What a lucky world!

Chapter 257 Okay, I swear!

Brother Shi not only knows how to wield a sword, but he is also very good at it!

The Tiger Sword, one of the Twelve Earthly Branches Swords of Mount Shu, was originally a sword bestowed upon the most outstanding disciples under the Grandmaster of Mount Shu. Its quality reached the peak of the Yellow Grade Spiritual Weapon, equivalent to the perfection of the Gathering Gallbladder Realm.

But during the great war between humans and demons, this Tiger Sword had gone through countless killings along with its owner, and its spirituality inevitably declined, and its quality also decreased. But even so, it still had the tremendous power equivalent to the late stage of the Judan Realm.

The last time Dou Pengqi attacked the Luo family, he himself was not good at martial arts, and he didn't even know the basic swordsmanship. He relied entirely on the power of the sword spirit to fight against the three people from the Luo family, just like a child wielding a weapon. But now the Yinhu Sword is in Zhang Mu's hands.

If Zhang Mu's previous use of the evil sword to perform the Tage sword technique was as smooth as flowing clouds and water, then now his sword moves were like a rushing river, with tremendous momentum.

The sword sings like a song, and the tiger roars like thunder!
In the vast night, the sword light and the moonlight merged together, and vaguely it seemed as if a figure could be seen drinking and singing alone.

The wind follows the tiger, the clouds follow the dragon!
Suddenly the wind blew and blew away the deep affection for the old sword!
Seeing Zhang Mu display his unique skills, Long Yunbo put away the sword in his hand, and just stood aside with his arms folded, watching, with some thoughts in his mind.

"Isn't the Taegeuk Sword Technique the unique skill of Chu Kuangsheng Qin Fengge?"

"I remember there was a record in my family's secret agent that Qin Fengge was rescued by a master of the Yiqi League twenty years ago, and now he also holds a seat in the Yiqi League's Grandmaster Hall."

"The Yiqi League is a thorn in the side of the Demon Suppression Bureau!"

"Why did you learn the Taegeuk Sword Technique, brother?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, interesting..."

Just as the thought flashed through Long Yunbo's mind, Zhang Mu had already exchanged several moves with Luo Dingnan and Luo Dingcui.

Although the Luo family is a famous family, their wealth comes from the rewards given by the court. They do not have any unique skills. In just a few moves, Luo Dingcui, the weakest in cultivation, was pierced through the heart by Zhang Mu's sword and lost her breath. Luo Dingnan relied on a high-quality Vajra Talisman to avoid Zhang Mu's throat-slashing sword, but his wrist was cut by Zhang Mu for about an inch. He could no longer hold the sword in his hand and retreated in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, sir!" Luo Dingnan shouted. "Whatever you need, our Luo family will do its utmost to satisfy you!"

"Please show mercy, my lord!"

Zhang Mu's eyes were cold. At this moment, he felt the anger coming from the Yinhu Sword.

what do you need?
Chilong gave up on becoming a real dragon, and Dou Pengqi endured the pain of being devoured by the tiger, just for the sake of their mutual support for half a century.

However, all this was destroyed by the Luo family, who had nothing to do with them.

Now that things have come to this, the only thing left is revenge with revenge, blood for blood!

Zhang Mu swung his sword and stabbed at Luo Dingnan again.

At this moment, Zhang Mu sensed a crisis coming from behind him!
He turned around and saw that the thirty-six flying swords that had previously blocked Dou Pengqi were flying up again.

"Brother Shi, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the Thirty-Six Heavenly Sword Formation, the Feihong Sect's former sect-stabilizing formation." Long Yunbo said from the side, "But this formation should be incomplete. It has the killing power of the late Judan realm. Do you need my help?"

As soon as he finished speaking, thirty-six flying swords shot towards Zhang Mu.

The long sword in Zhang Mu's hand tumbled, and in a blink of an eye, several sword lights were slashed out. There was a sound of "ding-dong", and many flying swords were opened one by one by Zhang Mu.

