Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 293 Gu Zhengyan, You Killed Me!

Facing Sun Wuban's threat, Lin Bei didn't stop, but his eyes became even more murderous, and he continued to walk towards him.

Sun Wujin retreated again and again. With serious injuries, he could no longer continue to fight, and even escaping became a luxury.

clatter!clatter!clatter……

The light footsteps sounded like an invisible heavy hammer, hitting Sun Wujin's chest hard, causing him to stagger backwards, his face pale and embarrassed, and his pupils gleamed with fear.

Threats don't work!

The identity of a thousand-year-old family cannot stop Lin Bei's murderous intentions!
Looking at the figure dragging the sword of the magic soldier, like an emissary from hell, walking towards him step by step, the murderous aura was so strong that it made people feel chilling.

It was the first time that Sun Wujin felt that death was so close. He looked around, subconsciously looking at the onlookers.

"Grandmasters, save me! As long as you are willing to help me, I, my Sun family will definitely reward you generously. There are all kinds of great medicine and panacea..."

In the face of life and death, Sun Wuji lowered his face and asked for help from the onlookers.

When the masters heard the words, their eyes moved slightly, but no one stood up.

Lin Bei's figure continued to approach. Even though he kept retreating, he could only watch helplessly as the distance between the two sides narrowed.

This is the distance between life and death, and it is rapidly approaching!
Seeing this, Sun Wuji felt as if he could feel the icy chill on the death scythe. He gritted his teeth and said quickly: "As long as all the masters are willing to save each other, I, Sun Wuji, would like to owe you a favor and inherit the position of Patriarch in the future. All of you are my Sun Wujin's guests!"

A favor!
The favor of a thousand-year-old family!
The pupils of the masters shone slightly, and their emotions became even more disturbing.

Although the panacea is precious to the masters, it may allow them to go further, but it is not unobtainable, and it is not enough for them to intervene in this matter.

And the favor of a thousand-year-old family is obviously much more precious.

Even a great master, or even a supreme master, would probably feel a little moved.

If it weren't for Sun Wujin, it would still make people worry a lot. At this moment, I am afraid that the nine great masters would have rushed forward.

"Sun Wujin behaves arrogantly and has a demonic style. If he is rescued, he will become the head of the Sun family in the future. I'm afraid he may not take this favor to heart!"

"What's more, even if you take action, you may not be able to save him. Taking a step back, even if you save him, it is still unknown whether he can become the Patriarch of the Sun family in the future. It will take a long time and there are certain variables..."

The grandmasters weighed quickly in their hearts, then restrained their thoughts, and shook their heads secretly in their hearts.

If they were replaced by someone who promises a thousand dollars, their weighing results may be different, but Sun Wuban's reputation is too bad, which makes people dare not believe in the promises he made.

Sun Wuban was usually brutal, bloodthirsty, capricious, and his style was similar to that of a demon, which affected his chances of survival at this critical moment.

But even so, there was still a grandmaster who couldn't help but said: "Lin Fan, you have to forgive others and forgive others, why don't you sell this grandmaster to save face like..."

Before he could finish speaking, a stern gaze shot at him.

"Grandmaster Murong, I advise you to mind your own business!"

The murderous intent in Lin Bei's eyes was surging, like the essence, falling on Murong Lie who opened his mouth. His tone was flat but contained a chill as cold as winter, which made Murong Lie, who is a master, startled and instinctively felt a little timid. .

"You..."

Murong Li felt annoyed in his heart, feeling that he was intimidated by a single look, and he didn't even dare to finish his sentence, which was a lack of guru demeanor.

Just as he was about to speak again, the magic weapon in Lin Bei's hand trembled again, and the sword intent was condensed and ready to go, pointing directly at Murong Lie.

Murong Lie was chilled physically and mentally, feeling a sharp edge that could pierce everything locked on him, under the sword intent of the divine weapon, he couldn't help but look around, wanting to seek the support of the other masters.

