Swordsman of the World

Chapter 124
"Fuck me, brother, wait for me, don't abandon me, I gave you a demonic energy, hey, hey, you bastard, why are you screaming and walking away."

Yang Dong walked in the dark while enduring the buzzing in his ears.

Your sister, I'm right in front of you, and you still say I'm leaving?

In fact, Mo Xiaolang can't be blamed, after all, Yang Dong accidentally cultivated the eyes of the sky, and can adapt to the dark, like a cat, but Mo Xiaolang's eyes are darkened, and he runs on instinct, naturally panicking.

"Don't make noise, I'm going to leave you behind, I don't care about you, just follow." Yang Dong scolded in a low voice.

Yang Dong took the path last time, and soon ran to an open place, which was very close to the edge of the wood spirit tribe.

Here, it was blocked!

Yang Dong remembered that the last time he came here, he encountered the son of the patriarch of the Wood Spirit clan having an affair with others here, and the path that could accommodate one person was blocked.

It is very likely that it was arranged by the hundred-year-old great swordsman last time.

The plan can't keep up with the change.

Mo Xiaolang patted the block of ice blocking the way, and sighed: "Dead end? Brother, what should I do? I don't want to die young, and I want to avenge my parents. You should find a way."

Yang Dong was also anxious, gritted his teeth, and followed footsteps behind him. He didn't know which side it was from. He knew it would be dangerous if he didn't leave.

Yang Dong's heart was hardened, he gave the Lightning Escape Talisman to Mo Xiaolang, and said, "Hurry up and leave."

"You!" Mo Xiaolang said in surprise: "Didn't you say that there is only one Thunder Escape Talisman left? Give it to me?"

Yang Dong nodded: "I can't miss this opportunity to enter the Wood Spirit Clan. Even if I'm caught, I'll admit it. It's good if you can leave. Don't make a mistake this time."

Mo Xiaolang bit his lip gratefully, but he didn't take it, and said, "Do you think I look like someone who left my brother alone to survive?"

"Like." Yang Dong nodded very seriously.

"Damn it, you fucking, I'm so brave and handsome, I don't look like anywhere else." Mo Xiaolang scolded with a smile.

The footsteps became louder and louder, but when they saw someone coming, the two of them were very surprised. It was not a member of the Wood Spirit Clan or that Sword Sect, but a dog.

"Woo~!" The contracted monster, with white fur and fangs, is as strong as a pony, with scarlet eyes, sniffing its nose, staring at Mo Xiaolang intently.

Roar, the big dog roared and rushed towards Mo Xiaolang.

Mo Xiaolang was so frightened that he immediately hid behind Yang Dong, exclaiming: "I am so handsome, why did you bite me? Brother save me."

Yang Dong hurriedly raised his epee to block the block, and at the same time, the Star Sword was drawn out, cutting towards the animal's opening. At the same time, under the control of the invisible evil spirit, the transparent short sword also stabbed at its left eye.

Swish, two claw marks, sharp as a sword, grabbed the epee fiercely.

The powerful impact forced Yang Dong back, and then hit the wall, but he only felt his back go soft, nothing happened.

"Uh~!" Mo Xiaolang hid behind Yang Dong just now, but this time he bumped into him and became a backstop.

He bowed, covered his crotch, and jumped left and right in pain, his face flushed, and he said pitifully: "Yang Dong, you bastard, you must have done it on purpose, my lifeblood, ah, it hurts."

How could Yang Dong care about him, the Xingchen sword cut on the white dog's hair, but it didn't cut open.

The transparent dagger didn't pierce its eyeball either.

The defense is too strong!
Whose monster pet is this?

Suddenly, the white dog's eyes lit up, becoming agile and human.

It spit out the words: "Hehe, the fish that slipped through the net came here, hum, if you are interested, you should surrender, or you will kill both of them."

It seems that there is a certain secret method of connection between the spiritual pet and the master.

"Leng Yetian?" Yang Dong asked tentatively.

"Huh? How do you know the old man's name?" The white dog let out a human-like anger.

After getting the exact answer, Yang Dong just shut up, so as not to tell him his identity, since his true self didn't come, he probably was interested in the Wood Spirit Clan!

Of course, he wouldn't have any big problems as a sword sect, but when the sword sect of the wood spirit clan came back to his senses, his death time had also arrived.

"Ha!" Yang Dong swung his left and right swords in the narrow underground space. This white dog is as strong as it is strong, comparable to ordinary great sword masters.

It is estimated that Leng Yetian is just looking for people because of his sense of smell.

roar~!

The white dog spat out blue flames, and sprayed them over.

Yang Dong hurriedly sacrificed the Devouring Sword Soul to resist. After the epee merged with the Devouring Sword Soul, it continuously absorbed the flames.

Swallowing the sword soul will soon give you a feeling of fullness, this is the critical point of receiving damage, and it probably has the power of a sword master's initial blow.

But Devouring Sword Soul withstood it.

This is also thanks to Yang Dong breaking through the sword master late stage.

"Ahhh!" Yang Dong took the initiative to rush up, swiped the epee, and slashed in the air!
The star sword in his left hand also exploded with madly compressed sword energy in an instant, pointing to nothingness.

Hum, the two swords attack at the same time, the nothingness sword energy is silent, but it is attracted by the blue ghost flame that is sent back.

The white dog rushed forward, trying to throw Yang Dong directly, which completely ignored Yang Dong's attack.

Soon this stupid dog knew how wrong it was, and nothingness drew a long sword mark on its body with a finger and a sword, and blood spattered.

The epee was even mixed with the flames it spewed out, and when it charged directly, the roaring fire blew it away.

