Volume 5 Blood Edict Chapter 91 Who is not a hero when young
In the valley, in front of Su Ling and Fu Shenzi, the seven Xuanjia warriors, with swords in their hands and black energy in front of them, were approaching the two of them with low steps.
Lin Bulang held a bronze sword in his hand and raised his eyebrows. Seeing that the two of them were about to be surrounded by the seven string-carrying black armors, he couldn't help but shouted coldly: "Everyone, protect the master and the young master!"
"Seven-pointed sword array, protect!"
As soon as the word "protect" came out, seven figures in white jumped up into the air at the same time, flying straight over the heads of the seven string-bearing black armors.
Seven young Taoist priests in white, with long swords and hunting in white, stood in front of Su Ling and Fu Shenzi.
The seven Xuanjia, who did not look like living creatures in the first place, seemed to turn a blind eye to the sudden change in front of them. They still stepped forward step by step with heavy steps and raised their long swords.
Lin Bulang entered the room with a bronze sword, and stared at the seven thread-carrying black armors with burning eyes. When he saw the seven thread-carrying black armors, they looked ferocious and terrifying, and they were approaching with a look of death.
Although he was horrified in his heart, he still refused to take a step back and shouted coldly: "If you take another step forward, I, Lin Bulang, will not care whether you are human or ghost!"
The seven Xuanjia men seemed not to have heard of it, but continued to press forward.
The seven people were getting closer and closer to Lin Bulang.
Five steps, four steps, three steps...
Lin Bulang shouted: "Destroy the enemy, kill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already raised his figure for the first time and jumped into the air.
The other six young Taoist priests also shouted loudly, and their bodies were all suspended in the air.
Seven long swords with seven elegant sword rays rushed straight towards the seven Xuanjia Tiers.
The seven thread-holding black armors didn't even dodge, they just stepped forward to face the incoming sword edge.
"Bang - bang -" seven muffled sounds.
The seven bronze long swords hit the chests of the seven Tiexian Xuanjia impartially.
Lin Bulang and others were all happy, but the next moment they were horrified.
The long sword is so sharp, but even if it stabs these seven Xuanjia Tiers, they all suddenly feel like they have stabbed a hard boulder.
No matter how sharp the sword tip is, it still can't move forward an inch.
The bodies of the seven thread-carrying black armors were a little sluggish. After a moment, they all waved their left hands.
He was swinging at the long sword thrust into his left chest.
There was a sound of "Boom——".
Those seven young Taoist priests, if they were hit hard, would be shaken by the violent shock from the sword, causing them to turn left and right and take seven or eight steps backward. Each of them fell to the ground like an autumn wind sweeping away dead leaves.
Lin Bulang was caught in the middle of the attack, and was even more severely hit. His body flew backwards and fell to the ground, sending up waves of dust.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Su Ling was shocked and shouted to Lin Bulang: "Bulang...how are you doing!"
Fushenzi shook his hands and said dejectedly: "How can we fight like this? We are invulnerable!"
But when he saw Lin Bulang, he suddenly put one hand on the ground and stood up straight.
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said coldly and decisively: "If you want to hurt the two benefactors, first step on Bu Lang's body!"
At the same time, the six young Taoist priests who had fallen down also stood up, each holding a sword in their hand.
The seven young men each took their correct positions and did not take a step back.
Every young man acted upon hearing the words, and shouted in unison, their eyes full of determination, and the tips of the seven long swords suddenly intertwined in one place.
The clear buzzing sound resounded throughout the valley.
Suddenly Lin Bulang's body soared into the sky, with an indomitable hunter in white clothes, and raised the long sword in his hand.
The six young men and their six long swords gathered into the center of a Bagua circle, and Lin Bulang floated on the center of the Bagua circle.
Suddenly Lin Bulang roared: "Death!——"
It's like stepping on the stars in the sky, like the clear breeze and bright moon.
The white-clothed sword shot straight into the sky, and then, like a falling meteor, it hit the middle leader of the seven men holding the stringed black armor.
A powerful sword, the shadow of the sword in white clothes, a flying fairy from the sky.
The Xuanjia leader slowly raised his head, and in his mask's pupils he saw Lin Bulang rushing towards him at an unstoppable speed.
