Wanjie Dream Harvester

Chapter 202 Chapter 64-65 [Feng Yun] Immortals descend to the earth to break the small waves
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

The eternal topics in the rivers and lakes are nothing more than grievances, love, treasures, magical skills, power and desire.

Duan Lang first came out of the rivers and lakes, like a horse that has let go of the rein, running happily, he has always yearned for the life of a hero in the rivers and lakes who drinks in a big bowl, hoes the strong and helps the weak, kills the rich and helps the poor.

It was just that he had been restrained by Chen Hengzhi and was not allowed to go down the mountain. Now that he was finally allowed to go down the mountain, he couldn't bear it.

Every time I go to a place, I will inquire about the local bullies, and then go to the door to fight for justice, in order to fulfill my dream of being a hero, and at the same time, it is also to promote my own reputation.

However, the longer Duanlang has been in the rivers and lakes, the more he has seen and heard, the more he can't suppress the blood churning in his heart.

In the world of wind and clouds, the major martial arts sects occupy one side and enjoy the management rights under their own rule. It seems that they are all princes of one party.

Of course, on the surface, the martial arts supreme is still in charge of the world.

In terms of governing the world, how can people in the martial arts world compare with local officials?However, the county magistrates and prefects are just bodhisattvas enshrined in the temple, and have no rights at all.

As the saying goes, chivalry uses martial arts to break the ban.

People in the martial arts, who have learned advanced martial arts, are naturally unwilling to be ordinary, and they also want to enjoy the life of the elders.

In their words, isn't labor and capital learning martial arts just to enjoy a better life?

Therefore, these people in the rivers and lakes can't suppress their evil thoughts, so naturally they can do anything.

Those well-known decent sects are better. Although they are arbitrary, the rules of the sect are strict after all. Under their rule, the people can barely survive.

However, the situation would be quite different in those places where there are heretics, extortionate taxes, bullying men and women, burning, killing and looting
They did all sorts of crimes, but their martial arts skills were so strong that the powerless civilians, who were their opponents, could only be forced to leave their wives and children, leave their homes, and be displaced.

In addition, there are local hooligans, squires and bullies who are full of evil and lawlessness, and they do whatever they want.

There are also thieves and villains who gather in the mountains and forests, thinking that they are heroes of the green forest, hijacking businessmen and tourists in the past, or forming caravans, forming a powerful force, making a living by robbery, harming the world, notorious, and causing anger and resentment.

Seeing this situation, Duan Lang felt that his childhood fantasy was shattered.

This is not the world he yearns for, nor is it the world he likes.

He couldn't help but think of Chen Hengzhi's joke-like words before going down the mountain, take down the world!

At this moment, Duanlang felt that Master had already known about these situations and wanted to make some changes?

A hundred miles away from Leshan, in the sparse forest, the bonfire swayed with the night wind. A young man in black was sitting cross-legged beside the bonfire, with a scarlet sword stuck beside him, and behind him lay a strange beast .

"call…"

Duanlang breathed out a turbid breath and woke up leisurely. He opened his eyes, and there was a faint flash of light. In the dark night, he looked very miraculous.

"What Master thinks, I don't know."

Duanlang whispered to himself:
"I only need to do things according to my own preferences. When the road is uneven, I draw my sword to help, and weed the strong and help the weak, so as not to lose the original intention of being a hero."

"If you really want to meet someone you can't beat, just ask the master for help... Besides, he has already entered the Golden Core stage, who in this world can defeat him?"

"Roar--"

As if echoing his words, the red sword beside him suddenly trembled.

In the dark night, the flames lit up the surrounding scenery, and a low-pitched unicorn roar faintly burst out, echoing in the night sky.

Duanlang turned his head, pulled out the sword, put it flat on his knees, stared at it, and asked softly: "Huo Lin, do you agree with what I said?"

The Huolin Sword trembled rapidly for a while, then returned to silence.

This Huolin sword is Duanlang's family heirloom sword.

Duan Shuai passed the sword to Duan Lang after he lived in seclusion in Lingyun Cave.

After Chen Hengzhi enchanted and upgraded it, it has many more functions than before and is even more magical.

However, it is a pity that no wisdom was born.

Otherwise, it would have jumped up and pointed at Duanlang's nose, yelling: "I've never seen such a shameless person like you! You've completely embarrassed Duanlang's family."

