Five hundred and eighty-ninth chapter ten dead without life
The surrounding drinkers were all frightened, and those with insufficient cultivation hurriedly got up and ran away, escaping from Zhou Jianlai's oppressive momentum.
Shao Yongchang's face was solemn. Only then did he realize that Zhou Jianlai's cultivation level was so terrifying. He couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that Gu Jinyu had stopped him in time, otherwise he would have suffered a big loss if there was a fight.
Huo Xingwu was looking at Zhou Jianlai's back and was speechless in shock. Suddenly he felt two sharp eyes coming from the side. He subconsciously turned his head and saw Shao Yongchang looking at him coldly.
Huo Xingwu was not stupid. He immediately understood Shao Yongchang's gaze. He was blaming him for offending such a powerful figure. He immediately said with a bitter face: "Shao Shao, I swear to God, I had no idea he was so powerful."
, Otherwise how could I dare to provoke him?"
"Hmph!" Shao Yongchang snorted coldly, looked away from Huo Xingwu, and continued to look at Zhou Jianlai, wondering what Zhou Jianlai was going to do.
The drinkers were also puzzled and wanted to know why Zhou Jianlai suddenly went crazy.
"What's going on?" Niu Dawa didn't understand, and asked curiously while following Zhou Jianlai's gaze down the cliff.
Zhou Jianlai just stared at the sea of fog under the cliff without saying a word. He didn't know whether he didn't hear it or didn't have time to answer Niu Dawa.
When Niu Dawa saw this, he didn't ask any more questions. He felt that there was no murderous intent in Zhou Jianlai's body, so he was not too nervous. He stared at the bottom of the cliff for a while, but saw nothing.
This lasted for about half a stick of incense. Zhou Jianlai suddenly grinned, and then his aura and sword energy dissipated, and the Wanjian Box on his back also became calm.
"Where's the wine?" Zhou Jianlai turned around and asked.
"Here comes the wine." The sword slave who returned from fetching the wine quickly responded. She had just been forced not to get close by Zhou Jianlai's intimidating aura. Now that Zhou Jianlai's aura had dissipated, she was able to get closer.
Zhou Jianlai took the wine jar, looked at Niu Dawa and said, "Come down and pick me up after the fog clears."
Before Niu Dawa could realize what he meant, Zhou Jianlai jumped off the cliff.
"——"
For a moment, everyone opened their mouths in fright, because they knew very well the height of the cliff. If they didn't have the ability to break through the air, they would definitely fall into a puddle of flesh if they jumped.
However, even if you have the ability to break through the air, you will still be minced by the sword energy under the cliff.
The Sword Tomb has not yet been opened, and even the mighty stars would not dare to break through.
"Is he - is he - crazy?!"
"It's not yet time for the sword tomb to open. If you jump, you will definitely die!"
The drinkers woke up from the fright, shouted loudly, and quickly approached the edge of the cliff, searching for Zhou Jianlai's figure at the bottom of the cliff.
Gu Jinyu stroked his chest, his heart trembling. He was really frightened by Zhou Jianlai's sudden jump. He hurriedly asked Niu Dawa: "Mr. Niu, what should I do?"
In fact, she already had the answer in her mind. Zhou Jianglai was already dead. As a member of the Jiangge, she understood best that the mist under the cliff was not all mist, but also the shielding method formed by the sword formation of the sword tomb.
The time has not yet arrived, the sword tomb has not been opened, and the sword array is in operation. Even her grandfather Gu Tongtian dare not break through like Zhou Jianlai. You must know that this sword array was set up by the sword master Ye Cang'an.
"Can - can you dance?" Niu Dawa swallowed her saliva and asked Gu Jinyu.
"Of course not. If you jump down, you will die!" Gu Jinyu objected, fearing that Niu Dawa would get hot-headed and jump down.
"Ah——" Niu Dawa shouted towards the cliff as if he were mourning for his heir: "Damn it, I haven't even tasted the wine yet!"
"——" Gu Jinyu was stunned and speechless, but she clearly felt Niu Dawa's breath tightening. It was obvious that he didn't say anything, but he was extremely worried and nervous in his heart.
"Ah, look!" Suddenly someone pointed at the bottom of the cliff and exclaimed.
