692 The sudden passing away, the evolution of Taoist Tibetans!
There was a voice deep in his heart that was constantly reminding Chu Fan.
[This is Lin An’s conspiracy!]
[He is taking advantage of Junior Brother Guang’s kindness!]
[As an elder, for the sake of Junior Brother Guang, I must let him stay. 】
Chu Fan did not doubt that he was there and immediately said: "Be careful of the trap!"
"Let's take a long-term approach, shall we?"
"To be honest, although the Dao Sect Sword Emperor has a good character and has nothing to do with us, our relationship is not so good as to be life-threatening."
"In order to save him, it's not worth stepping into the enemy's trap. It's better to go there after being fully prepared."
In this world, Chu Fan and Li Xiaoxiao are the direct disciples that Feihong trained since childhood.
The two of them had met Zhao Zhengrong at least, and Zhang Guangmu and Tang Lanshan had probably only seen the Taoist Sword King on TV.
Zhang Guangmu smiled and said leisurely: "Listen to me and go to Wudang!"
Chu Fan didn't hesitate at all. In the blink of an eye, he changed his previous thoughts: "Okay!"
The head of Chu Da, who has extremely soft ears, has never thought about "arguing with Zhang Guangmu about who is the head of Feihong".
As soon as Zhang Guangmu spoke, he instinctively decided to obey the order.
To be honest, Chu Fan prefers to be the middle-level and senior manager of a team rather than being the talker. This way, he is powerful, does not need to bear too much pressure, and does not have much demand for his own resourcefulness and ability.
"God's Coming"
Hearing the conversation between the two, Tang Lanshan and Li Xiaoxiao felt a little speechless and at the same time felt an inexplicable warmth.
God knows how these two developed such a behavioral pattern.
…
When Zhang Guangmu gathered the Feihong Sect and temporary allies and rushed to the foot of Wudang Mountain, the entire Taoist sect was about to be destroyed under Lin An's stormy offensive.
The only thing that makes Zhang Guangmu feel regretful is that the manpower is limited. Although he worked hard, he still couldn't catch up with the plot of this scene.
This is like a multiplayer online competitive game. No matter how powerful a player is, it is impossible to maintain a 100% participation rate. This is especially true for the team leader who needs to ensure personal development.
Judging from the information conveyed by the novices, Lin An's side, both in terms of personal strength and the demon army under his command, is invincible. The attack on Wudang Mountain was almost completely crushed without any major obstacles.
The only thing that made Zhang Guangmu feel lucky was that Boss Zhao didn't pull his crotch.
Although he was defeated by Lin An, he still showed his rock-like demeanor. Even if he failed, he would never surrender. He was quite brave and fearless like "if a man dies, he will die."
From this perspective, Zhao Zhengrong is probably the one who gives Zhang Guangmu the most peace of mind in the Infinity battleship.
"I'll go first!"
Zhang Guangmu relied on the virtual force to control the wind and charged forward: "Let's meet at the Golden Summit!"
…
Wudang, the top of the Golden Summit.
In the early morning, a golden and red sun has just risen, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing.
The mountains, rocks, flowers, trees and trees are all shrouded in the milky white smoke, making people feel like the immortal energy is steaming and lingering, just like a fairyland on earth.
After a fierce battle, Zhao Zhengrong's stone sword was already covered with cracks, and his body was covered with wounds. The blood flowing out dyed the ground under his feet dark.
In front of him, Lin An had his hands clasped upside down, looking straight at the rising sun in the distance with an expressionless face.
"I know about your wife."
Zhao Zhengrong looked at Lin An: "Kill all the people in the world for love? No."
The logic is wrong.
"Your wife will definitely not want you to do such a thing under her guise."
Zhao Zhengrong said seriously: "If you want to do this out of hatred for the Demon Sect's destruction, I can understand."
Although I hate talking very much and hate all interpersonal communication, but...
With his strength inferior to that of his opponent, this is all Zhao Zhengrong can do now.
With the help of Lin An's arrogance, he obtained some information, at least eliminated the possibility of a few mistakes, and then tried every means to pass this information that might reverse the situation and determine the final success or failure to the [Mad Lord].