From this moment on, Duan Lang faintly understood his original heart, understood what he wanted to do and what he could do.

He kills with Taoism and martial arts with one hand, and saves people with healing technique with the other.

The long sword kills, heals and saves the world.

Those who oppress the common people, kill!

Those who rob houses and homes, kill them!

Extortionists, kill!

Treating innocent people, sick people, wounded and disabled people, all are saved with "healing technique";
Walk all the way, kill all the way, save all the way.

Tianxiahui, Wushuang City, Xinyimen, Qingfengzhai...

Whether it is one of the best forces in the world, or the cottage gang in the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest;
Whether it's the gang leader, the head of the sect, the elder, the hall master, or the thugs who gather crowds to make trouble.

As long as Duanlang finds out that he is oppressing the people and committing crimes, he will be killed without mercy.

Those with low martial arts skills will be directly crushed away.

Those with high martial arts skills will use the "Poison Technique" to plot against them.

With his various methods, unless he meets a nameless, sword master level [-] powerhouse, very few people can escape his assassination.

It has only been more than half a year, but Duanlang's footprints have already covered half of the Kyushu.

He was called "immortal" by countless people.

And his skills such as the "healing technique" used to cure diseases and save people, and the "lightning technique" used to kill wicked people are also regarded by the common people as the skills of gods.

Along the way, Duanlang's "immortal" became more and more popular, and many people spontaneously followed him, willing to help him spread his fame.

In the prefectures and counties he passed by, countless people raised funds to erect temples and carved steles in order to thank him for saving his life. They also invited longevity tablets to be placed in their homes and worshiped day and night.

The name "Immortal Breaks the Waves" resounds throughout the world.

However, the consequences of being famous not only represent the addition of glory, but also brought countless troubles to Duanlang.

Some people will come to challenge you, and more people will come to you because of interests and hatred!
Looking at the two middle-aged men blocking the way in front of him, one was dressed in red, the other was dressed in gray, with a sinister face, a cold long sword with evil spirits, and a terrifying murderous aura that almost condensed into substance.

There is almost no need to guess, and their purpose is known.

"You want to kill me?"

Duanlang sat on the back of the divine beast and asked with great interest.

Since he started killing, fewer and fewer people came to his door to die.

Whether you want to come to challenge or revenge, you have to weigh your own weight.

After all, in this chaotic world where either you kill me or I kill you, no one who can survive is an idiot.

Anyone who was a little stupid would have died long ago.

Seeing that Duanlang didn't seem to be afraid at all, the two middle-aged men couldn't help feeling secretly angry.

"good."

The man in red said murderously: "Half a year ago, you showed up for the first time and killed 21 members of the Leshan sub-rudder of our Tianxiahui. In the following half a year, you even picked [-] sub-rudders of our Tianxiahui, so you should have known Such a day."

Hearing the words, Duanlang patted his forehead, and suddenly realized: "So, you are members of Tianxiahui, and I was wondering why Xiongba didn't respond at all because you chose Tianxiahui's [-]th division rudder."

Afterwards, he frowned: "However, he only sent you two out? Did he look down on me, Duanlang?"

The two middle-aged men were furious: "What an arrogant boy, both death row prisoners will send you on your way!"

"Both death row prisoners? Never heard of them! Presumably they are unknown people!"

Duanlang raised his eyebrows: "You must have offended Xiongba! Otherwise, why would he send you out? I'm afraid he sent you to die?"

"Hugh has to provoke our relationship with Gang Leader Xiong!"

The man in red laughed angrily: "My boy, you actually wanted to provoke us. Let me tell you, you succeeded, so die!"

While speaking, his hand was already on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and at the same time, the man in gray also held the hilt.

The tacit understanding of fighting against the enemy for many years, the two drew their swords at the same time, and in the next moment, their men moved, and the swords also moved at the same time.

One person attacking the left, the sword moves strangely, and the gray figure is like a ghost.

One person attacks the right, the sword master kills, the red figure, the long sword soaked in blood, is full of violence.

With the cooperation of the two, the figure appeared in an instant like a ghost, and the sword shadow was like lightning and flint. Except for the sharp sword light that flashed and disappeared, the terrifying sword edge hidden in it could not be seen.

