Chapter 97

On the red island at this time, Locke was confronting a red figure at this time.

I saw the red figure on the opposite side, which was completely composed of blood-red energy, a blood-red armor shrouded the whole body, and only a pair of eyes glowing black light appeared on the head.

In his hand, he still held the blood-colored long sword that was originally lying on the bluestone platform, but at this time, the broken long sword had been restored to its original state.

A drop of blood-like light dripped from the top of the sword, and when it was about to drip on the ground of the island, it directly turned into a mist and returned to the sword, which looked very powerful.

"Roar!"

The blood-colored figure let out a roar, then raised his sword and rushed towards Locke.

Locke didn't talk nonsense, he put the Tang knife across his chest, and then saw the knife light flash, and several slashes emitting purple light flew out.

Then I saw the blood-colored figure, although it had raised its sword to parry, but it was not of much use.

Except for the slash that was blocked by the sword, the other slashes still focused on his body, and then slashed over his body.

The slash that passed through the body flew another meter or so before dissipating directly into the air.

The blood-colored figure was cut into several pieces and then fell to the ground.

"Damn, it's getting stronger again!" Looking at the slash that dissipated after flying out of a meter, Locke said fiercely.

As soon as Locke's words fell, the blood-colored figure that was cut into several pieces by Locke slowly combined together, and it didn't take long for him to stand up once.

"It's endless!" Locke complained, but the shot didn't come to an end, and before the figure could be formed, several slashes flew over.

The blood-colored figure was chopped up again, but the pieces that were cut off slowly returned to the figure after they hit the ground.

Looking at the blood-colored figure in front of him, Locke was very helpless, originally he and the white figure who claimed to be the sword god, chatted well.

Who knew something like this could happen.

It all started a few hours ago, when the man who called himself the Sword God was telling Locke stories about the past.

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"Don't do it yet! Hear me out first! "The white figure organized Locke, who was about to draw his sword.

"Don't want to hear it! I just want to get out of the island, or you tell me how to get out of the island, or I'll find a way myself! Locke said firmly.

"Young man, don't be in such a hurry, if you are always like this, you will suffer in the future!" The white figure said bitterly.

"What do you want to do? Stop, I'm not done yet? If you draw your sword so recklessly, you will release that person, and many people on the island will die at your reph! Seeing Locke take another step forward, the white figure hurriedly said.

For the white figure, Locke was noncommittal, just when he was chatting, Locke had already seen that this figure who claimed to be the sword god should not have any attack power.

Although he looked powerful when he first spoke, he was very nervous when he wanted to touch the long sword.

First threatened, and then now he reasoned with himself, even so, he never made a move on Locke, no matter how you look at him, he is not as strong as he said.

But when he heard that something was being played back, Locke hesitated.

Although he is very confident in the strength of his partners, but there are so many people in the village, and most of them have to die because of their own actions, to be honest, as a Locke who grew up under the red flag, it is still a little impossible.

But I can't help but go out, which is a bit tangled.

So Locke decided to listen to what this guy called the Sword God wanted to say, and what the sealed guy was.

The so-called knowing oneself and knowing that the other is invincible, there is no harm in listening to it first, anyway, I am not very anxious, as for why I acted like that just now, it is just a figure in front of me who is simply unhappy.

As a sword god who exists like the god of lights, it is really bad that he can't realize his three wishes.

"Alright! You name it, remember not to talk nonsense! Locke thought for a moment and said to the figure.

"That's right! Young people are still steady, too impulsive will do wrong things, think I was young ......"

Seeing that Locke suddenly put his hand on the Tang knife, the figure of the figure stopped abruptly.

"Okay, okay, can't I stop talking!" The figure looked at Locke helplessly and said.

For this white figure, Locke basically felt that he had figured it out, this was a person who was on the surface, and the initial strength was completely pretended.

And that's not all, this guy is still a talker, as long as he talks about it, he will talk endlessly.

"Ahem! Cough! After coughing twice and demonstrating his embarrassment, the white figure continued: "This story begins a long time ago, when I was very young! ”

When the figure was talking, he took the time to glance at Locke, who was still putting his hand on the hilt of the knife, afraid that he would suddenly have a convulsion, so he directly pulled out the knife and cut himself.

After seeing that Locke didn't make a move, the figure breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and continued.

"At that time, I was just twenty years old, and my swordsmanship had entered the realm of transformation, and it was basically difficult to seal the opponent on the rivers and lakes, even those strong people who ate the heaven-given fruit did not dare to be presumptuous in front of me! I am known as the sword god Ling Feng by the people on the rivers and lakes. The figure raised his head proudly.

"If you're talking nonsense, I'll do it!" Locke was speechless and looked at the figure who was touched by himself there, threatening.

"Humph! If it weren't for the passage of time, you wouldn't have been able to catch my sword at all! The figure looked at Locke disdainfully and said.

Locke didn't say much, and directly pulled out the Tang knife.

"Ahem! Where did we just go? ”

"Yes, yes, yes! I just said that I was twenty years old at the time, and I was already invincible in martial arts, and it was rare to meet opponents on the rivers and lakes. ”

The figure began to talk again as he asked himself.

"Until I met, that person, that person's swordsmanship is not much weaker than mine, but his swordsmanship is to enter the Tao by killing, and the sword will be stained with blood, and he is called a sword demon by the people on the rivers and lakes."

"As long as someone provokes him, he will kill his entire family, even the small animals in the house."

"His fame has basically reached the point where he can stop children from crying."

"Because I have done too many evils and no one can cure them, someone finally came to me." Speaking of this, the white figure's eyes were full of nostalgia.

I didn't notice that the corners of Locke's mouth twitched when he heard this story, this TMD was just too bloody.