Huh, huh, huh, Yang Dong's breathing became heavy, and he used two earth-level sword skills at the same time, which finally had some effect, but the white dog was not dead yet.

Aww~!

The white dog rushed forward again, its fangs opened, and its speed was even faster than before.

Ding, the transparent short sword on Yang Dong's chest that has been driving has blocked its teeth.

Woohoo, the white dog didn't bite Yang Dong's neck. It was very strange. He paced back and forth, feeling that this human being was a bit tricky.

Yang Dong was in a cold sweat from fright, this demon spirit is too powerful.

Swish, the Xingchen Sword was lifted slightly, Yang Dong took a deep breath, and the sword image and mental method of the heart-refining sword evolved in his mind.

In his hand, he was frantically compressing the sword energy, fused with his own solid sword intent, and the finger of nothingness was ready to go.

Whoosh, one person and one dog rushed towards each other at the same time.

Pfft, Yang Dong's entire right arm was bitten by the white dog, causing his eyes to widen in pain.

But in Yang Dong's left hand, the Star Sword was shining with golden light, the sword energy was majestic, and the Star Sword Formation exploded!
"Break it!" Yang Dong roared violently, deafening.

If this sword didn't cut off the dog's head, Yang Dong would be seriously injured.

However, the star sword that absorbed the star boulders was even sharper than before. With Yang Dong's ground-level sword skills, the compressed sword energy suddenly burst out and became sharper.

Blood spilled from the sword, and the dead body of the white dog was in a different place.

Somewhere far away in the ground, Leng Yetian instantly felt that his spiritual pet lost his senses, his head hurt, and he yelled out.

"That kid? Killed my long-haired dog? That hair is harder than black iron."

"Ordinary great sword masters can't pierce his hair?"

"Forget it, maybe the dharma sword is not an ordinary dharma weapon. How come there are some Tu tribes in this secret realm, who are still abnormally young, and there are so many essences of Taiyi Shenmu in their waist pockets. Hehehe, we can sweep them away."

After Leng Yetian was excited, he swept cold corpses on the ground coldly. The one at his feet was the hundred-year-old great swordsman of the Wood Spirit Clan who had met Yang Dong back then.

Not long ago, the guards guarding the edge of the Wood Spirit Clan were all easily killed by Leng Yetian.

"Tsk tsk, let's put aside the matter of that kid in the Bone Dao Palace for now." Leng Yetian said to himself, then turned to look at Ao Guang and the others. These people were kidnapped by Leng Yetian, and they dared not move .

Leng Yetian waved at those people and asked, "Do you know what is the mystery of the secret realm here? Also, is Yang Dongke among you?"

Yang Dong?Hua Guzi and the others were all surprised, while Ao Guang and the others shook their heads, expressing their ignorance.

"Senior, I really just picked up the map and came to explore the secret realm. I really don't know where to offend senior. Besides, Yang Dong is from the Palace of Bone Bone Dao. He has a long-standing feud with our Tianzhu Sword Sect, and he will not fight with him at all. Come and explore together." Ao Guang said very respectfully.

Knowing that Yang Dong had also entered the secret realm, Hua Guzi was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, his expression was cloudy.

Leng Yetian stroked his beard, and said: "Since there is a sect, I will let you go. This secret realm belongs to me now. None of you are allowed to step in, otherwise don't blame me."

"Yes, yes, yes." Ao Guang and the others escaped unharmed, so how dare they make any demands?One by one immediately retreated.

Exiting at Sanchakou, Leng Yetian looked at a step below and pinched a waist pocket in his hand, his eyes were full of greed.

He suddenly realized: "Where's that girl Yang Xue? Forget it, if you die, you will die, and the essence of the Taiyi Shenmu is more important. There are as many sword masters in this Tu tribe as Jiutuan, hahaha, earned .”

Yang Dong thought that after killing the white dog, Leng Yetian would come soon, but after waiting for a while, he didn't come, which was too unexpected, and the words he had prepared to fool him were useless.

Where did Yang Dong think of Leng Yetian, he had already found something exciting, and he was no longer interested in him and Mo Xiaolang.

It is true that if you were any sword sect, you would not think that Yang Dong, a sword master, could escape anywhere, but you would be more enthusiastic about the essence of Taiyi Shenmu.

Yang Dong didn't know what happened to him, so he used spiritual healing techniques to treat the wound simply, and combined with his own self-healing ability, the injury quickly healed.

Afterwards, he and Mo Xiaolang have been desperately attacking the ice wall blocking the path.

Fortunately, the ice wall was not very solid, cracks gradually appeared in the ice wall, and finally broke through the ice wall before the two were exhausted.

Mo Xiaolang panted, "Brother, where are we going? Why didn't Leng Yetian come after us?"

Yang Dong touched his sweat, threw out two pieces of clothes, and said, "I don't know, run for your life. These are the clothes of the Wood Spirit Tribe, change them on, quickly."

After changing their clothes, the two walked along an underground passage, one behind the other, and walked all the way to the edge of the Wood Spirit Clan, a tombstone.

Yang Dong popped his head quietly, and saw the lantern plant, a green grass field, and there was no one around.

When the two went out to the cemetery, Yang Dong warned: "Little wolf, you will mix into the Wood Spirit Clan later, maybe you don't know what the Wood Spirit Clan is, anyway, they all speak Wenchuan dialect, if you don't know how to speak it, just pretend to be dumb All right."

Mo Xiaolang snorted, looked at Yang Dong, touched his head again, and muttered: "We have different hairstyles, can this be deceiving?"

(End of this chapter)