Chapter 471 Loser and Scumbag Girl

The blood waves outside Mount Emei are surging, and Mount Emei is helpless in the sea of blood, like a boat.

15 days ago, after Youquan left the customs, he not only injured Zen Master Xiaoyue, but also lost the white Meizhen and had to retreat to the golden top of Emei.

Fifteen days passed in a blink of an eye, and the righteous people also came to help several times, but no one could break through the barrier of blood waves and enter Mount Emei, leaving countless people's bodies.

The white eyebrows in the golden top of Mount Emei are sad, surrounded by Zen Master Xiaoyue and his disciples who occasionally cough blood.

"Real person, why don't you get the helper you mentioned? I'm afraid we won't be able to support it for long!" Zen Master Xiaoyue hung the golden dragon Buddha seal, the treasure of the town mountain of Wutai Mountain, on the Buddha seal for two days, and the golden dragon kept wandering in the hall to help Zen master Xiaoyue with his eyes closed to heal his wounds.

In the 15 days, Youquan has attacked several times. Now, after a series of wars, Zen Master Xiaoyue has been injured. Now he can only rely on the golden dragon Buddha seal with Bai Meizhen to resist the blood cloud array of Youquan.

With the words of Zen Master Xiaoyue, the disciples in the hall looked at Baimei Zhenren, while Baimei Zhenren shook their heads and smiled bitterly: "Although the unintentional Zhenjun promised that I would come to help, you have seen the current situation! There are blood waves outside, and the unintentional truth is just a general acquaintance with me. I dare not say that he will come to help!"

"Hey! "Dao Xiaomo's chief!" Zen Master Xiaoyue sighed a little lonely and read the Dizang Sutra with several big monks around him, as if I would go to hell.

The scriptures resounded on the hall of Mount Emei. Although Emei in Shushan is a Taoist blessed place, today's people do not feel anything wrong, because Zen Master Xiaoyue is a real master, and his kindness and compassion are no longer sectarian.

There is a Buddhist Sanskrit sound in the ear, and the disciples in the Emei Hall are either crying, laughing, frowning or being moved.

Life and death are right in front of you. On such a life intersection, the disguise in people's hearts has been completely peeled off, leaving the most real scene.

There is a sadness in the hall, as if an invisible boulder is pressing on everyone, making everyone feel difficult to breathe.

"Master, if I can combine with Lian Xing's two swords, can I rely on my Emei's thunder swords to fight against the old devil!" Just as everyone was silent, Li Yingqi gently came out and stood in front of Baimei Zhenren and asked.

Bai Meizhen raised his head and then lowered his head gently.

"Maybe, maybe not! Tianlei Shuangjian is the treasure of my Emei School, and its power is not easy to estimate!" Bai Meizhen can't make a decision in vain. Although the combination of Tianlei's two swords has been passed down from generation to generation, Bai Meizhen can't believe it.

Whhh whether a person is strong or not depends on his record, and whether a magic weapon is strong or not depends on his power. On this day, the thunder and swords have not been used several times in Emei's history, and Bai Meizhen dared not pin everyone's hopes on it. Otherwise, there will be a lot of hope and disappointment!

"I want to try, but now my Emei is irresive, and I am willing to live with my life!" After hearing Bai Meizhen's words, Li Yingqi was not discouraged, but respectfully saluted Bai Meizhen, and then strode out of the hall.

The golden roof of Mount Emei is followed by a sword mountain, which is full of sharp swords. If everyone wants to become a disciple of Emei, he needs the approval of a sword. Otherwise, the head personally accepted the apprentice, and it can't be regarded as a disciple of the Emei School.

On the sword mountain, at this time, Lian Xing is facing a big bald head and leaning on the mountain boringly to hit Hatchet.

After so many years, Lian Xing still has not awakened the memory of his previous life. For him, the so-called Changkong Wuji is too strange. Others regard Lian Xing as the reincarnation of Changkong Wuji, which is not an honor for Lian Xing, but also a heavy pressure.

Several core peaks of Mount Emei are shrouded in a golden light. Lian Xing looked out through the golden mask and saw a blood red in his eyes, which was hitting Emei's defense line all the time.

