Chapter 21 The Death of the Sword

Chang Qi quickly agreed, ran quickly to greet the warriors, ambush traps, and strived for the final offensive and defensive battle.

At this time, the first Lu army climbed to the mountainside and came slowly. The atmosphere was tense.

Ghost-face killing and 300 men, horse-marcade in the East, rubbing their hands, and are ready to rush up and kill at any time.

Lin Qinglong still met this kind of scene for the first time. Although he had already been a little cultivated monk, his heart still jumped a few times and ordered, "Let go of the rolling stone!"

More than a dozen piles of trunk stones hidden behind the grass and trees were pulled off and rolled down like waves, making the opponent's shield turn over.

Lin Qinglong shouted "arrows" again, and the warriors hiding in the pit appeared one after another. The powerful arrows were sprinkled down like rain. The enemy was in chaos. They had the ability to resist. They were hit by arrows and rolled down the slope, and more than 200 people were killed.

The warriors were cheered and cheered.

The ghost-faced murder was furious, and the wounded soldiers were evacuated, and the third round of offensive was immediately organized.

A hundred feet away, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the breeze is coming. Su Meier stands in the wind, and her clothes are flying. She has regained her original appearance. Looking at the young man in command on the mountain, a faint smile appeared on her face. Looking at the handsome young man's strategy, she arranged so many traps in just a moment. "No It's quite capable to think of this little fool! So I really underestimated him. Is it true that, as the boss said, does he really have the blood of ghosts? But his father, Wang Shankun, is a mountain clan. Who is his mother? I think it must be a ghost countryman..." Su Meier frowned slightly and suddenly laughed, "What do I care so much about? After completing this task, I will be assigned to other lists by the boss. I'm afraid I'll never see this little fool again..." As she thought of this, her heart suddenly became much darker, and the smile on her face seemed to freeze.

Lin Qinglong observed the movement of the other party and knew that the main force was placed on the east hillside, which was not so steep. He secretly called Tianzhu and ordered the warriors to withdraw to the mountain one by one. A small number also has the advantage of a small number of people, making it difficult for the enemy to detect their movement.

When all of them retreated to the mountain, Lin Qinglong asked them to bring the mount and said their plans. The warriors were originally people who walked on the tip of the knife all year round. They were used to nine deaths. When they heard that they could escape, they were refreshed, and they were even more heart-minded and had no objection. Until this moment, they have not been killed or injured, and they naturally worship Lin Qinglong like a god.

The horn sounded, and the disciples of Huayang Xianfu attacked from all directions, but the remaining nearly 500 remnants accounted for more than half of the mountain from the east.

After Lin Qinglong waited for Huayang Xianfu to pass halfway through the mountain, Lin Qinglong made people issue an order. A burst of horse hissing and trampled on it. More than a hundred wild horses were driven out of the fence in the north of the camp. The warriors hurriedly joined the ranks of chasing horses, drove the horses to the east slope, and stabbed the horse stock with spears, which aroused the madness of the wild horse. In the dust was flying, and the wild horse ran. Down the east slope, the disciples of Huayang Xianfu rushed straight over.

Lin Qinglong didn't have time to watch the results. He quickly ordered Chang Qi to lead the warriors, rushed to the west slope, and then ran down the mountain without turning back. And there were only a hundred people in Huayang Xianfu who came up here, so they didn't have to kill them.

Although Dongpo is in chaos, the disciples of Huayang Xianfu from the rest of the twopos came to help one after another, and the killing sound shocked the sky.

After a series of plots, the disciples of Huayang Xianfu had been in a mess for a long time. They saw thick smoke rolling in the sky, making noise everywhere, and the horses hissing. Their eyes were already red, their blood was boiling, and their faces were red with excessive excitement. They clenched the weapon in their hands and prepared for revenge!

Lin Qinglong was the only one standing in front of them. He stood in the same place with no expression on his face.

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In the distance, Su Meier smiled and said, "I heard that ghost people are born addicted to kill. Killing people depends on their own preferences. There is no difference between good and evil. They will only do anything for their own purposes... For him, killing the third-class disciple of Huayang Fairy Mansion is just like stepping on an ant. I don't know if this little fool has a kind heart. What about it? Will you be merciful and let go of a few poor people? Ha ha, poor people can sometimes kill people! Little fool, you must not be careless..."

