"Can he win?" Don't secretly calculate the time, distance, it's too late...... Even if they set off for Bamboo Forest Island now, it would be too late. Even if they arrived in time, the people of the Justice League would be in time, and even, it is likely that there were many masters of the Justice League who were rushing to Zhulin Island. There is no other way in front of him, and there is only one hope, and the white-clothed swordsman can defeat Yi Yun. If the white-clothed swordsman wins, he can launch the huge mechanism designed many years ago, and he can also sink the entire underground hall into the deep sea, gaining a certain amount of time, and it is possible to transfer the ruins in this process, but in this way, the matter of the underground hall will inevitably spread in the rivers and lakes, arousing the interest of many people with a heart to explore.

The question that didn't exist, White didn't answer, and neither did Little Sword.

Because this is an unpredictable problem, the guardian has been on Zhulin Island for hundreds of years, what is his current level of cultivation and actual combat ability, Bai and Xiaojian are not clear, so how can he make judgments and predictions?

On the island of the bamboo forest, the flames are burning......

Xinxue held the sword and killed thirty-seven people one after another.

These thirty people are not NPCs, they are the thirty-seven Bamboo Forest Kings of Bamboo Forest Island, that is, the companions that Little Slaughter once trusted to sacrifice everything for them.

But now, he has become a betrayer.

Sun Wang was the last to be killed, not because of his high martial arts, but because the other thirty-seven people had been blocking the sword for him from the beginning and buying him time.

But he still didn't escape, because the martial arts of the Thirty-Seven Bamboo Forest Kings could only be described as vulnerable in the face of the snow in their hearts.

Sun Wang didn't even escape to the beach on the edge of the island, he was in the bamboo forest, he stumbled and fell, and even if he didn't stumble, he couldn't escape for long.

The snow in my heart is full of blood.

Blood was still dripping from the sword in his hand.

Seeing the snow in his heart coming over step by step, Sun Wang did not get up in vain and continued to struggle and escape.

The fear on his face. Suddenly it turned into laughter. "Are you going to wash Bamboo Forest Island in blood?"

Bamboo Forest Island has been lit up by firelight, at this time, the elders of the Killing Dao Holy Land have been setting fire everywhere, and the chaotic NPCs are running and running, trying to escape in panic, but the port on the island is originally limited in ships, because the Bamboo Forest Emperor is unwilling to have NPCs leave, and the weekday fishing fleet is supervised by the Bamboo Forest Emperor's people.

Those ships were the first to be destroyed.

Little Slaughter is on the ship, drinking wine and listening to the voices of the congested NPCs on the shore of the harbor shouting for help. She is indifferent, and the NPC's life or death is inherently irrelevant.

The flames turned into a sea of fire, quickly spreading and burning in all directions, the bamboo forest burned in the flames, gradually, turned into charcoal, and the NPCs ran in pain in the flames, wailing. Screaming......

The flames almost burned to the place where Sun Wang and the snow in his heart stood.

"Not bad." Xuexue in her heart responded indifferently, she was willing to say a few more words to Sun Wang, because she wanted to. Maybe Little Kill would have wondered what Sun Wang would leave her.

"Bamboo Forest Island will be discovered by the people in the rivers and lakes one day, and at that time, we will not be the emperor of the soil. Wouldn't the helper even give us a little more opportunity to be happy? Sun Wang laughed miserably, all kinds of things. In the memory, compared with the cruel reality in front of me, it seems so illusory. It's ridiculous again. They have changed, the little killings have changed, and they are not even willing to give them the mercy of alms, what has that hatred reached?

"The betrayer deserves the end."

"Betrayal? No, our betrayal only has an impact on the gang leader, no one in the Killing Dao Holy Land knows about our existence, and no one in the rivers and lakes knows about our existence, so there is no need to punish Liwei at all. This is not a reason, there is only one reason, you know very well that the helper has changed, and he has become no different from the demons who once persecuted us...... Hahaha...... Originally, I felt that I was very ashamed, but now I can't, the helper will also change, this is the rivers and lakes, this is human nature-" Sun Wang laughed, his face was full of mockery and sarcasm, there was no intention to hide it at all, this was his mood at the moment, and he had no need to hide it.

Xue Liang's sword pierced his heart.

Pain......

Sun Wang was still smiling.

Xue gritted her teeth in her heart, and said coldly, "The Holy Lord has changed, it's because of you!" ”

Xue Liang's sword was suddenly drawn.

When blood erupted from Sun Wang's chest, Sun Wang's was still laughing, but two lines of tears flowed out of his smiling eyes......

The NPCs of the port, Bamboo Forest Island, old and young, supported each other, howling and crying, facing the only big ship in the port. "Help us, save us! What kind of sin have we suffered, we have been persecuted by the Demon of the Bamboo Forest Emperor for so many years, and now we are going to suffer a catastrophe again, please ask the big guest officer on the ship to save us, even if we don't save us old men, even if we rescue the children......"

On the ship, dozens of NPC boatmen couldn't bear to hear it, yes, such a big ship, even if it was just to save some children, that would be fine......