Lian Xing looked at the sea of blood outside so lazily. He suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong if Mount Emei was broken by the Youquan Demon King. Although he might die, Mount Emei has made Lianxing feel that life is worse than death over the years. Especially after Youquan got out of the customs, his master Li Yingqi beat and scolded himself all day long.

"Maybe we are all dead, and no one is forcing me to understand!" Lian Xing looked at the broken sword on his waist. After so many years, Lian Xing has accepted his fate. No matter what kind of long sky he is, no matter what kind of ghost spring demon king he is, he still has to fool around for a day!

Lian Xing stretched out easily and planned to take a nap on the ground. Nowadays, Lianxing can be said to be the most relaxed person on Mount Emei. He sleeps when he is full and eats when he is full. The originally thin body has gained several times over the years. People who don't know think that there is a big bald man who is a big monk from Wutai Mountain!

More than 50 years! Why can't a sword like me!"

Just as Lian Xing was about to sleep for a while, a roar suddenly came. Lian Xing looked up and saw a woman who was not dressed as a disciple of the Emei School, under the leadership of a silver sword, as if she was looking for something.

"Hi! It's you! Long time no see, you took out your master's sword again!" Lian Xing saw that the man was immediately sleepless and got up to greet him enthusiastically.

Lian Xing, a woman with a silver thin sword, is not strange. In Lian Xing's opinion, if she is a loser, then the brothers of the Emei faction are rich and handsome, and the woman in front of her is more miserable than herself and can only be a scum girl.

This woman was brought back by Fei Yunzi, the boss of the seven sons in the cloud. It is said that when Youquan attacked for the first time, he had no intention to kill all sides and took out the hearts of the soldiers in the Shu army and the Qi army. And the woman in front of her was very lucky. Although her father and brother died that day, she was the only mortal who escaped the disaster and the daughter of the general of the Shu army.

In fact, this woman's ability to be accepted as an apprentice by Feiyunzi also has the credit of Qin Hui, because Feiyunzi is exactly the Emei disciple who looks like Zhang Guorong and was replaced by Qin Hui. It was also the experience of being connected with the same life that the woman who was lucky enough not to die was admitted to the door by Feiyunzi. I don't know what the woman's name is, but she knelt in front of Feiyunzi's door for three days and three nights after being brought back by Fei Yunzi. Finally, Fei Yunzi, who was moved by her obsession, accepted her as his disciple.

If you follow this plot, maybe this woman can really do something under the obsession in her heart. But although the sky is not willing, this woman has been admitted to the door by Feiyunzi, but she has never been able to find her sword on Jianshan. More than 50 years later, a woman has had a cultivation, but because of the rules of the door, she has never been a disciple of the Emei School. Occasionally, she can only come to this sword mountain to practice several times with her master Feiyunzi's sword to see if she can find a sword in Jianshan.

"What do you think all this is! The enemy is right in front of me, but there is nothing I can do! I, Lin Caixia, am a soldier. I should go to the front line to protect my country, instead of just playing around here with my master's sword, and only curse my father-killing enemy in my heart!"

Looking at Lian Xing in front of her, the silver sword in Lin Caixia's hand danced randomly, venting her hatred in her heart. Lin Caixia hated the unintentional Zhenjun who took out her father's heart that day, and she also hated herself even more. In her opinion, if she had the power now, she could take her father away. At that time, if she had the power of Bai Meizhen, she could stop the killing that day.

But she can't do anything now. Even the bald man who slept all day has a broken sword, but she doesn't even have her own sword, so she can only come here with her master's sword to hit her luck.

"What did I say? There is no immortality in this life. I don't think you should look for it. Isn't it very happy to live like me!" Lian Xing looked at Li Caixia, who was more miserable than himself, waved his broken sword in his hand, and hit Hatchet again, looking drowsy.

"A broken sword! Why can people like you find their own swords, and I have a deep blood grudge but can't get anything!" Looking at Lian Xing's careless appearance, Li Caixia was furious.

The world is really unfair. This person is idle all day and useless. But such people can find her own sword, but she can only hold her master's sword.

The more Li Caixia looked at Lian Xing, the more angry she became, and her eyes became more and more fierce.

"Hey, what on earth do you want to do with someone else's sword and your eyes are so vicious?" Lian Xing raised his head, and his face was still cynical.

"What are you doing! I will teach you a lesson!" Li Caixia shouted in a low voice, and the sword in her hand stabbed straight out.