Lu Xun's face was stiff, twitching slightly, with a fierce look on his face, and he couldn't stop cursing in his heart. Why did he fall into the hands of these two juniors today, or because of an inconspicuous bandit? How could he not be angry?
Lu Xun wanted to continue to mediate, but as soon as he opened his mouth, two birds popped out. Song Linjie jumped down and kicked him in the chest. Because the energy in his body was already disordered, and he couldn't concentrate when he was talking, this kick was regarded as Completely solid.
Lu Xun flew out and fell into a pool of mud. His brocade was stained with mud and water. His originally carefree appearance was now full of embarrassment.
The Pu Dao lacked the willpower, and even if he used the knife at this moment, he would definitely not be able to achieve results. Lu Xun's eyes wandered, and he happened to see a horse beside him. With both hands on the ground, he turned over and directly mounted the horse. He neighed and ran away.
Zhang Ling shouted: "Chase!"
Zhang Ling got on a horse and followed. Song Linjie recovered his energy, and the shadow of the package gradually dissipated, and he rode away nearby.
At this time, the three guests in the inn began to curse: "You beat yourselves, why are you robbing me of my horse?"
And because the sky was dark, I couldn't see clearly what I looked like, and I couldn't find anyone to ask for it.
The buddy who came to the guest room to watch the excitement poured cold water on me and joked: "If you have the ability, you should go too! I'm afraid you'll die if you dare to go."
While the people in the guest room were still arguing, they suddenly saw a guest walking out of the inn door into the rain. Some people couldn't help but exclaimed: "Does anyone really dare to follow him out?"
Three horses rushed into the forest. Song Linjie leaped on Zhang Ling's horse and quickly approached Lu Xun. He laughed wildly: "Hey, where are you running?"
Song Linjie followed closely on horseback, because Lu Xun always stopped turning suddenly just when he was about to hit a tree. Under the dark night, he got off his horse and drove fast again. Therefore, Song Linjie almost hit the tree several times when he wanted to catch up, and with his stock. The palm supports the tree to dissolve it, so that it can not be lost.
Zhang Ling's secret technique was very clear and unhurried, so he didn't have to lose track of the two of them, so he looked steady and leisurely.
After nearly two hours of intense pursuit, except for Zhang Ling who dismounted, the other two horses were tortured and panting by the two men, and their speed was significantly reduced.
Song Linjie slapped the horse with one hand and stood up on its back. A sudden force surged under his feet, causing the horse to collapse to the ground. Song Linjie took his sword out of the air and chopped off Lu Xun's head with astonishing power. He yelled: "Why don't you die quickly! "
Lu Xun turned around to look, his body tilted instantly, and he kicked the horse sideways with his left and right feet. The horse neighed in pain and was kicked away, and Song Linjie's sword was wiped out.
Lu Xun rolled off his horse, rolled on the ground a few times and then stood up. He turned sideways, holding the knife in one hand and the handle in the other, ready for battle.
The failed Sky Forging Sword exploded on the ground, leaving a mark several feet long from thick to shallow.
Song Linjie raised the knife and looked sideways at Lu Xun. He couldn't help the crazy smile on his lips, and he looked scattered. From this, he looked particularly scary. Lu Xun, who was tortured so badly, couldn't help but shudder. , gritted his teeth and said: "I said I have no intention of enmity with you, do you really want to fight to the death?"
Song Linjie's laughter gradually became gentle, but he said without changing his tone: "If you die obediently, I will be merciful and give you a happy death, otherwise you will suffer the same consequences!"
Lu Xun couldn't bear it any longer, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out. He remembered that he had just said this to the innkeeper, that the way of heaven is reincarnation, but he did not expect that it would come true for him so soon.
Song Linjie rekindled the mirage and staggered forward, stepping on the wet weeds. His voice was clear and coherent, and you could hear that his steps were starting to become fast and steady.
Lu Xun saw the right moment, hid the sword in its scabbard, and finally unleashed his long-awaited sword-drawing technique. They fought hand-to-hand. This time, Lu Xun barely fought to a draw with Song Linjie. However, he only used this sword once, and the other party just swung it casually. cut.
Song Linjie raised the Heavenly Forging Sword and said with a self-appreciative smile: "What a sword! It's a pity that its opponent is too inferior. After escaping for so long, it was really disappointing to swing such a mediocre sword."
Zhang Ling had already arrived, but he had been sneaking away from the thunder pool where the two were fighting.
Suddenly, the three of them were startled, and an obvious aura surged into their hearts, but the other party had already appeared in their eyes, which showed that the other party was deliberately letting the three of them notice.
Zhang Ling used the secret technique to clearly look at the person. He saw an old man standing with his hands folded. His complexion was old but not saggy. It could be seen that this old man was either an ordinary practitioner or someone who had reached the realm of transformation. From what he had just seen to Zhang Ling The feeling is probably the latter.
Zhang Ling bowed his hands and asked, "I wonder who the senior is? This is a grudge between each of us. If the senior wants to intervene, it is best to inform him in advance."
Song Linjie was about to utter arrogant words, but immediately fell silent after seeing the strength displayed by the old man punching a tree. Even in his prime, he did not dare to say that he had a three-point chance of winning.
Lu Xun covered his chest, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and shouted in a low voice: "Please come to the rescue, senior, and Lu will definitely repay the favor!"
The old man looked at the three of them, looked at each other, and said with a smile: "I'm just watching, I won't interfere."
Song Linjie was about to strike preemptively when the old man called him again: "Wait, wait a minute."
Song Linjie said impatiently: "Old senior, what are you going to do? You need to give me a good beating."
The old man smiled kindly and emphasized again: "As I said, I won't interfere. I just want to see if you can use all your strength to perform the secret technique and then pour all your true energy into the knife. Can you light up the fire pattern on one side?"
Song Linjie thought for a while and cursed loudly: "Old man, you are kidding me! If I inject all my true energy into the Heaven Forging Sword, I will not be able to defend myself. If you want to fight, just say so. Don't beat around the bush and hurt me."
The old man spread his hands and said with a smile: "I'm not forcing you to do this. How you fight is up to you. And as long as you master it skillfully, the exchange of true energy between the body and the knife will only take a moment. It's impossible for others to find an opening to take action. You can't do it yourself. Don’t blame me, old man!”
After what the old man said, he didn't expect Song Linjie to actually do as he was told. Zhang Ling saw him starting to let loose in case something unexpected happened, and his whole body was also tense, ready to act according to the opportunity.
The mirage surrounding Song Linjie began to bloom, and expanded in a circle. The transparent red shadow became solid, and the internal energy consumption was even more rapid like running water.
The Heavenly Forging Sword accumulated power for a moment, but Lu Xun did not dare to make any moves. Naturally, he was afraid that the other party would predict his movement trajectory. This sword might really be inevitable.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Linjie's internal strength was almost exhausted, but the sky-forging sword still had only the red fire pattern on the right side that flickered on and off, making it difficult to stabilize.
Song Linjie began to clench his hands tightly, and the Heavenly Forging Sword kept shaking. It was no longer possible to control it, so he had to use this sharp edge to draw the sword.
Lu Xun saw Song Linjie walking like the wind, the Heavenly Forging Sword twisting without any unnecessary movement, and the horizontal knife was slashing at him. Lu Xun was ready to attack, but when Song Linjie stepped forward, he ignored him and threw the simple knife, and he jumped away. Come on.
The next moment, the two treasured swords came into contact. The Forged Heavenly Sword was unscathed, but the simple sword made of fine iron was broken into two sections on the spot.
