The gold-armored guard, nine feet tall and with an abominable face, held a Fang Tian painting halberd, waving it towards Song Yu.

"This is Fu Wei?!"

Song Yu's eyelids jumped.

Fu Wei is a type of talisman and is an extremely precious defensive talisman.

Generally speaking, the quality of Fu Wei is high and low.

The golden armor guards in front of him were refined by the monks of the Void Period with a lot of energy, and they were generally refined by large sects or large families for the younger generations to defend themselves.

For some reason, the golden armor guard came into the hands of the Black Wind Village Lord.

From the beginning to the present, the master of the Black Wind Village is a spirit armor and a spirit rune, and Song Yu is very hot to see.

He had only seen these things in books, and where they were used, each one cost tens of thousands of spirit stones.

It was rare to encounter a spirit rune, and Song Yu wanted to test how powerful it was, so he punched the golden armor guard.

"Defense. ”

The golden armor guarded the tiger's body and shook Song Yu back, without any harm himself.

"It's amazing. ”

Song Yu shook his hand, and when he saw that the owner of the Black Wind Village was about to run away, he wanted to catch up.

The gold-armored guards came up again, and Song Yu was blocked again, and then changed directions, and was blocked several times in a row.

Song Yu was a little anxious, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he found that the golden armor guard had almost no IQ.

So Song Yu made a feint to the left.

The golden-armored guards hurriedly stopped them.

It was at this time that Song Yu's speed increased sharply, and he rushed through from the right, and the golden-armored guards were instantly thrown behind him.

The golden armor guard realized that he had been fooled and hurriedly chased after Song Yu, but he couldn't catch up at all, his speed was even slower than Song Yu.

The owner of the Black Wind Village, who was running away, felt that he had run for a while, and Song Yu was entangled by the golden armor guards again, so he looked back.

Just turned back.

Boy.

A fiery fist struck him.

It was a punching bag-like fist.

"Flame Dragon Fist. Song Yu said in a deep voice.

The unsuspecting Black Wind Village Lord was sent flying dozens of meters away, and he felt that his sternum had been completely broken, and finally he almost fell to the ground.

Song Yu glanced at the golden armor guards who had caught up, and decided to do it immediately, as long as he killed the Black Wind Village Lord, the golden armor guards would turn into spirit runes again.

"Suffer death!"

Song Yu flashed to the side of the Black Wind Village Lord, and raised his hand to slap the Yanlong Fist.

The Black Wind Village Lord in front of him had no defense, and Song Yu was confident that he could kill it with one punch, but it was a pity that it was too cheap for the Black Wind Village Master.

The Black Wind Village Lord should be thrown into an endless purgatory, because he ruined a little girl's life.

How could he be let go so easily?

Burst!

Song Yu passed through the body of the Black Wind Village Lord, but did not bring out blood.

"Huh?"

Song Yu frowned slightly.

I saw that the body of the Black Wind Village Lord dissipated like smoke and dust, and it was obvious that this was the Black Wind Village Master's trick.

"What about people?"

Song Yu looked behind the golden-armored guards who were chasing after him, and saw the Black Wind Village Lord, but the Black Wind Village Lord covered his chest, as if he was seriously injured.

But no, just now, Heifeng Zhai took the initiative to use the secret method to change his shape, and he was able to avoid Song Yu's fatal blow, but using the secret method would definitely have a backlash, which would make him more injured.

The gold-armored guards rushed forward and behind, but they did not attack Song Yu, and they were ten steps away from Song Yu.

Song Yu knew that the golden armor guard was controlled by the Black Wind Village Lord, and the other party was hiding behind the golden armor guard, and he was sure that he would not be able to attack him again.

Song Yu squinted, I want to see what you have to say?

"Fellow Daoist, if we don't reconcile, we won't have any contradictions, if you're willing to let me go, I'm willing to give you a lot of compensation, you think, it's not good for anyone to fight again. The Black Wind Village Lord suggested.

The person in front of him was like a freak.

How can there be a monk in the foundation building period, and the other party beats him like Lao Tzu beating his son?

Is this person pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

"You seem to have forgotten what I just said. Song Yu shook his head and said.

"What's that?" the Black Wind Village Lord was puzzled.

You've said so much.

How can I remember every sentence?

"You deserve to die, you all deserve to die. Song Yu said word by word.

After speaking, Song Yu raised his right fist, and his aura rushed violently, condensed into his right fist, and blasted out with an earth-shattering punch.

"Yanlong Fist!"

The fiery red giant fist appeared again, more realistic, with a huge roar, and blasted towards the Black Wind Village Lord.

A punch came out, Song Yu's body shook a little, and this punch poured out all Song Yu's strength.

The owner of the Black Wind Village felt the powerful coercion of the Yanlong Fist, his face changed, and he did not choose to fight against it, but desperately pasted a defensive talisman on his body, fully embodying the attributes of the rich little fat boy.

The fiery red giant fist first faced the golden armor guard, and the two collided, and the golden armor guard was indeed powerful, and it was enough to resist for a few seconds before it was blasted back into a spirit talisman by the giant fist.

The giant fist carried Yu Wei and crashed into the Black Wind Village Lord, only to hear the violent sound, the space was filled with fiery red true qi, stirring the wind and clouds, forming a cloud that could not be seen clearly.

Even in the distance in Nanfeng Village, you can see it clearly.

"Do you think your golden-armored guards are really useful? I was just afraid that you would run away, so I didn't entangle with them, and now you can't run away. ”

Song Yu rushed over, lifted the collar of the Black Wind Village Lord, and lifted him up.

"Fellow Daoist, I am the true disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, if you dare to kill me, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will not let you go. "The Black Wind Village Lord is dying and struggling.

