Chapter 141: The Revenge Chaser asked angrily, Kill the king tonight at the foot of the mountain

At the foot of Miaoling Mountain, the towering peaks have blocked the red remnant sun, and the crescent moon in the eastern sky is miserable and white and blurred, just like the faces of the four people under the mountain, all of whom have lost their radiance due to excessive blood loss.

Rushing down the eight swords against the mountain, the eight sword immortals came with a murderous spirit. It was the eight disciples Xia Yunhai sat down.

The trees on both sides were all destroyed by the violent Eight Swords, opening up another one for this lush Miaoling Mountain.

They couldn't hold the mountain gate, thanks to the Lingshan Sect's ancestor manifestation, Mo Long came out and hit the thin old man hard, if he let him run away again, then he simply swallowed the sword and died.

Just as the eight of them were descending the mountain like tigers, they suddenly heard a voice around them: "Heroes stay!"

The voice was ethereal and echoing, and I don't know where it came from.

At this time, everyone is chasing after the four enemies who are not in the same sky, no matter who you are calling, where will you stop.

The eight people who descended the mountain like a tiger were like bamboos.

In contrast, a small white shadow head-on ascended the mountain.

The tiger confronts the grass snake.

The streamer was too fast, and it didn't allow eight people to react, and the first sword pierced the door of the third child!

It wasn't until the Huangmei Sword lost the traction of its master's true qi and pierced six big trees with a stream of inertia, and finally nailed it to an old locust that the other seven screamed.

"The third child!"

"Third Senior Brother!"

"Third Senior Brother!"

The disciple of the head of the famous sect, Sun Yonggang, who should have a lot of promise, has been unrecognizable, and he shot through the head with an arrow. The dead body rolled out along the mountain for dozens of zhang before it was intercepted by the second senior brother.

"Ah......" The senior brothers had bruises on their faces and bloodshot eyes.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and all hatred is unspoken.

The seven of them met again and flew away.

Zhao Si's face was hideous, and he flew down the mountain dozens of zhang in an instant, and his speed exceeded that of the six senior brothers by a lot.

Zhao Si stretched out his hand back, and the yellow plum with only the hilt of the sword still exposed outside the old locust tree cut off the ancient acacia and flew into Zhao Si's hand, descending the mountain violently, as if to avenge the master.

The sword that Zhao Si stepped on seemed to feel the monstrous hatred of his master, and the speed was much faster than usual.

The sword spirit awakens.

This slender and bright sword with a hint of playfulness in its simplicity was taken out by Xia Yunhai from an unknown place after seeing the little apprentice's swordsmanship Huigen. Although the swords of the nine apprentices were all given by their masters, only when this sword was taken out of the Sword Pavilion by Xia Yunhai, while using his sleeve to flick off a layer of dust on it, he also had to drive away the black unicorn that couldn't stop pounced.

The Bladeless Divine Sword Black Qilin is a spiritual object that has been passed down from generation to generation by the heads of the Lingshan Sect in the past dynasties. No one in the world who practices martial arts doubts that this sword has its own sword spirit and its own consciousness.

This sword usually hovers in front of the statue of the ancestor in the main hall of the Lingshan Sect. Levitates there vertically, rotating slightly. It's not Xia Yunhai who summons and never moves.

Only on that day, even Xia Yunhai's consciousness control couldn't stop the black unicorn from stepping forward to pounce on this sword.

Zhao Si himself didn't know that this sword looked mediocre, and even he disliked that its sword body was too thin and not majestic enough, and the feminine sword in his hand was originally called Killing Jun.

It comes from the same sword pool as the Black Kirin. After the head of that generation of Lingshan got these two swords, it was difficult to choose, and in the end, because the killing of the king was too heavy, he was afraid that his heart would become violent after using this sword, so he sealed the sword spirit and sealed it in the dust. The black unicorn is used as the first sword of Lingshan.

Zhao Si's eyebrows almost straightened, and in the blink of an eye, he threw the six people behind him far away.

The black light sword thousands of miles away was also thrown out of the four people behind him, and his eyesight was no longer within his reach. Through the black unicorn, Xia Yunhai sensed the dusty killing monarch for two thousand years, the sharp weapon that disappeared in the rivers and lakes after only a few years of birth, and the sword killing monarch that was remembered by the entire rivers and lakes for two thousand years.

Wake up!

The six people on the slope of Miaoling Mountain, the second Chen Zitong flew slower and slower, and the slower and slower, although the senior brother was seriously injured, and the third one had just died beside him, and the four people who made trouble in Lingshan and the enemy who shot the third child were in the direction of the mountain, but this swordsman with a simple sword heart and the strongest bookish anger, the swordsman who clenched his sword eyebrows and raised his murderous heart, slowly, slowly stopped there.

still maintained the posture of rushing downward, still with green muscles and bulging fists, and even the placket of his clothes shook straight behind him, as if time stood still.

