Chapter 12 The First Battle with Zong Yu (New Book Please Recommend Tickets for Support)

Consciousness gradually regained consciousness, and the unbearable pain has receded.

Zong Shou tried his best to open his eyes. The limbs of the body are recovering feeling, but they are still unable to move.

As for the inside of the abdomen, there is a hint of coolness penetrating into the body. It should be the power of this medicine pill that woke him up and suppressed the surge of energy in his body.

Looking around again, he was still in the carriage at the moment. However, the cloud-turning car below had stopped, and black tattoos appeared on the walls of the car.

In the middle of the carriage is a purple jade ball. The size of a fist, hovering in mid-air, slowly turning, overflowing with aura.

"Is this a talisman array? A spiritual weapon?"

Zong Shou was startled, and then he remembered that Chu Xue was a dual cultivator of spirit and martial arts. There is enough thought power to activate this wind wall array.

Presumably this carriage and this extraordinary jade ball in mid-air are the means reserved by Chuxue's father who will shake the cloud world in the future.

In this car, with this array of protection, even if the innate warriors come in person. For a while, you can save your life.

Bloody Demon Saint, Nine-Tailed Fox King. At the beginning of the eruption of psychic energy, facing Yunlu to the east, there are only a few powerful people in the Yaozu. Once as dazzling as the scorching sun, and falling like a meteor. It has attracted countless people from later generations, and sighed for it.

I don't know why, but that name should only be a sigh of relief. Thinking of it now, it feels extremely close.

Zong Shou didn't know whether it was because the situation when he was unconscious just now was very similar to the situation before the real Zong Shou 'disappeared', it caused the remnant soul to resonate, or it was because of other reasons. In short, this person's thirteen years of memories have all been stored in his mind.

The proud son of heaven fell into the clouds again. All the people who were close to each other were alienated. He worked hard, but to no avail. Going away to a foreign country and practicing the way of a spiritual teacher, but three years later, he is still regarded as a useless person, and is ridiculed and despised by more people.

In the near future, he will also become a puppet in the hands of others, suffer all kinds of torture, and die tragically on Qiantian Mountain.

The head on the neck will also be hung on the top of the mountain by the next demon king of Qiantian Mountain, and the corpse will be hung for three months!

Consciousness is still groggy, this moment, in the chest and abdomen, it is full of unwillingness, grief and indignation——

No matter what kind of pain, I can bear it. No matter how hard he practiced, he could persist! But why is it impossible to open up the chakras?

Could it be that I am really a useless person? For the rest of her life, she could only hide under her father's wings and be sheltered by him?

Never reconciled!

Complicated thoughts filled his mind. Zong Shou shook his head violently and forced himself to sit up. When the scene outside the window came into view again, all the muscles in his body tensed immediately. The ears, which were temporarily deaf, also reconnected the surrounding sounds at this moment.

With a silent laugh, Zong Shou moved his body a little to warm up his limbs. He suddenly stood up with his sword in hand, and stood in front of the jade ball.

This talisman array separates the inside and outside of the carriage, no one else can come in, and he can't go out either.

Fortunately, in his previous life, he did little research on the method of a spiritual master. The method of runes and talismans can be called good at it.

Condensing the air on the fingertips, pointing outside the aura, completely cut off the flowing psionic energy.

The jade ball in front of him immediately spun crazily and fluttered around. The purple lines on the wall of the carriage also suddenly faded.

Zong Shou didn't pay any attention to it, and holding the pine pattern wind sword, he took a lunge and walked out of the car door. He landed steadily outside the carriage, separated by a wall of wind that was still swirling, and looked ahead from a distance.

The green wasteland has now been tinged with blood. Five or six corpses lay on it.

The setting sun was like blood, and the vultures were screaming wildly in the sky, unable to stop circling.

Most of the corpses were beside the carriage, and the throat bones were all torn to pieces and scratched away.

Seven hundred steps away, the sand roared violently, and grass clippings flew. There is also a figure lying nearby, with a thin body and hands like bird claws, but the figure is different, it is not the Uwe he has seen before. Lying face down on the ground, there is no life left.

But in the vicinity, the light of the sword is like a waterfall, and the shadow of the sword is like a tide. Covered by dust and sand, it is almost impossible to see the figure inside.

As far as I can see, I can only see Yin Yang's chest, which has been pierced. Half of the broken blade was still stuck in the wound, struggling to hold on under the fierce sword light.

What a sharp sword!

His eyes narrowed slightly, Zong Shou then looked at the scarred girl with cat ears not far away.

The snow-like skirt on her body has become a bloody dress. The exposed snow-like skin was full of knife wounds turned outwards.

"Sher—"

The memory fragments of those thirteen years once again surfaced in front of my eyes, childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart.

Everyone regards him as a waste, a bastard, and a disgrace to Tianshan. Only Xueer, never leave.

Even if he knew that this was the memory of the dead person, he and this cat-eared girl had only been together for less than half a month. Ke Zongshou's lips still couldn't help but slanted up.