The two dragons and swords that were once famous in the world, and now the two slaves on death row in the Tianxiahui, their identities have changed; what remains the same is their people, their swords, the two swords are combined, and they are pouring out with all their strength.

The sword light came to him, the Duanlang sword didn't move, neither did the person, but with a thought, a pale yellow light wave was released from his body and pushed in all directions.

"Resist the Ring of Fire!"

In the past half a year or so, Duanlang has experienced countless fights, large and small, and his combat experience has naturally increased rapidly, hundreds of times faster than before behind closed doors on the mountain.

When casting spells, it is already possible to cast them instantly with a single thought, without needing to make formulas and recite spells.

I have to say that actual combat is the best teacher.

The realm of Duanlang has also broken through to the realm of a great master, which can be described as advancing by leaps and bounds, so terrifying.

A wave of light suddenly appeared, and the attacking figures of the death row prisoners stopped abruptly, and were even pushed away several feet away.

The realm of the two of them is only a master, and they are one level behind Duanlang, and if they are replaced by the level of "Legend of Hot Blood", they are one level behind.

Under the push of "Resisting the Ring of Fire", anyone with a level difference of one level will be pushed away unconditionally, let alone a large level, and there is nothing you can do no matter how powerful you are.

Seeing this, Duan Lang had a smile on his face, hooked his fingers with great interest, and said, "Come on, come and kill me!"

The two figures of the death row prisoners froze, stomped their feet, stopped the momentum, and attacked instead of retreating.

"Resist the Ring of Fire!"

Duanlang remained motionless like a mountain, and the familiar thrust came, and the two of them were still pushed away by several feet.

The two of them didn't believe in evil, so they attacked again, and so on again and again.

I saw the two rushing forward, retreating, rushing forward, retreating.

In and out, in and out, in and out, as if playing some interesting game.

hiss!
Can't play anymore, it will be 404 if you play again.

After playing for a while, Duanlang seemed to feel tired of playing, so he stopped hesitating and moved his hands together:

"Trapping Curse!"

Both of the death row prisoners were imprisoned.

"firewall!"

A rootless fire rose from under the two of them.

"Lightning technique!"

A thunderbolt sounded from the blue sky, hitting the two of them like wooden targets.

Three bolts of lightning struck in succession, and the lightning bolts of hundreds of thousands of degrees instantly tore through the two people's body-protecting true energy, dispersed the movement of true energy in their bodies, and scorched their bodies. In the end, only two pieces of coke were left in place.

Duanlang dusted his sleeves, raised his head at a 45-degree angle, and said like an aria: "Life is so lonely as snow!"

After expressing the sigh of life, he left this place and continued north, aiming at the main helm of the Tianxiahui.

…………

The world will meet.

Xiongba sat at the top, and asked in a cold voice: "Chou Chou! You mean, the so-called Immortal Duanlang, who has become famous recently, is specifically trying to make trouble with me?"

Wen Chouchou, who was standing hunched over in the hall, said that he didn't dare to be slow, and immediately responded aloud: "Yes, the leader of the gang, according to the report of the disciples in the gang, three days ago, they found a death row prisoner at the scheduled killing place." The corpse of Shuang Nu is consistent with the death of the disciples in the past, they were all burned into a piece of black charcoal, and there is no trace of flesh and blood in the whole body."

"Ok?"

When Xiongba heard the words, he pondered, and said softly: "The death row prisoner and slaves used to be the two dragons of the Weihe Jianghu, and they were ranked second in the top ten swordsmen in the world. They are both real masters.

Unexpectedly, the two of them teamed up and they were still no match for Duanlang. It seems that this kid's martial arts are really weird and unpredictable, one should not underestimate them! "

"The boss is wise!"

Wen Chouchou waved the round fan in his hand, flattered him silently, and quickly flattered him: "It seems that Duanlang's martial arts are really extraordinary. Judging by Chouchou, I still have to help you personally. Only by making a move can you kill him."

Xiongba nodded noncommittally, then asked: "Have you found out where this kid came from?"

Wen Chouchou's movement of shaking the round fan froze, and he said in a low voice: "Reporting to the leader of the gang, I received the news that the disciples in the gang found out a few days ago, it's just...just..."

"Just what? Say!"

Xiongba let out a cold snort, his whole body bursting with majestic momentum, and the whole hall suddenly seemed to be falling like the sky.

