Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1038: Savage

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"Who, come out!"

I explored with one hand and drew out the fairy bone sword from the chaotic void. More than 5,000 spiritual patterns were instantly activated, and the imposing sword extended along the ground. Amidst the rumbling sound, a mountain The rocks and bushes were split apart, and the sword energy swept across, piercing the source of the arrow.

"Keng~~~"

Amidst the cries of gold and stone, a young man wrapped in animal skins leaped into the air with a bow in hand. The body parts that were not wrapped in animal skins showed dense totem symbols. There was not even a trace of holy energy in his body. The artistic conception evolves, simply drawing the power of the world with physical strength, and actually possessing the power to fight against the saints, a familiar name popped out of my mind, savage, we have met the legendary one hundred thousand forest sea savage tribe!

For the weaker monks in the outside world, the savages of 100,000 forests are themselves a taboo.

The history of savage tribes existing in one hundred thousand forests can be traced back to the ancient times, but these savages have always been entrenched in one hundred thousand forests and have never been involved in the northern wilderness, forming a pattern with the northern wilderness as the dividing line, and the upper boundary The human monk's well water does not violate the river water, but today, there are savages appearing in the northern wilderness.

It seems that the situation of 100,000 Linhai has undergone new changes.

The moment the young man flew into the air, there was another cluster of arrows in his hand, his arms slammed open the bow, creaking tightly, and another arrow shot out with a squeak. The rate of fire and the lethality of the second time are even more violent than the first time, so even Lin Muzhao whispered: "Junior, be careful..."

My arms sank, the shadows of the three sword souls surged up, raising the power to about 70%, the sword light skyrocketed, and the sword shot straight into the sky. This sword was powerful enough, accompanied by a sound The ears screamed, and the opponent's arrow was split directly from it, the aftertaste was endless, and he swept toward the savage boy with a vibe.

"Huh!"

He snorted coldly, his expression was extremely cold, and he could even be called cruel and unforgiving. The five fingers of his left hand suddenly snapped, as if it had affected the rules and order between heaven and earth, and suddenly opened a net of power, mesh-like The power of rules is intertwined to block the power of my sword, but he looks down on me too much.

As soon as the sword intent was approaching, there was a sudden jump in space, and a blazing sword intent rushed to his face. The young man was shocked and hurriedly raised his bow tires to block it, but he screamed. With a loud noise, the well-made war bow was directly split from it, and the bow was turned into a pile of fine iron and spar fragments. His arms totem seemed to resurrect, naturally surging to protect his body.

"Peng~~~"

The boy flew out with a muffled snort, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and he was already injured.

Just before he stood up, I had already swept over, and the boots slammed on his chest with a "slap". Under the suppression of the Holy Force, he was shaking with pain and his arms grabbed me. On his legs, fingertips gave birth to wisps of totem sharpness trying to break through my protective sword gang, but as the holy energy from the soles of his feet poured in, his physical strength was stepped on to pieces.

"Say, who are you?" I asked lightly.

"Skills...Skills can be killed, not insulted!" His eyes were clear, and he said something that surprised me.

"Do you also deserve this sentence?"

I smiled slightly: "You savages shouldn't have appeared in the northern wilderness. Besides, you attacked us without saying hello, what do you mean?"

The young man gritted his teeth: "The monk of the upper realm, everyone has it!"

"What do you mean?" Lin Muzhao frowned: "The upper bound and the hundred thousand forest seas have always kept the well water from the river. You suddenly attacked us, is it reasonable?"

The young man sneered: "If it weren't for the so-called upper realms like you, my people wouldn't have to succumb to a corner of a hundred thousand forests. Your upper realm monks are our enemies of life and death. Is it wrong to kill you?"

"That's right."

My voice was cold and I said, "Senior Sister, the upper realm is a treasure, and there is only one treasure. For this treasure, the competitor is a mortal enemy. He is right."

Lin Muzhao seems to be aware of my killing intent and said: "Junior Brother, do you want to kill him?"

"Keeping is only a curse."

I frowned and said, “I’m not a monk who can save the wicked, and I don’t have that kind of virtue. All I can do is use violence to control violence. Xiaoyan’s disappearance may be related to savages. Sister has a way. Let him speak?"

"Yes."

Lin Muzhao's posture floated and came to the sky above the young man like a fairy. A green onion jade finger condensed the sunlight, gently pointed at the center of the young man's eyebrows. Suddenly the young man's expression became dazed, and Lin Muzhao showed up. Fucked his eyebrows, closed his eyes, after less than ten breaths, opened his beautiful eyes, shook his head and said: "I can only read a few memory fragments. He does come from the sea of ​​100,000 forests, but he is only a small tribe. It’s nothing more than Tianjiao, who was squeezed out by the exile and large tribes before he was forced to leave the 100,000 forests and come to the northern wilderness to survive."

"Has he killed anyone?"

"Killed." Lin Muzhao pursed his red lips, and said: "Three monks of the clan, among them are two lower saints."

