Clash Of The Sword Titans

Transporting flying swords, killing people in the air, the scene of the'good show' just now seemed chic, but in fact it was more reluctant and dangerous than when Shen Fangge was defeated.

Lien Chan had dozens of loose repairs, and the weakest was Ting Lei Peak. The six mine ponds in his body were squeezed crazily, and they were almost on the verge of drying up at any time.And that flying sword skill that looked extremely fierce was the'feat' that Lu Li could accomplish only after holding his last breath and fighting the consequences of heavy damage to the viscera.

He is now half leaning on the rock, exhausting the last bit of strength.

The broken leg warrior was silent, although he noticed that the young man beside him was already exhausted, but he still did not dare to do it.

The bravery of the martial artist between life and death is a bit heavier than the cultivation base.

A warrior who has been smashed with courage is no different from a fierce beast whose minions have been cut off.

Of course, if he dares to do something, Lu Li, who has quietly opened the attribute panel and improved his physique, will let him know what is more terrifying resilience than monsters.

The extreme squeeze of the six mine ponds is likely to damage the foundation.But at this moment, Lu Li only felt that his whole body was relaxed, and there was no regret or regret.

He was even in the mood to chat with the martial artist around him, and said in a relaxed tone: "Do you regret taking the path of the magic door warrior?"

The broken leg warrior was silent for a moment, then hung his head and said: "The right way, the magic way, is there any difference?"

"The martial artist is a road that goes against the sky, no matter what cultivation technique you practice, it is ultimately a struggle. Fighting against the sky, against the earth, against people, for resources, exercises, martial arts, and even practicing blessed land..."

"Strive to win, go further, fight to lose, and never recover."

With that, the broken leg warrior seemed to feel that he had said some nonsense, and shook his head after a pause, "I haven't regretted it."

"It's okay if you don't regret it, otherwise you will look like you regretted before you die. Although I won't be soft, but I feel uncomfortable." Lu Li laughed a few times.

With this smile, he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

There is no way, even if the level of physique increases can bring stronger resilience, but it cannot recover the blood loss caused by forcibly squeezing the mine pool.

The broken leg warrior on the side heard the killing intent in Lu Li's words, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Killed dozens of people without blinking, letting him go for no reason.

And now, the broken leg warrior faintly guessed why Lu Li would chase and kill the group of them.

However, he still had some doubts: "Human wine is actually a treasure made with a special secret method with the consciousness erased. When they become human wine, they are already dead. For the mortals who have died long ago, Is it worth it for you to push yourself to this point?"

"Who said I did it for them?"

Lu Li asked in a strange tone.

The broken leg martial artist was shocked, "Not for them, then what are you for?"

Lu Li moved his wrists and said lightly: "In this world, no one is clean. Whether to kill or be killed, sometimes you don't even need a reason. Martial artists are still like this, not to mention those who are in the eyes of martial artists. Indiscriminate mortals?"

"The demon martial artist believes that the weak is the original sin." The broken leg martial artist has a low voice without refuting anything.

In this dangerous world, being weak is itself a mistake. This truth that has been firmly believed for thousands of years is actually very unreasonable.

But no one wants to shake it.

When it comes to self-interest, no one wants to be that fool.

Therefore, in the eyes of the broken leg martial artist, Lu Li's act of avenging Renjiu was not very smart.

"Perhaps you are right. Weakness itself is a wrong existence. However, it has nothing to do with why I want to kill you." Lu Li indifferently took out the long sword, tore off the torn corners and gently wiped the blade, calmly said: "Killing you, just for peace of mind. Any existence of life is hypocritical and selfish. The righteous warrior who holds the banner of the demon and guarding way is not necessarily a good thing. I am obviously not that kind of waste."

"It's just that everyone has a bottom line in their hearts. You have stepped on my bottom line. If you don't kill you, I'm afraid I can't sleep at night."

After speaking, Lu Li put his sword across the neck of the martial artist with the broken leg, and said lightly: "What else is there?"

After listening to Lu Li's words, the broken leg warrior never spoke, and he didn't even avoid the cold touch of his neck. He raised his head and looked at Lu Li with a crazy look, his voice hoarse: "A person like you will live soon of."

"That has nothing to do with you." Lu Li didn't look at him, and was about to use his hands, but the martial artist with broken legs slammed into Jian Feng, causing Jian Feng to cut his throat.

A touch of warm blood splashed on Lu Li's cheek, making him slightly startled.

As the broken leg martial artist was helpless and fell, Lu Li recovered and sighed, "This is my sword. You are not suicide."

The broken leg warrior made a sound of'ho ho', as if mocking Lu Li, and died silently before long.

Lu Li took the points from him, supported him with a long sword, stood up, looked around, and slowly closed his eyes.

By this time the sunset was over.

The bamboo forest was completely darkened.

A night breeze came, and the cloth strips Lu Li used to tie his hair had long been overwhelmed after the fight just now. At this moment, he was swept away by the breeze, and his hair was scattered.

"I should learn how to tie my hair when I go back." Standing in the middle of many corpses, Lu Li had this thought inexplicably.

Then he pulled a piece of cloth from his body, the sword was stationed, and he raised his hands and simply tied a ponytail.

The boy was covered with blood and tied his hair in the night breeze. This strange scene of bathing in the faint moonlight fell completely in the eyes of the master and servant hidden in the dark.

"Little saint... we see his face, what should we do..."

In the not-so-dense bamboo forest, the maid clenched the little master's hand, looking around to find a hiding place.

But the girl in purple did not answer her words, but stared blankly at Lu Li's figure.

Although Lu Li was very embarrassed at this time, and the still handsome face was covered with blood, but in the eyes of the girl in purple, there was another feeling that could not be described.

After a long time, it wasn't until Lu Li's figure had left another mountain road that the purple-clothed girl was relieved and couldn't help sighing, "How can there be such a good-looking person in the world?"

When the maid heard her words, she said strangely: "There are many disciples in the sect who are more prettier than him, who treat you in every way on weekdays, but you all say they are rubbish and never give a good word? This boy? Although it looks good, it's not...too pretty, right?"

She really disagrees with her little master's aesthetics.

However, the girl in purple curled her lips disdainfully, too lazy to explain to her.

The trash in the sect, all of them look better than women, how can they be considered a man?

In any case, the scene where Lu Li was covered with blood and tied his hair under the moon left a very strong impression on the girl in purple, as if he had taken root, deeply in his mind.