Campus belle's cultivation master

The battle of the Heavenly Master started, and the surging Lingli waves were raging, as if countless heavy artillery shells were bombarding the two sides of the Qingjiang River. The rumbling sound of explosion resounds between heaven and earth, and can be heard clearly dozens of miles away.

The ordinary people in Qingzhou City seem to wake up from their sleep and take to the streets in a panic. They look up at the sky in the direction of the suspension bridge and stare at the huge mushroom cloud exploded from the flat ground. They are sweating and gaping

"What... What's going on? Where did it explode? I have to call my girlfriend in a hurry

"Can't you test missiles? It's dangerous to be so close to the city! "

"I don't know. I just heard the taxi driver say that the road leading to the suspension bridge has been blocked by the military..."

Ordinary people are too far away from the world of cultivation, which is not only their luck, but also their misfortune. These people are just like babies who are protected by their mothers. They are carefree and indulged in the dream of peace and prosperity. They don't realize that this beautiful country has just gone through a catastrophe, a life and death crisis.

The whole land of China, tens of thousands of people, many ordinary people to make a living. The world is full of prosperity. The world is bustling, all for the benefit.

Missile tests, earthquakes and tsunamis, or the visions of heaven and earth, are just a small episode in ordinary life, which can only serve as a conversation after dinner. It will neither become happiness to ease people's anxiety, nor money to enrich people's pockets.

Nothing has changed, time is still passing, and life is going on.

However, in Qingzhou, West Shandong, on the banks of Qingjiang River and on the hanging shadow bridge, there are some heavenly masters fighting in blood and falling in fierce collision.

They are the gods in the eyes of ordinary people and the supreme masters. But today, they are heading for the abyss of death.

Both sides of the people and horses all killed red eyes, fought to death, no one left a hand.

This is a fierce battle that vows to kill the other party!

With his hands on his back, Lin Yu walked through the bloody and stormy battlefield. His face was ancient and his whole body was spotless.

For a long time, the Chinese practitioners of cultivation of truth have been idle, focusing only on the cultivation of immortals, regardless of the suffering of the common people, and even many people have reached the point of "no love, no kindness, no virtue". If this war can bring out the blood that has been sealed up for a long time, even if there is a sacrifice and a price today, it is totally worth it!

Blood in the side, roar in the ear. Lin Yu lowered his head slowly, staring at the soft soil mixed with ice under his feet in the impact of air waves, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This piece of land may not be perfect, but there are always some things worthy of life to protect in the country of mountains and rivers, relatives and friends. To give up these is to give up the meaning of being human.

Even if Wu Dao ascends the peak and looks down on the earth, it turns into a cold stone. What's the meaning of immortality?

When you wake up and look at the sword, you should know that there is no regret in this life and your blood is not cold

Bang!

Canghai door owner Feng Cangsong fell over, mouth bleeding, described as embarrassed.

"Damn Dongyi dog! Day you fairy board He changed his former gentleness and scolded like a shrew. He was furious and said, "I have to kill you today..."

As soon as he turned his head, he noticed that Lin Yu was standing quietly behind him. He immediately stopped yelling and scolding. He shook the dust on his clothes and opened his mouth in embarrassment: "Lin... Lin Xianshi..."

Lin Yu glanced at him and asked casually, "what's the matter?"

Feng Cangsong grinned and wiped the scarlet blood on the corner of his mouth. He replied: "it's too strong. I can't beat it!"

Lin Yu was a little speechless, and his master was like a dragon or a Phoenix. It was bullshit. The master of heaven is also a human being. If he loses a battle, he will only talk like a mad dog, without any manners.

"Waste, what's the use of you." He didn't scold, reached into his arms, pulled out a palm sized spirit sword, shook in the air, spread three feet long, and threw it out with disgust, "go! If you don't win again, cut yourself off! "

This spirit sword was given by Zhang Biyao, the holy daughter of Tianlan. It was elaborately refined by yuan Luochen, the leader of Tianlan. Its power can't be underestimated. Lin Yu didn't like it, but a Yao couldn't bear to refuse, so he took it with him. He didn't think it would be useful today.

The spirit sword swept across the air, and the sound of "Qiang" fell on the ground, humming and shaking, emitting the fierce and fierce spirit of killing.

"Give it to me?" Feng Cangsong's eyes widened and he was as happy as a maniac.

It's a magic weapon refined by the demigod. Tianjiao Lin Zixuan doesn't like it, but it's an immeasurable holy product for them!

"In accordance with master Lin Xian's decree, I went to kill that Dongyi dog! If you can't kill him, old Feng will come to see you! " Feng Cangsong was full of energy. He stretched out his hand to pull up the spirit sword and stepped on the ground to face the sky. The magnificent light of the sword seemed to pour down from heaven to earth! Dongyi beast! Die

Lin Yu watched Feng Cang let go of his spirit sword and fight bravely. He beat the enemy Dongyi strongman back and forth and vomited blood. Then he nodded with satisfaction.

He shouldered his hands again, and continued to walk slowly as if he were walking leisurely.

Although the war between the two sides is so fierce, everyone knows that he is not easy to be provoked, and all the strong Dongyi people are far away from him, and dare not touch the bad luck.

Boom!

A shadow came back and plowed a huge deep gully on the ground, spreading to several meters in front of Lin Yu.

Du Shenggu, the bloody iron headmaster, was lying on his back, with a ferocious wound running through his chest. His flesh turned out and his blood flowed like a stream. He could not live.

"Grandfather! Grandfather Li Jiaqian staggers to the front and falls down on her knees. Her tears are like broken beads, quietly across the dirty and bloodstained pretty beauty face. "It's all for me, you're all for protecting me..."

Du Shenggu vomits blood and has a hoarse voice: "the Ju clan has been destroyed, only you and my grandson are left to depend on each other. If you don't protect you, who should you protect..."

Li Jiaqian threw away her sword, fell down in front of Du Shenggu and cried. If it had not been for her grandfather who helped her block the gas blade from the Dongyi Heavenly Master, she would have been killed on the spot.

"Grandfather, grandfather! Wu Wu Wu, Jia qian can't bear you, you don't want to die... "Li Jia Qian shrugged her shoulders and suddenly felt a person standing behind her. She shuddered and instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword and quickly twisted her head.

Lin Yu's expressionless face was reflected in his moist eyes