Cannon fodder apprentice reborn

Song Xinting returned to Ruan Qiu's side, looking at the extraordinary sapphire sword.

"Xiaoqiu, this is?"

After breaking the formation, Ruan Qiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, held the sapphire sword which was more than two feet long, and said slowly: "This is the spirit sword given to me by the master, and it is soft around the fingers." He didn't want to talk more about this topic. He said to everyone: "Let's go quickly now that the sword array is broken."

Hearing that the sword sent by the Juggernaut helped Ruan Qiu break the formation, Junior Brother Chen's face turned better.

After all, it is a Juggernaut.

But at this moment, a man in black appeared on the gate of the courtyard, it was Lao Lin!

Song Xinting's expression tightened, and he turned his sword to protect Ruan Qiu behind him, "Old Lin? You're finally back. Who are you?"

Lao Lin stood on the gate of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, with a smile in his sharp eagle eyes, "I didn't expect that you boys who just built the foundation, actually broke through the Lonely Moon Sword that I spent a lot of time setting up." In this case, I can only do it myself."

Pei Huan scolded coldly: "Do you know who we are and dare to stop us?"

"As long as you are disciples of Xuanjizong, I will never arrest the wrong person." Lao Lin said indifferently: "Whoever told you to be disciples of Xuanjizong, if you fall into my hands today, you will all deserve to die."

Shen Zhuohan pointed to the Lin family behind them, "Your Excellency has enmity with Xuanji Sect? If this is the case, we, as disciples of Xuanji Sect, would not be wronged if you set up a trap. But they are just ordinary people, I wonder if you can let them go first?" They leave?"

Lao Lin squinted at him, and said with a sneer, "It's just a few mortals who die when they die. You can't protect yourself right now, and you still want to save others?"

Song Xinting said coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want your life!"

Lao Lin gave a cold shout, and his figure flew over from the courtyard gate. Song Xinting frowned, and hurriedly greeted him with a sword, and said in a low voice, "Pei Huan!"

"understood!"

Although he only called Pei Huan's name, he was a senior brother for many years. Pei Huan had already guessed Song Xinting's deep meaning and followed him with a knife in his hand.

It is rare for the two senior brothers to join forces, but Lao Lin didn't even frown, he didn't even have a magic weapon, and he was able to deal with the two of them with one hand. Shen Zhuohan and the disciple of the outer sect who was close to the foundation stage planned to help, "Let's help drag hold him..."

Before Shen Zhuohan finished speaking, a person was thrown in front of them.

It was Pei Huan.

Everyone stopped in horror, and looked at Lao Lin's sinister eyes that swept towards them during the siege of several people, as if to warn them that anyone who dared to take a step would end up like Pei Huan.

Pei Huan vomited blood, and then slowly got up, as if he was seriously injured. This was because Lao Lin didn't use a magic weapon, but it was kicked out with a seemingly light kick. Shen Zhuohan and the others immediately went to help, and after a while After being thrown out by Lao Lin, only Song Xinting was left, and Ruan Qiu also sweated for him.

When Shen Zhuohan was helped up, the corners of his mouth were still bloodshot, and he said with a pale face: "No, this old Lin's cultivation is unfathomable, we can't beat him, no wonder he dared to stop us alone."

Ruan Qiu's face turned pale, "I, before I went down the mountain, I asked someone to inform the senior brother of Tianji Hall, and senior brother Chu will definitely come to rescue us."

Shen Zhuohan was taken aback, then looked at Ruan Qiu, "Senior Brother Ruan still has the foresight."

Ruan Qiu thought that Shen Zhuohan was probably wondering why he had to notify Senior Brother Chu in advance, and he himself did not expect that he came to save Xie Ying, but ended up being trapped in this Linjiazhuang with his brother instead.

Song Xinting held on for a while, but Lao Lin suddenly withdrew his hand, flew back to the wall, and looked at Song Xinting with pity, "Boy, you are indeed the strongest among these people, but you are not qualified enough to let me take action. I have no intention of fighting with you again." Let's play."