"In that case, it's broken."

As soon as I lifted the front of my sword, in the young man's astonished gaze, his head had already flown out, splashing blood.

"Brother..."

Lin Muzhao seemed a little surprised, and said softly: "The killing aura on your body is getting heavier. Is it because you have practiced the Bailu sword technique?"

"No."

I smiled slightly: "Senior Sister, I asked my heart. I think I am still a monk of the right way, but the savages of a hundred thousand forests regard us as deadly enemies. Once identified as enemies, there is no need to be merciful. My heart, the so-called righteous way is not a good old man, and you need to kill him. If you kill him, maybe you can save a few high-world monks who have good thoughts."

"Well, what you said makes sense."

Lin Muzhao smiled: "In this regard, it seems that Sister will learn more from you in the future."

"No need."

I dispersed the fairy bone sword, waved away the blood stained with my fingers, and said calmly: "From now on, I will do the bad things. The senior sister is a saint. If you don’t kill yourself, don’t Let’s do it."

"Um..."

……

After the first ambush, he never dared to fly with the magic weapon again.

After dozens of miles ahead, there was finally more vitality in the northern wilderness. Plants and trees appeared in a stretch of mountains, but they were still yellow, fallen leaves withered, and the breeze passed, and the leaves were flying into a piece. , A school of dilapidated mood in late autumn, and just after this dilapidated mood, there is an indescribable sense of depression.

"Here, there seems to have been a fight."

Lin Muzhao looked at the chaos and frowned.

I took a look after I landed. There are signs of sword qi opening and closing in the gravel. Judging from the qi remaining in the woodland, the sword user has at least the strength of the sword heart and the high level. There was still a drop of blood on the dead wood that was cut by the sword qi, and it didn't seem to be dry for long. It was a battle that took place a few hours ago.

It's the Terran monk being attacked again.

I frowned, the kendo **** glanced around, and noticed wisps of faint energy a few miles ahead, and said: "Sister, people should not be dead yet, they are right there."

"Well, I feel it too, go and take a look."

"Good!"

Lin Muzhao flew ahead, her body turned into a beautiful figure and flew forward in the clouds, fast forward, while I flew side by side with me, not daring to leave her too far, although Lin Muzhao is now one She is a beautiful sword master, but after all, this is the dangerous northern wilderness. There are too many rumors of the sword master's fall, not to mention that Lin Muzhao is just a lower sword master and is not skilled enough in mastering the power of the sword master realm.

At the moment we rushed out of the cloud, a valley appeared in front of us. The rocks were rugged, and the gravel was covered with withered leaves. Under a huge silver-leaf tree, the blood was mottled, a human race The monk lay there, covered in blood, his left arm was almost completely chopped, only half of his arm was left, and there was also a terrible wound on his chest, which was pierced by a sword blade.

"Someone is injured." I frowned.

Lin Muzhao said in a voice transmission: "Teacher brother, be careful, this is the Northern Wilderness, not as good as the upper realm, this person's injuries are too weird, all on the upper plate, but the lower body is intact."

"Yes..."

I opened the kendo god's eyes again, and my heart felt cold. We were only three steps away from the wounded, and there were clusters of spiritual veins everywhere. It was a composition of spiritual formations, unconsciously It seems that we have already entered a trap, and we transmitted the voice: "Sister, be careful, it is a tactical restriction."

"That's it."

Lin Muzhao smiled slightly, slender feet fell to the ground, a wisp of invisible sword holy energy surrounds her graceful posture, step by step towards the wounded, and said: "This fellow Daoist, how are you?"

The wounded said nothing.

Lin Muzhao wrapped his soft sacred power in his palm, and with a light swing, he turned the body of the injured person over. The moment he turned it over, he saw a fierce face. This person left The arm was dead, but the right arm was intact. Holding a short sword turned into a white light and pierced Lin Muzhao's chest straight.

However, it is so easy to assassinate a sword master, let alone Lin Muzhao who ignites the third stage holy fire!

"Keng!"

Mu Zhaojian unsheathed in an instant, and abruptly shattered the "wounded". The majestic Kendo Qi surging, not only retreated, but also shook the wounded and rolled out, smashing a few boulders. He slipped into the distance in embarrassment, his expression became more fierce, some kind of holy ruins surrounded by fire, he was a saint.

The dignified saint, actually used such a despicable method? !

I was a little unbelievable, but at this moment, the spirit pattern formation on the surface was mobilized, turning into a bunch of tender golden vines, wrapping around my legs and Lin Muzhao, and then spreading upwards, forming The power of forbidden formations, this level of forbidden formations, most of them can trap the middle saint.

"Junior brother, don't do it first, see who they are." Lin Muzhao said through voice transmission.

"Got it."

I smiled slightly, the True Feather Sword Realm power formed a fiery hood around my body, which seemed to have been restrained by the formation, but in fact it could break through at any time.