"Go ahead, I owe you a favor!" said Zhang Mu.

Long Yunbo smiled, and the sword in his hand flashed. He moved and blocked behind Zhang Mu. Facing the thirty-six flying swords, he said, "The one who is in charge of the formation must be Roosevelt. Go find him. I'll block this for you!"

"You don't need to owe me a favor. Just tell me your true identity after this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Yunbo's figure shook slightly, and several shadows similar to his appeared, all jumping towards the flying sword that was falling again!

Leaving the charge behind him to Long Yunbo, Zhang Mu took a step forward, unleashing the scholarly sword, and the tip of the sword pierced Luo Dingnan's neck!
Luo Dingnan hurriedly retreated with a look of panic on his face.

He has always believed that he has good talent, but it's a pity that the Luo family's luck can't give him much help.

It was already too much to push him to the middle stage of the Judan realm. When he learned about the Chilong, he was ecstatic. As long as he got the Chilong's luck, he would be able to reach the late stage of the Judan realm before the age of sixty.

Why not try to challenge the Grandmaster level!

For this, he could even give up his own son!

How could you die here?
"Dad! Help..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Mu shook his wrist, and the sword light of the Yinhu Sword was like a streak of silk, and in an instant a good man's head rolled to the ground.

Zhang Mu didn't even glance at the head and rushed directly into Luo's mansion.

At this time, the Luo Mansion was in chaos, and the servants and maids were huddled in the corners, trembling.

Zhang Mu walked without stopping until he arrived at the main hall of the Luo family.

At this time, the people in the Nascent Soul Realm who had previously blocked Dou Pengqi were standing outside the main hall. When they saw Zhang Mu, they all drew their swords and attacked him.

In just one round, these Nascent Soul Realm cultivators had their throats slashed by Zhang Mu one by one and fell to the ground.

As he stepped into the main hall, Zhang Mu saw Roosevelt sitting cross-legged and manipulating the sword formation.

At this time, Roosevelt's face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that controlling the incomplete Thirty-Six Heavenly Sword Formation was a huge burden for him.

Seeing Zhang Mu rushing in, Roosevelt stopped what he was doing, looked at Zhang Mu, and said in a cold voice: "My friend, Dou Pengqi killed my grandson, and you also killed my son and daughter. I will return the Chilong, can you spare my life?"

"I know I was wrong!"

Zhang Mu sneered when he heard this: "The fight has come right in front of you, and you can't fight it. Do you know how to admit your mistake?"

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're scared!"

"Even if I kill you, I can still rescue Chilong. Why should I agree to this?"

After releasing his hand, the Tiger Sword floated in the air on its own, with the tip pointing directly at Roosevelt.

"Look, he doesn't agree either!"

Roosevelt sighed lightly and clapped his hand on a night pearl beside him. Suddenly, Zhang Mu felt his feet shaking.

The next moment, the floor of the main hall moved to both sides, revealing a secret room underneath the main hall.

Zhang Mu lowered his head and saw a ten-foot-long Chilong in the secret room, covered with scars and nailed to the ground by more than a dozen long iron nails.

"See that seventh dragon-trapping nail?" Roosevelt said.

Zhang Mu looked as Roosevelt said, and indeed saw that the seventh nail was much taller than the other nails.

"That nail is aimed at the dragon's heart!"

"With just a thought, that Dragon-Trapping Nail can pierce her heart!"

"If you swear a fate oath, I will remove the dragon-binding nails and release this Chilong. How about that?"

Zhang Mu frowned slightly. At this moment, the Yinhu Sword that was originally floating in the air shook and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Zhang Mu's face turned pale, and he nodded in indignation but helplessly: "Okay!"

"I, Wei Wuyou, in the name of my master, the Spear Immortal Ren Binghan, the Grand Commander of the Demon Suppression Division, make a fate oath with you!"

(End of this chapter)