Strange to say, Zhao Zhengrong had never met Zhang Guangmu even once in his life, but at the moment of life and death, what he wanted to do was place his hope on the "Mad Lord" who was a stranger to him.
Lin An shook his head and directly denied Zhao Zhengrong's guess: "Wrong, totally wrong!"
"Killing everyone in the world is not for such superficial reasons."
"Okay! I already know your strength. Although it is much stronger than that Buddha Emperor, compared with me, it is just like a firefly to a bright moon. There is a huge difference."
"Now, you can go die!"
Lin An was about to take action when his expression suddenly changed and his figure flashed.
Whoosh!
A ray of sword light cut the top of the Golden Dome in half.
The cliff break is as smooth as a mirror.
Lin An seemed to be stepping on invisible and intangible stairs, standing in the wind, overlooking the handsome young man who rushed to the scene at the last moment.
"It's still a step too late."
Zhang Guangmu didn't look at Lin An, his eyes fell on Zhao Zhengrong, and sighed: "It would be better if I could be faster."
He could feel that Zhao Zhengrong was now running out of energy and his physical condition was extremely poor. He was only holding on through his willpower.
Zhao Zhengrong raised the corners of his lips and chuckled silently: "Good boy, don't blame yourself, you have done your best."
The young man in front of me with the title of [Crazy Lord] is very strong!
Much stronger than I expected!
but……
If he hadn't mobilized anyone else who could be mobilized and came to Wudang alone, I'm afraid Lin An would just behead him with a smile.
This situation is the best situation for Zhao Zhengrong.
At least Zhang Guangmu is not as arrogant and reckless as the legend says, and he knows how to plan before taking action.
Only such a person is qualified to defeat Lin An.
To be honest, Zhao Zhengrong could understand why Lin Chimou massacred the Jianghu swordsman. After all, the misguided young man was holding the [Soul-binding Scabbard] and fighting for his own interests - he wanted to become stronger and realize his ideals.
Qiaoman secretly planned to walk around the world as Jonah Ackerman, fighting for his own reputation and status.
As for Lin An, what is he doing?
Zhao Zhengrong couldn't understand.
Lin An is a strange flower in the Demon Sect.
He once united the people, sympathized with the people at the bottom of society, and had a kind nature. But now he wants to exterminate human beings and destroy all intelligent creatures in the world, and is even called the "Sword Demon".
Such changes are too big and too extreme.
Although Zhao Zhengrong died from serious injuries, he was still the Sword King of Taoism and knew many secrets, so he mobilized the last of his sword power and sent a message to Zhang Guangmu: "Lin An did these things not for reputation, profit, or power.
or hatred…”
He didn't have much strength to speak anymore, so he could only pick out important information and pass it to Zhang Guangmu: "In ancient times, there were three sword kings, heaven, earth and man.
But in order to win the false reputation of being "No. 1 in the world", they fought with each other and eventually died together."
"Three people died under the same locust tree that was struck by thunder. Later, the heart of the tree was made into a [Soul-binding Scabbard]."
"This period of history has been covered up, but the [Soul-binding Scabbard] once caused a bloody storm within the Taoist sect. With it, you can steal sword skills and sword energy through killing people."
"That scabbard is not in Lin An's hands, but in the hands of his son Lin Chimou."
These were all the last words Zhao Zhengrong could say.
He had squeezed all the air out of his lungs and could not utter another word.
Zhao Zhengrong's eyes flashed with thoughts of life. He took a deep look at Zhang Guangmu and then handed over his cracked stone spiritual sword.
After completing the last action, Zhao Zhengrong passed away with a smile on his face.
This stone spiritual sword fell into Zhang Guangmu's hand, and in an instant, there seemed to be countless tadpole words flowing on it.
The tadpoles of different shapes were filled with mysterious light, and a small but extremely pure sword energy came out of the spirit sword and poured into Zhang Guangmu's body.
Lin An frowned: "Daozang evolved, and the spirit sword passed on the skills?"