I saw the sea of fog under the cliff suddenly surge violently, and a thin figure emerged from the sea of fog, with hundreds of sword energy rushing behind it, chasing after it.
The thin figure in the fog was none other than Zhou Jianlai.
I saw him dodging while swinging his sword to fight with the sword energy, and using the force of the counterattack to move and jump.
Niu Dawa stood on the cliff and watched, seemingly calm, but her heart was already in her throat and she was extremely anxious.
Every time Zhou Jianlai moved and jumped, it was like stepping on his heart, which made him tremble with fear, because he knew clearly that Zhou Jianlai had not yet understood the realm of wind, and his flying at this time relied solely on the power of counterattack. If he missed,
, you will have to fall into the abyss and be smashed into a pulp.
It was not just Niu Dawa who was frightened by the sight, but everyone else was, because this was the first time they saw someone forcing their way into the Sword Tomb, and the thrilling scene stimulated every nerve in them.
Every time they saw Zhou Jianlai about to be surrounded and engulfed by the overwhelming sword energy, they would subconsciously hold their breath and clench their fists. Some overly nervous people would even scream uncontrollably.
The suffocating tension was spreading to both ends of the cliff at an extremely fast speed. More and more people noticed Zhou Jianlai who was "dancing" on the sea of fog.
Suddenly, the sea of fog surged, rising dozens of feet high, and nine long dragons composed of sword energy sprang out from the sea of fog. In an instant, the metallic roar of the dragon resounded through the valley, causing the earth to buzz and tremble.
Zhou Jianlai was unable to dodge, and was locked upright by nine long dragons, which rolled him into the rolling sea of clouds with a bang.
"ah!"
The tense nerves of the drinkers were stabbed hard, their hearts skipped a beat, and they screamed in fright.
Niu Dawa was even more frightened, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. If he hadn't seen that Zhou Jianlai hadn't tried his best, he would have jumped to save others.
Gu Jinyu looked at the sea of fog and shook his head regretfully, knowing that no matter how hard Zhou Jianlai struggled, there was no chance of survival.
"snort!"
"Ignorant child who breaks into the sword tomb without permission will die without mercy!"
A cold shout sounded behind Niu Dawa and Gu Jinyu. Niu Dawa turned back displeasedly, but there was no time to argue with it at the moment, so he just glared and then turned to look at Wuhai.
However, Gu Jinyu bowed respectfully to the visitor and shouted: "Uncle Fourth Master."
The visitor nodded, walked to the edge of the cliff and stood with his hands behind his hands.
He is none other than the Fourth Deacon Zhu Shun who was standing on the top of the mountain in the distance.
Because he was one generation younger than Gu Jinyu's grandfather Gu Tongtian, Gu Jinyu called him his fourth uncle.
"Uncle Fourth Master, is there any way to save his life? Although he broke into the Sword Tomb without permission and fell into danger, it is his own fault. However, he was still young and his accomplishments could be called a genius. It is a pity that he died like this.
." Gu Jinyu couldn't bear Zhou Jianlai's death, so he asked Zhu Shun for help with a glimmer of hope.
Zhu Shun shook his head and said: "Outsiders may not know it, but don't you know it? This tomb-protecting sword array was set up by the ancestor of the Sword Saint himself, and he never left any secrets of operation unless he came in person or a senior saint with the same level of cultivation came to help.
, otherwise who can rescue him? Not only can he not be rescued, but he will be implicated by him and fall into the sword formation, and his life will be in vain."
"Hey" Gujinyu sighed faintly.
As soon as Niu Dawa heard that the tomb-protecting sword formation was made by the sword master and that there was no secret to its operation, it was hard for him to remain calm. In just a short moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Brother Zhou——" Seeing that there was no movement in the sea of mist, Niu Dawa couldn't bear the anxiety in her heart and shouted loudly towards the cliff.
Zhu Shun said indifferently: "Don't exert any effort, I'm afraid he is already in danger."
"Brother Zhou——" Niu Dawa ignored him and kept shouting.
Click——
Suddenly, a thunder exploded from the sea of fog, as if responding to Niu Dawa's call.
"Haha——" Niu Dawa looked up to the sky and laughed, suddenly turned his head to look at Zhu Shun, and shouted arrogantly: "What a sword formation to protect the tomb, let's see how my brother breaks it."