It's a pity that the rest of the masters have different thoughts, their eyes are erratic, and they have nothing to do with themselves.

And those surrounding warriors all had lively expressions, which made Murong Lie even more ashamed.

It's hard to get off a tiger for a while.

Retirement would be ridiculed and lose the majesty of the master.

To advance, you need to face Lin Bei alone with the quasi-spiritual weapon in his hand.

In isolation and helplessness, I couldn't help feeling a trace of remorse in my heart, knowing that I was a little impulsive.

But now a decision must be made quickly.

He simply felt ruthless in his heart, with a smoldering look on his face, and wanted to take a step forward and fight Lin Bei.

Clang!
The swords rang together.

Luo Yiqing took a step forward, stood in front of Lin Bei, looked at Murong Lie and said, "Master Murong, this matter is a grievance between my Xuanyue Sect and the Sun family, I advise you to think twice before acting!"

The light of the knife is sharp, the light of the sword is sharp, Luo Yiqing's phoenix eyes are sharp, and her aura is concentrated. While protecting Lin Bei, it also paves a way for Murong Lie.

"Miss Luo's words are very true. It is inconvenient for me to mix up the grievances between Xuan Yuezong and the thousand-year-old family."

The grim look on Murong Li's face disappeared, he cupped his hands, and retreated along the steps.

As a master, it is undoubtedly a disgrace to be frightened off by Lin Bei and other Dragon Vein Realm warriors, and it will be passed on as a joke and shameless.

But if he is scared off by Xuanyuezong, Sun Family and other martial arts masters and thousand-year-old families, then no one will laugh at him, but think it is reasonable.

Even the grand master is not enough to look at in front of the thousand-year-old family and the martial arts master.

For an ordinary grandmaster to challenge a thousand-year-old family and a master of martial arts, it would be like a mayfly shaking a tree, and he would be overwhelmed.

This is even more ridiculous!

Murong Lie, who successfully found the steps back down, was sweating in his heart, but at the same time felt a trace of hatred towards Lin Bei.

Seeing Murong Lie retreating, Lin Bei's eyes fell on Sun Wuji again, his cold eyes flashed with murderous intent.

On the other hand, Sun Wujin looked horrified and desperate, but in the end he gritted his teeth fiercely, and his eyes showed a hint of determination: "I am the master! I am the number one Qianlong!"

When the real life and death approached, he was indifferent to life and death, showing the demeanor of Qianlong No. [-], and he even had the demeanor of a master.

The aura of heaven and earth gathered, and Sun Wujin roared, and the phantom of the white ape on his body appeared again. Although the aura was weakened, it was still terrifying.

Regardless of his injuries, his eyes burst into light, and his body flickered, and he took the initiative to kill Lin Bei. His sword intent was concentrated, and he slashed out with a sword.

Facing Sun Wuban who had regained his fighting spirit, Lin Bei used his sword to shatter his dreams. Dacheng's sword intent was pushed to the extreme, and with a single strike, the situation seemed to be split.

The sword light blessed by the gods is dazzling and dazzling. Although there is no heaven and earth to cheer, it seems to be able to shatter the world. This is the ultimate power, shattering all laws in the world!

Ding bang——

The dull sound wave and the air current rolled, and the shattered sword light shot out in all directions. A figure staggered back a few steps, couldn't stand firmly, and fell to his knees on the ground.

"lose..."

Sun Wuji's mouth was full of blood, his eyes were dull, and he no longer had the high-spirited aloofness he once had.

There was another sword mark on his body that almost opened his body, blood was all over his body, he was in a state of embarrassment and was dying.

But he still managed to raise his head, looked at Lin Bei, and then at Gu Zhengyan in the crowd, shouting with the last of his strength: "Gu Zhengyan, you hurt me—"

After finishing speaking, his head drooped and he lost his vitality!

(End of this chapter)