I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 733 Feixian (seeking subscription monthly pass)

This open space was originally the market of Jiejiang Station.

It was originally a bazaar full of fireworks, but it has become a place of execution and purgatory where corpses are piled up and human heads are piled up like mounds.

In the sound of gentle footsteps, everyone turned their heads.

What caught my eye was a pair of clean white and dust-free shoes, stepping on a pool of blood, walking slowly.

This man not only has white shoes.

A robe is white, as white as snow.

The hands are white, and the face is also white.

It is not morbidly pale, but crystal clear and plump like white jade.

White as the moon above the night sky.

The slim figure and straight shoulders are like a sharp sword.

A luxurious crown of white beads tied a head of black hair.

He walked very lightly and slowly.

The snow-white shoes and socks are more eye-catching when stepping on the pool of blood flowing in the streets.

Like a flying fairy who is not stained with mortal dust, he came to this purgatory on earth.

The graceful and luxurious body, the dusty brows and the hint of disdain, make him feel like a king visiting other lands.

"Who, who are you!"

A general shouted sternly.

He is the lieutenant general of this army.

The head fell to the ground just now was the chief general of their Pingtian Army.

The main general was killed. Logically, he should have taken over the military power and killed the thief immediately.

But I don't know why, this person is full of grace, with a hidden meaning of being out of the world, and his retribution is extraordinary, but there is something about him that makes him afraid.

It made him tremble involuntarily, and he couldn't even speak smoothly.

The lieutenant general also said that the general's death was too sudden and easy just now.

The man in the official robe was also looking at this person in surprise.

"Where is Fang Renjie?"

The man ignored the words and gazes of others, and just asked indifferently.

His voice is very magnetic, as if there is a kind of magic power, people can't help but listen to it, and even obey it.

The lieutenant general was also like this, and he couldn't help but follow the other party's words: "Go to the head of the sky, go to the great compassion..."

Halfway through the speech, he suddenly came back to his senses, startled, angry and frightened.

"Where is the demon! How dare you use sorcery to mess with our army!"

"Boys, kill this monster to avenge the general!"

The deputy general didn't dare to say another word to this strange person, and ordered loudly.

With an order, all the soldiers did not hesitate, they roared and killed them.

These people used to be bandits in the green forest in the north, and they made a living by licking blood with knives. After the incident, they even killed all the way here. They all had at least a dozen lives in their hands, and they were all fierce and bloodthirsty. How can one be bluffed by a human head?
If it wasn't for the fact that this head belonged to their general, it would have been chopped up by them long before this person appeared.

"Borrow a sword?"

A group of thieves rushed up like wolves and tigers, but they just looked at the man in the official robe calmly.

The man in the official robe looked dazed, but he had already involuntarily handed over his sword.

The man took the sword, weighed it, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly: "Good sword."

For some reason, this faint praise made the man in the official robe feel very happy, even a little honored, and subconsciously said: "Thank you."

Immediately something doesn't feel right.

A good sword is a good sword. Although he is a literati, he is also proficient in various arts of Confucianism. It is a common courtesy for Confucian scholars to wear swords.

Although his sword is a sacrificial weapon, it is also a killing weapon.

It was the famous sword in the world presented to him by a big man when he entered the Jade Dragon Book, so it is naturally a good sword.

Do you need to say it?

After all, he is also a famous man in the world on the Jade Dragon Book, and he has arrogance in his heart.

He felt that it was inappropriate to be flattered, and wanted to refute, but the next moment, he was stopped by a sword light that was astonishing to the extreme.

It's a long story, but it's just a few breaths.

Those thieves had already covered up and killed them from all directions.

Like a tide, rushing up to three zhang in front of that person, only to see this person holding a sword in one hand, and he just pushed lightly with his thumb.

"Om~!"

Hearing the crisp sound of the sword's cry, a bright sword light suddenly appeared.

The sword light was dim, and the sword energy was desolate, like white clouds surging above the mountains, spreading with the cold and frosty air from the sky.

