Lin Dao smiled sarcastically: "Hero? I'm just a guy who gets lost in the road and can't do anything. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"But you are still my reason to move forward," Yuzi said, "I have been grinding for seven years, sharpening my sword and sharpening my heart, extremely boring, practicing the ghost seal for three years, I have to endure unimaginable pain every day, but I have persevered in all this, just to catch up with you and bring you back." ”

Lin Dao muttered, "I wanted to escape, and you were chasing, so I lost...... Is it ...... Hmph, you didn't lose unjustly. ”

Lin Daoqiang propped up his stiff body and said in a low voice: "Although the outside world is very exciting, I have been frightened all these years, and I am not in the mood to appreciate it, it seems that it is time to go back and accept the punishment." ”

Yuzi nodded, turned his eyes to look at the weak craftsman in the distance, and said loudly: "I took it away from Sakura Palace Lin Dao, although that Heavenly Chopping Feather is not a thing of the day, but it has a lot to do with my day, I have to ask, I heard my master say that this knife should have been disposed of more than a thousand years ago, and it should not exist here, how did you get it?" ”

Apparently a little shaky from excessive blood loss, the craftsman looked at Sakuramiya Yuko and replied, "A thousand years ago, this knife was sealed in the depths of the earth in a secluded place in the Borderlands by a person who was too strong to speak, but my ancestor happened to witness this scene in secret, and he was impressed by the power of this knife, so he spent almost his entire life to break that seal, and finally got this knife, which has been passed down from generation to generation until my generation. ”

Yuzi sighed: "Finally, let me give you a piece of advice, since you have this knife, you should have heard more or less of its legend, that knife is a peerless murder weapon that has been baptized by countless blood, and in the legends of the day, it has even drunk the blood of the gods." The darkness hidden in this knife is beyond your imagination, and it has an extremely secret connection with that family, and I suggest that you seal it underground, otherwise it may lead to irreparable disasters in the future. ”

The craftsman didn't speak, just nodded.

Lin Dao stood up, glanced at the craftsman from afar, stretched out his slightly trembling right hand and took out the black crystal card of the "High Tower" from his arms and threw it on the ground, and said expressionlessly: "Although I was defeated, but now, no one in the north can stop him, that guy is a madman, since he has decided to destroy the north with the south, then he will do what he says, I advise you to gather all the remaining tarot councilors in the city as soon as possible to deal with him, so that you have a chance to win." ”

The craftsman was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you know why he rebelled?" ”

"What that guy thinks, who knows." After speaking, Lin Daotou walked in the direction of the city gate without looking back, and Yuzi also followed.

At this time, in the front section of Jacaranda Avenue of Gilda's Shield, the battle with the mausoleum keepers had destroyed the houses and streets within a radius of several hundred meters, and all that could be seen were wood chips, broken stones, broken steel, and blood marks.

The blood sickle roared, the sharp sound almost tore people's eardrums, and the blue sky monument of the mausoleum keeper groaned, and its majesty made the clouds in the sky far away.

The scythe collided with the stone stele, and an invisible wave of qi exploded, scattering in all directions, whistling incessantly, and the birds were all shaken down.

The gentleman's stele of the mausoleum keeper has been covered with knife marks, and even the words "gentleman is not a weapon" on it have been cut to pieces, this invincible stele looks very miserable, and the mausoleum keeper himself is also wounded, and panting, obviously the physical strength has been a little unable to keep up, on the other hand, although the body is scarred, but the gestures are still at ease.

The mausoleum keeper already understood that he could not win by decisiveness, so he gradually turned from attack to defense, wanting to delay a little longer, but he didn't want to stick any longer, and the blood sickle in his hand turned into a red light and attacked the mausoleum keeper, and the red light rose bigger and bigger, like a red crescent moon, lit up in the daytime.

Under the shroud of sword intent, a terrifying illusion of hell suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of the mausoleum keeper - the scorching flames covered the sky, the iron was burned to the ground, and the corpses stood silently in the sea of blood, and the blood and qi around his body were dense, as if there was a blood-colored river running around him.

The mausoleum keeper felt a tremor of his soul, and at this time, it was like the descending of the Immortal King, which made him feel irresistible.

I didn't expect ...... He's so strong, it seems that even if I regain my prime, I may not be able to beat him......

"Blood Sea Hell, Yuan Tu Yiyi." Said coldly.

The spirit that the blood scythe overlord responded to emitted a heavenly dragon roar that resounded through the sky, and the furious wind spirit overflowed.

This domineering sword intent slashed on the gentleman's unweapon stele, dividing the gentleman's unweapon stele into two, and the remaining momentum was inexhaustible, and it was slashed on the body protection and fighting spirit of the mausoleum guard.