"True Disciple, you will be a disciple of the Heavenly Sect for a while, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect for a while, it seems that your identity is not simple......" Song Yu frowned solemnly.

"Daoist friends are really smart, my identity is very special, as long as you don't kill me, I can help you become an inner disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and even a true disciple has a chance, what do you think?"

"Since that......'s the case," Song Yu pondered for a while, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said coldly, "Then I can't keep you." ”

"Don't kill me, I have very important news, according to the report of the spies I sent to the Optimus Sect, in a month, the Optimus Sect will attack the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, as long as you tell the news to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, you will definitely get a high reward, a casual cultivator like yours needs such resources, don't you say?" said the Lord of the Black Wind Village tremblingly.

"Have you already told the Ten Thousand Swords Sect the news?" Song Yu asked thoughtfully.

"No, I didn't have time to be there yet, and that's where I met you. The Black Wind Village Master said nervously.

"Since you think I'm a loose cultivator and let me go to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, do you want me to die?" Song Yu said as if he had seen through everything.

Don't think that the Lord of the Black Wind Village revealed this news to survive, in fact, he was hiding evil intentions, a powerless monk ran to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to say the news, even if the Ten Thousand Swords Sect believed it, he couldn't get out of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect alive.

But people are often like this, under enough temptation, they often lose their normal judgment ability, but fortunately, Song Yu is not such a person, he knows his identity very well.

Running to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?

This is completely self-defeating, extremely stupid, how could he do this?

Click!

Without giving the Black Wind Village Lord a chance to speak, Song Yu twisted the Black Wind Village Master's neck.

"You're ......"

The sight of the Black Wind Village Lord is getting darker and darker, and he can't figure it out until he dies, why was he still killed even though I had identified myself?

Song Yu snatched the storage ring of the Black Wind Village Lord, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Using the Yanlong Fist many times has caused a lot of load on my body, and again, I'm afraid that I will be eaten back and die, it seems that spells can't be used uncontrollably, this body that has just healed is even worse, and the child is too difficult. ”

Disposing of the body of the Black Wind Village Master, Song Yu turned around and walked towards Nanfeng Village.

In Nanfeng Village, the villagers fought bloodily and killed all the robbers, especially Zhou Zheng, his face was full of blood, and everyone couldn't see his expression clearly, but they just felt murderous.

After this battle, Zhou Zheng seems to have grown a lot, from a teenager to a man.

"Well done. Song Yu patted Zhou Zheng's shoulder.

Hearing Song Yu's words, Zhou Zheng's eyes lit up.

Song Yu walked to Zhou Lin and Xiaoyu again, and Zhou Lin was stitching up Xiaoyu's broken arm.

Because Zhou Lin was worried that Xiaoyu was afraid, he had already fainted him in advance, and it was smooth to suture the broken arm.

Fortunately, Zhou Lin used the freezing method to maintain the vitality of the broken arm at the beginning, otherwise he might not be able to connect it.

Song Yu said softly: "It's over." ”

"It's finally over. Zhou Lin said tiredly, "I don't have much time, can I listen to the old man's nagging?"

Song Yu didn't speak, and sat on the ground.

Zhou Lin looked at the sky and said slowly: "Zhou Lin is my pseudonym, my real name is 'Xu Wu', but I prefer my pseudonym, I am one of the thousands of sword slaves of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. ”

"Ten Thousand Sword Sect, Sword Slave?" Song Yu was slightly stunned.

Originally, I thought that Zhou Lin was a disciple of a small sect, but I didn't expect to have such a background, but Zhou Lin's talent was not high, so Song Yu made a mistake in judgment.

"Do you know what happened to the sword slave?" Zhou Lin didn't wait for Song Yu to answer, and continued, "The fate of the sword slave is to die with his sword and graft his sword qi to the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, do you know how the mixed sword qi on the Ten Thousand Swords Sect monk came from when he cast a spell?"

"Could it be ......," Song Yu guessed.

"That's right, it seems that the Immortal Chief is not an ordinary person, those sword qi were taken from countless sword slaves, in order to achieve the purpose of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to manufacture sword cultivation in batches, from the very beginning, the sword slaves were doomed to death. Zhou Lin said bitterly, "It's ridiculous that we, the sword slaves, still have the luxury of cultivating to become immortals, but I don't know it's a joke." ”

"I didn't expect the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to be so cruel. Song Yu smacked his tongue and suddenly figured it out, aren't these sword slaves and soul eaters all the same? No wonder the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Shura Hall were able to come together, it turned out to be a nest of snakes and rats.

"I finally escaped from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but I didn't expect it...... Still hasn't escaped the grievances and grievances of the immortal cultivation world, it's really ridiculous. Zhou Lin smiled and looked at his wife, "the child, I will go before you after all, I'm sorry, I must be an ordinary person in my next life and love you well." ”

Zhou Lin closed his eyes, and his hand hung weakly to the ground.

The old woman wept sadly.

Song Yu sighed, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, Zhou Zheng knelt in front of Song Yu.

"Immortal Chief, please accept me as a disciple, I want to cultivate. ”

"The path of cultivation is not easy to follow, once you set foot on it, you can't turn back, isn't it good to be an ordinary person?" Song Yu asked.

"It's not good, the village chief has passed away, and I want to protect the village and my sister, as long as I have enough strength, I can protect them. Zhou Zheng said.

"Protect them? You can understand that you protect your sister, but why do you want to protect them?"

"For the sake of the village chief. Zhou Zheng said sonorously.

Hearing Zhou Zheng's words, Song Yu was in a trance, who am I going to protect?