"Ant...!" The thread-holding black armor roared.
His feet hit the ground.
There was a muffled sound of "Bang——". The Xuanjia man stood up straight.
Holding the sword in both hands, he faced Lin Bulang's sword-wielding figure that was falling rapidly, and savagely bumped into him.
There was a sound of "Boom--".
The Xuanjia man collided with Lin Bulang.
Xuan Jiaren also didn't expect that the power of Lin Bulang's sword would be so amazing. As soon as the two collided, Xuan Jiaren's figure was knocked down very fast, all the way to the ground, and a big bang was smashed out.
pit.
Despite this, the Xuanjia man still stood tall, with mud and rocks flying at his feet.
But Lin Bulang was much worse than him.
The whole body was like a kite with its string broken, flying backwards at a very fast speed.
While flying upside down, the body fell uncontrollably downwards.
"Wow——" A mouthful of blood spread across the dark sky.
The uncontrollable body flew upside down for a while, hit the rocks heavily, and then rolled down.
The white clothes were stained with blood and were much torn.
When Su Ling and Fu Shenzi saw this, they were all shocked. Su Ling hugged Lin Bulang in his arms and shouted loudly: "Bu Lang! Bu Lang! How are you!"
Fushenzi was also beside him, with a look of distress on his face.
Lin Bulang's face was pale and he was breathing heavily.
Just as he was about to reply, he suddenly saw a mysterious man behind Su Ling holding a long sword, pointing up and down, and slashing down with great force.
Lin Bulang gritted his teeth and roared: "Sir, get out of the way! -"
Having said that, he didn't know where he got the strength to push Su Ling to the left.
The horizontal bronze sword flashed with sword light, and it blocked the slashing sword.
"Bang——" He actually blocked this menacing sword.
Lin Bulang's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were wide open, and he yelled: "Back off!"
A sound of "Boom——" actually forced the mysterious man to retreat, and rocks and mud spattered on the path he retreated.
Lin Bulang/forced the Xuanjia man back. Holding the sword in his hand, he glanced at the six young men, his momentum rose sharply, and he yelled: "Brothers, are you still willing to fight with Sui Bulang!"
"Fight with nature!"
The six young men answered clearly, with determination to move forward.
Lin Bulang looked up to the sky and laughed: "My life was given to me by my two benefactors. Please give it back today!"
After saying that, he stepped on the Seven Stars under his feet, and the sword edge flashed along with his clothes.
Lin Bulang looked up to the sky and roared with all his strength!
The six young men didn't hesitate for a moment, and they all jumped up. The seven sword energies suddenly seemed to gather in one place, and an extremely huge sword light rose brightly from the sky.
Lin Bulang was stepping on the tip of the giant sword when a white shadow flashed. He raised the bronze long sword high and pointed it up and down. He made an arc sword flower and swung it towards the seven Xuanjia people!
"No! No! -" Fu Shenzi shouted, with tears in his eyes.
Su Ling didn't know, but he felt that the sword that struck the sky had a fierce momentum. It was really thrilling.
But Fushenzi had never felt clearer in her heart.
There are seven people in the seven-pointed sword formation. There are seven sword formations in total, which are: breaking sword style, gathering sword style, raising sword style, whistling sword style, controlling sword style, swinging sword style, and the last style - burial
Sword style.
The first six swords can be activated at will without any hindrance. However, the last posture - Burial Sword Posture, must not be activated until it is too late.
Without him, burying the sword and burying the sword is a trick that kills people when the sword is broken, whether there is death or life, and they all perish together.
When Fu Shenzi first trained these seven people, he had told them many times that this move was not his order and no one could use it!
But now Lin Bulang risked his life in order to save himself and Su Ling, whom he now regarded as his closest relatives.
In the eyes of tears, before the eyes of floating and sinking children,
Young man in white, heroic and generous.
The long sword flies in the wind, and is proud of the wind and rain.
Young people have always been heroes, just because they are still young.
The giant sword fell and the light disappeared.
That boy became the last ray of light in this dark night.
"boom--"
The giant sword landed on the head of the Xuanjia leader.
The sword energy burst out and the light scattered in all directions.
In the end there was no more light.
All sounds returned to peace.
