Zhang Lingluo responded: "Okay."
Zhang Lingluo knew very well that Di Zong would not have thought that she was the second young lady of Zhang clan, so the journey to Zhang clan would be full of dangers.
This is actually the most dangerous road. Of course, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows. What the enemy thinks of, she will also think of.
In all the preparations for tonight, Wei Wushi's appearance was an accident. Wei Wushi was the only one she was afraid of, so she had another plan, intending to use Lu Wenlin's death to force the four clans in Wuzhong to fall out with Di Zong.
As long as Gu Xuan is willing to take action, Wei Wushi will have nothing to fear.
Of course, it was an accident that Zhang Lingxiao also participated in the flower selection, and it was not what Zhang Lingluo wanted to involve his eldest brother.
When we were still halfway away from Zhongyi Garden, a man stood in the street, wearing gray clothes and a bamboo hat on his head, standing with his back to his back.
Regardless of this man's unparalleled aura, his clothing is undoubtedly that of ordinary people.
Zhang Lingxiao asked loudly: "Who do you honor?"
The man turned around slowly, and the bamboo hat covered the upper half of his face, revealing only that his chin was unusually square and angular.
"Disciple Long San is ordered by Kunnu to kill Zhang Lingluo, the witch of Xuanzong."
Zhang Lingxiao said in surprise: "One of the three envoys of the Earth Sect is Long San!"
Disciple Long San was originally a disciple of the Buddhist sect, but because of his murderous nature, he was not tolerated by the Buddhist sect. Later, for unknown reasons, he switched to the Earth sect.
Zhang Lingxiao looked at the sword on Long San's waist. That sword should be the Buddha Sect's sword, Foci.
The Shimen Jie Knife was originally not allowed to kill, and could only be used for six purposes - cutting skin, cutting armor, breaking wounds, cutting clothes, cutting clothes, and purifying fruits.
The sword of Buddha's mercy is also a sword of compassion. It is blunt and has no edge. Because the knife is hard in nature, it can never be sharpened.
It is said that Long San's master gave this kind sword to Long San. He originally wanted Long San to restrain his murderous nature, but he didn't know that Long San turned this kind sword into a demon sword by force.
Zhang Lingluo chuckled: "I am a witch, so what kind of witch is Chen Qinglan, uh... a coquettish bitch?"
Zhang Lingxiao took out the small copper bell hanging on his chest from his clothes and shook it gently but made no sound.
Zhang Lingluo looked at her eldest brother thoughtfully. The small copper bell hanging on his chest is called the Tianling. There are two bells, one yin and one yang. One of them shakes and the other one vibrates in resonance, making a faint sound even if they are several miles apart. .
Obviously the eldest brother's move was calling for the masters of the Zhang family to come.
Long San directly pulled out the sword Foci. It was indeed a sword so blunt that the edge could not be seen.
Zhang Lingxiao deliberately delayed time: "Wait a minute, is the sword in your hand the Buddha's Sect's precious sword?"
Long San responded: "Assuming you have good eyesight, it is the precious sword of Buddha's mercy."
Zhang Lingxiao said: "I heard that the sword has only six uses: cutting skin, cutting armor, breaking wounds, cutting clothes, cutting clothes, and purifying fruits. Why do you use this Buddhist compassionate knife to kill people?"
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Long San paused for a moment, and his master's careful teachings suddenly echoed in his mind. The nagging was like a Buddhist scripture that made him upset.
On the one hand, it is the natural killing nature, and on the other hand, it is the external influence. Long San's hand holding the sword is trembling, and the whole person is in a very tangled contradiction.
Finally, true to his true nature, he roared: "Kill!"
A loud and thick voice came: "The Sword King is here, who dares to be presumptuous?"
Wei San's voice arrives, people arrive, and swords arrive.
The majestic sword in his hand came forward to meet him.
The majestic sword has a thick blade and is famous for its chaotic hardness. It does not rely on sharpness to win. It is used by those who are powerful and powerful.