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Seeing that the warriors had gradually withdrawn, Lin Qinglong was relieved and suddenly became iron-hearted - seeing the intruders with open teeth and claws, he suddenly wanted to kill people very, very much. The blood wave of the dagger in his hand felt the bloodthirsty mood of the master, and then buzzed and trembled: "Blood wave, do you also want to kill people? Question mark All right, I'll let you drink the enemy's blood tonight!"

The remnant willow Huitianshu surged to the soles of his feet. He was full of wind and wind all over his body. Suddenly, the sand and rocks flew around, covering the sky and the sun.

Lin Qinglong roared and rushed straight towards the dense enemy like a gallop. The gas swept away, and the sound was shocking. Wherever he passed, his flesh and blood suddenly flew!

Some third-class disciples of Huayang Fairy Mansion did not expect to meet such a fierce god. They were so scared that they quietly slipped away while the leader was unprepared. They became a deserter and fled to the darkness where they could not see their fingers.

The blood wave was stained with blood, and the sharpness was immediately exposed, and the blood was splashed everywhere. Lin Qinglong was also extremely excited. His eyes were red. His face was full of blood, and he became a blood man - but not a drop of blood on his body was shed by himself, and it was all the blood of the enemy.

He raised his head and roared wildly, and the long roar resounded through the sky like a lion, tiger and dragon!

On the side of Huayang Xianfu, he saw a strange teenager, holding a short blade and swirling all over his body. He swept in with a strong wind and roared into the array.

The well-trained disciples of Huayang Xianfu finally messed up their feet. The roar of the wind, the blood waves were like lightning, and the fierce howls of tearing the lungs were continuous, which made the soul of the living enemy fly away.

This is simply a massacre!

Lin Qinglong carried the remnant willow back to heaven and turned into a wild wind dance. The blood wave was full of blood, and he killed hundreds of people in a row. He was already learning to dance all over the sky. The blood flowed into a river. Suddenly, his body shook, and his shoulder was painful. He turned his head and was actually shot by a powerful arrow! That strong aftertrum was so strong that he rushed up and turned it straight to the sky.

Lin Qinglong turned over and fell to the ground. Looking back, he saw a young man in a white robe in the distance, with clothes fluttering, holding a bow and arrow. That man was Lu Yu!

There was a thunderous laughter in front of him, and the ghost roared, "Young master is a good arrow! The arrow is poisoned, and no one can solve it. The boy must die without a place to be buried! Look how rampant this boy is!?"

Lin Qinglong frowned and pulled down the poisonous arrow with a piece of flesh and blood with his backhand. Suddenly, blood surged. Lin Qinglong looked up to the sky and roared, regardless of the serious injury on his shoulder. He turned into a red light and rose from the ground. In the blink of an eye, he had been bullied by the ghost and killed his side!

The ghost was shocked, and his rough face showed a surprised look - it looked quite funny. After all, few people could have such a lightning speed and hurriedly picked up his treasure knife to fight.

After mentioning his treasure knife, he suddenly had infinite courage and seemed to have won. The treasure knife was called "Rushan", which was the treasure uploaded by his ancestors. There is no doubt that it is a peerless treasure knife. The cultivation of ghost face is mediocre. It is only because of this treasure knife that has been across the world for 20 years. In his eyes, no one can beat this sword. For example, the mountain knife is indestructible. As long as there is this knife, there is no undefeated enemy.

When his father passed on his treasure knife, he said, "The knife is in people, and the knife is dead."

The ghost-faced eyes flashed out a flash of light. In a moment, he waved his knife forward and was aggressive!

Lin Qinglong's blood wave made a harsh beep. He and it trembled violently due to extreme excitement. He and it have been alone for too long - or in the uninhabited courtyard of Qianwang City, the fallen leaves fluttering, a lonely teenager squatted on the slate in the courtyard, looking at the sky with lost his eyes; or in the dust Earthy cloth, cobwebs of the Divine Soldier Pavilion, rusty ugly black dagger lonely waiting and recalling, recalling its past, waiting for its future...

At this moment, Lin Qinglong and the blood wave have become one. They are not willing to be lonely. They have the blood of soldiers. They need to kill, kill, kill!

I only heard a harsh roar, a loud noise, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The ghost fell to the ground. He broke his knife and his head fell.

The knife is in the man, and the knife is dead.

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