Carefree, usually a little confused, but as long as you see this girl, you will feel warm.

It's just that this smile, just when it floated, turned into a cold and hostile expression.

That was no longer fighting, but torture. Supporting this seriously injured body, he fought six people alone. His steps were messy, and he was on the verge of falling, and the sword claws in both hands were full of flaws even in self-defense.

The rest of the people mostly stood by and watched with ridicule in their eyes. Only Zong Yu, like a cat playing with a mouse, wandered around Su Chuxue. Then from time to time, a sword was drawn on Chuxue's body, or a flower of blood was stabbed out. There is a smile on his lips, as if extremely happy.

But the cat-eared girl seemed to be unaware of her situation, and even though it was extremely difficult to stand up, she still chased after Zong Yu's figure in vain.

It wasn't until the gust of wind around the carriage dissipated and the wind blade disappeared that he stabilized his figure, with despair in his eyes.

Zong Yu was also startled, and suddenly took a few steps back, avoiding it from a distance, and came to watch Zong Shou. A look of doubt flashed past, and then a smile filled his face.

"It turned out to be Shoudi. It seems that Xue'er's reciting method has not been practiced well enough. Hehe! I was still having a headache just now, how to open this Fengbi Formation. I won't kill you today, how about going back to Qiantian Mountain with me?" ? Brother Yu is protecting you, no one dares to take your throne. But this Xueer is good, full of fierceness, you have to give it to me—”

Zong Shou didn't bother to pay attention to it, and looked at Su Chuxue with an extremely focused expression, as if he wanted to imprint the scars and sword wounds on her body deeply in his heart.

While swimming wisps of true energy from the chakras and pouring them into the Pine Maple Sword, while thinking about it, I don't know the feeling of killing people and cutting corpses in reality, and in the virtual illusion. What's the difference?

In the game of the previous life, there was a guy known as a corpse-shattering maniac. After killing people, he always likes to torture corpses, which is unbearable to witness and is notorious.

Zong Shou didn't understand at that time, and felt a little inexplicable. But today, unconsciously, he had the same tyrannical thought in his chest.

Ten thousand years later, Tan Qiu, the Sword Emperor, unexpectedly faced these dregs in the first battle of this era!

Zong Yu didn't see Zong Shou's answer for a long time, thinking that he was petrified, and couldn't help but hum again: "I thought you had made some progress over the years, but you still can't get on the stage!"

Just about to signal to the side, order someone to capture him. But Zong Shou suddenly asked, "Xue'er, do those injuries hurt?"

Chuxue was already in a daze. After hearing the words, although she was puzzled for a while, she shook her head immediately and said: "It doesn't hurt, but Xue'er regrets that she didn't take good care of the young master! It's all Xue'er—"

Zong Shou felt a little pain in his heart when he heard it, but he smiled on his face: "If it doesn't hurt, then watch carefully, your young master will vent your anger on you! I'll take off the heads of these guys and play them as balls for you?"

At this time, it was not just Chuxue who was surprised, the ball? Is it a hydrangea? Is that for kicking? Even the few people around were shocked. Zong Yu was angry and laughed, and said sarcastically, "Out of anger? You are just a piece of trash that you can't protect yourself. Who do you vent your anger on? Brother Shou, are you crazy or stupid?"

He waved his hand indifferently, and the three blue-clothed swordsmen beside him jumped out, galloping across the land, stabbing away like arrows.

Zong Shou raised his brows lightly, and then took a deep breath to adjust his body to the best condition. The Songwen Fengjian pointed forward obliquely in front of him, and clenched his hands tightly. The hidden power in his body exploded with a bang. With a sudden step on the ground with his right foot, he rushed forward half a zhang!

In the future game, he also killed like hemp. But in reality, whether it was fighting or killing, it was the first time.

But it was surprisingly adaptable, without any sense of unfamiliarity, and in his chest, it was like a flame burning blazingly.

In just a few short steps, the faces of several people on the opposite side can be clearly seen. Dressed in blue clothes, with a strong figure, he rushed head-on. In the pupils of the three of them, there are green pupils unique to the low-level wolf clan. At this moment, there is a sense of cruelty, but there is no intention of fighting. In the minds of these people, I am afraid that they have never regarded him as an opponent. Just treat him as a clown who doesn't know how to live or die.

Laughing at himself, Zong Shou's right chest, the Fengling strange acupoint named Lingchi, exploded loudly. Let the true energy inside explode and direct to the feet.

"Tread the wind!"

With strange steps, Zong Shou's figure flickered, and unexpectedly brought out an afterimage. Without warning, the whole person accelerated nearly double! Appearing in front of the first person, almost face to face, looking at the look of astonishment and horror in this person's eyes.

"Rush the sword!"

Without any hesitation, Jian Guang pierced forward like lightning.

A line of blood, immediately carrying countless bone and flesh fragments, spewed wildly after opening the throat and neck from the hole!