Martial Arts Collection Pavilion

Chapter 45
Fairy Qinglian shot with all her strength, affecting the injuries in her body, and had no choice but to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the sword shadow coming, Pang Suxin showed a trace of horror in his eyes, and hurriedly circulated his true energy, jumping and turning three times in the air, before jumping out of the range covered by the sword shadow.

Pang Suxin couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief after avoiding the sword shadow, and he valued Fairy Qinglian a little more in his heart. With such a blow, it's no wonder that he would be ranked in front of him.

The sword shadow never hit Pang Suxin, but it directly attacked the cliff where Lin Daoru and Lin Daoru were. A terrifying sword intent hit Lin Daoru. Running, looking at the slowly approaching sword shadow in horror, with a trace of despair in his eyes.

He himself possesses the state of no-movement, formless, and unintentional triple sword intent that has just been comprehended but not deep, but this Pang Suxin's compassionate sword intent takes another path. The way of compassion is juxtaposed with Wuxin.

Also, with the enlightened state of the sword heart, it is realized that the sword is me, and I am the sword, which implies the selfless sword intention of Dugu seeking defeat.

Now he has suffered a blow from Qinglian Fairy who has the same comprehension of sword intent as himself and launched a blow with all his body skills. Although the sword intent in his body is running wildly, it still can't make him break free from the terrifying pressure of the phantom of Qinglian sword. Lin Daoru, who was cultivated in the middle of the seventh rank, could not resist the sword of true energy at the early stage of the rank.

Looking at the sword shadow getting closer and closer with some unwillingness, a trace of despair gradually appeared in his heart, scenes of the past emerged in his mind, and he glanced at Yang Wuyou who was supported by him, and a trace of demons could not help but arise in his heart "If I don't save him, I won't..."

Lin Daoru suppressed him before the inner demon had fully grown. He could fail, but he couldn't regret his chivalrous actions.

Time seemed to stand still. At that moment, he thought a lot, his body couldn't move, but his mind was running very fast, and his whole life appeared in his mind.

Death is terrifying, but when Lin Daoru is about to face death, his heart feels inexplicably peaceful.

At this moment, a figure appeared from nowhere and stood in front of Lin Daoru. He snatched Yang Wuyou from Lin Daoru's hand, looked at the Qinglian sword shadow that was getting closer, His brows were wrinkled into a ball.

He suddenly let out a soft shout, and pushed forward with one hand, a shield of true qi that swirled in vermilion, black and white, shrouded in front of him.

The sword shadow collided with the true qi shield, but it didn't dissipate. Qinglian's sword shadow was still slowly pressing down in the true qi shield, without any wear and tear.

There was a bit of bitterness on the man's face, and then he let out a slight sigh, "Forget it, let's just obey the destiny."

After all, a burst of true energy was ejected from behind, and Lin Daoru was pushed by the true energy, but flew out, and fell down the cliff in all directions.

The man in black pushed Lin Daoru off the cliff, then he jumped up and flew out of the place holding Yang Wuyou in an instant.

As soon as his front feet left the ground, the sword shadow split open the qi mask, and finally landed on the cliff where Lin Daoru was before.

Without the slightest sound, the holy lotus quietly purified the filth of the world, and disappeared without any trace.

Everything seemed to be calm, except for the cliff where Lin Daoru stood.

Lin Daoru lay flat and fell towards the cliff. When the sword shadow just struck, he was enveloped by the sword intent, and quickly circulated the sword intent and awe-inspiring sword energy in his body. internal injuries.

Later, I was really pushed by the mysterious person, but I couldn't move, and there was a slight wry smile on the corner of my mouth, why is it always me who gets hurt.

Lin Daoru finally fell into a bottomless cliff.

The mysterious man pulled Yang Wuyou back to the cliff, his face was flushed, but his face remained calm.As soon as he landed, he slapped Pang Suxin.

When Pang Suxin saw the person coming, she had already used her body skills. When the palm came, she turned around and forced him away, flying away.A light and fluffy sentence was left on the spot: "Master Yang, let's write down today's matter for the time being. Su Xin will come to ask Mr. Ling and others for advice at another time. Hehehe."

People in the Jianghu always like to laugh three times to show their demeanor when they say something cruel. This Pang Suxin's laughter is like a silver bell, very clear and sweet, but in the ears of Yang Wuyou and the others, this voice makes people laugh. Their hairs stood on end, but they couldn't appreciate Pang Suxin, a leader of his generation.

When Hierarch Yang heard this, his complexion darkened immediately, he threw Yang Wuyou to the ground, and cursed angrily: "You rebellious son, why are you so provocative."

Yang Wuyou didn't speak, just glanced at the cliff below, and murmured: "Brother Lin."

That leader Yang began to abuse regardless of his image, Fairy Qinglian and others hastily withdrew.

After scolding for a long time, Hierarch Yang was probably tired of scolding, and seeing his son's stupid look, he couldn't help but shook his head, lifted him up from the ground, and saw that his eyes were still dull, but he was furious.

Snapped!With a loud slap, a crisp slap hit his face, and Yang Wuyou woke up from his guilt. He glanced at the direction Pang Suxin was leaving, and there was a trace of hatred in his eyes.

"Are you awake? Come with me when you wake up. The Qingdi Cave is about to open. My four sects will discuss with the Demon Sect and send a disciple from each sect to enter the cave for assessment. Don't let me down."

Seeing that he was still ignoring himself, a trace of anger appeared on his face again, and he raised his hand again, but he couldn't slap it no matter what.

The extreme reproach finally turned into a sigh, and said: "There is no danger in the Qing Emperor's Cave. I let you in because of my father. If you are lucky enough to get the Qing Emperor's inheritance and defeat the witch in the future, it will be good for the young man." Revenge is."

Yang Wuyou was taken aback when he heard this, turned his head to look at his father, finally nodded, and said, "Okay." But he didn't speak anymore.

Hierarch Yang heard a good word, but let out a sigh, and finally grabbed Yang Wuyou, flew over the cliff, and returned to the place where the righteous forces in Qingzhou were stationed.

(End of this chapter)