Faintly, the youth in official robes actually seemed to see an immortal in white flying down from the Nine Heavens, holding a long sword in his hand, and piercing the sea of ​​clouds with his sword.

The sword light is like a horse, like a flying rainbow, pouring down from the nine heavens to the earth.

Both fast and fast.

He couldn't describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, nor could he catch up with the speed of this sword.

He was sure that there were not many people in the world who could describe the brilliance of this sword with such talent.

This sword is already a sword that does not belong to the world.

It is the thunder that descended from the wrath of heaven.

It is a fairy in the sky, a sword in the sky.

One sword to fly immortals, one sword to fly immortals.

This room was amazed.

Also cleansed this piece of purgatory.

When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, there was no one standing in front of him except him.

Hundreds of bandits lay on the ground.

From the forehead to the chin, there was a faint bloodstain on the face.

Without exception.

Dozens of miles away from here.

Countless refugees are sitting and lying beside the road, mourning everywhere.

Eight big men in brocade clothes carried a large plain brocade chair, on which sat a young man who seemed sick.

There are also eight delicate and beautiful maids on the side.

With such a gorgeous ostentation, walking among the refugees is quite conspicuous.

For these refugees, they are not royal relatives, but also noble sons, great nobles

Wherever he went, the refugees saluted and even kowtowed to him one after another.

However, they are not afraid of his power and cruel means, but grateful for his kindness.

Not long ago, they witnessed with their own eyes that this noble young man, who seemed sick and weak, slaughtered a group of elite soldiers like wolves and tigers with his hands.

They survived.

Lin Shushu sat on the big chair, listening to the voices of gratitude to him from all around, with a reserved face, but very grateful in his heart.

Just as he was about to order the sword attendant to find some food to give to these refugees, suddenly his sword eyebrows raised, and he looked towards one side, his eyes full of surprise.

There seemed to be a flash of lightning just now, and after dozens of miles, there was a moment of darkness all around.

But it didn't really darken, but because of the brilliance of this electric light, it was an illusion that everything in the void was eclipsed.

"Flying Immortal...?"

Lin Shushu's eyes couldn't hide the surprise, but there was also a hint of doubt.

This is clearly a sword light.

It was very similar to the Flying Immortal He had seen before, but it was not the same.

But no matter the lofty intent of the sword or the power of the sword, it far surpassed those two boys Jiang Zhou and Chu Liuxiang.

Only such a sword can truly be called Flying Immortal.

It is a real swordsmanship that does not belong to the world!

Lin Shushu's eyes began to glow with excitement.

The hands on his knees trembled involuntarily.

A big man in brocade clothes couldn't help but said, "Master, is that...?"

"It's him, it must be him..."

Lin Shushu excitedly said: "The god of swords that boy Chu said...!"

The God of the Sword, the God of the Sword...

That sword just now is really worthy of the god of swords!
"Hahahaha!"

He suddenly laughed: "It really didn't take much effort to come here. I thought I would have to wait another two years for the Longhua Conference to see my true face. I didn't expect him to come here by himself!"

"Come on!"

　Just a few words, this period of time has been very bad, it’s not that I don’t want to be fast, writing this number of words, every step is very difficult... This is why many authors are weak in succession, while maintaining daily updates, It is really not easy to ensure the quality as much as possible. The content that readers can read in 2 minutes may be written by the author after hours or even a whole day of scratching his head (the tentacle monster is not human. I won’t talk about it, I’m really envious!)…I have been working hard to write this book well, and I have never thought of giving up, so for the time being, I can’t get up soon, and many brothers may not be able to bear it With the current rhythm, there is no way, I can only keep updating and try my best to maintain the quality.

　　In fact, I am more aware of my own problems. I have been writing for several years, but this book is my first attempt at originality. I lack experience and the spread is too large. Although it will not collapse, it is inevitable to make a choice Concerning one thing and losing another, lack of rhythm, this is the main reason for my cavin...

　　Well, let me just talk about my feelings about writing, I still have to work hard to get through this hurdle.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)