Chapter Ninety-One: I wish you a smooth journey
Like a long knife tearing apart the flesh and blood, after leaving a trail of blood, the Lin family's army was like a bamboo, effortlessly tearing through the seemingly impregnable defense.
"A bunch of waste, send a message to the Xuanjian Gate. The rest of the people, let me bite them, I can't let them return to Canghai City easily. Di Yun was furious, and he was furious as he watched the man slip away from his eyes.
"But...... What about the ghost clan's side. The adjutant general commanded, but seemed to be afraid.
"They won't be coming out again anytime soon. Lin Jinrong beat them up. Di Yun squinted his eyes, looking confident. "Besides, don't you still have the army of An Li and Huanyue? ”
"It's too dangerous. Leave at least a thousand men to protect you. Bi Kongqing strongly opposed Lin Ji's proposal to separate from the large army.
"The target is too big, if the people from the Xuanjian Sect chase after us, it will be easy to find us. Lin Ji shook his head resolutely.
"Let's just decide, Ji'er and I will take Hou Ye to go by ourselves, and you will quickly return to Canghai City with the Lin family's army. Xing Lao looked at the stubborn Lin Ji and shook his head helplessly. This kid is just as stubborn as his father.
"That'...... Elder Xing, the prince will please you. ”
"You bring all these people back to me, and no one is missing. Lin Ji stretched out his hand and drew a huge circle in the crowd, big enough to fit everyone down.
"I tried my best. ”
The 40,000 Lin family army quickly separated from Lin Ji after breaking through the blockade of the Damang army.
Two horses walk alone in the wasteland. Because of the vast expanse of wilderness on all sides, the speed was faster than anyone could understand, and the two horses looked as if they were moving slowly on a green piece of paper. The latest and fastest updates
Lin Ji was afraid to see everyone who appeared in this wasteland, even the herdsmen who drove the herdsmen of cattle and sheep past him, he had to carefully observe them, and after confirming that there were no problems, he withdrew his gaze.
"You've become less daring. Xing Lao looked at Lin Ji who was embattled and said with a smile.
"If you're still in the Immeasurable Realm, I don't have to work so hard, okay?" Lin Ji said angrily.
"You...... A stinky boy. Xing Lao's emotionless tone finally fluctuated, and Lin Ji smiled, so that he swept away some of the depression of these days.
"Did my father say anything before he died?" Lin Ji tilted his head slightly, glanced at Lin Jinrong, who was lying quietly behind him, his face was already completely white, and said lonely.
He only said that there was too little time left for you, and that you would not be in a hurry to get revenge so quickly. ”
Xing Lao slowed down his horse's speed and tried his best to maintain the same speed as Lin Ji.
Lin Ji didn't speak, but pinched the horse's belly vigorously and walked away.
"Your insistence on separating from Lin Jiajun is not the right choice. It seems that you will encounter the strong people of Xuanjian Sect and Jiuli Academy to avoid risks and reduce the damage to the Lin family, but you must know that your life is thousands of times more important than their lives. ”
"No, their lives are just as important as mine. Lin Ji said affirmatively.
It seems that things always backfire, just after separating about a hundred miles from the Lin family's army, a person appeared in the field ahead, and it was the kind of person he didn't want to meet now.
It was an old man with a dark face, shabby clothes, and covered in dust.
Standing on the top of the wasteland, on the path of the two horses, he looked faintly at the two people, or three people, who were driving over.
Looking at the two horses that slowly stopped dozens of feet in front of him, the wrinkles on the old man's face gradually relaxed, and finally he had a bit of vitality, and his quiet eyes showed a look of compassion.
Lin Ji didn't make eye contact with the man, and didn't even bother to look at him. Then he untied Lin Jinrong's body from his body and carefully placed it on the horse's back.
Xing Lao just looked at him quietly, without wanting to reach out to stop him.
Then he rolled over and dismounted.
"Sir, where did you come from. Lin Ji drew his sword and stood on the wasteland, like a son of the wind, his clothes flying.
"Jiuli Academy, Fang Qingping. ”
"That junior wishes you a smooth journey. Lin Ji's voice fell, his hands fell on the Feng Xiao sword, the sword was not pulled out, but there was a spirit piercing out, like a rushing torrent, without a trace of euphemism, pouring towards the old man who called himself Fang Qingping.
