Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 150 The grove rushed and the sword god died (asking for monthly tickets)
As the new eldest brother of the Rookie Faction, Shihouzi was still full of pride a quarter of an hour ago.

After all, he successfully outlasted his previous senior brother Zhaixingzi and became the most powerful disciple of the Rookie School. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be vigorously cultivated by his master Ding Chunqiu after the trip to Wanjie Valley, obtain the right to use the Shenmu Wangding, practice the Hua Gong Dafa and reach the pinnacle of his life.

but!

Shihouzi never imagined that Ah Zi, the one he tricked away, would actually be able to hook up with the strongest person in the Wanjie Valley, and he never thought...

not human!
“He’s not a human!!!”

Shihouzi believed in ghosts, demons and monsters, but not in immortals and gods. Therefore, he regarded the three-eyed Zhang Kuang as an evil ghost hiding in the mountains. Therefore, for a moment, he was so scared that his whole body was twitching. He used the secret technique of burning blood to run wildly, and was even the first to cross the Good Man Ferry.

As they were about to reach the grove, Shihouzi ran hurriedly, but heard a voice from the forest:
"Friends, please stay!"

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared before my eyes like a bolt of thunder from a clear sky, accompanied by the sound of huge waves, it was like a flash of lightning shooting before my eyes.

Shi Houzi displayed the most advanced lightness skill in his life. He stopped abruptly when the sword light was about to split his face in two. Sand and rocks flew up under his feet, and he leaned back and slid quickly into the distance.

However, a ghost suddenly blocked his way. The ghost was an old man with a chest-length beard, each hair was black and distinct. His eyes were wide open, and the reflection of the lion's roar was getting louder and louder in them.

"It's miserable! My life is over!"

Shihouzi fell into despair. First, there was a ghostly mountain demon, then a sword in the air, and now he encountered an old man who looked neither human nor ghost. Was his plan going to fail like this?

I've only been the senior brother for a quarter of an hour!

Shihouzi roared in his heart.

There was a sudden pain in his chest, and his body flew backwards and fell to the ground. He closed his eyes in fear, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, he let out a low chuckle.

He opened his eyes tremblingly, only to see about forty or fifty people around him. His tense heart suddenly relaxed, and he let out a long breath. Then he was overwhelmed by an incomparable feeling of weakness, making him feel as if he was swallowing charcoal.

The secret technique of burning blood backfired!
"Open your mouth!"

A soft and crisp voice was heard from the crowd, followed by a dark pill being thrown out.

Shihouzi subconsciously closed his mouth, but Duan Yanqing's iron rod hit his chest, causing him to cry out in pain. Then the pill was stuck in his throat, and his face turned purple.

"That's the tonic that will save your life." The same gentle voice sounded again, and the tone sounded helpless.

Shihouzi didn't believe it at all and just held his breath to hold on.

chap!
A sword grazed his cheek and pierced his ear. Shi Houzi's eyes were bloodshot and he was in excruciating pain. But then he heard an indifferent voice: "To kill you, there's no need for poison."

Gulu!

He swallowed the pill immediately, and the purple-blue cheeks immediately relaxed a lot. He breathed a long sigh of relief and felt relaxed all over, as if he had been freed from a serious illness.

Before Shihouzi could say thank you, a gentle voice asked a question.

"What happened in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations?"

Shihouzi's pupils shrank into needles in an instant, "Ghost! Monster!" "Speak clearly!" The indifferent voice sounded again, and the sharp sword beside Shihouzi's cheek was pulled up with the sound, and blood gushed out in an instant.

Shihouzi spoke rapidly, "We originally wanted to blow poisonous smoke into the valley, and even sent Junior Junior Sister Ah Zi in to deal with it. But who knew that a man would emerge from the valley? My master wanted to strike him, but a golden light suddenly appeared around him, and an eye grew on his forehead..."

Lion's teeth were chattering, and he trembled all over as he said, "Just one move! Nine dragons emerged from this man, burning half the forest red. I quickly ran away."

"A man with three eyes?" Li Qinglu pushed through the crowd and walked out. Although her face was covered with a white silk veil, her eyes were bright and her forehead was smooth. Just by seeing half of her face, one could tell that she was extremely beautiful and unparalleled. Therefore, even the doubts made Shi Houzi feel honored.

He replied in panic, "It's true!"

"Do you take us for fools?" Zhuo Bufan's eyes showed deep impatience, and he stabbed down with the second sword again.

The rustling sound of the wind rang in his ears, and the lion's roar of "no" was still stuck in his throat when he heard a crisp sound of "ding". The sharp sword pierced his throat, and "ho ho" sounds gushed out along with the blood. Even though he gripped the sword blade tightly with both hands, in return, many feelings faded away like the tide.

"Who?!"

Zhuo Bufan roared and drew his sword, his cold eyes flashing with uncontrollable anger.

Just now, he had intended to pierce Lion's ear again to warn him, but a stone hit his sword with such force that his sword changed position at the last moment and pierced Lion's throat.

Even now, his sword-holding hand was a little numb, and he could only use his movements to hide the shock and anger in his heart - there are so many masters in the world?
So what kind of sword god is he?
What kind of sword god is that!
Before Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Before the roar, the man with silver hair and purple clothes was still in the distance. Before he finished speaking, the burly figure was already rushing towards him!

Close at hand!

欻!
In a hurry, Zhuo Bufan swept his sword across, emitting a three-inch green light in an attempt to force the person back. At the same time, he took a few steps and retreated backwards.

However, the visitor did not take it seriously. He just blew lightly, and a fishy and poisonous wind blew in his face, instantly enveloping Zhuo Bufan.

"what--!!!"

Zhuo Bufan dropped his sword and fell to the ground. His ten fingers were like blades, tearing his clothes and flesh. In the blink of an eye, bloodstains appeared on his body. However, the bright red blood turned dark green as soon as it flowed out, making a sizzling sound.

"puff!"

Ding Chunqiu spat out a mouthful of black blood. His white hair and youthful face had become much paler, especially the white hair that was mixed with many gray hairs. There were a few more wrinkles on his forehead and age spots on his face.

For the Xiaoyao Sect's disciples, appearance is everything. Ding Chunqiu couldn't even maintain his youthful appearance at this moment, which showed that the palm strike just now had damaged his foundation.

With the help of Zhuo Bufan's sword, he cut off 30% of his true energy, and at the same time, he injected the poison gas that had accumulated for decades into Zhuo Bufan's body. Although only most of it was dissipated, it made his condition much better. At least, even if there was no poison attracted by the Divine Wood King Cauldron, he would not be healthy for only seven days.

"call--"

Ding Chunqiu let out a long breath, not even looking at the "Sword God" Zhuo Bufan who had turned into a pool of pus on the ground. He just looked at Li Qinglu with a half-smile on his face and a pair of ferocious and cruel eyes:
"Princess Yinchuan, it's not appropriate to use me as cannon fodder, is it?"

(End of this chapter)