Chapter 237 Choice
"The South Wind Sword suddenly dissipated and then appeared in your hand. The sword that surrounded me never left, and suddenly a saint appeared to protect me... How can there be so many coincidences in this world." Zhong Lingxi shook his head. He shook his head, smiled bitterly, and then said, "But your appearance this time will probably be very draining on you, so you should go back as soon as possible."
"I can only appear for a cup of tea, but I'd better wait and go back. No matter if I return to the sheath now or after half a stick of incense, I won't be able to come out again in a short time. If I don't let I’ll escort you for one more ride, at least until you regain some strength.”
Seeing that Zhong Lingxi wanted to say something more, Nanfeng Sword Spirit spoke faster and faster. Seeing Zhong Lingxi compromise to her in the end, a smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth.
On the top of the mountain more than ten feet away, the man in animal clothing and others were climbing on the cliff and looking at the two women in front of them, their pupils slightly contracted...
"Young Master, you knew this woman was not a saint, why did you leave?"
"This way, killing is fun, isn't it?"
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Stab-! !
A punch cut through the air and hit Lin Fenghuo's long knife.
The punch did not stop after one blow. The person on the opposite side seemed to have noticed Lin Fenghuo's lack of strength. For a moment, fierce punches continued. When Uncle Wang rushed to help, he found that the fireworks on Lin Fenghuo's long sword had already dimmed.
After the man withdrew his fist, he drew an arc-shaped trajectory in the sky and flashed to Wang Bodang's side in an instant. He wanted to repeat his old trick and beat the young man with the spear to half a pulp again.
Before he had time to check Lin Fenghuo's injuries, Uncle Wang had noticed the existence of the fist blade. He immediately took a step forward and stabbed out the silver spear in his hand in advance, cutting through the corner of the fist blade.
Bright red blood gathered from the air, and a faint bloody aura emerged.
This shot hurt him!
Only then did Wang Bodang see the true appearance of this person. From body shape to appearance, that person was basically the same as them, but only slightly different in clothing. In order to better highlight their appearance With a strong body, the fabric of their clothes will be less, so their movements will be lighter.
"Can outsiders hurt me, Zhu Li?"
Zhu Li looked at his injured palm, which was dripping with blood, and there was a fierce look in his eyes. Just when he was about to make the next move, a flash of black suddenly appeared in his eyes, and a huge sword fell from the top of his head.
boom--! !
A dull sound came from in front of Wang Bodang. He pushed aside the lingering dust and looked forward.
Zhu Li was seen retreating more than ten feet away. He crushed several stone slabs under his feet before he could stand upright. A long line of blood was dragged out and covered the ground, revealing his terrifying ferocity.
Zhu Li spurted out a mouthful of blood, and two hideous wounds appeared on his arms and waist, and there was a thick black gas coming from the wounds.
Black energy...?
Wang Bodang narrowed his eyes and looked at the man walking out of the dense forest. He held a long knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife scratched the ground, making a squeaking sound, and fireworks rose wherever he passed.
This is...Lin Fenghuo...
"Sure enough." Wang Bodang sighed softly and held the spear in his hand tightly.
Zhu Li's strength was close to him, and even slightly higher than him. The only person present who could put Zhu Li at a disadvantage was the possessed Lin Fenghuo.
"You can't either."
Lin Fenghuo held the green fire sword and stood in front of Zhu Li, his eyes slightly narrowed.
He moved his wrist and clenched the knife in his hand. Wisps of flames were squeezed into the air and surrounded the tip of the knife.
He was wearing a plain robe, and traces of black energy flowed out of his body. Gradually, the color of the clothes had already turned black. He was like a beast forced into a desperate situation, with unprecedented madness flashing in his eyes. With bloodthirsty, the whites of the eyes next to the pupils have already been shrouded in black energy.
Those pitch black eyes seemed to see through everything.
He swung his sword to meet Zhu Li's fist and slashed at it!
clang--! !
Dazzling flames burst into the air, and Zhu Li blocked the long knife filled with black energy one after another. Although the knife was fast and heavy, it still couldn't break through his skin as long as he was careful to protect it.
"Thunder Crane King Spear."
Wang Bodang's voice came from behind Zhu Li. When Zhu Li was about to turn around and avoid it, a spear had already pierced his arm from back to front!
Zhu Li groaned, staggered, and his face turned extremely pale.
He growled lowly and pulled out the spear tip that penetrated his arm with his backhand. Blood immediately poured out from the wound, dyeing the entire arm red.
Then he ran towards the dense forest, but there was no trace of him.
When he left, he just stared at Wang Bodang and Lin Fenghuo fiercely, especially the latter, as if he wanted to engrav their faces in his heart.
"Lin Fenghuo!"
When Uncle Wang saw Zhu Li running away, he did not chase him and hurried to meet Lin Fenghuo.
Before he could reach Lin Fenghuo's side, he saw an evil aura rushing straight into the sky in an instant, rushing towards Wang Bodang. The raging black energy instantly sent Wang Bodang flying more than ten feet away.
The next moment, two sword blades penetrated Wang Bodang's original position, cutting two deep knife marks on the ground, and thick flames were burning above the knife marks.
"Oops!"
As soon as the idea came out, Wang Bodang turned around and ran away. The evil aura behind him seemed to have found an outlet, and it quickly flew towards the fleeing Wang Bodang. In the dark aura, there were also sharp swords and swords. The breath of fireworks.
If this was confirmed, whether Uncle Wang would live or die would have to be decided separately.
However, the speed at which the black energy filled the air was beyond the ability of Wang Bodang. It enveloped him in just a few breaths, followed by the heat wave.
When Wang Bodang saw this, he clenched the gun in his hand tightly. In an instant, the lightning flashed, and the huge power of thunder opened a gap out of thin air in the black air.
However, after the black energy, there was a heat wave rising from the Qing Huo Dao.
The scorching fire burned Wang Bodang's face red. Although he broke away from the black energy, facing Lin Fenghuo, who had the strength of a knight, he, Wang Bodang, was far from a match.
After just one confrontation, the tiger's mouth where he held the gun was painfully open, and a trace of blood flowed to the ground along the gap between his fingers.
"Lin Fenghuo..."
Wang Bodang gritted his teeth. After the failure of the move just now, he had seen Lin Fenghuo's face enlarged in his eyes. It was such a ferocious look, crazy and sneering, all in one person, but The indifference in his eyes that looked down upon everything seemed like it was just a surface covering his heart.
Wang Bodang's neck was clamped by a pair of big hands. After all, his spear hovering on Lin Fenghuo's chest could not go any further. He put down the gun in his hand and closed his eyes.
(End of chapter)
