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Chapter 693 Chapter 692 Passing away, Taoist evolution!

There is a voice deep in my heart, 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, I must let him stay. 】

Chu Fan didn't doubt him, and immediately said, "Beware of the trap!"

"Let's take a long-term view, shall we?"

"To be honest, although the Taoist Sword Emperor has a good character and has nothing to do with us, the relationship between everyone is not so good as to die."

"It's not worth stepping into the enemy's trap to save him. It's better to go there after making sufficient preparations."

In this world, Chu Fan and Li Xiaoxiao are direct disciples cultivated by Feihong since childhood.

The two had met Zhao Zhengrong at least, while Zhang Guangmu and Tang Lanshan had probably only seen the Daoist Sword Emperor on TV.

Zhang Guangmu smiled, and said leisurely: "Listen to me, go to Wudang!"

Chu Fan didn't have the slightest entanglement at all. In the blink of an eye, he changed his previous thoughts: "Okay!"

The matter of "arguing with Zhang Guangmu who is the head of Feihong" never existed in the mind of the head of Chu Da, whose ears were extremely soft.

As soon as Zhang Guangmu spoke, he instinctively decided to obey the order.

To be honest, Chu Fan prefers to be the middle and high level of a team rather than the role of the talker. This way, he has power and does not need to bear too much pressure, and it does not have much demand for his own resourcefulness and ability.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Tang Lanshan and Li Xiaoxiao felt a little speechless, but at the same time felt an inexplicable warmth.

God knows how these two developed such a behavior pattern.

……

When Zhang Guangmu gathered the Feihong faction and temporary allies and rushed to the foot of Wudang Mountain, the entire Taoist sect was about to be destroyed under the stormy attack of Lin An.

The only thing that makes Zhang Guangmu feel pity is that his manpower is limited. Although he worked hard, he still failed to catch up with the plot of this scene.

This is like a multiplayer online competitive game. No matter how good a player is, it is impossible to maintain a [-]% team participation rate. This is especially true for team leaders who need to ensure personal development.

Judging from the messages conveyed by the Xiaobai Tuanzi, Lin An's side, whether it is personal strength or the magic army under his command, is invincible. During the process of attacking Wudang Mountain, they almost crushed the whole process without encountering too many obstacles.

The only thing that makes Zhang Guangmu feel lucky is that Boss Zhao didn't pull his hips.

Although he lost to Lin An, he also showed his rock-like demeanor. Even if he failed, he would never give up and surrender. He was quite brave and fearless like "a man who dies will die".

From this point of view, Zhao Zhengrong is probably the most worry-free person on the Infinity battleship.

"I'll go first!"

Zhang Guangmu rushed forward all the way with his emptiness: "Let's meet at the Golden Summit!"

……

Wudang, the top of the Golden Summit.

In the early hours of the morning, a round of golden and red sun has just risen, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing.

Mountains, rocks, flowers, plants and trees are all shrouded in milky white smoke, which makes people feel that the fairy air is transpiring and endless, like a fairyland on earth.

After a fierce battle, Zhao Zhengrong had cracks all over the stone sword in his hand, wounds all over his body, and the blood dripping out stained the ground under his feet in a dark color.

In front of him, Lin An had his arms folded, staring straight at the rising sun in the distance with a blank expression.

"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 earnestly: "If it's because of the hatred for the destruction of the Demon Sect, I can understand that you want to do this."

Although I really hate talking and all human communication, but...

When the strength is not as good as the opponent, Zhao Zhengrong can only do this now.

With the help of Lin An's arrogance, obtain a little information, at least rule out a few possible mistakes, and then try every means to pass on this information that may reverse the situation and determine the final success or failure, and pass it on to that [Mad Lord].

It's strange to say that Zhao Zhengrong has never met Zhang Guangmu even once in his life, but at the moment of life and death, what he thought was pinning his hopes on the "Mad Lord" with whom he had never lived.

Lin An shook his head, and directly denied Zhao Zhengrong's guess: "Wrong, all wrong!"

"Killing the world's people is not for such a superficial reason."

"Okay! I already know your strength. Although you are much stronger than that Buddha Emperor, compared with me, it is only Yinghuo and Haoyue. The difference is too big."

"Now, you can die!"

Lin An was about to make a move, but suddenly his expression changed and his figure exploded.

Swish!
A flash 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 an invisible and intangible ladder, standing in the wind, condescendingly looking down at the handsome young man who rushed to the scene at the last moment.

"It's still a step late."

Zhang Guangmu didn't look at Lin An, his eyes fell on Zhao Zhengrong, and he sighed: "If only I could be faster."

He could feel that Zhao Zhengrong was exhausted now, his physical condition was extremely poor, and he relied on his willpower to hold on.

The corners of Zhao Zhengrong's lips rose, and he chuckled silently: "Good boy, don't blame yourself, you have done your best."

The young man with the title of [Mad Lord] in front of him is very strong!
Much stronger than I expected!

but……

If he hadn't mobilized other people who could be mobilized and came to Wudang alone, Lin An might just behead him with a smile.

Such a situation is the best situation for Zhao Zhengrong.

At least, Zhang Guangmu is not as arrogant as in the legend, he is not reckless, and he knows how to plan before acting.

Only such a person is qualified to defeat Lin An.

To be honest, Zhao Zhengrong can understand Lin Chimou's massacre of Jianghu swordsmen. After all, the young man who went astray held the [Soul-detaining scabbard] and fought for his own interests—he wanted to become stronger and realize his ideals.

Qiaoman plotted secretly, and walked the world as Jonah Ackerman, fighting for his own reputation and status.

As for Lin An, what is he doing for it?
Zhao Zhengrong couldn't understand.

Lin An is a wonderful flower of the Demon Sect.

He once united the people, sympathized with the people at the bottom of the society, and had a benevolent disposition, but now he wants to exterminate human beings and wipe out all intelligent creatures in this world, and he is even called the "Sword Demon".

This change is too big, too extreme.

Although Zhao Zhengrong was seriously injured and died, he was also the sword emperor of Taoism after all, and he knew a lot of secrets, so he mobilized his last sword power and said to Zhang Guangmu: "Lin An didn't do these things for fame, profit, power and status. or hate..."

He didn't have much energy to speak, so he could only select important information and pass it on to Zhang Guangmu: "In ancient times, there were three sword emperors, heaven, earth, and man. But in order to win the false title of "Number One in the World", they fought each other, and finally died together."

"Three people died under the same pagoda tree that was struck by lightning. Later, the heart of this tree was made into [Soul-detaining sword scabbard]."

"This period of history has been covered up, but [Soul-detaining scabbard] once set off a bloody storm inside the Taoist sect. Holding it, you can kill sword skills and sword power by killing people."

"The scabbard is not in Lin An's hands, but in the hands of his son Lin Chimou."

This was all Zhao Zhengrong could say.

He had squeezed all the air out of his lungs and couldn't utter a word.

Zhao Zhengrong's eyes were full of nostalgia for life. He took a deep look at Zhang Guangmu, and immediately handed over his cracked stone spirit sword.

After finishing the last action, Zhao Zhengrong passed away with a smile on his face.

The stone spirit sword fell into Zhang Guangmu's hands, and in an instant, it seemed that there were countless tadpole characters circulating on it.

The tadpoles of different shapes were filled with mysterious brilliance, and a stream of sword energy that was not huge but extremely pure came from the spirit sword and poured into Zhang Guangmu's body.

Lin An frowned: "Dao Zang evolves, and the spirit sword passes on?"

(End of this chapter)