The old man's furrowed cheeks trembled slightly, and a look of disbelief flashed across his face.
Fang Qingping obviously didn't expect that Lin Ji, who had only been in the Clear Void Realm when he left Yingtian Academy, had entered the Zhiwei Realm coveted by countless cultivators just a few months after entering the Hidden Dragon Court.
Fang Qing's face condensed slightly, the hand stretched out in front of him turned slightly sideways, and an extremely pure essence qi jumped out from between his fingers, protecting his body like a light mask.
For some reason, a few green blades of grass suddenly splashed on the grass and flew into the air. However, the next moment, the crisp green leaves just collided with the essence, shattered into two and then fell to the ground according to the law.
After Fang Qingping completed all the moves, he gasped and looked up at the opponent who had been underestimated by him before.
Lin Ji didn't look up, and after releasing that essence, he barely stopped, and directly pulled out the Feng Xiao Sword that should have belonged to the old man of the Hidden Dragon Court.
This was the first time he had fought with a cultivator since he entered the Zhiwei realm, so he was very steady and careful.
"Ding. The blade of the sword broke away from its scabbard and made an inherently crisp sound, and then a dazzling white light burst out from the tip of the sword, like a rising sun on the wasteland.
There were not many plants on the wasteland, and at this moment, they all seemed to be pulled up by the sword that had just been unsheathed, and stabbed straight into the sky.
The old man Fang Qingping's brows furrowed even tighter. He raised his palm slightly, and repeated it a few times again, the light mask was even more dazzling, and the old man actually wanted to use this light mask to shake Lin Ji's sword.
Lin Ji sneered. Ruthlessly carrying the sword, the white light collided with the light mask as if it were falling to the ground.
Then there was a slight crunch, and the mask shattered like the skin of a hard-boiled egg.
The old man seemed to have expected that this light mask would not be able to resist the invincible momentum of Feng Xiao Sword, and dragged a ruler out of his arms the moment the white light jade light mask came into contact.
Drag, it's drag, it's not taking. Because when he dragged the pitch-black ruler out of his arms, the ruler turned into a murderous long sword composed of blue light with this simple action.
"Bang ......" Feng Xiao Jian only paused in front of the light screen, and then rushed towards the long sword composed of rulers and blue light.
It's different from the previous crisp sound. The loud sound of the two swords colliding seemed to wake the entire wasteland from the warm, lazy summer days.
The huge waves of qi generated by the collision between the Zhiwei realms rolled up countless grasses, and after grinding them, they were scattered in the air and turned into powder.
Even the two Lin Jiajun war horses, which were extremely far away from the battlefield and were accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, were almost unstable, and if it weren't for Xing Jianqiu's best efforts, they would have already fallen to the ground at this time.
Lin Ji's body received a great impact, and the volley's body and qi waves rolled backwards at the same time, floating into the distance like a fallen leaf, and the corners of his mouth were not controlled by him, and a handful of blood suddenly spit out from the corner of his mouth.
The old man named Fang Qingping obviously couldn't withstand this huge impact, and his whole body lost control, so he fell on the grass and was dragged backwards by the air waves for dozens of meters.
The old man's eyes were full of horror, looking at the tiger's mouth that had collapsed, and there was an unenforceable look in his eyes.
"How...... How can it be. Zhiwei ...... Knowing the micro realm. ”
Lin Ji's eyes were outstanding, and his body flying in the air fell suddenly, his toes touched the ground, forcibly suppressed the blood that was about to surge, and suddenly threw the Feng Xiao sword.
Feng Xiao Jian slid in the air in a rugged arc and pounced on the old man Fang Qingping again.
The old man barely raised the ruler in his hand, but it was too late.
Feng Xiao Sword pierced out of the old man's chest, because it was extremely fast, it was not even stained with a drop of blood, and then circled in the air and returned to Lin Ji's hand.
The old man looked at his chest in disbelief, the wound that spurted blood only when the sword flew back into the enemy's hand. Then I tried to hold it down with my hand, but it didn't help.
Vitality was lost in the eyes of the old man Fang Qingping, and he looked at Lin Ji's throat squeaking, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say a single byte.
Finally, even the body that was barely sitting upright collapsed without any sound.