Song Xinting's eyes paused, "If I can prove that I have enough ability for you to make a real move, can you let us go?"

Old Lin lost interest, "How do you prove it? Besides, you are all in my hands, and I will never let you go out of Linjiazhuang."

Song Xinting looked at Ruan Qiu in the crowd, and insisted: "If I can make you make a real move, you can keep us from killing, how about it?"

How could Lao Lin not understand it, but seeing that Song Xinting's proposal was interesting, he nodded, "Then you should try it first."

Song Xinting was secretly happy, bowed his head heavily at Ruan Qiu, and stepped forward with his sword in hand.Ruan Qiu clenched the sapphire sword in his hand, his eyes full of worry.

Lao Lin was bored watching the small movements of the few people, and then returned to Song Xinting, but saw that the moment Song Xinting held the long sword again, his eyes changed, "This sword, you have a good look at it!"

"Oh?"

Song Xinting attached spiritual power to the sword, and the sword energy overflowed. In an instant, the wind and rain swept through, and the damp water vapor rushed towards his face.Everyone felt familiar, it was Song Xinting's sword that broke through the phantom formation earlier, the mist and rain were engulfing, and the flying flowers in the courtyard were wrapped in this sword.

But Lao Lin hadn't seen it before, his expression changed, he was a little more serious from the previous casualness, and even a little surprised, feeling the cold water vapor coming with the sword energy, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and a black three-foot sword The long sword suddenly appeared.

"Your sword is worth my shot."

Song Xinting frowned and swung his long sword.

Lao Lin smiled, and flew up to meet him with a sword.

The power of Song Xinting's sword has surpassed his own cultivation. Under the sword energy, Ruan Qiu felt chest tightness and pain just like ordinary people, but his blood was boiling. He held his breath and stared at the battle situation, not daring to Blinking, it can be said to be on tenterhooks.

It's a pity that Song Xinting's sword is the strongest sword he has ever had, and it is still not enough in Lao Lin's eyes.The moment Lao Lin unhurriedly drew his sword, Song Xinting was doomed to fail.

The sword light is like lightning, and the wind and rain suddenly break.

Song Xinting flew backwards, fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"elder brother!"

Ruan Qiu bit her lip, ran over without hesitation, and gently lifted him up.

The mist and rain dispersed, and the flying flowers rolled up by the Nine Spring Sword Qi also slowly fell down.

"Zizai Feihua is as light as a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow... It's a good trick of Zizai Feihua, but you are young, why are you so sad?" Lao Lin put away his sword, stood in the rain of flowers and looked at the two of them, There was a hint of interest in the eyes, "Boy, you know the Lin family's swordsmanship, who are you from Song Jingfeng?"

Ruan Qiu had never heard of this name, but Song Xinting's expression changed slightly. After letting Ruan Qiu help him stand up, he just watched Lao Lin retract the long sword in the scabbard, "I still let you draw the sword."

Lao Lin looked down at the long sword in his hand, and said with a smile, "But I never promised you."

Song Xinting's face was pale, and Pei Huan said hoarsely: "He won't let us go easily, it seems that we have to fight to the death!"

Lao Lin didn't take it seriously, and approached them with a smile, "You guys have delayed long enough, accept your fate, if you want to blame, blame Xuanjizong."

Pei Huan frowned, raised his knife and rushed forward, taking the lead in attacking Lao Lin.

Lao Lin sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he took the scabbard and knocked him out, then walked towards Song Xinting, "My surname is Lin, and you also know the Lin family's swordsmanship. For the sake of surprise, kid, I will give you and your pretty brother a happy first."

Ruan Qiu gritted his teeth and stepped forward to stand in front of Song Xinting, clenched the sapphire sword tightly in one hand and wrapped it around his fingers, but unexpectedly a figure suddenly descended from the sky, followed by the familiar laughter of a young man resounding in the courtyard——

"Huh? Are you guys already fighting? It seems that I came just in time!"

Ruan Qiu recognized the person immediately, and watched the purple-clothed boy standing in front of them and blocking Lao Lin excitedly draw his sword on the spot, "Xie Ying?"