The six young men let go of their bronze swords one after another and fell to the ground on their backs. Even so, they all supported themselves and looked forward.
The Xuanjia man was split into two pieces by the giant sword.
The body is divided, the black armor is broken, the internal organs flow out, and the fishy stench is indescribable.
Lin Bulang exhausted his last bit of strength and fell into the dust from mid-air.
The bronze sword was broken and fell into the dust. The broken sword was still shining with blood.
Lin Bulang curled up, his white clothes hanging helplessly on his thin body.
The young man, with incomparable determination on his face, looked at Su Ling and Fu Shenzi, and murmured in a very low voice: "Master, Young Master, Bu Lang... I tried my best!"
After saying this, the huge darkness swallowed him up silently.
Fu Shenzi and Su Ling both felt sad. Fu Shenzi yelled: "You evil ghosts, I will fight with you!"
Su Ling didn't say anything, tears streaked down his cheeks, he asked Xiangsi, and walked straight into the remaining six Xuanjia people.
When asked about Xiangsi, the sword light was dazzling, and multiple fatal murderous intentions appeared frequently.
Su Ling used Uncle Bai's secret skill of Dragon Spear, and there was a faint sound of dragon's roar in the sword wind.
He only had one obsession in his heart, to chop these six monsters into pulp with one sword strike after another!
Pay for your life! Pay for your life! Pay for your life!
At this moment, a figure suddenly floated up from nowhere, his broad Taoist robes fluttering vaguely. The man did not dare to delay for a moment, came to Lin Bulang, held his head in his arms, and slapped him.
She sealed the key points all over his body, put him on her body, turned around and said loudly to Fushenzi: "Fushenzi, you owe me a huge favor! I'm leaving first!"
After saying this, he soared into the sky, wavered three times and disappeared without a trace.
Fushenzi saw the sudden appearance of the Taoist. He was greatly moved and blurted out: "Master Kongxin! Save him!"
The only thing that answered him was the shaking of the trees and the falling leaves.
When Fushenzi turned around, he saw that Su Ling was alone among the Xuanjia people and surrounded by dangers. Without any further delay, he swung his sword to kill him.
However, although they are superb swordsmen, and although those black armors have lost their leader, they are still extremely powerful.
No matter what, the two of them cannot kill each other or break out.
At this critical moment, there was a faint sound in the valley, and countless red peony petals slowly fell from the sky.
Dozens of red figures suddenly flashed out from the petals in the sky.
The first one is holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, wearing a fiery red gauze dress, like a blooming red peony.
Behind her, dozens of women in light red clothes, all holding long swords, followed her.
"The shadow of the red peony tree has arrived, Xiaoxiao will be the first to be crowned!" The dozens of pale redwood women held swords in their hands, and without any delay, they started to kill the six Xuanjia men.
Su Ling and Fushenzi suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
The fiery red gauze clothes moved lightly and flew in front of Su Ling.
When Su Ling saw her, he couldn't help but said anxiously: "Mu Yanqing, I told you not to get involved in this matter. That Xuan Jia is not easy to deal with. If you don't do it well, you will die!"
The person who came was none other than the host of Red Peony Shadow - Mu Yanqing.
Mu Yanqing smiled lightly and said: "My master is here, so I can't come? It doesn't matter if I die, I will die in one place!"
As he spoke, he swung away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and got into a fight with a mysterious man in front of him.
Dozens of fairy-like women were fighting against the terrifying black armor, and Su Ling and Fu Shenzi also faced off against one each.
Suddenly, in the valley, shouts and shouts, and the sound of clashing weapons came one after another, filling the entire valley.
Suddenly, Mu Yanqing drew her umbrella and ran back quickly, shouting sweetly: "Su Ling, Taoist Priest, cover your mouth and nose!"
Su Ling and Fu Shenzi were fighting to the death when they suddenly heard Mu Yanqing shouting like this. They were surprised, but they still used a few swords to force the Xuanjia man back, retreated back, and covered his mouth and nose.
A sound of "Huh-".
But dozens of women took out something like a sachet from their waists and sprinkled it vigorously towards the six Xuanjia men.
In an instant, red mist filled the air and fragrance rose.
Su Ling and Fushenzi were stunned.
