From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 119

In front of the house where the Mo family lived, Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed as he saw Han Xian'er leaving with the magic weapon.

"This princess, or this Yipintang killer's purpose may not be simple."

"Junior brother, you're back, have the doors been cleaned?" Su Feng quietly appeared behind him, and said in a low voice.

"Cleaning up."

"Report this matter to the organ city, just follow what was discussed before, don't make too much noise, and report it as casualties!"

Zhang Wuji turned around and said, "Brother, I have to work hard for a while, I'm probably injured and need to retreat for a while to heal."

"Junior brother was injured? Is the injury serious?" Su Feng asked with concern.

"It's okay, Senior Brother Dahe just gave me a big surprise!"

"Okay, I'm going to heal my wounds first!" Zhang Wuji entered his room in a flash, threw out a few flying swords and arranged them into a simple defensive sword array, and slowly sat cross-legged on the bed.

It wasn't until this moment that his face suddenly turned pale, and the aura on his body suddenly became disordered.

"Dahe Daoist's elixir is really too strong, and the dharma body that does not hurt his body with ten thousand swords is a method that Zhang Wuji has never heard of."

"It seems that we can't be too arrogant in the future, thinking that a black iron sword can block all attacks without hurting ourselves!"

"The next time I go back to Xuanyuan, I need to learn a few more defensive swords."

"By the way, Xiao Zhao can also ask Xiao Zhao to make me some magic robes with defensive formations when I return to the Trick City."

Zhang Wuji summed up the gains and losses of this battle, slowly closed his eyes, and entered the healing state.

He had fought wits and courage with Han Xian'er before, but he was actually pretending. If Han Xian'er really wanted to attack him, he might really want to hold grudges here.

And he did feel the slightest killing intent from Han Xian'er.

This killing intent was extremely faint, but if she didn't handle it well at the time and let her discover the fact that she was seriously injured, the killing intent might become a reality in an instant.

This woman is called Thousand Faces Shura, and Thousand Faces naturally refers to being good at disguising, Shura may be the one who is good at killing people.

Zhang Wuji didn't worry too much about this. There were a lot of murders and treasures in the cultivation world. As long as the other party didn't take action, Zhang Wuji could pretend that he didn't find out. Besides, the two were indeed on the same front now.

But for this woman, Zhang Wuji will definitely investigate what needs to be investigated.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye.

During the period of Zhang Wuji's retreat, the South Korean and Lu's armies of more than 100 million did indeed fight several big battles with Luocheng as the center.

But the two sides are equal in number.

Although there were 20 more Lu troops, South Korea had Luocheng as its base, and there were no mistakes in command, so it was stalemate here for a while.

While the mortal armies on both sides were attacking each other, on another level, the Mohists and the farmer's foundation-builder monks were also fighting.

The battlefield between the two sides is basically at night, assassination and assassination, sneak attack and counter-sneak attack, it can be said that they are omnipotent.

On this day, Zhang Wuji recovered completely from his injuries, and just after he walked out of the secret room, Su Feng appeared in front of Zhang Wuji.

"Junior brother, you're out of the gate. If you don't come out, I'm going to break in." Su Feng said with a pale face, and Zhang Wuji keenly sensed that this guy might also be injured.

"What's going on?" Zhang Wuji asked with a chill in his heart.

"It's Luowang's Tianzihao killer. The startled salamander in the Eight Swords of the King of Yue is here. Three days ago, he attacked the eldest prince in a sneak attack. I blocked him, but I also took his sword."

"Junior brother, he named you by name and wanted to meet you for a while, and said that he would come again in three days, that is, tonight."

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Wuji sneered: "The Tianzihao killer is really rampant!"

"This is obviously revenge for the killing of the Great Qin Legalist envoy I killed three months ago!"

Zhang Wuji groaned for a moment and smiled: "He just needs to come, let our people speak out, I will wait for him on the top floor of Luocheng Ruyun Building tonight, see you soon."

"Junior brother, are you sure?"

"This startled salamander is a sword cultivator like you, and he's also an ancient sword cultivator. It's not easy to deal with one-on-one." Su Feng looked worried.

Ruyun Building is the tallest building in Luocheng, with a total of 33 floors. Standing on the top floor, you can overlook the entire Luocheng.

Moreover, the top seven floors are transparent on all sides, and only the pillars cannot hide people. Obviously Zhang Wuji intends to meet this famous one of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue by himself for a while.

"Brother, just rest assured!"

Zhang Wuji smiled and said: "Unless he has the strength of the top [-] of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, otherwise I can kill him with a single sword..."

As it was getting late, Zhang Wuji sat cross-legged on the Ruyun Building and looked at the night view of Luocheng.

There are several meanings in his choice of this place. First, this is the center of the city. Even if the startled salamander doesn't come here to look for him, no matter where he goes, Zhang Wuji can rush there as quickly as possible.

Second, as Su Feng said, he wants to have a one-on-one meeting for a while.

At that time, he heard it clearly outside the tent of the Lu army camp. The purpose of the net was to inherit the Mohist swordsmanship, to establish a sword sect belonging to the Great Qin Empire, or to Nanzhan Buzhou. Of course, Zhang Wuji wanted to see if they had any. This qualification competes with Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

They wanted Xuanyuan Sword Sect to take a look at their attitude, so as a disciple of Xuanyuan, of course he had to show his own attitude.

His attitude is the sword, and it can only be the sword.

Time passed by every minute and every second, when the moon was gradually covered by a cloud, Zhang Wuji keenly noticed that there was a murderous intent around him.

He opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Apparently the startled salamander was coming.

"Very good, as a sword cultivator, you did not disappoint me!" Zhang Wuji raised his head and said.

"Chi!" The answer was a sword, a blue long sword.

This sword broke through the dark cloud that covered the moonlight, and suddenly killed thousands of moonlights.

Zhang Wuji raised his eyebrows, and he showed such a sharp killing intent from the moment he came up, it seemed that the opponent didn't intend to fight.

"Boom!" There was a powerful sword on his body, and he opened his mouth and sprayed out the Zangfeng.

One of the two sword lights carried thousands of sword powers, and the other collided with the killing intent of the dark moon.

The countless clouds in the sky seemed to stagnate suddenly, and then exploded with a bang.

The sky suddenly brightened, and countless people in the city looked up and saw a figure that seemed to come out of the bright full moon.

Thousands of sword qi shot out suddenly from this figure, stabbing at Zhang Wuji directly in all directions.

Behind Zhang Wuji's sword box there was a loud bang, and one hundred and eight flying swords soared into the sky.

The sword light also began to split under the moon shadow, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed that thousands of flying swords split and charged straight up.

(End of this chapter)