Chapter 39: A Piece of Bamboo Leaf Is Enough.

Three days passed by in a flash. Fang Yu either made tea or went fishing for three days.

There was no preparation for any tension.

In the Sword Valley, Lin Wan looked at the Sword Valley from a distance.

Fu Xueyun is standing on the Sword Valley.

The chatter of many monks watching made Lin Wan extremely nervous.

"I just said, this Sword Valley master will not come, so what if I kill the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord? I didn't do it while the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord was weak."

Another great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage touched his beard and spoke slowly.

"If I had been here at that time, I would have killed the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord with my sword."

"Fu Xueyun is still too strong. If he comes here, he will almost die. Besides, the sword cultivator is not related to the Wood Spirit Sect, so what is the purpose of wading into the muddy water?"

Most of these monks didn't believe that Fang Yu would come.

In their opinion, Fu Xueyun obviously wanted to use the master of Sword Valley to establish his authority, and his life might be in danger if he came.

"Nonsense! That senior will definitely come."

A female voice sounded, interrupting everyone's discussion.

It was Lin Wan. She was clenching her fists and exuding a fearless aura.

Facing these monks at the Nascent Soul Golden Core stage, she was in the Foundation Establishment stage, but she was not afraid.

Several senior monks looked at each other with bad eyes when Lin Wan contradicted them like this.

"Little girl, do you think your Wood Spirit Sect can really be saved?"

"Let's put it this way, there are less than ten people in Nanhuang who can definitely defeat Fu Xueyun. Even if they can win, they may not be willing to offend him."

What the monk said was indeed true. If he was not 100% sure of killing him, most monks would not provoke Fu Xueyun.

After all, everyone basically has a sect, disciples, relatives and friends.

No one can afford to take revenge after the incident.

After listening to what a few people said, Lin Wan clenched her hands tightly.

Is it true that the senior will not come?

At this time, above the Sword Valley.

Fu Xueyun frowned.

"Three days have passed. It seems that the master of Sword Valley has no plans to save you, or he is afraid of me, hahahaha."

Fu Xueyun smiled wildly, his tone full of disdain.

........

And at this time.

Inside the bamboo forest, Fang Yu stood up from the lake and stretched.

Su Xiaoxiao came over.

"Master, didn't you promise Lin Wan to fight that demon cultivator?"

Su Xiaoxiao happened to be nearby when Lin Wan arrived.

Of course she knows this too.

Moreover, she also wanted to go to the scene to see the battle between Master and the demon cultivator.

Beat that demon cultivator to a pulp.

Fang Yu looked.

Ye Junlan and Gu Miaoer also looked towards him.

They are also very curious.

Some even want to watch.

Seeing how much the disciples like to join in the fun.

Fang Yu was helpless.

"Who said I was going."

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly said in surprise:

"Master, do you want to break the contract? You already agreed to Lin Wan."

Before Su Xiaoxiao could finish speaking, he screamed in pain.

Fang Yu flicked it on her white and smooth forehead.

Then he looked towards the distance, in the direction of Sword Valley, where a person was shouting arrogantly.

"Why show up to kill someone."

Su Xiaoxiao's face was full of doubts.

"Then how to kill?"

Fang Yu casually picked off a bamboo leaf from the bamboo forest.

Gently rub it in your hands.

Back then, these bamboo forests absorbed the medicinal power overflowing from the Xuanling Immortal Grass, and had been nourished by the best spiritual stones for so many years.

Its grade is considered to be a third-level spiritual material.

Fang Yu didn't answer and directly threw the bamboo leaves in his hand.

The bamboo leaves instantly turned into a stream of light and flew towards the Wood Spirit Sect.

Su Xiaoxiao and Ye Junlan were stunned for a moment.

"Master, is this possible?"

Su Xiaoxiao and Ye Junlan both had question marks on their faces.

Fang Yu didn't answer and went on fishing.

The two of them were ready to go and see what the outcome would be.

.....

On the other side, at the Sword Valley.

Few people among the crowd believed that the master of Sword Valley would come.

This made everyone feel a little regretful, as they still wanted to see the style of this sword cultivator.

But its strength does not allow it.

After Fu Xueyun smiled on the stage, he looked at the Wood Spirit Sect prisoners behind him.

A trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to blame it, just blame the swordsman for not wanting to save you, hahahaha."

With that said, Fu Xueyun raised his palm, preparing to kill these Wood Spirit Sect people.

After all, he is a principled and trustworthy person.

Since he said that if the other party didn't come, he would kill the people of the Wood Spirit Sect, he would definitely do it.

Look at the devil in front of you.

The eyes of Mu Lingzong and others turned into ashes.

Sect leader Lin Yucheng said bitterly:

"Everyone, we can only meet again in the next life."

Wang Shouren burst into tears.

Why, when their Wood Spirit Sect was about to rise, they encountered such a catastrophe.

Could it be that their Wood Spirit Sect really has no hope?

The other members of the Wood Spirit Sect also looked ashen.

They were caught by the devil and their cultivation was banned. They waited here for three days.

For three days, they had hopes, but at this moment, their hopes were dashed.

The senior didn't come.

Maybe that senior is no match for him either.

Lin Yucheng looked at the sky in the distance with complicated eyes.

No one else is to blame for this matter.

It's just that they are too weak.

Strength is king after all.

Fu Xueyun looked at everyone's frightened look, and he took a breath of satisfaction.

"Long time no see, the smell of fear."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

A giant palm with magic flames appeared in mid-air and slammed down heavily.

The monks watching nearby sighed.

I don't know whether they sighed because they couldn't see the sword cultivator, or whether they were sad because these innocent people suffered an unreasonable disaster and died.

Lin Wan clenched her fists so tightly that she didn't even notice her nails digging into her flesh.

A drop of blood slipped from her fingertips and fell to the ground.

Suddenly she saw a green light piercing the sky in front of her.

Many monks also saw it.

They couldn't believe it.

The swords on their bodies groaned.

It seems to be welcoming the return of the king.

"How is that possible!"

The faces of the monks who were watching were full of shock.

Above the Sword Valley, Lin Yucheng sat slumped on the ground with a face full of death, and suppressed him with a giant palm on his head.

His whole body was under unparalleled pressure, which made him feel suffocated.

The giant palm was only an inch away from him.

It can kill him in an instant.

At this moment, Lin Yucheng suddenly saw a green light streaking across the sky, heading towards Fu Xueyun with boundless power.

Lin Yucheng's eyes flashed with light for an instant.

Fu Xueyun also felt it.

He felt a feeling like a light on his back, and his spiritual sense jumped.

He felt the breath of death.

impossible!

Fu Xueyun thought and turned around suddenly.

Seeing him was the most unforgettable scene in my life.

A piece of green bamboo leaf flew towards him from a distance with a sword light.

He wanted to hide, but found that he seemed to be locked.

The fear that has nowhere to hide will be wrapped in a cloud of blood.

His whole body even started to tremble.

No!

impossible!

Fu Xueyun roared in his heart, then burned his blood essence and condensed a shield to block the sudden bamboo leaf.

The moment the shield was raised, Zhuye came to Fu Xueyun's eyes.

One end of the bamboo leaf touched his shield.