domineering it is.
The bamboo fell to the ground with a loud sound, blood gushed out from her mouth, her two beautiful eyes were wide open, the eyeballs protruded, the brilliance in them gradually faded, and the last trace of light of life disappeared.
"Qingzhu", from behind, Xia Zhu and several other women in black robes screamed, their voices full of sorrow and pain.
They were adopted by the Tianshan Child Mother since they were young. They read and read together, played together, learned martial arts and swordsmanship together, and grew up together. They laughed together, cried together, stayed with each other day and night, and knew each other in the cold and summer.
Although they are not biological sisters, they are closer than any biological sisters and their relationship is deeper. They have always killed others at will.
In their eyes, the people in the world are just a bunch of pigs and dogs, but today, a pig and dog in their eyes killed their own sisters, leaving them no matter how angry they are.
Xia Zhu's eyes were red, and she looked at Zuo Zimu, "Come together." She shook her teeth, gritted her teeth, and said these three words with all the hatred and murderous intent in her body.
Clang
The remaining five people raised their swords at the same time and drew them forward. The sword tips pointed in only one direction, and their red eyes only looked at one person, that was Zuo Zimu, the one with the long sword in his hand stained with the blood of their sisters.
people.
The hatred among the five people was overwhelming, and murderous intent was rolling in. The five long swords all shone with a cold sword light, revealing a terrifying intention of killing. The man from the Wuliang Sword Sect who was standing aside and watching was already covered in blood.
She was shivering, her legs were trembling, and she was frightened by the terrifying aura of these five people.
On the other side, Zuo Zimu's face was pale. He held a long sword in his right hand and pointed it diagonally at the ground. The tip of the sword was trembling. He had exhausted all his power. At this time, his Dantian was extremely empty and he could no longer lift his true nature.
Qi resisted.
He didn't move, he was waiting, waiting for the god-like man behind him to transfer his inner power to him again, so that he could once again display his power and have the strength to defeat the opponent again.
But he waited for a long time, until the five long swords on the opposite side pierced his eyes, but he still didn't get the infuriating energy he had been waiting for, and he didn't get the full and terrifying power.
"Has he already abandoned me?" Zuo Zimu thought in his heart, fear gradually appeared in his eyes, and despair gradually appeared on his face.
brush
A figure flashed past, extremely fast, like a sharp arrow from the string, rushing in front of him in an instant, blocking him behind, facing the five long swords that he stabbed with terrifying sword light.
call
He breathed a long sigh of relief. At this moment, he felt unprecedentedly relaxed and secure, as if a man who had struggled for a long time in strong winds and heavy rains finally found a sheltered harbor and a high wall to protect him from the rain.
At this moment, he was fearless. He was freed from the threat of death and breathed in the hope of life. The depressed feeling before was gone. Now, he even had the urge to shout and laugh.
Hope.
"I, Zuo Zimu, have such a lord, who has nothing to fear from the world, so why should the world be afraid, haha", he roared in his heart, and the look on his face gradually showed the look of madness. He came back to life, and life and death changed instantly. Who can understand now?