The first few junior disciples didn't notice the abnormality of the second senior brother. Until he realized that the red light in the sky was already dark, he looked up and saw a mountain red cloud appearing out of thin air in the sky, several times redder than the sunset, as red as blood, but not as dark red as the murderous Xuanyuan Ba of the previous Martial Emperor.

Only a few senior brothers realized that the second senior brother Chen Zitong asked in front of the big enemy!

The six stopped at once.

There were big enemies and junior brothers in the past, and if they didn't chase after them, they would let the enemy go, and they wouldn't worry about the safety of the junior brothers. Later, there was the second senior brother who asked the most dangerous at this time, not to mention the enemy, even the old farmer under the mountain could kill the second senior brother who couldn't move with a pickaxe at this time. The Lingshan Sect really needs to ask the masters, even if there is one more, it will not be hit hard today.

The six of them immediately divided their labor, and two of them protected the second senior brother, especially guarding against the powerful cold arrow. The four of them hunted down the enemy.

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, Xiaoyu and Wentian could be seen trying their best to set up the unconscious eldest grandson Fuji, and walked forward step by step with difficulty. Liu Yun took the weapons of the three and retreated backwards to guard against the pursuers behind him. The Liuhong sword is two hundred pounds smaller. Even the short knife is prosperous, and it has the weight of the eldest grandson of no twenty or seventy catties. Coupled with the sunset of 3,330 catties, it is really a burden for Liuyun at this time.

There was no blood left on the road, and at this time, the blood that the four of them could shed had dried up, and they were completely supported by a will and a flowing true qi.

The wounds on the body are simply countless, the ruptured tendons are exposed, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

The sword on the mountain came to the foot of the mountain in a blink of an eye, and then came to Liu Yun in a blink of an eye, too fast, at this time Liu Yun's weak hand could not move the sunset.

Lightning and flint, the shadow of the sword slashed.

The prosperous treasure knife left a shallow mark on Huangmei, but Liu Yun flew out thirty zhang upside down and rolled to the ground. The iron chain of the sunset was tied to Liu Yun's hand, and he followed the ground to bring out a thirty-zhang earthen ditch.

The flying sword strikes again.

"Ding", just before Ma Wentian's angry eyes widened, a short hammer knocked Huang Mei out.

"Uncle Shi!" Ma Wentian's weak cry was full of excitement.

Putting down the fighting turtle, Xuanwu Douren saw that the four of them were so embarrassed, where was he in the mood to fight, took the eldest grandson Buji on his shoulder, and walked in the direction of Liu Yun with Ma Wentian and Xingyu.

This eldest grandson is slender and slender, and he carries it on his shoulders like carrying a dead dog.

Zhao Si circled around the air and rushed towards the Xuanwu Douren again, but faintly heard the roar of a beast in the forest next to him, which was very slight, like a precursor to a beast predatory and attacking.

Just when Zhao Si was about to catch up with the Xuanwu Douren, the Xuanwu Douren did not look back, not worried about the danger behind him, not that he was invulnerable and not worried about himself, but that he was not worried about the three people on his body.

Huang Mei was about to stab into the body of the eldest grandson, when a fierce white shadow rushed towards and punched Huang Mei.

This Huangmei sword, which wants to avenge the master and be ashamed of the sect, this Huangmei sword, which was selected by Xia Yunhai and given to his apprentice, was actually interrupted by a punch.

Zhao Si held the broken handle in his hand, and his right hand trembled slightly.

The big man in front of him is burly, his face is full of horizontal flesh, and his skin is very thick, but very white.

Ma Wentian opened his half-open eyelids, used his last strength to look back at the coarse white-clothed man behind him, and squeezed out three words: "Third Uncle ......"

The four fighting people, who usually don't bird anyone, have been in danger for more than a hundred years, but they are the same enemy and absolutely help each other.

The White Tiger Douren frowned and glanced back at the senior nephew who had just met a few months ago, this senior nephew who had only met a few times in total, and only said "um" when he saluted him when he asked the sky, this is now a bloody senior nephew.

Zhao Si dropped the hilt of Huangmei's sword, jumped off the ground, holding the killer in his hand, feeling that his sword was very unfamiliar today, but he was so confident in holding it, he wanted to kill.

The four swords behind him rushed over, side by side with Zhao Si, facing this master who had become a reclusive since their apprenticeship.

"My nephew was injured by you?" the white tiger fighter spoke very coldly, and his voice was very rough, like the deep roar of a tiger.

"How is it!"

The corners of the White Tiger Fighter's mouth were slightly upturned, and he walked forward slowly, his hands clenched into fists.

Everyone in the world knows the four fighting people, but they can't remember the eighteen first. Seventy years ago, before the White Tiger Fighter lived in seclusion, the last person he killed was the boxer Xia Wentao.

Therefore, today's White Tiger Fighter also has an identity, which is the Jianghu boxing armor. (To be continued.) )