Four thousand two hundred and twenty-two: knife light shrouded
Lu Sha’s eyes suddenly turned red!
The four groups of nine swordsmen who rushed forward first were all his elites. The killing of these people made his heart hurt as if it had been cut by a knife.
Every one of them was carefully cultivated by him, and how much time and energy he spent on them.
Any one of these people can be sold to work as a bodyguard for some wealthy people in the Middle East, and it will cost a lot of money.
Although Lu Sha didn't like money, he also knew the benefits of money. What fell were not only corpses, but also wads of brand-new banknotes and white money!
And the eight people behind him are even more remarkable. These people are all his close disciples. After practicing swordsmanship for a lifetime, they must think about having a legacy.
But this time it was better, I watched helplessly as they fell one after another.
Lu Sha wanted to come to the rescue, but the reality was too cruel and Lin Kun moved too fast.
Swish, swish, swish...
A series of sword flashes suddenly appeared, and the black and white ghosts and beasts rushed forward one after another, and the swords and swords did not fail.
"stop!"
Lu Sha shouted and slashed down with the knife in his hand, trying to stop Lin Kun.
There are only two remaining disciples left, and one of them is a closed disciple.
The meaning of closed disciple is that he should be the most valued disciple in his life.
The knife was about to hit Lin Kun's head, but Lin Kun suddenly dodged like a ghost and disappeared in an instant, moving more than five meters later.
It was too late for Lu Sha to stop, and now he looked at the closed disciple standing in front of him with a look of shock and panic, and his heart broke...
Click!
The sound of the broadsword splitting the skull was too crisp, and accompanied by the sound of brains splattering, the closed disciple's head was instantly split into two pieces.
miserable……
How tragic!
In fact, this closed disciple has another identity, which is a secret within the Nine Blades Sect. Almost no one knows about it, even the leader Zhao Tianlang.
Because Zhao Xiao, the closed disciple, is the illegitimate son of Zhao Tianlang. Zhao Tianlang took a fancy to Lu Sha’s swordsmanship skills, and his illegitimate son learned swordsmanship from him when he was fifteen years old. Now he has been learning swordsmanship for five years. Zhao Xiao
He is so talented that even Lu Sha feels that if Zhao Xiao is given another five years, Zhao Xiao can surpass him. (One Zero)
Such a disciple is terrifying, but Lu Sha is very pleased.
He didn't have much of a personal relationship with Zhao Tianlang, but he was devoted to the sword, so he naturally hoped that someone would inherit his legacy. However, Lu Sha didn't comment much on Zhao Xiao's character. He was a man who did all kinds of bad things, including eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling.
After all, killing and setting fire to snatch that civilian girl was really a virtue of his father.
But at this moment, none of this matters anymore, because Zhao Xiao is dead...
His head was split into two pieces and he died under Lu Sha's knife.
Pfft...
Lin Kun cut off the road with a knife and killed another disciple's neck. Every one of these people from the Nine Blades Sect, killing them would not be unfair.
If you investigate in detail, you will find that everyone's hands are stained with blood.
These people are originally the villains of the world, and their existence will only bring disaster to ordinary people in this society, and they may even die because of them. (Zero One)
"you……"
Lu Sha's eyes were red. He looked like he was going to eat someone at this moment. He swung the broad-bladed sword in his hand and shouted at Lin Kun with gritted teeth: "I'm going to kill you today!"
Before he finished speaking, his whole body was shot out like a bullet.
He was holding a broad-bladed sword weighing more than 30 kilograms in his hand. It was absolutely rare to be able to achieve such speed. The knife was swung with a hunting sound, and in an instant, a blade of light shrouded Lin Kun.
Nine swords combined into one can be divided into: cutting with one sword, two swords combined into one, three swords combined into one...all the way up to nine swords combined into one.
The combination of eight swords into one is considered a great achievement, and the combination of nine swords into one is definitely a god-level move.
Lu Sha has been practicing swordsmanship for most of his life, and now he has finally reached the perfect state of combining eight swords into one.
Even if he takes one more step, he will be able to master the Nine Swords Unification. As long as he gets the inheritance of the Nine Swords Sect, he believes that he will master it before Zhao Tianlang.
Whoosh...
Whoosh...
Whoosh...
One after another, there was a sharp sound of wind. In just a short moment, Lu Sha swung out eight swords. The eight swords were one slash and eight swords combined into one, forcing Lin Kun to retreat under his feet, and at the same time, he waved the black and white ghosts to block.
Around him, there were some surviving men in black. They all looked over with bated breath. They were shocked by the strength displayed by Lu Sha. They watched Lin Kun staggering backward step by step. They almost had the same voice in their hearts.
Ringing...
The Wolf King of Mobei is destined to fall tonight!
However, Lu Sha, who clearly had the upper hand at the moment, didn't think so. He saw from Lin Kun's seemingly staggering dodge that he was doing it with ease, but he didn't drive at all his strength.
"It's my turn."
Lin Kun smiled faintly, and the black and white ghost animal in his hand instantly turned into a shadow, and he slashed towards Lu Sha.
Lu Sha's face instantly became solemn. He felt murderous intent, and it was like the wind, like the spring wind, like the cold winter wind, like the wind blowing the broken hair...
And he himself, at this moment, seemed to have turned into that hair, that lonely thatch in the wilderness. When the cold knife came towards him, he was unable to resist.
"I don't accept it!"
Lu Sha yelled, raised the knife in his hand high, and once again used his strongest eight swords in one, which was a life-or-death blow.
Either he killed the Wolf King in Mobei.
Either he was killed.
Howling...
The wind of the sword was biting, extremely biting.
For a moment, the surrounding darkness seemed to be twisting and dodging in the powerful wind of the sword.
Boom...
Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of thunder and lightning erupting, as if it was going to destroy everything around it.
It’s done, it’s done?
The expression on Lu Sha's face was stunned. No, this is not nine swords in one, but it is not nine swords in one. Then why is it so powerful? This is unrealistic.
this?
Lu Sha himself couldn't believe that his sudden sword attack had such great power.
Suddenly, he felt heroic in his heart, and when he looked at Lin Kun, his eyes were filled with the desire to kill.
Go and die!
Go to hell!
Go and die!
Like a knife that penetrated the sun with cold wind, it came to Lin Kun in an instant.
Lin Kun kept his eyes closed from beginning to end. If he opened his eyes, he would be affected by the light of the sword, but if he closed his eyes, he would forget everything.
There is a knife, murderous intent, and rumors in his heart...
Feeling this powerful sword wind, feeling this rolling murderous aura, at this moment, the energy flowing in Lin Kun's body seemed to have stopped for an instant.
Stillness does not mean weakening, but rather a kind of calm before the storm.
Ding Dang...
The crisp sound of fighting was still the same as before, but the light of the sword instantly enveloped Lin Kun, even drowning it...
"Kunzi!"
"Lin Kun!"
"Boss!"
…
When Tongshan and others saw this sword flash, their pupils widened and they shouted together... (To be continued)