Foci is even more blunt and has no sharp edge, even after countless sharpenings, it is known as the bluntest sword in the world.
But I don’t know which of these two swords is more powerful, I’ll find out right away!
The two swords collided together, making a sound but no sparks. They were both so hard that there was no spark from the friction.
After a sword exchange, Long Sanji took a step back, but this step was more than three feet. He stood firm, and the bamboo hat flew down from the top of his head, revealing his full face.
But it has no hair on the top of its head, is bald, and its shape is rounded up and down. It is very weird. It does not look like a human being, but more like a clay doll that was kneaded and accidentally fell to the ground and broke its shape.
Zhang Lingluo laughed loudly: "It smells worse than a dog."
Long Sans narrowed his eyes into a slit, squeezed out a hint of coldness, and said angrily: "I'll kill you!"
He slashed at Zhang Lingluo with one sword. How could Wei Sanren allow Long San to succeed? The sword was blocked in front of the two of them.
The two swords collided again, like the low sound of a bell, but it was enough to make one's eardrums tremble.
The two people standing on Wei Sanren felt a strong wind blowing through them, and their clothes were close to their bodies.
This is not an opponent that can be solved immediately. I am afraid that it will take a hard battle. Wei Sanren said: "Sir, miss, you go back first and leave this person to me."
Zhang Lingluo gently lifted up her hair that was messy in the strong wind with her fingers, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Wei, I'll hold the line for you."
In order to deal with her, even Wei Wushi came. There was no way the mad disciple Long San was the only master.
Everyone is secretly playing games with each other. Di Zong wants to eliminate all Xuanzong's masters in Suzhou, and Zhang Lingluo also wants to eliminate future troubles once and for all.
No matter where she could hide, she had no intention of hiding tonight. She, the coach, was the best bait.
Wei Sanren stopped persuading, and the two fought against each other again.
The sword has no sharp edge, so victory cannot be won by exquisite sword skills, but by strength and heaviness.
Long San was like a madman, stabbing one after another.
Fighting with swords and fighting with strength is exactly what Wei Sanren likes.
With each strike, the swords canceled each other out, but despite this, the aftermath still caused the surrounding walls to crack and tiles fly.
If either party were stronger, they could level the surrounding houses with one blow.
The sound of the blades colliding was separated by the sounds of the surrounding civilians fleeing in terror. They no longer dared to hold their breath and wait for death, and fled this place of right and wrong.
Zhang Lingxiao was kind-hearted, raised his sword and struck down the flying tiles and rocks, and protected the people in the surrounding houses from escaping to avoid hurting innocent people.
After dozens of blows, Long San finally stopped, breathing heavily.
But Wei Sanren holds a sword in his hand and is mighty, standing proudly and proudly.
After dozens of cuts, he also consumed a huge amount of energy, and his energy and blood were churning. Why did he encounter this kind of perversion every time, and his reputation as the King of Swordsmen was almost wiped out.
Long San finally asked: "Who are you?"
"King of Swordsman Wei Sanren!"
"What a sword king. You are the only person who can take dozens of blows from me in more than ten years without dying."
"Young man is talking nonsense, you are at the end of your battle, you must die!"
After the sword king finished speaking, he slashed out with his sword, and the force of his true energy sword completely enveloped Long San. Long San could not dodge this strike. Under the sword fight, his true energy was consumed tremendously, and he could not resist, so he could only die.
At this moment, sparkling objects fell silently from the sky, as if it was snowing.
It was not snowing yet in this season, so Zhang Lingluo shouted: "Mr. Wei, be careful, put the knife away and hold your breath."
At this moment, Wei Sanren's Qi points all over his body were in the process of vomiting and inhaling. If he wanted to hold his breath, he had to retract the knife first. Long San escaped.
Even though he had the body-protecting Qi, the sparkling substance dissolved and fell on Wei Sanren's clothes, corroding them.
