Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 159: Blood Soul Sword is Excited

After killing Zhou Yin, Zhang Xiaofan looked at Lin Jingyu and saw that a demon from the Demon Cult had fallen beside him, and there were still nine demons from the Demon Cult besieging him.

However, the Liuhe Mirror above Lin Jingyu's head emitted golden light, as solid as an extremely hard turtle shell.

Lin Jingyu completely let go of his defense, took light steps, and swung the magic sword in his hand to kill the nine demon sect monsters, allowing the nine demon sect monsters to attack him.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan asked:

"Jingyu, do you need my help?"

"Absolutely not necessary!" Lin Jingyu said proudly.

"Oh!" Zhang Xiaofan said, and the Liuhe Mirror on Lin Jingyu's head instantly flew back into Zhang Xiaofan's arms.

When the nine disciples of the Demon Sect saw that the Liuhe Mirror was no longer above Lin Jingyu's head, they instantly increased their offensive and besieged Lin Jingyu.

Because they knew that only by killing Lin Jingyu first could they deal with the more powerful Zhang Xiaofan.

Without the Liuhe Mirror, facing the siege of nine demons from the evil cult, Lin Jingyu suddenly felt a lot of pressure and was in danger. He was even cut in the back by a sword.

Seeing this, Lin Jingyu hurriedly shouted:
"Xiao Fan, help me quickly."

"Don't you want me to help you?" Zhang Xiaofan asked back.

Lin Jingyu was in even greater danger at this moment, and he quickly shouted:
"No, I need it, help me quickly."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan stepped on the Seven Stars and instantly came to Lin Jingyu's side, sweeping across with a sword.

A vast sword energy slashed out from the Blood Soul Sword, and the five demon cult monsters were instantly cut in half.

The remaining four demons from the evil cult were also seriously injured.

"escape!"

The four of them shouted in unison and fled in four different directions.

"Chase!"

Lin Jingyu shouted loudly and chased after a demon from a cult.

Halfway through the chase, he found that Zhang Xiaofan was not following him, so he quickly backed up to Zhang Xiaofan's side.

He still felt that he was much safer with Zhang Xiaofan.

"Hiss... It hurts so much!" Lin Jingyu felt the burning pain from the sword wound on his back. He glared at Zhang Xiaofan and said resentfully:

"Xiao Fan, why did you take away the Liuhe Mirror? I got cut by the sword."

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said:
"You can't see the rainbow without going through the storm. You can grow faster if you experience some life-and-death battles. Besides, didn't you say you didn't want my help? Isn't it what you want if I take away the Liuhe Mirror?"

Lin Jingyu: “…………”

Lin Jingyu was speechless for a moment, thinking to himself, I asked you not to join the battle, not to take away the Liuhe Mirror.

However, he felt that what Zhang Xiaofan said made sense. After the life-and-death battle just now, he felt that he had gained some new insights.

"Om..."

Suddenly, the Blood Soul Sword in Zhang Xiaofan's hand trembled, and a faint bloody glow appeared.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan looked at the corpse on the ground and instantly understood.

He could feel that the Blood Soul Sword was excited.

"Go!"

With his big hand opened, the Blood Soul Sword instantly flew into the air, and a devouring force rushed towards the twenty corpses.

The next moment, large amounts of blood gushed out of Zhou Yin and the other nineteen demon cult monsters, rushing towards the Blood Soul Sword in the air.

In just two breaths, the blood from the twenty corpses was completely devoured, the Blood Soul Sword shone with blood, and the murderous aura surged.

"return!"

Zhang Xiaofan let out a low shout, and the Blood Soul Sword flashed with blood, instantly flying back to Zhang Xiaofan's hand. As soon as he held it, the surging blood light on the sword converged.

Seeing this scene, Lin Jingyu swallowed and said:
"Xiao Fan, your sword is really weird."

"Also, I feel like it can understand human language, just like humans."

