Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 60: Evil Ghost Corpse Puppet
Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?
This poem "The Swordsman" by Jia Dao is a complete poem and literary treasure that Lu Zheng has successfully written.

The tremendous power it exudes is even greater than any other treasure Lu Zheng has used before.

But in an instant, the poetic culture on the cultural treasure shone like a beam of light towards Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng's body shook, his eyes became extremely sharp, and his whole aura suddenly changed, carrying a murderous aura.

With Lu Zheng's current proficiency in swordsmanship, he is not yet able to unleash sword energy.

But with the help of Wenbao, he seemed to have become a swordsman who had practiced sword for many years.

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, making bursts of sword sounds, the blade was sharp, and sword energy was intertwined.

Lu Zheng took a step forward, and his figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, with momentum like a rainbow, approaching the baboon.

The mandrill was startled and wanted to retreat.

However, in the blink of an eye, a sword beam was already approaching.

The mandrill glared, the blood in his body surged, and he rushed forward with a knife in both hands.

Lu Zheng's eyes were as calm as water. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword left an afterimage.

Swords collided with lightning.

Lu Zheng's long sword was filled with sharp sword energy, and it cut off the two swords of the baboon as easily as cutting tofu.

Then, another sword thrust forward.

The mandrill was horrified and quickly flew back.

However, the sharp sword energy still pierced the leather armor, leaving a wound on the baboon's chest, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.

It is said that Confucian and Taoist treasures are extraordinary, but the mandrill never expected that they would have such a great blessing.

Its pair of swords were not ordinary items. Just now, they could fight against Lu Zheng's sword head-on, but now they were easily destroyed by a single sword.

Feeling the pain in his chest and seeing that Lu Zheng was in high spirits, the mandrill turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Lu Zheng quickly chased after him.

Without the restraint of the robe, the mandrill moved much faster than before.

Lu Zheng is now full of energy and his speed has also increased.

A man and a demon were chasing each other, but they couldn't keep any distance from each other.

The mandrill was filled with shock and anger. It took out two black balls from its arms and threw them behind it.

The balls suddenly exploded in the air, and a black mist with an extremely foul smell spread out. The grass and trees that came into contact with the black mist quickly rotted.

Lu Zheng had been on guard against the mandrill's movements. When he saw the direction it was heading and something thrown at him, he was already alert and dodged, with a righteous spirit still lingering around him.

The black fog only barely hindered Lu Zheng's movements and could not cause any harm to him.

Lu Zheng continued to chase the mandrill. He felt that the power that Wen Bao had bestowed upon him was about to be exhausted.

Seeing that he was about to fall behind the mandrill, Lu Zheng took a deep breath, stomped his feet on the ground, suddenly exerted force with his whole body, swung his right arm vigorously, and threw the sword in his hand directly out.

The long sword was wrapped in sword energy and turned into a stream of light, heading towards the baboon.

The mandrill was so busy running that he had no time to check the situation behind him. He suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart and subconsciously moved to the side to avoid the attack.

This avoidance allowed the mandrill to avoid vital points.

The blade of the long sword brushed past the baboon's left arm, and the sword energy cut off a piece of flesh and nailed it to a big tree.

The mandrill grimaced in pain, covered its bleeding arm, and fled in panic.

Lu Zheng had almost exhausted all his strength, so he watched calmly as the mandrill gradually flew away and disappeared into the forest.

He took out a spirit stone and slowly absorbed it, pulled out the sword nailed to the tree, and followed the traces left by the mandrill.

……

The mandrill was in a panic and fled all the way back to his cave.

It hurriedly dug out some medicine and applied it to the wounds. "Damn scholar!"

The mandrill applied medicine to the wound and managed to stop the bleeding.

It gasped in pain, never expecting that after so many years of practice, it would be made so miserable by a scholar.

After bandaging the wound simply, the mandrill found a sharp knife and a bone whistle and blew it.

A gust of cold wind blew from the depths of the cave.

One after another, evil spirits with bloodshot eyes appeared in front of the mandrill.

The mandrill grinned and said, "Children, follow me to kill the enemy!"

The mandrill knew that Lu Zheng would not let it go easily, and it would probably find this place based on the bloodstains and footprints it left behind.

Instead of waiting to die, it is better to take advantage of the fact that Lu Zheng has exhausted a lot of energy and then fight back.

The mandrill swallowed a few more pills, and returned with a large group of ghosts in a menacing manner to look for Lu Zheng.

At this time, Lu Zhengzheng was following the traces left by the mandrill, walking slowly in the mountains.

Suddenly, he vaguely heard some unusual noises coming from the front.

Lu Zheng couldn't help but stop and stare at the front.

After a while, there was a shaking in the forest.

A large group of ferocious ghosts, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, approached Lu Zheng.

Behind the ghost, the mandrill had an extremely gloomy expression, staring at Lu Zheng with strong hatred in his eyes.

Lu Zheng raised his eyebrows. Is he trying to use these evil spirits to consume his strength?
That's really... great!

Seeing a large group of evil spirits attacking, Lu Zheng did not panic at all and remained calm.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, let me send you into the cycle of reincarnation..."

There was a hint of compassion in Lu Zheng's eyes, but he was ruthless in his attack.

The long sword in his hand slashed towards the evil spirits with righteousness.

A weaker evil spirit can be killed with one sword, but a stronger evil spirit cannot withstand a few sword strikes.

In just a few breaths, Lu Zheng easily killed several evil spirits.

The remaining evil spirits also knew how powerful Lu Zheng was, so they just flew around and surrounded Lu Zheng in the center, not daring to get too close.

At this moment, a tall figure rushed over.

Lu Zheng's eyes moved. The person coming was not a baboon, but a corpse covered in armor, exuding a strong evil aura.

Zombies? Corpse puppets? Lu Zheng was slightly surprised. This mandrill not only raised ghosts, but also could refine corpses. He didn't know where it learned all these skills.

The tall corpse puppet's movements were a little stiff, but its speed was not slow, and it soon came in front of Lu Zheng.

He punched Lu Zheng hard, with great force and a cold and murderous aura.

Lu Zheng reacted quickly, dodged sideways, and stabbed the corpse puppet with his sword.

The sword blade cut the corpse puppet's arm, and suddenly a string of sparks appeared, emitting a sharp sound of metal and stone.

The corpse puppet was unharmed and waved its arms to attack Lu Zheng again.

Lu Zheng frowned and quickly stepped back to keep some distance.

The corpse puppet's hard arm hit a nearby tree as thick as a leg, breaking it directly.

Not far away, the mandrill laughed sinisterly and said, "This is no ordinary zombie. It seems your sword isn't sharp enough, scholar!"

This corpse puppet is its trump card.

If it didn't feel it was not confident in dealing with Lu Zheng, it wouldn't have released this thing.

The mandrill stood there holding a knife, not in a hurry to fight Lu Zheng, just waiting for Lu Zheng to run out of strength.

(End of this chapter)