Xie Ying looked back at him, scratched her head with a dry smile, "Senior Brother Ruan, Senior Brother Song, I'm sorry, I got lost, so I'm late..."

Ruan Qiu was silent for a moment, "It doesn't matter, you shouldn't have come here today."

This sudden jumping-off boy also stunned Lao Lin for a moment, and he continued Ruan Qiu's words: "That's right. It seems that you are not a disciple of the Xuanji Sect. You might not have to die, but you just appeared here, so you can't leave." gone."

Xie Ying didn't seem to see the worry in Ruan Qiu's eyes, and drew out the sword nonchalantly, "If I don't come, I will regret it, and you also use the sword? You hurt them like this, it looks very powerful, just right, I My name is Xie Ying, and I want to ask you about your sword!"

There was a smile in Lao Lin's eyes, "You are not afraid, I will really kill you?"

Seeing this, Ruan Qiu hurriedly said: "Xie Ying, you are not his opponent, come here quickly!"

Xie Ying didn't show the slightest fear, but was eager to try, "Brother Ruan first heals brother's injuries, let me meet this uncle for a while!"

"Uncle?"

Lao Lin gritted his teeth, "A kid who hasn't built a foundation yet, what a big tone, then I will deal with you first, and then send the others on their way!"

"is it?"

Just as Lao Lin was about to answer, he suddenly realized that the voice seemed to be coming from the wall. He suddenly raised his head, and saw a young man standing on the wall. His face was full of sharpness. Feijian suddenly attacked head-on.

Lao Lin was shocked, and he quickly sent out his sword to knock the flying sword into the air, and retreated several feet away.

The sharp spirit sword turned back in the air and returned to the young man on the wall.

Ruan Qiu was full of surprises, "Second Senior Brother!"

"Yeah." It's rare for my junior brother to be so excited, his beautiful Qiushui eyes are full of him, Lu Mingfeng enjoys it complacently, and said seriously: "I'm late, junior brother, are you okay?"

Ruan Qiu shook his head, "I'm fine, it's just that all the brothers and sisters are seriously injured."

Only then did Lu Mingfeng think of the brothers who were in distress around him. At this time, Xie Ying calmed down a little bit from his fighting spirit, and said with a smirk: "I forgot... I just ran into this brother outside the door, so he is The second disciple of the Juggernaut?"

Xie Ying's eyes glowed as she said that, staring at Lu Mingfeng, she was about to bleed out, Ruan Qiu's heart was terrified, Xie Ying probably fell in love with his second senior brother again, and wanted to compete swords with his second senior brother!

Lu Mingfeng cleared his throat, raised his sword and walked towards Lao Lin, thinking that he was quite a chivalrous man, "I'll deal with this uncle first, if the little brother wants to ask me for advice on sword skills, let me talk about it when I have time."

Xie Ying was overjoyed, "Is it really possible!"

Ruan Qiu remained silent, as expected!

It seems that Xie Ying really admired him. Lu Mingfeng was a little proud, and replied "Of course", and stood not far in front of Lao Lin, "Who are you, even my disciple of Xuanjizong and the disciple of Zixiao Palace Anyone who dares to move is quite courageous."

Lao Lin no longer had the relaxed expression before, his eagle eyes flashed, and he looked at Lu Mingfeng, "Are you Yin Wuchen's second apprentice?"

Lu Mingfeng said proudly: "My name is Lu Mingfeng, and I studied under Xuanjizong Qinghui Mountain Master Yin Wuchen. Everyone calls my master the Sword Saint."

"Yin Wuchen, I haven't seen him for many years..." Lao Lin's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to gently brush the sharp blade in his hand, "I didn't expect that his apprentice would appear here today. Today, I have a credit."

Lu Mingfeng raised his eyebrows, "Do you recognize my master?"

Hearing this, everyone was curious, even Ruan Qiu looked at Lao Lin more.

Lao Lin's smile was much colder than before, "Of course I recognize you. I also know your name is Lu Mingfeng, and maybe you will know me. My name is Lin Yong. In the past, they called me Ghost Sword."