However, the owner of the ship did not speak, none of them dared to assert their opinions, they endured the torment of conscience, they were NPCs, in their eyes, the NPCs on Zhulin Island were originally the same as them, but they could not know, for the people in the rivers and lakes, their lives were never worth caring about......

The Great Elder and Xinxue, after setting fire everywhere on the Bamboo Forest Island, rushed to the shore of the island and the harbor to hunt down the NPCs who escaped from the flames and gathered on the shore to escape......

The bamboo forest island was engulfed by a sea of fire, and the bamboo forests on the mountain were all burning, but the black water in the black water lake on the mountain seemed to be completely unaffected, and the surrounding fire made the black water not even evaporate a little, reducing ......

Under Bamboo Forest Island.

Underground basilica.

Yi Yun had already swept a lot of books on the stone walls, but the white-clothed swordsman still didn't make a move.

Yi Yun believes that it is more reasonable to say that the white-clothed swordsman needs him to strike first than that the white-clothed swordsman is competing for patience.

Yi Yun believes that this contest of patience will soon have a result, because this is not a fair patience contest at all, if it is fair, Yi Yun will only test patience with someone who can guard this kind of place for hundreds of years unless she is crazy!

Follow the footsteps of the rhyme, stop.

The books placed on this stone wall are no longer knowledge.

In the middle of the book, there is still a title written on it, which is the diary.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, revealing a sharp edge, full of a sense of killing.

This means that the owner of the writing should be a resolute and resolute person.

The sword of such a person is often very ruthless.

A person who has guarded this kind of place for hundreds of years, in addition to reading books, of course, will also use his pen, how good words can he write in hundreds of years? There are a lot of them, and there are many large stone walls, all of which are diaries.

There is no doubt that these are the handwriting written by the white-clothed swordsman in these hundreds of years, and of course there will be a lot of information in it, not only the information of the white-clothed swordsman's own inner world, but also others, such as the secret of this low hall.

It's over, and this contest that requires patience is over.

Yi Yun knew very well that the white-clothed swordsman would not give him a chance to sweep these books, and he had to make a move.

There was no way he would let these be taken away by Yi Yun.

Yi Yun slowly raised her left hand, but her mind was completely on the white-clothed swordsman.

When the strong wind swept into the vacuum bag with the books on the stone wall, Yi Yun's expected situation that the white-clothed swordsman would definitely make a move did not appear!

The white-clothed swordsman didn't even care about being taken away?

On the stone wall, all the books were swept down by the strong wind, and with the swirling air current, they rushed to Yiyun's vacuum bag.

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded!

Not the sword of a swordsman in white.

Yes, the secret weapon-

Behind the books on the stone wall, there are filled with large and small, metal pipes, and in the pipes, all kinds of hidden weapons are continuously and unconsciously emanated!

There are heaven and earth soul search needles, there are rain in the sky, poisonous dragons piercing the heart, and so on......

Among them is also the golden light - the golden snake cone!

Many hidden weapons fly together, but they are not simply won by number and speed, each different hidden weapon is coordinated in an orderly manner, while shooting, it forms a net that overlaps before and after, this net, there is no gap, and there is no time difference that people can use, all the hidden weapons seem to fly almost as fast, the golden snake cone has been tightly locked since the shot, and the most terrible and dangerous ability to accelerate the change of direction has not been launched at all!

The white-clothed swordsman should have made a move, but he didn't.

And at that moment, Yi Yun was already aware of the danger.

With hundreds of years of experience in the rivers and lakes, Yiyun has seen what kind of secret calculation methods.

The swordsman in white should have made a move, but he didn't, and there was only one reason.

The white-clothed swordsman believed that even if the book was taken by him, as long as it was him Yiyun who died in the end, then the book would naturally be returned to his hands.

If this stalemate continues, then there is no point in waiting for the white-clothed swordsman.

Because he was the one who couldn't wait forever, he couldn't wait endlessly, watching Yi Yun investigate the secrets of the underground hall as if no one was around.

Then, there must be another way to force Yi Yun to make the first move.

When the hidden weapon was shot, Yi Yun's left hand waved vigorously, and the books that swirled and flew over accelerated to chase his retreating figure into the vacuum bag, and at the same time, Yi Yun's sleeves threw out the embroidered forehead handkerchiefs, all of which swirled with the strong wind, turning into rotating shields in front of Yi Yun.

It seems that there are countless and dense hidden weapons, even if they are sharp soul search needles, when they shoot those handkerchiefs, they can't penetrate them!

Each handkerchief seemed to have turned into a flexible shield, spinning quickly in front of Yi Yun, blocking all the hidden weapons that were constantly shooting over!

These hand towels are all from the hands of Qun Fang Jealousy, the materials used are originally very good, through the craftsmanship of Qun Fang Jealousy, the density of each line is very high, and multiple layers are superimposed, not to mention that it is a hidden weapon, even if it is a sword, it may not be able to be cut under the effect of Yin Jin. (To be continued......)