Campus belle's cultivation master

The pain is all over the body, and the cold wind blows from Zhuang Shu's ear. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the glaring edge of the sword.

After eight years of painstaking efforts, he finally refined this sword and named it Jiaolong. In those countless days and nights, he had more than one fantasy, holding this sword to sweep the world and shine all over the world.

But now, the dragon sword, which had been refined and sacrificed, ran to his own neck.

Zhuang Shu's spirit completely collapsed. How could he expect that Jiaolong sword was born to be sacrificed with the life of the sword maker?

It shouldn't be like this. He should have cut Lin Zixuan with his sword and held up the head of the waste to see his younger martial Sister Zhang Biyao sobbing and grieving, so as to relieve his resentment. He should have been worshipped by the practitioners from all over the world, and let them know who is the real pride of heaven

Zhuang Shu's mind is lost and his seven orifices are bleeding. His face was dark and twisted like a ferocious devil. He opened his mouth and roared, "no!"

This word has become the most famous one of Tianlan sect's disciples in the world.

"You know that sword can kill people, but you don't know that sword has no intention." Lin Yu coldly dropped this sentence, turned his wrist and smashed the sword body.

Bang!

Dragon sword, cold light crisscross.

The round head on Zhuang Shu's neck was immediately snapped into pieces, with pieces of meat, bone, blood and brain flying, pouring into the sky and the earth, and the headless corpse crashing down.

The top of Tu mountain, the first Celestial Master of Huajing, falls!

Tens of thousands of practitioners looked up at the headless corpse falling from the sky and fell into a pool of meat mud on the 800 meter star picking platform. Their cheeks were as white as paper and they were silent.

No one expected such a sight. In the face of the proud son of heaven, Lin Zixuan, the great disciple of Tianlan sect and the gifted man of Huajing, still had no strength to fight back and died on the spot!

When you think about it, the world will be shocked. Who can be the enemy?

Many of the martial arts strongmen were trembling and bowed their heads to wipe sweat. They no longer looked ridiculed and ridiculed, but turned into deep fear. Even dozens of heavenly masters at the banquet could not help but shrink their necks and soften their knees.

The wolves, who are ready to move and wait for the opportunity, cold their hearts and blood, and then make waves of uneasy and panic

"Oh, my God, the master of heaven who is like a dragon and a phoenix will be killed if he says so..."

"It's not a crack on the main road. How could it be so strong?"

"I'm really proud of myself. I almost rushed up just now. It's very dangerous..."

Chuang Shu, the eldest disciple of Tianlan sect, with his own life, opened the way for the practitioners in the world.

If you cut it with internal force, you can enter the realm of transformation; If you cut it, you can be born. These two 16 words are full of temptation, but you must have the qualification first

If you can't do it, you'll stretch your neck and give your head to Lin Zixuan for nothing. In the end, you'll get a laughing stock.

The surging waves gradually dissipated, and the sky was clear and bright again.

Thousands of Tianlan sect's disciples, with their faces full of sadness, knelt down around the headless corpses in the center, whimpering one after another

"Elder martial brother! Elder martial brother

The eldest disciple Zhuang Shu was killed on the 800 meter star picking platform, which is the shame of Tianlan immortal sect and thousands of Tianlan disciples! It's a bitter feud!

Hu gongfeng led the people to get close, staring at the body with broken bones, broken tendons and blurred flesh. His face was livid, and he raised his face to the high platform and slowly shook his head.

"Elder martial brother!" Kong Wu, the deacon, was paralyzed to the ground. He was even more frightened and trembled like chaff.

Last night, I saw Zhuang Shu's arrogance and arrogance, but he turned into a headless corpse in the blink of an eye. It's too bad. It's too bad!

On the high platform, the patriarch yuan Luochen slowly closed his eyes and sighed.

Martial arts fight, step on the corpse and walk, under his seat, this gifted disciple, is defeated after all!

Many elders, headed by Gongsun Zhong, were all stunned. After standing for a long time, they couldn't make a sound.

Holding the dragon sword in hand, Lin Yu's feet soared in the air and fell lightly on the star picking platform. His face was as calm as ever.

"Sir!" Zhang Biyao was too busy to get close to her. Her plump chest fluctuated violently due to her heart shaking. "You... You... Are so powerful."

She is the only traitor of Tianlan sect when many elders and deacons lament the fall of Zhuang Shu.

"Saint Hu gongfeng turned his head and yelled angrily, "this son just killed the eldest disciple of Tianlan sect. How can you..."

Zhang Biyao turned her big white eyes: "it's better to die than to be skilled. You've come together to bully my man. Why can't you take his life from Zhuang? It's his own fault. He deserves it

Hu Gong's mouth was wide open and speechless.

No way. Tianlan sect is really unreasonable. Zhuang Shu takes the initiative to challenge and wants to kill Lin Zixuan's sword to testify. Now, who can blame him?

"Tianlan is the most powerful martial arts player in China. Don't lose first, then lose face!" Zhang Biyao's cold eyes swept the whole room, and her tone was cold. "Hu Gong, you'd better be careful in your words and deeds, so as not to make people think that Tianlan Xianzong can't afford to lose!"

Hu gongfeng's body suddenly stagnated, so he had to suppress his anger. He arched his hand and stepped back half a step: "please obey the instructions of the saint."

Yuan Luochen, the Patriarch on the high platform, couldn't help blackening his face when he heard these words. There's no one to turn your elbow out like this.

But his apprentice said that every sentence was reasonable, and even he could not refute it.

Zhang Biyao finally put down the battle, pulled the corner of her lip to Lin Yu's side, and said cautiously: "Sir, my master is very powerful. Take it easy..."

Lin Yu raised his hand to touch the back of the young girl's head and asked with a smile, "is Mr. strong?"

"Strong! It's too strong! " Without hesitation, Zhang Biyao thumbed up and nestled in his arms. The star's eyes were full of worship. "Hum, I knew that Mr. a Yao was so strong, so I don't have to worry about it."

Lin Yu lowered his head and gazed at the delicate pretty face close at hand. "Do you know why I am strong?"

"Er..." Zhang Biyao's big black-and-white eyes turned, full of pride. "It's no use asking. Mr. Zhang is the son of heaven and the evil doer of Xiuzhen. Of course, she is so strong."

"Hehe, you are wrong." Lin Yu low sneer, cold eyes look around in all directions, from the audience that look complex cheek swept.

Then, holding the dragon sword in his hand and with a clear voice, he slowly uttered a sentence that blew up the whole audience

"The reason why I am so strong is that all of you here are filthy rubbish!"