"What the hell! What is this? A biological weapon?" Fushenzi covered his mouth and nose and muttered.
This red mist filled the air with the wind and filled the valley in an instant.
Within a moment, these six Xuanjia men all let go of their long swords and fell onto the dust with "thump -", "thump -".
Mu Yanqing picked up Su Ling, stood up, and galloped down the mountain road.
When Fushenzi saw it, he covered his mouth and nose and shouted: "Wait for me, you two dogs..."
The second half of the words was swallowed hard.
He was also afraid that Mu Yanqing would be impatient, so he gave him a sachet.
............
The night is like ice and the wind is surging.
Chengtian view.
The magnificent Taoist temple has several tall towers standing in the dark night, looking coldly at all the living beings in the world.
It’s the same thatched hut, it’s still the same Yogi.
But in the hut, only the oil lamp and white wax were left to accompany it, and there was no trace of the man in black cloak.
However, Yogi was still sitting on the futon under the Sanqing Shrine, his face as calm as ever.
It was as if he had fallen into trance.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and two cold lights suddenly appeared.
He waved his hand randomly, grabbed it into the void, and sighed: "One is lost, and there are six left... just come back!"
There was no more sound.
After a while, I suddenly heard a creaking sound in front of the hut door.
After a while, Yogi stood up, walked slowly to the door, and opened it.
A gray sedan came into view.
Yogi bowed his head and chanted the Dharma chant: "Infinite Lord! The donor is here!"
The curtain of the sedan chair lifted, and a person walked out.
Dressed in black, it was just dark night, so I couldn't see clearly who the person who came again was.
When Yogi saw this man getting off the sedan, he smiled faintly and made a greeting: "Donor, come in with me to talk!"
The man also slapped his head in return, and then he casually stepped into the hut.
The man in black entered the room, glanced at it casually, walked to the shrine, lit three sticks of incense, bowed three times to the statue of Sanqing, and inserted the incense into the furnace cauldron.
Then he turned around and sat where the man in black cloak had been sitting before.
He lowered his head and glanced at the tea bowl on the table, and casually covered it with his hand.
Between the tentacles, the tea is still warm.
The man in black then raised his head, glanced at Yogi who was sitting opposite him, and said slowly: "You have someone here before..." His voice sounded old and calm.
Yogi did not deny it and said softly: "Not long ago..."
The man in black nodded and asked: "Big... or small?"
Yogi smiled bitterly and said, "The big one has just left, and the little one is here..."
The man in black seemed to also laugh, pointed at Yogi and said, "It's quite lively here!"
Yogi said helplessly: "Everyone is running to Pindao here. I can't refuse."
The man in black sighed and said: "It's a troubled time, it's a troubled time! Did you take the pill?"
Yogi nodded and said, "Take it..."
"Are you suspicious?" the man in black asked.
"It seems like I haven't..." Yogi thought for a while and said.
The man in black seemed to have something in his words. He looked up at Yogi and said with a burning look in his eyes: "Make sure what you give him is what you give him, not to..."
He said half a sentence, then stretched out a finger and pointed upward.
Yogi suddenly stood up, his expression seemed a little sad, and his voice was a little higher: "Senior brother, who do you think Yogi is? Isn't he the kind of villain who is afraid of swords and avoids swords? Back then, we all worshiped one person as our teacher.
"Master's words are still ringing in my ears. Yogi's heart is to serve the country and he will never regret it. Is there any reason to change it?"
Hearing what Yu Ji said was true, the man in black seemed to have softened his voice a lot and said: "Junior brother, I'm serious. The world is difficult and people's hearts are unpredictable. The thieves are powerful, and now they are going to raise their hands in the land of Longtai and Kyoto.
Butcher's Knife, think about it, in just a few days, Longtai will flow into a river of blood and turn into a Shura killing field. Therefore, I am afraid that your mind will be shaken, junior brother!"
The man in black managed to comfort Yogi, and Yogi looked normal and sat down slowly.
The man in black then said again: "Have you prepared the pills for the emperor to strengthen his body? This is an important matter."
Yogi's expression flickered, and it was difficult to say anything.
The man in black said in a somewhat anxious voice: "Don't tell me you haven't refined it yet?"
