Martial Arts Collection Pavilion

Chapter 77 The Falcon God's Defeat

Lin Daoru directly stabbed at the Eagle God with the Bizhi in his hand, but did not deliver a blow like a phantom. That move required a huge amount of true energy. In order to shock the grassland people and improve his own status in the past, this made him come out.

Now in a bloody battle, although his physical strength is still lingering, and his true energy is still continuous, but if he uses such moves to enter the crowd, it will definitely cause a situation where he cannot regain his energy, and the six people who came later will definitely not miss it such an opportunity.

With a sound of 'ding', like the sound of gold and iron striking each other, Lin Daoru's sword touched the Eagle God's grasp, and he glanced at the dignified Eagle God in surprise, his brows frowned, but he didn't stop. With the movement of his hands, continuous sword lights shrouded the Eagle God in it.

The sound of blacksmithing sounded continuously, and he was able to train his hands to be like gold and iron. What kind of martial arts did this Eagle God practice?
Lin Daoru was puzzled secretly, and fought a few more moves. Seeing that his moves were fierce, he was not afraid of the collision between his fleshy palm and the magic weapon. The wind was flowing between his five fingers, and his whole body was like an eagle spreading its wings, giving people a feeling of looking up .

Like an eagle soaring in the sky, he spread his wings and swooped down on his prey. Although the prey was a bit difficult to entangle, he still couldn't escape the eagle's capture.

In his eyes, Lin Daoru was like a hare running on the plain under the scorching sun, and he waved his claws again and again to attack.

Lin Daoru, the hare, was surprisingly tenacious. Not only did he escape the eagle's claws, but he also took the opportunity to stab the Eagle God on the shoulder with his sword.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, the hunting eagle was finally kicked to the ground by the rabbit, Lin Daoru smiled slightly, even if it is a rabbit, as long as he is strong enough, even an eagle soaring in the sky can How about it?
The Eagle God who has comprehended the artistic conception is indeed powerful. He unknowingly brought Lin Daoru into his artistic conception world. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Lin Daoru also comprehended the existence of the artistic conception. It was easy to see through everything, and at the same time gave him a severe blow in his artistic conception.

That kick contained half of the awe-inspiring sword energy in his body, and at the same time, his physical strength also exploded from Yingshen's body.

Yingshen was kicked into pieces by him immediately, and collapsed on the ground powerlessly, a trace of reminiscence appeared in his eyes, seeing the six people who came after him fighting with Lin Daoru again, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal too much. bitterness.

He has seen the existence of the heroes of the Central Plains, and has also participated in the Zhongzhou Martial Arts Conference. The Condor Eagle Sect that he is proud of is nothing more than an ant in the eyes of those supreme beings.

Whether it is Gods and Demons, Taoism, or Buddhism, they are all great behemoths. Since he ascended the throne, although he still goes south every year, he never sends his warriors to Kyushu.

He knows the bottom line of these Kyushu people, and he will stop in time every time when the bottom line is about to be touched, so he lives a very nourishing life. He thought that he could lead the grassland people out of poverty in this way, and then develop his own martial arts. They are countless tribes, but every tribe on the steppe has a co-lord.

Compared with the division and fighting among the people in the Central Plains, he has a huge advantage in unifying the nation. He only needs to slowly improve the strength of his people, and then he can have a real chance to get involved in the Central Plains.

His ambition finally dissipated with the passage of life, and at the last moment, he could hardly even bring up his hatred. Seeing Lin Daoru killing the gradually exhausted group of grassland war gods and leaders one by one, the brave yellow lion In a cowardly escape, he crazily hid among the crowd and escaped with the help of the corpses of his compatriots.

He should have been resentful, but it turned into praise in the end. The Kyushu people said that the green hills are left, and it is not afraid that there is no firewood, right? "

Huang Shi has a talent second only to his own son, and will definitely be able to become his son's right-hand man in the future. He couldn't help but think of his son who has been unable to retreat for many years, and a trace of pride appeared in his dying eyes.

The people on the side pushed his corpse and kept shouting: "Master Eagle God, Lord Eagle God..."

But he was unable to answer, "Farewell, I will return to the arms of the gods, my people." He was thinking like this, but the scene of making his proud son Xun Lin Daoru revenge suddenly appeared in his mind , I couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then with a painful expression, I don't know where a force came from, and I looked up to the sky and shouted: "Aguli..."

This was his last cry in this world. With the death of the eagle god, more and more tribal leaders and war gods were killed by Lin Daoru. The army of the prairie people could no longer sustain it, and some of them were angry They besieged Lin Daoru, and they attacked desperately. Although Lin Daoru finally broke through with his strong strength, he still couldn't cut off the head of the Eagle God and bring it back.

As the prairie people retreated, thunderous cheers erupted from the wall, "The prairie people have retreated, haha, the prairie people have escaped, these damned alien races have finally been defeated."

After a long time, the cheers were replaced by another kind: "Long live Sect Master Lin, long live Sect Master Lin..." Wave after wave, the cheers finally drowned the entire city wall.

Lin Daoru smiled and stood there, looking at the crowd cheering for him with a smile on his face. After the bloody battle, he felt exhausted, but he still felt energetic. Their cheering gave him great strength. Make him proud.

Perhaps, this is the life I want. Lin Daoru, who came here with the mighty Haoran Sect and gathered people's hearts, saw them sincerely shouting for him with joy, the smile on Lin Daoru's face was again I can't take it anymore.

A vague idea gradually germinated in his mind, and finally it was running crazily, making it difficult for him to control himself. He wanted to set up a religion here, no longer limited to Haoran, to expand this piece of land, and he wanted to be a person in this piece of land. patron saint.

They are so friendly and passionate. Under the baptism of blood and butcher knives, their humanity has not been wiped out and they have been reduced to violent slaves. The thought of revenge has never dominated their lives. They only fight to protect their homeland.

Lin Daoru finally decided, and he will definitely put this idea into practice.

There has been no new movement in the Cangjing Pavilion for a long time. Although Haoranzong's current strength is already good, it still seems to be out of its sight, and there are no more changes.

(End of this chapter)