"Ignorant child, you are talking too much!" Zhu Shun sneered.
Click-click——
Suddenly there was a loud thunder in the sea of fog, and purple thunderclouds exploded.
The next moment, Zhou Jianlai rushed out of the sea of fog bathed in purple thunder and lightning.
I saw him surrounded by purple thunder, holding the King Wei Sword in his hand, with fourteen golden true dragon sword intentions swirling around the sword body. He suddenly turned around and stabbed out with a sword. The human sword worked together as one, piercing the long sword energy dragon that was chasing after him.
"Okay!" Niu Dawa clapped her hands and cheered.
"So strong!" Gu Jinyu couldn't help but marvel.
The drinkers on the cliff also shouted excitedly, cheering and cheering for Zhou Jianlai.
Even Zhu Shun couldn't help but nod in approval and said: "It's really extraordinary to have cultivated Purple Thunder at such a young age. It's a pity. Eh-"
He was shaking his head and regretting that Zhou Jianlai was about to "die young" when he suddenly let out a cry of surprise, stared at the sword in Zhou Jianlai's hand and exclaimed: "The Sword of the King of Wei!"
Then he asked repeatedly: "Why is the King of Wei's sword in his hand? What is his relationship with Wei Ziyi?"
Niu Dawa was overjoyed when he heard this, thinking that the man in front of him was an old friend of Wei Guogong, so he immediately told the master-disciple relationship between Wei Guogong and Zhou Jianlai, hoping that this person would remember his old friend and find a way to help Zhou Jianlai.
Unexpectedly, when he was about to speak, he heard Zhu Shun continue to say: "Back then, I borrowed the sword of the King of Wei from Wei Ziyi. Unexpectedly, Wei Ziyi used the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman. He was afraid that I had ulterior motives and refused to return the sword. I came to visit him three times.
It was a pity that I was rejected by him and could not borrow it in the end. But who would have thought that today, many years later, King Wei's sword would come uninvited. It seems that in the world, only the sword tomb is its home, or perhaps
There is a certain destiny, and I must let this regret come to an end. Haha——"
At the end of the sentence, he couldn't help stroking his beard and burst into laughter, as if the King of Wei's Sword was already in his pocket.
Niu Dawa's eyelids jumped when he heard this. He thought he had found a savior, but he never expected that he was actually a greedy thief who coveted King Wei's sword. Don't ask him to save Zhou Jianlai. If he could not add insult to injury and kill Zhou Jianlai at this time, he would be Amitabha.
Already.
Niu Dawa's good impression of Wanjiange suddenly disappeared.
Although he could not know the whole reason why Zhu Shun borrowed the sword of the King of Wei from Wei Ziyu, Zhu Shun still harbored a grudge against him. When he spoke ill of the Duke of Wei behind his back, his character had already deteriorated.
Furthermore, the Sword of the King of Wei, as its name suggests, is the sword of the King of Wei.
But Wei Ziyi had never ascended the throne, so when the Wei King's Sword fell into his hands, it must have been after the fall of the Wei Dynasty. Zhu Shun borrowed the Wei King's Sword from Wei Ziyi at this time. At best, it was a borrowing, but at worst, it was simply a case of taking advantage of the weak and taking advantage of the situation.
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Niu Dawa is as wise as he is foolish, so it is not difficult to figure out this tricky thing. He thought that if the Duke of the country had not been protected by Su Hanlin and Zhang Tufu at that time, he would have been bullied miserably by this greedy thief with the support of Wanjiange.
It’s really hard to say that we can’t keep the King of Wei’s sword.
"You're a villain!" Niu Dawa curled her lips, feeling full of contempt for Zhu Shun. At the same time, she became even more wary, fearing that he would attack Zhou Jianlai and kill people to seize the sword.
He was worrying too much.
It is true that Zhu Shun coveted the sword of the King of Wei, but as the fourth deacon of Wanjiang Pavilion, he would never kill people and seize the sword in public, doing such stupid things that would damage the reputation of the sword pavilion and insult the reputation of the sword master.
Furthermore, Zhou Jianlai was already a dead man in his eyes, and the King of Wei's sword was bound to fall into the sword tomb today. Killing people and seizing the sword at this time was really unnecessary.