Yogi waved his hand and said: "Brother, what are you talking about? It concerns the emperor, how dare I delay at all? It's just that something went wrong before senior brother came."
Hearing this, the man in black was a little surprised and said: "What's wrong! What's going on? Could it be that Xiao Yuanche replaced the pill that was supposed to be presented to the emperor?"
In his eagerness, he actually read out Xiao Yuanche's name without any concealment.
Yogi hurriedly shook his head and said: "That's not true. What Xiao Yuanche took was indeed what we asked him to take. It was just the emperor's medicine that was taken away when I sent Xiao Yuanche away!"
The man in black was startled and said with a trembling voice: "Take it? How many pills did you take?"
Yogi said: "One and two others were thrown on the ground and I picked them up."
The man in black finally calmed down and said, "Fortunately, there are still two more pills. I will go to the palace in the next few days and notify Qi Shizhai to get the medicine."
Yogi nodded, an imperceptible strangeness appeared in his eyes, and he turned around and disappeared.
The man in black asked again: "Who stole the pill? Has anyone been caught?"
Yogi shook his head and smiled bitterly and said: "The little one was here at the time, so I couldn't catch up, so I had to let the Xuan Jia out. In the end, no one was caught, and one of my Xuan Jia people was broken!"
The man in black took a breath of cold air and said: "Who has such a method? Even seven thread-holding black armors can't hurt him! We have reached a critical moment. Don't create extraneous problems. People can secretly investigate. This pill thief wants to come.
I just came here for the elixir. If it is as I expected, I will just throw away the elixir!"
Yogi nodded.
The man in black asked again: "How is the water transportation going?"
Yogi nodded and said, "I've said it before, and he promised it all. I think it's a sure thing!"
Hearing this, the man in black said with a sure-win tone in his words: "This is the best. When all the luck comes, we can take action. By then, we will be able to regain our country and the Jin Dynasty!"
By the end of what he said, his heart was already ups and downs, and his voice was much louder.
Yogi said calmly: "It's just that brother, does he know about Dong Si?"
The man in black nodded, his voice regained its indifference and said: "The dead bones in the grave are just a bunch of idiots who can't accomplish anything great! Don't worry about them, just do our job well."
Yogi bowed his head in response.
The man in black stood up and said: "My identity is very inconvenient. Before taking action, it's best that we don't meet again. You have to be careful at all times. And the prophecy, remember everything in it."
Already?"
Yogi nodded and said, "That's natural. When senior brother makes the decision, I will tell everyone inside and outside the temple to pass it on word of mouth and keep it in mind!"
The man in black nodded and said: "Oh, I just never thought that your two immortal temples would be defeated so quickly if they acted without permission! Forget it, our Chengtian Temple can do it ourselves!"
After saying this, he turned around and pushed the door open.
Yogi also walked under the eaves of the thatched hut, and watched with a calm expression as the man in black got into the sedan. A servant waved his hand, and the sedan was gently lifted along the path leading to the front yard.
Yogi stood tall under the eaves of the thatched hut and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.
Clouds billowed in the sky, and darkness spread.
His white hair was blown messy and fluttering by the wind at some point.
It covered his face which had always been smooth and smooth.
However, from between his white hair, a face suddenly emerged.
That face was sinister and cruel, with endless madness and bloodthirsty.
Filled with unquenchable desires.
That face was none other than Yogi's own face.
In the dark night, the wind suddenly blows.
Yogi seemed to be talking to himself, his voice filled with boundless coldness and an uncontrollable tremor.
"Senior brother, senior brother! You made all kinds of calculations, but you never thought about it. In the end, you made a wedding dress for me! Kyoto, Longtai, killing! Bloodshed! Riot! Let's make chaos, the more chaotic the better!"
The miserable wind whimpered, hissing and roaring.
Yogi turned around and faced the wind and walked towards the hut.
The wind seemed to be a bit violent for some reason.
Amidst the violent wind, Yogi's sinister and fervent voice sounded faintly:
"The world is filled with snow... Chengtian Shunyi... Cleansed by thunder and fire... Great Virtue... Flying Immortal!... Flying Immortal! Hahahahaha
!——”
Crazy and wanton laughter echoed throughout the viewer’s backyard...