Chapter Twenty-Five: A Sword Falls on the Devil

"Poof!" A sword stabbed the middle-aged evil cultivator in the shoulder, but Lu Shuang was also slapped heavily by the blood puppet, "Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Lu Shuang felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.

"Damn, if you don't kill you, this sin is not enough. Lu Shuang parried while secretly hating in his heart. The eyes that looked at the middle-aged evil cultivator became more and more hateful.

And the middle-aged evil cultivator is smiling, no. No matter how exquisite your swordsmanship is, it's not that your internal strength is insufficient, and you can't get down when you hit two, it's just a fool's dream.

The middle-aged evil cultivator who was getting more and more excited in his heart planned to directly consume Lu Shuang, and put away the *** talisman, after all, such a talisman was hard to find, and it was very precious and not worth wasting on a small Yellow Realm monk.

Lu Shuang's heart was also very excited, with his own sword, the negative impact of this evil cultivator had changed from a 1% remarks per minute to a state of 2% per minute.

Slash him, slash him! Lu Shuang, who had such a voice in his mind, became more and more crazy, and pretended to think very much, after the sword exploded, it was an embarrassed escape, and he was beaten a few times before it was "too late".

Lu Shuangyou's dragon and phoenix also slowed down, not to mention, this sword move is very tiring, and his arm is sore. The middle-aged evil cultivator was very happy to see that Lu Shuang's state was seriously declining.

Right away. I can get it right away, and I get the treasure that no one else can get.

"Poof!" Lu Shuang ventured into the gap between the blood puppet's close body and stabbed the middle-aged evil cultivator's shoulder with a sword. The long sword entered the body, and the sharp pain caused by the penetration instantly made the evil cultivator sober up.

Before I was able to actually kill him, this was still a little mouse with giggling hands, ah!

Once again, he was slapped away and slowly got up. Lu Shuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, this time the injury was not light, he was hit more than a dozen times, he felt a bit like he was hit by a car.

Dizzy, Lu Shuang glanced at the status bar again, and found that at this time, the state of middle-aged evil cultivators had changed from 2% per minute to 5% per minute again.

And its total state is only 40%.

Good. No more hard fighting. Dodge, and by the way, restore your internal strength. Lu Shuang faced the middle-aged monk with a sword with hatred, and flicked away with a sword in embarrassment, and then the lazy donkey rolled and fled in embarrassment.

Lu Shuang, who hurriedly distanced himself from the middle-aged evil cultivator, seemed to the middle-aged evil cultivator to be at the end of his rope, I am afraid that his internal strength has been exhausted, even if he has no power to parry.

With the wisdom of a middle-aged evil cultivator, he would definitely not have thought that anyone could still calculate him.

Although it is said that the middle-aged evil cultivator feels that his state has declined sharply at this time, after all, he has the foundation of Xuan Realm cultivation, and no matter how he thinks in his heart, the little mouse in the Yellow Realm opposite must be in worse condition than himself.

Don't say it, Lu Shuang's state is 43%, which is a little better than that guy. The only thing that worries Lu Shuang about this plan is whether this blood puppet will automatically stop after killing its master.

As a rule of thumb, it will definitely stop. No matter what, Lu Shuang decided to give it a try.

35% up.

30% up!!

Lu Shuang saw that the state of middle-aged evil cultivators had dropped by 30%, and he saw him take out a porcelain bottle in an instant, as if he was going to take medicine, no!

Lu Shuang's internal force gathered the pure Jun Sword, leaving no trace of heaven and earth vitality in his body. After the Pure Jun Sword was injected with such a strong internal force, the light was great, and then a sword light swung out.

Heaven and earth were pale, and the middle-aged evil cultivator didn't seem to have imagined that Lu Shuang could still have the internal force to inspire such a powerful sword move. I just wanted to recall the blood golem, but I was surprised to find that the connection was broken.

It turned out that sword light not only lost the color of heaven and earth, but also severed his connection with the blood puppet with a single sword. The middle-aged evil cultivator who was stared at by the qi machine couldn't move at all at this moment.

I could only watch the white mangs that penetrated the sky and the earth with the sense of oppression of the general trend of heaven and earth coming towards me.

The sword light flashed, and the blood vapor dried up, spewing out a thin line diagonally on the middle-aged evil cultivator's body. Immediately, the entire middle-aged monk split into two halves.

"Haha!ha!" Lu Shuang lay on the ground and finally passed. "Ahem!haha!let's die!haha!"

Lu Shuang was a little incoherent, the confrontation between life and death, the persecuted Lu Shuang, a young man, had already been stimulated to be ferocious, and he was extremely fierce at this time.

The Pure Jun Sword Spirit inspired a tiny sword qi to help Lu Shuang wash away the bloody qi, and Lu Shuang rested for a few minutes, absorbed about one percent of the vitality and got up.

You can't stay here for a long time, this is Lu Shuang's biggest idea. After killing people for a long time, he was caught by someone, and he wanted to eat a trench and grow wise!

I'm sorry about the site.

As Lu Shuang thought, it was difficult to use a sword twice to attract attention. The second time it was good to say that the entire Lin'an City could not be detected by the non-Xuan Realm. But the first time, there was no cordoned off space.

Lu Shuang's sword light directly woke up all the monks in Lin'an City.

Just a few minutes after Lu Shuang left, an inconspicuous Santana sedan stopped at the scene of the incident.

The people who got out of the car were Cheng Mo and Shen Nan from the National Security Bureau.

"It's bloody. Cheng Mo snorted, and the blood everywhere in the air was full of words.

"Check the site first. Shen Nan was dressed in a black tight vest and said to Cheng Mo, who was full of emotion and blood on the side.

"Yo, it's all doubled. Cheng Mo stepped forward and saw the two corpses that had been dismembered, and then looked at the Gu worms and poisonous insects on the ground.

"Is this the Miao Jiang Divine Sect or some other evil cultivator?" Shen Nan also clearly spotted the stopped blood puppet. This kind of evil law really doesn't have to be somewhere else.

"Wait, isn't this Nima a tattoo of the Aurora Society?" Shen Nan shouted, pointing to a tattoo exposed on the body of the dead middle-aged evil cultivator. And Shen Nan on the side was also attracted to the past.

took out his mobile phone, the middle-aged evil cultivator's face was not damaged, and Lu Shuangyi separated him in half from his chest with a sword, "Check if there is any disguise." Shen Nan said to Cheng Mo.

Hearing this, Cheng Mo began to carefully explore the face of the middle-aged evil cultivator, but did not find any masks or other disguise methods.

"Identifying!"

"Recognized. ”

"Guan Shan:

Aurora Society China cultist, a bloody corpse refiner, able to control the soul, cultivated: the early stage of the Xuan Realm.

For more information on wanted files, please refer to the National Archives."

"Sure enough, it's the Aurora Society. Shen Nan muttered.

"Notify the logistics team and the police to come and clean up the traces. Shen Nan spoke, and Cheng Mo hurriedly called the logistics.

The wanted Aurora cultists are here. It seems that the reputation of the Kunlun Secret Realm treasure has caused a lot of trouble.

Lu Shuang didn't have time to take care of the aftermath, he was in tatters and covered in bloodstains, and it was not easy to go home.

Tentatively opened the door, and found that his parents had not come back yet, Lu Shuang hurriedly put the blood-stained clothes into the storage space, and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.