"You are Ghost Sword!"

Hearing this name, Lu Mingfeng lost his composure and showed horror.

Ruan Qiu's expression also changed drastically.

But most people don't know who Lin Yong is, such as many Xuanjizong disciples present, Song Xinting, Pei Huan, etc., and Xie Ying.

Xie Ying scratched her head, "Senior brother Ruan, do you have any problems with this person?"

Ruan Qiu's face turned pale, and it took him a while to recover his voice, "You haven't heard of Ghost Sword, but you must have heard of the Blood Demon Sect. Decades ago, the Blood Demon Sect did a lot of evil, and many sects joined forces to suppress it. After the death of the suzerain, the former first sect of the Demon Sect was divided into four branches, the Blood River Sect, the Blood Shadow Palace, the Blood Talisman Sect, and the Blood Pill Hall. It was destroyed, so many young people have never heard of the Blood River Sect, and this ghost sword is the elder of the Blood River Sect."

Xie Yingzhen had never heard of it, so she thought for a while and asked, "Then, is Ghost Sword very powerful?"

Ruan Qiu looked at his second senior brother worriedly, "Ghost Sword is the nickname of Lin Yong, the elder of the Blood River Sect. Although he is not as good as a sword master, he is still a leader in sword use. It is rumored that he has entered the state of transforming gods at his peak. It used to be the No.1 sword used by the Demon Gate.”

His voice was not loud, but all the monks could see and hear, and no one spoke in the courtyard, it was so quiet.Lin Yong obviously heard it too. He looked at the young and energetic Lu Mingfeng in front of him, and seemed to see the stern eyebrows of his master Yin Wuchen in his eyes.

Lin Yong sneered, "Thinking back then when I was so energetic and was about to make the Blood River Sect great, I never thought that I would be defeated by Yin Wuchen, who was still in the Jindan stage at that time, but he had an epiphany because of the battle with me, and he became the god of transformation with a single sword. He became famous in the first battle. Do you think he became a Juggernaut, does he have any credit for me?"

After hearing the He Ri He Ri grievances between Lin Yong and Yin Juggernaut, everyone can understand why the two apprentices of Juggernaut reacted like this, and they are also afraid!

Then Junior Brother Chen couldn't hide his words, and asked in a trembling voice: "Then, is it because you want to seek revenge from the Sword Master that you attacked us?"

The expressions of the people suspected of being implicated by the Juggernaut became complicated. Lin Yong saw it and said with satisfaction, "Yes and no. After that battle, my dantian was almost abolished by your master, and my cultivation level plummeted." , but he achieved the title of Sword Master a few years later, although I failed to seek revenge on him face to face, but I can see his disciple today, so naturally I will not let him go!"

Who knew that this old Lin was the ghost sword of the Blood River Sect, his master's defeated general, no matter how reckless Lu Mingfeng was, he knew that he would not be able to learn from his master's sword since the late stage of foundation establishment, right?

At this moment, he can only hope that the master will come soon, and he regrets that no wonder his master asked the head teacher to come out of the mountain, but he came first alone... But even if he can't beat the ghost sword, he can't lose face!

"Why, do you want to teach me my sword skills?"

"It's not about teaching." Lin Yong's eyes were full of hatred, and his smile was sinister. "I'm just curious. If Yin Wuchen knew that his disciple died because of him, would he regret the day he abolished my cultivation?"

Ruan Qiu couldn't help thinking that in his last life, he was killed by the enemy of the master.

That young master of the demon sect, like the ghost sword Lin Yong, wanted to force Ruan Qiu's cold and arrogant, glamorous sword master to collapse.

At this moment, Lu Mingfeng, who was being watched by Lin Yong, straightened his back and smiled proudly, "In that case, I will naturally fight. I am Lu Mingfeng, a disciple of the Sword Master. Even if you are the ghost sword of the Demon Sect, I will never admit defeat , will never take half a step back!"

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"Free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow" is quoted from "Huanxi Sand·Momo Qinghan Going to a Small Building" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty