Chapter nine hundred and forty eight tacit understanding, the death of the water king
In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly, the breeze was blowing, and the grass and trees were swaying.
Lin Ze stood in front of the Western Qin camp with a calm expression and said loudly: "Where is Lord Yunmengze Shui? I'm here for an appointment. Please come out and see me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yunmengze Shuijun's figure came over very quickly and stopped a thousand meters away from Lin Ze.
When he saw Zhuang Zhou next to Lin Ze, Yunmengze Shuijun couldn't help but frowned and asked: "Lin Ze, the destined one, I invite you to fight, why does Zhuang Zhou appear here?"
Lin Ze said calmly: "I was frightened by a sneak attack by a group of you yesterday, so I asked my senior brother to protect me. He will not interfere in the fight between you and me, so you can rest assured."
"If you don't believe it, or are afraid, just drop the invitation to fight and go back."
After saying this, Lin Ze turned around and left.
Seeing Lin Ze leaving without hesitation, Yunmengze Shuijun hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, it is normal for you to be worried like this. As long as you can guarantee that Zhuang Zhou will not intervene, the battle between you and me will continue as usual."
Lin Ze stopped, turned around and said, "Shuijun seems to have misunderstood. Since my senior brother is my protector, if I encounter danger, I will definitely take action. How do you want me to ensure that he does not take action?"
"How about Suicune guaranteeing that I won't be in any danger when I fight with you? Or how about Suicune guaranteeing that I would rather die than harm you?"
Yunmengze Shuijun was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. When strong men fight, isn't it inevitable that there will be casualties?
We haven't even started yet, but we can confidently say that there will be no danger. Can we still act like a strong man?
Seeing that Yunmengze Shuijun didn't reply, Lin Ze walked back again, looking very unwilling to fight with him.
When Yunmengze Shuijun saw this, he was very aggrieved and said: "As you said, you and I are fighting. If you are in danger, Zhuang Zhou can come to your rescue at any time."
After saying this, Yunmengze Shuijun felt a little better. Anyway, the main purpose of fighting the Destiny One was not to win or lose, but to consume his luck.
The result is not important, right? Yunmengze Shuijun comforted himself secretly.
"The method of giving in to lust is quite good."
This thought came to Lin Ze's mind, he stopped, turned around, and said hesitantly: "Are you sure?"
Yunmengze Shuijun nodded heavily: "OK."
Lin Ze thought for a moment and replied: "That's no problem. Let's fight in the sky."
After saying that, he stood up straight from the ground and went straight into the sky, with Zhuang Zhou following closely behind him.
When Yunmengze Shuijun saw that Lin Ze promised to give him a fair fight, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and flew up to the nine heavens.
While flying, for some reason, I suddenly felt uneasy.
The sudden feeling of uneasiness made Yunmengze Shuijun very vigilant: "Is there danger in this battle?"
Immediately, Yunmengze Shuijun rejected this idea. In terms of cultivation and combat power, whether it was Dao Sect Yasheng Zhuang Zhou or Destiny Master Lin Ze, they were indeed stronger than him.
But in terms of his ability to save his life, as he can change his body and body in an instant across thousands of miles, he considers himself to be a saint and no one can compare him to him.
Moreover, there is a Confucian sage standing guard who can rescue him at any time.
Yunmengze Shuijun believed that Lin Ze, the destined one, would most likely use the way of heaven to suppress him later, but it was absolutely impossible to seriously injure or kill him.
Yunmengze Shuijun forced the uneasy feeling away from his mind and accelerated towards the sky.
After a few breaths, Yunmengze Shuijun saw Lin Ze standing among the white clouds, looking calm and waiting for his arrival.
Zhuang Zhou was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, a thousand meters away from Lin Ze, as if he had no intention of intervening in the battle between the two.
"Is it right here?"
Yunmengze Shuijun asked by accident.
Lin Ze nodded and pointedly said: "The scenery here is very good, I wonder if Shuijun is satisfied with it?"
Yunmengze Shuijun looked around, seeing nothing but blue sky and white clouds. He couldn't help but sneer, what kind of scenery is this? Yunmengze has blue waves for thousands of miles, and grass grows and orioles fly. That's what it's called a good scenery.
Lin Ze seemed to see the disdain in Yunmengze Shuijun's heart, and said calmly: "If Shuijun doesn't like it, you can change it."
Yunmengze Shuijun waved his hand and said: "Why bother, this place is very good, there is no need to change. Can the battle between you and me begin as soon as possible?"
Lin Ze chuckled lightly and said gracefully: "Then let's start now, Shuijun invites you first."
How could the arrogant Yunmengze Shuijun be willing to take action first? He said resolutely: "Your Excellency, first."
Lin Ze was stunned when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "Then you're welcome, Shui-kun, be careful."
As soon as Lin Ze finished speaking, he brazenly activated the Destiny, and an arrogant momentum erupted in the air.
"Go all out from the start?"
Yunmengze Shuijun's pupils shrank when he saw this, and he stared at Lin Ze with all his attention, in case of an imminent terrible attack.
At this moment, an almost transparent butterfly appeared beside Yunmengze Shuijun and landed lightly on his head.
At the same time, Lin Ze moved, drew out the Tianwen Sword, injected all the power of the Heavenly Dao into the sword, and struck Yunmengze Shuijun head-on.
An extreme sense of danger appeared in Yunmengze Shuijun's heart. He subconsciously wanted to get out of the way, but found that his body could not move, and even the connection with the clone seemed to be cut off.
"No, it's a trap."
Yunmengze Shuijun realized that something was wrong, and suddenly the spirit of death came out. While struggling to break free from the restraints, he shouted loudly: "Confucian sage, save me."
At this moment, the Confucian sage who was meditating above Yangzhai City seemed to have heard Yunmengze Shuijun's call for help. He raised his head and glanced, but did not make any move.
Seeing the sword edge getting closer and closer, but not seeing the Confucian Sage coming to rescue Yunmengze Shuijun, a cold look appeared on his face, and a series of clones emerged from his body and launched an attack on Lin Ze.
Lin Ze held the Tianwen Sword in his hand, raised it up, lifted it down, stabbed forward, and slashed diagonally, effortlessly killing all the condensed clones of Yunmengze Shuijun.
Yunmengze Shuijun, who had successfully delayed a few breaths of time, suddenly turned pale.
For ordinary people, a few breaths of time are almost negligible, but for a Confucian sage, it is enough to cross the ends of the earth. The Confucian sage has not appeared for so long, it seems that he has been calculated.
Some people in the Buddhist and Confucian circles want me to die, but why? Shouldn’t I be the one they try to win over to deal with the Taoist palace?
When Lin Ze's sword edge was only a foot away from Yunmengze Shuijun's forehead, Yunmengze Shuijun had a realization in his heart that he was killing someone with a borrowed sword.
Borrowing the sword of destiny to kill me, borrowing the sword of heaven to destroy the fortune of destiny. Buddha and Confucian saints are really good at calculating.
When Lin Ze's sword reached Yunmengze Shuijun's forehead, Yunmengze Shuijun suddenly realized: "Master Tongtian Sword, it's in vain for me to trust you so much. Hahaha, all saints are just ants, so in your eyes, I am just casual.
Disposable ants?"
The next moment, Yunmengze Shuijun began to lose consciousness. Lin Ze's sword not only split him in half from top to bottom, but also split his water path into pieces.
With a "bang" sound, Yunmengze Shuijun exploded into a ball of liquid.
A generation of powerful Shinto men fell like this.