"Haha." Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said:

"My Blood Soul Sword was forged with the blood of the Blood Devouring Pearl and the Soul Capture Rod. They are both thousands of years old, and the Soul Capture Rod is even thousands of years old. Both have spirits." "After being forged with blood, its spirituality has increased greatly, just like a blood-sucking monster. If I hadn't suppressed you, and you were so close, it would have killed you and devoured your blood and essence."

"What? So weird?" Lin Jingyu was shocked and subconsciously looked at the Blood Soul Sword and said:

"Then you better take it carefully. I am your brother. If I die, you will have no brother."

"Ahem...Speaking of which, if you don't have this sword suppressed by you, if it comes to kill me and devour my essence and blood, can I stop it?"

Zhang Xiaofan heard this, thought for a moment and said:

"It seems that I can't beat him."

"Ahem!" Lin Jingyu coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment and murmured in a low voice:

"Damn it! I thought I was so talented, but I can't even beat a sword."

"Tap...tap...tap..."

At this time, a steady sound of footsteps was heard.

Zhang Xiaofan and the other man looked over and saw a tall old man with long hair, one black and one white, wearing a straw hat walking towards them.

Wan Jianyi looked at the corpse on the ground and Zhang Xiaofan who was safe and sound, and said:

"It seems that I came at the wrong time. My help is not needed here."

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and said with a smile:

"No, you came just in time."

Wan Jianyi was stunned for a moment, pointed at the corpse on the ground and said:
"You've killed all the people, what's the point of me coming here?"

"Well... I killed one." At this time, Lin Jingyu suddenly said.

Zhang Xiaofan patted Lin Jingyu's shoulder and said:
"My brother Lin Jingyu currently has no master and is in need of a master, so you came at the right time."

"Ah?" Lin Jingyu was stunned and exclaimed.

Zhang Xiaofan glared at Lin Jingyu and said:
"Ah what?"

"Hurry up and kneel down, kowtow and become my disciple. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again."

Hearing this, Lin Jingyu raised his head and chest, and said proudly:

"No, I, Lin Jingyu, am a proud person. How can I kneel down to someone so easily? Don't I have no shame?"

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan leaned over to Lin Jingyu's ear and said:

"He is the mysterious master who taught me the way of the sword three years ago. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have the sword skills I have today."

"What?" Lin Jingyu was shocked. He thought of Zhang Xiaofan's exquisite swordsmanship. His swordsmanship was not only handsome but also extraordinary. He had never seen anyone whose swordsmanship was better than Zhang Xiaofan's.

Even his master, Cangsong Zhenren, a master who has lived for more than 300 years, is not as good as Zhang Xiaofan in swordsmanship.

And since the mysterious old man in front of him can teach Zhang Xiaofan such wonderful sword skills, wouldn’t he himself be stronger?

At least, he is far better than his master Cangsong Zhenren.

Thinking of this, Lin Jingyu knelt down without hesitation, staring at Wan Jianyi with blazing eyes, and said loudly:

"Disciple Lin Jingyu, hello to the master!"

After saying that, he kowtowed three times.

Zhang Xiaofan's face twitched when he saw this, and he whispered:
"Damn, Jingyu, where is your pride just now?"

Lin Jingyu smiled awkwardly and whispered:
"Why do you need that thing? Can it be used to make a living? Besides, didn't you ask me to become your disciple? I have to listen to you."

Zhang Xiaofan gave Lin Jingyu a thumbs up and said:

"You are awesome, thick-skinned, and you can travel the world!"

Wan Jian looked at Lin Jingyu who was kneeling on the ground, then glared at Zhang Xiaofan and said:

"You kid, you really are giving me something to do."

"However, I have already told you that after I teach you as my disciple, I will no longer be in the mood to teach other disciples. But since you have begged me three or four times, I will reluctantly accept him as a registered disciple."

(End of this chapter)