Wei Sanren was surprised and quickly took off his outer robe.
The robe thrown on the ground was like a flower that withered quickly, quickly turning gray and turning into ashes in the evening wind, completely gone.
A figure draped in plain silk over the shoulders, wearing a compact gauze dress with graceful curves, and a gleaming snow-white skin, slowly descended from the sky with a black silk umbrella in her hand.
Sparkling objects are flying, her posture is graceful, and her gauze clothes are soft and rippling, which makes people dazzled. The black silk umbrella in her hand gives people a stronger visual impact against the contrast of her white clothes.
When her feet, wearing only white socks, landed, they were as light as a pair of white lotus flowers floating in the water.
The posture is beautiful and noble, but the face is shapeless.
What is phaseless? It is not that the face is expressionless but that the facial features cannot be seen, there is only a mass.
Zhang Lingxiao only saw her faceless face and immediately blurted out: "Bai Lianhua, one of the three envoys of the Earth Sect."
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "Two of the three envoys of the Earth Sect are here. It seems that they must take my life tonight."
As the mortal enemy of the Earth Sect, how could Xuanzong not know the details of the Earth Sect? When those sparkling objects floated down, she knew it was the White Lotus coming.
That sparkling thing can not only melt flesh and bones, but the most terrifying thing is that it can silently dissolve the body-protecting Qi of people in the martial arts.
If you rely on the body-protecting true energy to cover your body and ignore these sparkling things, you will be attacked and die. Many masters have died in her hands before they have a real fight with White Lotus.
That's why she just told Wei Sanren to put away his sword and hold his breath.
Bai Lianhua faced Zhang Lingluo. She had no facial features and naturally no eyes. However, this face made people feel even more eerie in the dark night.
Wei Sanren snorted: "What kind of monsters and monsters are you trying to kill me?"
After saying that, he slashed out with his sword. The sword fight with Long San just now had consumed a lot of his energy. If a master of the same level appeared again, he could only fight quickly.
White Lotus's movement skills strangely evaded the knife, and then thick fog appeared strangely around her, and the exquisite and graceful figure also disappeared into the thick fog.
Generally speaking, people in martial arts have keen senses. They can hear even if they can't see, and they can feel the breath even if they can't hear. What's more, a master of Wei Sanren's level.
But the strange thing is that Wei Sanren can't feel the presence of the white lotus at all at this moment, probably due to the influence of this strange thick fog.
He was careful and vigilant. Even if he could hide his aura in the thick fog, he could still find and grasp his opponent's location when the opponent's true energy flowed.
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Zhang Lingluo reminded: "Mr. Wei, block Qi points all over your body. Once this thick fog is inhaled, it will fill your body and it will be difficult for gods to save you."
Wei Sanren cursed in his heart, Damn it, his sword power was wide open and closed, and every time he cut his Qi points, there was a cycle with the outside world. Blocking his Qi points was equivalent to cutting off his heel.
Now there is only one kill.
At this moment, he keenly felt the flow of true energy and shouted: "Suffer death!"
He slashed towards where the white lotus was with his sword, but it was empty.
At the same time, a training belt came from another direction.
At the right moment, Wei Sanren turned his knife to wrap around the training belt, and when he pulled hard, the training belt retracted in a strange and flexible manner.
Under the thick fog, the white lotus is silent again.
Zhang Lingluo reminded: "Mr. Wei, you can't be too powerful, you have to use cleverness to win. You only need to cut her and she will be split into two."
Based on her understanding of White Lotus, this thick fog was transformed by the true energy of the exercises practiced by White Lotus, and became one with her.
It is precisely because of this that Bai Lianhua is weak. Like Wei Sanren's sword fight with Long San just now, Bai Lianhua couldn't stop him with a single blow.
If you can't hit the opponent, no matter how powerful the sword is, what's the use? Each additional sword consumes one more point of vitality, so you need to use your strength and skill.
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