A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

And the medium strategy is to gather all the powerful forces and overlords in the city of Chang'an, even if they can't achieve a complete victory, they can delay time...

As for the best policy...

Someone Bai took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Please listen to the Overlord over there, I have something to say to you—"

Originally, the attention of the heroic spirit and war ghost was focused on Bai Jue, but when he heard this sentence, he stopped walking instead, and it seemed that he still retained some sanity.

——Biography of Zhuge Village Husband? Vulgar words!

Bai Jue raised his middle finger: "Fa♂Q!"

A [-]% ironic skill, no one can resist it, let alone a heroic spirit who has lost his mind?

The air in the whole street was stagnant, as if even the sound of rain had disappeared, and the only thing left was an angry shout.

The rain rolled up all over the sky, stopped falling, and floated in the air like crystal water droplets. This pouring rain was stopped for three breaths by a roar!

The sound waves that seemed to be real turned into howling winds, and the rainwater within a distance of [-] meters between the two was shattered.

Bai Jue raised his arm and waved it downward, as if holding up a banner and cutting it down.

Then, in the dark clouds, thunder exploded, and the lightning fell to the ground. Thunderbolt's spear left a striking scar in the field of vision, tore the atmosphere, and landed directly on the Overlord's place. Five thunders struck the top.

However...the heroic spirits and ghosts never dodged or dodged, raised their overlord spears, met the mighty force of thunder and punishment from the sky and earth, and smashed the thunder with all their might.

The moment the thunder and the spear collided, lightning and flint erupted in an instant, and the tears were reversed abruptly, shifted from their original position, and fell on the fruit stand tens of meters away, sparking a layer of lightning, and igniting the firewood , the fiery fire ignited.

This scene shocked the eyes of countless people.

"...Mom, is it so fierce? Li Yuanba claims that the little overlord was struck by lightning, and you are not weak?" Bai Jue was shocked: "This is completely inconsistent with physics! Steel is obviously conductive! Your hand Is your weapon a rubber stick?"

But no matter how the Overlord did it, it doesn't matter, Bai Jue calling the wind, calling the rain and resisting the thunder and lightning has scared a group of people stupidly, and the scene of Xiang Yu smashing the thunder is enough to scare the courage of many people.

It's just that Bai Jue noticed that after the opponent struck the thunderbolt, he didn't start to attack immediately. Looking carefully, his body was a little stiff. It was obvious that his body had just been paralyzed by lightning, and he couldn't move temporarily. This is a good pretend. Unfortunately, there is a price.

"It's a pity. If Leiyun still has enough thunder and lightning storage, I don't mind giving him a set of Thunderbolt. In this way, there will be no suspense in this battle." Bai Jue felt a little regretful.

Although the heavy rain could last for a long time, the thunderclouds were almost gone, and the thunder he could borrow was the last one just now.

Taking advantage of the opponent's immobility, Bai Jue decided to change the battlefield.

"Get the sword first." Bai Jue whispered, "Ou Yezi, don't blame me for tricking you..."

You are a Heroic Spirit after all, so you shouldn't be afraid of this trouble.

With this insane thought, Bai Jue decided to bring disaster to the east.

So, another game of "you chase me, if you catch me, I'll let you hehehe" started in Chang'an City. On the one hand, Bai Jue ran wildly, and on the other hand, the heroic spirits and war ghosts chased after him.

The two had already chased each other in Ye Chang'an for no less than a dozen back and forth, and they both knew each other to a certain extent. Although they fought several times, there was no danger.

If Bai Jue is a swift that shuttles back and forth in the rain, then the heroic war ghost on the ground is a black panther, biting it tightly and refusing to let it go. The angrier it is, the more dangerous it is, the more murderous it is, and the colder its expression.

Bai Jue deliberately went to a place with few people to deal with him, and asked the civilians in Chang'an City to evacuate as soon as possible. Yang Guang did it. In just over ten minutes, more than [-]% of the residents in Chang'an City were evacuated.

But people stumble, and horses stumble.

Bai Jue made a mistake, and he seized an opportunity. With one shot, he blasted three streets and smashed more than a dozen walls. Fortunately, the residents here have been completely evacuated. Inside, there is only one person left.

He stood up from the courtyard, patted the dust on his shoulders, and sneered.

"You've been fooled, Overlord! This is my dio's escape route... In terms of wisdom, you are still inferior to me! Don't you think the map around here is familiar... Pfft...cough cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of old blood.

With a frontal blow from the Overlord Spear, an ordinary person would be photographed as a paper man, but he was lucky enough to have a cracked sternum.

At the same time, he happened to land in the courtyard of Ou Yezi's house.

As Bai Jue said, this is his escape route... This shot was not in vain.

"It's been three days, the sword hasn't been cast yet?" Bai Jue looked at the closed sword casting room, but couldn't hear the sound of forging iron.

Just when he was wondering, the door of the sword casting room opened, and Ou Yezi stood there. Compared with him three days ago, he was extremely old and weak at this time, his strong body became dry, and his smooth beard became noisy... But only his eyes were still shining. He held a sword in his hand and looked at it carefully under the eaves.

That sword, the blade is as pale as snow, and the blade is like a rainbow, if it is placed on snow or in a white cloth, its blade cannot be seen at all.

No one can deny that this sword is really beautiful, exquisite and elegant, simple and pure, it looks like a pair of pure white eyes looking at the world, but it is different from Zhanlu, the sword of benevolence, it is not as deep and powerful as Zhanlu. There is no benevolence and tolerance in discernment, but the exact opposite.

Zhanlu is pure black, while it is pure white.

Zhanlu is as deep as an abyss, but it is as pure as snow.

"A good sword..." Bai Jue exclaimed, "What's its name?"

Ou Yezi shook his head: "You are its owner, and you can choose its name..."

"You just give it to me, won't you be reluctant?"

"I'm a swordsmith, not a swordsman. I'm not willing to part with it... At the end of this life, I was allowed to forge this pure and pale sword. It was forged in the same way as Zhanlu, but with Zhanlu is different, too pure, and is not tolerated by benevolence..." Ou Yezi sat down cross-legged and sighed: "Maybe, this is fate, you have to be mentally prepared, as its sword master, in the future, you will definitely fight with Zhanlu." Let's fight..."

"Don't worry." Bai Jue stepped forward and took the sword from Ou Yezi's hand: "I will take good care of it."

"Then old man, you can go to Nirvana with peace of mind, Ying Zheng, the promise I made to you has been fulfilled..." Ou Yezi slowly closed his eyes, leaning against the door, as if he had fallen asleep, with a gratifying smile, In fact, the soul is already three-dimensional, and the heroic soul leaves this body, bows to Bai Jue in the void, and then floats away with the wind.

The heroic spirit will not perish, he just returns to the principle of the heroic spirit.

Bai Jue looked at Ou Yezi and bowed his hands in salute: "I hope we will meet again in the future..."