Chapter 302: With one sword strike, the world is shocked
At this moment, Zhou Fushen no longer had any scruples.
If he takes one step back, he will be able to leave the scope of Seven Star Academy, and no one can do anything to him.
But for some reason, before he finished speaking, a frightening feeling suddenly came to his heart.
This feeling was still brought to him by Lin Mu.
"Walk."
Although he thought it was incredible, how could Lin Mu hurt him, but out of the caution of a killer, he decided to leave early.
When he turned back, he jumped out of the wall.
I thought that after jumping out, this sense of crisis would disappear.
No one in Seven Star Academy can do anything to him.
Unexpectedly, the moment he jumped off the wall, this sense of crisis reached its peak.
Beyond the wall.
"Haha, get ready to meet our great hero."
"Qiao San of the Qiao family is truly worthy of his reputation."
"Xu Canglie was assassinated, I admire him."
"It's such a shame. Without Qiao San, our operation would probably have failed."
All the major forces sent their congratulations to the Prime Minister.
In their opinion, since Qiao San had already jumped off the wall, the crisis was completely resolved.
Lin Mu no longer knew anything about the outside world.
suppress!
Extreme suppression!
Then the moment Qiao San jumped off the wall, the suppression was lifted and everything exploded.
pain!
anger!
Hatred!
Killing intent!
All emotions explode!
Endless emotions, in an instant, converged into an extremely murderous thought.
Buzz!
A shocking sword cry echoed in all directions, shaking the sky.
Time and space seemed to have stopped.
The sun and moon seemed to have stopped spinning.
A flying knife shot out of Lin Mu's hand.
In a blink of an eye
There was only a purple-gold cold light left in the sky, destroying nothingness.
Ghosts and gods are frightened, evil spirits retreat, all living beings worship, and all things tremble!
Within a hundred miles, the thoughts of all living beings seemed to be frozen, and the world seemed to have become a block of ice.
There seems to be only that ray of light left in every creature's eyes and thoughts.
In a split second, the cold light streaked across the sky with a long, peerless trace.
The trace is elusive and seems to come from the river of time.
Finally, there was a soft "puff" sound.
The ice cubes shattered, and the people around them came back to their senses from the absolute freezing and suffocation.
But for many people, they would rather never come back to their senses.
What came into view was an unimaginable scene.
Zhou Fushen, or Qiao San to be exact, had jumped out of the wall of Qixing Academy, with a flying knife stuck in his throat.
The flying knife is made of black gold, but it shines with purple gold light.
From a distance, Qiao San looked at Lin Mu.
Those eyes were full of unwillingness, disbelief and horror.
Then, his body fell downwards like a kite with its string broken.
boom!
In just a moment, Qiao San fell under the wall, and a burst of dust arose on the ground.
Click!
That purple-gold light flashed away.
The black gold flying knife also seemed to know that it had completed its mission and turned into powder.
Everything seemed to have happened, except for the huge bloody hole in Qiao San's throat that could not be changed.
Blood gurgled out.
His eyes were still wide open.
But, gradually, the luster is getting lighter and lighter.
boom!
On a bright and sunny day, without any warning, there was a roar of thunder.
It seemed that he was mourning for the death of a great martial artist, and he seemed to be trembling for that peerless sword blow just now.
Then, the dead atmosphere was broken.
Swish, swish, swish!
Gazes shifted from Qiao San's body to the figure of the delicate and thin young man in the Seven Stars Academy.
"Gu."
I don't know how many people swallowed their saliva at this moment.
One knife!
Just one knife!
A great martial artist, the most powerful man in people's hearts, was beheaded.
This is no longer powerful, but terrifying.
I'm afraid only gods and demons have such power.
Could it be that Lin Mu is the reincarnation of a god and demon?
Thousands of troops from the Crusade Alliance, including three thousand Tianyuan troops, all retreated tens of meters.
Thousands of people were frightened by Lin Mu alone.
Not only them, but also the elders and leaders of the major forces, their hearts trembled suddenly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
That peerless sword was like a stroke of God, like hell coming, and no one among them was sure they could resist it.
Especially the major leaders looked extremely ugly.
They could not imagine what would have happened if Lin Mu had given such a blow to one of them during the previous battle with Xu Canglie.
Just thinking about it makes my back feel cold and my hair stands on end.
Qiao Niansheng's expression was as gloomy as a dark cloud, and there was vague fear in his eyes.
If Lin Mu had used this sword when he was fighting with Lin Mu, he would never be better than Qiao San now, and he would probably be a corpse.
Under the edge of this sword, the genius was really eclipsed, the army retreated, and the leaders of all the forces trembled.
It can be said that with one strike of the sword, the world will be shocked!
"Cough cough cough"
Lin Mu didn't care about the looks and reactions of the people around him. After killing Qiao San, he started coughing on the spot.
He covered his mouth with his hand. After a while, he looked at his palm and saw it was full of blood.
Suppressing the sword intention of God and the traces of the sword, and forcibly integrating it into the artistic conception of flying knives, how could there be no backlash?
But just now, he only had the thought of killing Qiao San and forgot about other things.
Now that Qiao San is dead and his wish has been fulfilled, the backlash explodes instantly.
No matter how much entanglement or hatred the other party had with him in the past, once the person dies, it will be over.
The backlash this time was even more severe than the one when Xichuan City relied on Ye Qianche's power.
Fortunately, the person he is now is no longer the person he used to be.
He cultivated to the twelfth level of a warrior, possessed a divine soul, and became extremely resistant to backlash.
Before, he might have died on the spot.
Now at the twelfth level of the warrior, his physical resistance is as strong as that of prehistoric creatures.
The divine soul makes his soul's resistance no less than that of his physical body.
The combination of the two means that even the backlash of the great avenue did not kill him.
Of course, what's more important is that deep in his soul, there is a faint purple-gold light.
Sensing this purple light, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the remaining light spot of God's sword intention.
It kept swaying and seemed ready to go out at any moment.
But it symbolizes fire, the flame of Tao.
Under normal circumstances, the power given when the avenue resonates will dissipate after use.
But Lin Mu now retains a trace of fire.
Then as long as Lin Mu carefully nurtures it in the future, it will become stronger again.
Lin Mu's act of stealing the sky was a great success.
But there was no joy in his heart.
Because that shocking sword was not used to steal the sky.
The success of stealing the sky is just an unexpected gain.
He was just avenging Xu Canglie, and he only used the knife to kill Qiao San.
Moreover, don't look at his previous glory.
After this blow, he lost all his fighting power.
His soul was exhausted, his energy was exhausted, and his body was sore and weak, not to mention he was seriously injured.
The endurance of the internal organs has reached its limit, and it will collapse if you are not careful.
There are many experts in the crusade alliance.
Especially a person like Tian Yuanhou, who is by no means a fool, and does not want to be easily intimidated by ordinary people.
"Everyone, don't panic."
Sure enough, in the crusade alliance, Tian Yuanhou suddenly stood up from the crowd, looked at Lin Mu from a distance, his eyes were shining, "He, Lin Mu, can no longer use such a sword."