Wen Chouchou screamed, prostrated himself on the ground, and shouted loudly: "The villain knows his mistake, please forgive me, please accept the supernatural power!"

He took a breath, and then said: "Guild Master, it's not that the villain concealed the news from the Guild Master, but the news was too unbelievable, the villain dared not disturb Guild Master Qingxiu, Guild Master learned a lesson!"

Xiongba stared at him coldly, and after a long while, he withdrew his momentum, and said indifferently: "Whether the news is true or not, the leader of the sect will judge for himself. Next time you dare to hide it again, you will know the consequences."

Wen Chou Chou wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice: "I know, villain!"

Then Xiongba nodded slightly: "Tell me, what is Duanlang's background!"

Wen Chouchou replied cautiously: "According to the investigation of the disciples in the gang, Duanlang is the son of Duanshuai, the head of the Nanlin sword. .

According to the disciples of the gang who interrogated the people of Leshan Mansion, they found that when Duanlang first came out of the rivers and lakes, that strange person appeared in Leshan, but the way that strange person appeared..."

Xiongba asked curiously: "What happened to the alien? Did he fly from the sky, or drilled out of the ground?"

Wen Chou Chou said respectfully: "The leader of the gang is wise, and he guessed right. According to the people near Leshan, the strange man flew from the sky."

"what?"

Xiong Ba stood up in surprise, and asked loudly: "Did it really fly over? Was it a trick? A quack trick?"

Wen Chou Chou lowered his head desperately, not daring to raise his head to look at Xiong Ba, and replied: "Countless people have seen with their own eyes that the stranger flew dozens of miles directly from Leshan!"

Xiongba immediately sat down slumped, and remained silent for a long time.

Wen Chouchou didn't even dare to move, he knew Xiong Ba's nature very well, this time was when Xiong Ba was most irritable, if he moved a little bit, the oncoming blow would definitely be a devastating blow.

Over the years, although Wen Chou Chou has been in charge of all the internal affairs of the Tianxiahui, he is Xiong Ba's confidant and seems to be very majestic.

In fact, only he knows in his heart that he walks on thin ice every day. Although he tries his best to find out Xiongba's habits, but Xiongba is moody and kills when he moves. Even he is afraid of offending Xiongba and dying .

After a long time, Xiong Ba's hoarse voice sounded: "How many people know this news?"

Wen Chouchou replied respectfully: "The disciple in the gang who inquired about the news has been sent by the villain to intercept Duanlang and died. Therefore, only the villain knows the news at present."

Xiongba suddenly smiled when he heard the words, and said softly: "Chou Chou, how long have you been with me?"

Wen Chou shuddered at the scandal, knelt down with a "plop", and tremblingly replied: "The villain has been with the gang leader for ten years, one month and eight days, the gang leader has mercy!"

After he finished speaking, "Boom boom boom!" He kowtowed violently.

Xiongba waved his hand, and said with a pleasant face: "It is reasonable to say that you are an old man in the middle of the gang. Over the years, you have worked hard without credit, but..."

Wen Chouchou was so frightened that his whole body trembled, he kept begging for mercy: "Leader, please forgive me! Lord, please spare me..."

But before he could finish speaking, the boundless icy air came oncoming, and the hall was instantly covered with ice, and in an instant, Wen Chouchou, who had no knowledge of martial arts at all, was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Waving his hand, like crushing an ant to death, Xiong Ba whispered softly: "Who told you too much, I don't kill you, I'm not at ease!"

Afterwards, Xiongba flicked his sleeve, and the ice sculpture disappeared instantly.

A gust of cold wind hit, making the guards outside the palace shiver. They couldn't help but tighten their clothes and muttered: "Why is this damn weather getting cold?"

Duanlang didn't know anything about the changes in the world society. He walked and killed all the way, and the fierce power of the immortal Duanlang became more and more powerful in the rivers and lakes.

Wherever Duanlang passed, the evil people were frightened by the news. Due to profit and survival, many people and forces assembled people to intercept Duanlang, but in the end, they all became fertilizer for the weeds on the roadside.

　感谢大佬潴潴小哥的2张月票！感谢大佬￣№1 妖孽的1张月票！感谢大佬听窗的1张月票！感谢大佬狂‰魔导的1张月票！
　　
　
(End of this chapter)