God level swordsman

Chapter 288

Zhao Tai had a handsome face, with a smile like a spring breeze hanging on his face, as gentle as the breeze blowing through the mountains and forests from time to time.

Seeing Zhao Tai, Chen Shen understood everything.

But he still couldn't believe it.

What is the reason why Zhao Tai did this?
Killing them, can he win the opportunity of the bone demon by himself?

Or, he doesn't want to?
Also, how did Zhao Tai control this demonic hero with superb archery skills in front of him?
Chen Shen couldn't figure it out, and looked at Zhao Tai as if asking for help, hoping that he could give an answer.

"Are you confused?" Zhao Tai patted Jia Qiao on the shoulder and asked softly.

Chen Shen nodded and gave a silent answer.

But Jianfu Mei Hongxi heard Zhao Tai's voice, and then heard a cloudy conversation between Chen Shen and Zhao Tai. For a while, she didn't know what happened.

At this moment, between life and death, half of his life is gone, so why not rush to save people?

Mei Hongxi wanted to hit someone, so he couldn't help shouting with all his strength, "Brother Zhao, save me quickly!"

Zhao Tai, who was about to speak, was slightly taken aback, and smiled helplessly at Chen Shen, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I may not be able to say so much."

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

The Blowing Snow Sword in Zhao Tai's hand suddenly burst into an incomparably bright light, and a crimson horse slashed out with extremely fast speed.

Chen Shen's pupils suddenly widened, and there was only the sword light in his eyes.

puff,
A human head rolled to the ground, and the dark red blood sprayed out immediately, and sprinkled everywhere.

The first to bear the brunt was Mei Hongxi who was facing him, his whole face was spattered with blood.

The thick blood covered his eyes, and there was only blood red in front of his eyes.

Mei Hongxi desperately opened her eyelids, wanting to look back.

"Interesting." Zhao Tai looked at him with interest, holding a long sword with a cold light in one hand, and pointed it at his neck leisurely.

Mei Hongxi, who was severely injured, was losing her vitality, as if all her strength had been emptied when she was pierced by a bone arrow.

With the last of his strength, he finally turned around.

The first thing I saw was a long sword with blood dripping from the blade, the cold light flickered, and the murderous aura was overwhelming.

Then, Mei Hongxi saw Zhao Tai with a playful face.

He also understood everything.

"We drank together." Mei Hongxi opened his mouth and said such a sentence for some reason.

"There are a lot of people I've had a drink with, but...they're all dead."

Zhao Tai shook his head, and the sword's edge pierced Mei Hongxi's throat in an instant.

Blood waves splashed out, dyeing half of the sky red.

"So your blood is red too."

Zhao Tai frowned, and withdrew his sword in disappointment.

boom,
Mei Hongxi fell to the ground and came into close contact with Chen Shen, who was still staring at death.

"This is the brother of the same sect, so interesting."

Zhao Tai fumbled around Chen Shen and Mei Hongxi for a while, and after getting their most precious things, he left with a satisfied face.

During this period, he didn't have the slightest nostalgia, and he walked extremely resolutely.

The extremely strong aura in the distance also subsided, and the forest returned to dead silence.

Holding the sword, Zhao Tai moved out sideways.

Whether it is the opportunity of the righteous way or the evil way, he will fight for it and grab it.

Jia Qiao, who was as muscular as a tiger and leopard, followed closely behind with no expression on his face.

To control Jia Qiao with mental power all the time, more Zhao Tai is also a great consumption.

At this time, Zhao Tai's face was already a little pale, blood was overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and it seemed that an invisible hand was tearing his nerves in his mind.

Even so, he did not give up his control over Jia Qiao.

The situation ahead is unclear, if Zhao Tai rushed forward blindly alone, he might be attacked by the crowd.

Although the rest are just crooked melons and dates, but the strength gathered together is good enough for him.

Why give up things that can be solved in an easier way?
Jia Qiao's cultivation base is regarded as advanced, and his status in the White Bone Sect should not be too low. Maybe those disciples of the White Bone Sect will choose to back down.

But in the face of interests, no one can say what will happen.

In any case, with Jia Qiao here, there is the last bloody bone arrow to rely on.

After using up this bone arrow, Jia Qiao will lose its value.

Shooting two magic arrows in a row would consume a lot of energy on Jia Qiao himself. If he forced the last arrow, he would die because of it, which would save him a lot of energy.

The two youths, one in front and one behind, galloped through the forest.

Gradually, the trees became sparse.

The figures of the four White Bone Sect disciples flashed past, Zhao Tai stopped quickly, and controlled Jia Qiao to occupy a very concealed position.

After converging their breath to the level of moistening things silently, the two moved forward slowly.

Zhao Tai hid behind a giant tree and looked intently.

I saw that the four disciples of the White Bone Sect were also surrounded by a tree. The trunk of the ancient tree had cracked, exposing the tip of the iceberg inside.

Inside the tree trunk was a purple-gold corpse, with gloomy pupils like a bottomless pit, and an astonishing amount of devilish energy emanated from the corpse in all directions.

The four of them stared at the corpse without blinking, their faces were full of awe and admiration, and their eyes were full of desire.

"senior."

The four fell to their knees piously and kowtowed continuously.

When it comes to status, bone demons can be regarded as their ancestors.

No one thought that the bones of the bone demon Yan Yuanqing would be hidden in an ancient tree. No wonder the Baigumen failed to find his bones in Shiwanda Mountain after so many generations of searching.

At this moment, Yan Yuanqing's body was placed in front of them like that.

This is an inestimable treasure.

However, there was only one skeleton.

Who owns it?

The four of them got up at the same time, separated from each other, separated a safe distance, and looked at the others vigilantly.

Bring the bones back to the Baigumen, and all four of them will be rewarded.

But the rewards shared by the four can only be said to be negligible.

If you take Yan Yuanqing's bones as your own, your own cultivation can get a skyrocketing increase.

What's more, the training resources left by a martial arts master is also a huge astronomical figure.

"Why don't we divide the things equally, how about that?" Someone suggested.

"The cultivation resources left by Senior Bone Demon may be divided equally, but what about his bones? Could it be that one person has a pair of legs and feet removed?" Another person retorted, there is no fairness in this world, let alone benefits involved, once the distribution is uneven , Some people have resentment in their hearts, and the final result will still be a war.

In the end, the rest were worried about being tricked by someone behind their backs, so it would be better to have a fair and square contest now.

This is the consensus of all.

But they also knew that there were other brothers and people from Nandou Sword Sect.

Delay it, and they might end up without even the soup.

"How about this, let's take one in order, one by one." The Bone Sect disciple who spoke at the beginning proposed again.

(End of this chapter)