"One last thing to remind you, it's better to call someone stronger, otherwise you will die today."
After saying this, the middle-aged sword cultivator stopped talking, placed his hands on the sword on the ground, and began to close his eyes and meditate.
Bian Xueqing looked at his master, feeling refreshed and full of envy in his eyes.
When I was practicing Taoism, I chose the sword cultivation branch because I wanted to have such momentum. With a sword in my hand, what else could I say?
Compared with Bian Xueqing's joy, Lou Weng only felt haggard at this time.
His brain turned quickly and he went through all the connections he could find. Only then did he realize that his connections seemed to be somewhat poor.
My two best friends.
He Bo? Even a slightly more powerful Lower Five Realm monk couldn't beat him.
Old cow? Isn't it beside me?
As for everyone else…
At this time, Lou Weng thought of the senior in white.
only,
Such a strong man would not know how far he could go with one step, and Lou Weng would not be surprised if he left Da Qian Kingdom at this time.
And even if it didn't happen, would the other party really come to help me just because of a casual relationship, a favor that was so insignificant and that I thought was so self-righteous?
Damn it, forget it, don’t bother that senior.
Let’s see if we can call the City God of Chaoyang Mansion. As the City God of a city, he can catch one or two swords with all his strength.
He and the other party have had a professional friendship for hundreds of years. If the other party is willing to help, he can just repay the kindness slowly.
It doesn't matter if you don't want to help, that may be the end of it today.
It's a pity that I can't continue to protect the people of this land!
Having entered a desperate situation, the land man's mentality began to be open-minded, and his death was already a predetermined expectation.
After Lou Weng waved his hand and threw out a messenger talisman, he began to look at the nostalgic mountains and rivers.
Why can’t I get tired of seeing this landscape for hundreds of years?
"Moo~"
At this time, a long and sad cow cry sounded beside him, and Lou Weng turned his head and looked sideways.
The buffalo next to him had a slightly hazy eye, and it arched its horns as if to apologize.
Lou Weng shook his head and smiled: "We have known each other for many years. How come I don't understand the contribution you have made to this land. Give me ten more choices and I will still come. If you want to blame me, it is only because I am weak and unable to protect you." .”
"Moo~"
The old buffalo barked twice and glanced at Lou Weng twice. Determination began to show in the cow's eyes.
When Lou Weng saw this, he secretly thought that it was not good!
But the buffalo beside him had already kicked off the ground and rushed out. Its huge horns were like sharp swords, and it was like a soldier going to die.
Even if there is a mountain and an iron wall in front of him, he does not hesitate to swing his sword.
"Hmm, a fly is shaking a tree."
The middle-aged swordsman didn't even raise his eyes. He stretched out his hand, his index finger flicked out, and collided with the bull's head that was rushing towards him.
"Bang!"
There was no miracle, the buffalo body suddenly exploded and flew out faster than the incoming force!
After flying halfway, a deafening crash sounded. This finger had already exceeded the speed of sound!
The buffalo fell heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater in the ground, with dust and smoke billowing from it.
"There's still a quarter of an hour left." The middle-aged sword cultivator looked indifferent.
Lou Weng didn't hear what the other party said. He only had friends in his eyes now.
Lou Weng shrank down and came to the buffalo. He wanted to touch it but didn't dare.
My friend's cow body was already torn apart like dry ground, and blood was flowing out uncontrollably. Mixed with the blood flowing out, there was also some golden liquid.
This is the divine source of the buffalo that was worshiped by the people before.
The divine source is broken and there is no cure.
"ah!!!"
Lou Weng banged his hand on the ground, a desperate and angry roar squeezed out of his throat.
What contrasted with his reaction was the shouts of the people.
"Great!"
"The immortal master has subdued the demon!"
"The Immortal Master is mighty!"
The people cheered one after another.
The people of Qianniu Village did not notice that the middle-aged swordsman in the distance frowned in annoyance.
At this time, ripples occurred in the space, and an old man wearing a gorgeous shirt and a majestic face appeared out of thin air.
Lou Weng also saw this person, and a light of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes. He quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Lin Chenghuang!"
Then,
The light in this earth's eyes suddenly dimmed.
Because he saw,
This official friend of mine ignored him, but handed over to the middle-aged sword cultivator opposite him: "Chaoyang Mansion City God, I have met fellow Taoist."
The corners of Jian Xiu's lips raised slightly: "Dao Youyou, are you here to help him?"
Lin Chenghuang looked at Lou Weng again and shook his head: "I already know the whole story. The evidence is conclusive that Lou Weng colluded with evil spirits. Fellow Taoists eliminate evil spirits and defend the Tao. As the righteous god of the government, I will not interfere."
"Then you're here?"
"Record the evidence so that it can be transferred to the top and arrange new land."
"That's fine."
The middle-aged swordsman turned his head and looked at Lou Weng again, his eyes full of ridicule, "If this is all you rely on, I don't want to wait any longer."
Lou Weng clenched his fists and roared: "I told you this buffalo is a god and not an evil spirit!"
"Who here believes it?"
Jian Xiu shook his head, as if looking at a fool, "Let's get on the road."
After saying that, the sword cultivator lifted the sword, and the spiritual energy from his internal organs surged out and poured into the scabbard. The scabbard began to tremble, and the sword body moved up little by little.
The blade of the sword only appeared less than an inch before it stopped moving, because it was enough to kill a land.
A wisp of snow-white sword energy swept out and passed behind Lou Wengjin without any resistance, but it didn't stop!
The sword energy continued unabated and crashed directly into Qianniu Village!
It happened too suddenly! No one reacted, including the city god.
The sword energy is like cutting wheat. Under this sword energy, all the people in a village will die in less than a second!
Quiet, the only sound in the whole mountain is the howling of the wind.
After a while, blood began to spurt out from the corpses of the people who had been cut in half.
It seemed that it also sprayed into Lou Weng's eyes. He pointed at the sword cultivator and opened his mouth, but could not utter a word because the golden body of this land man had cracked.
I hate!
Lou Weng just turned into golden specks of light and dissipated between the heaven and the earth. Also collapsing with him was the mud phase in the Earth Temple.
Bian Xueqing looked at the village, then at the master, and finally chose to shut up.
The City God summoned the magical weapon. He frowned, but did not dare to take action. Instead, he asked sternly: "You swordsman, you are so brave!"
"Sword cultivators are inherently courageous."
The middle-aged sword cultivator looked at the City God with cold eyes, "Aren't these people and the Earth Lord killed by the bull demon?"
"..."
Thunder, little rain.
After the city god repeatedly squeezed the copper coin sword in his hand several times, he exhaled a breath: "It's just this once, it won't be the same next time."
"Easy to say." The middle-aged swordsman smiled as if he had everything under control.
He lifted his disciple's shoulders and held the seal. A long sword appeared under his feet.
At this moment, ripples appeared in the sky again.
"Huh? Are there any helpers?" The middle-aged swordsman stopped.
Cheng Huang also narrowed his eyes and looked at the ripples. The situation at the scene has not been dealt with yet and cannot be seen by others!
The ripples dissipate.
Two people appeared, one in blue robes and one in white robes.
The man in blue robe is known to Cheng Huang, he is the local He Bo, and he is easy to deal with.
Who is this man with white robes and white hair?
Then,
The white-haired man spoke, and his tone was even colder than the sword cultivator.
"Who did it?"
