There is a voice deep in my heart, constantly reminding Chu Fan.
[This is Lin An's conspiracy!]
[He is taking advantage of Junior Brother Guang's kindness!]
[As an elder, for the sake of Junior Brother Guang, I must let him stay.]
Chu Fan did not doubt that he was there and immediately said, "Be careful of the trap!"
"Let's take a long-term approach, shall we?"
"To be honest, although Dao Sect Sword Emperor has a good character and has nothing to do with us, our relationship is not so good as to be fatal."
"In order to save him, it's not worth stepping into the enemy's trap. It's better to go there after making sufficient preparations."
In this world, Chu Fan and Li Xiaoxiao are Direct Disciple that Feihong trained since childhood.
The two of them had met Zhao Zhengrong, Zhang Guangmu and Tang Lanshan. I'm afraid they had only seen Dao Sect Sword Emperor on TV.
Zhang Guangmu smiled and said leisurely, "Listen to me and go to Wudang!"
Chu Fan was not at all confused. In the blink of an eye, he changed his previous thoughts. "Okay!"
The head of Chu University, who has extremely soft ears, has never thought about "arguing with Zhang Guangmu about who is Sect Leader of Feihong".
Zhang Guangmu As soon as he spoke, he instinctively decided to obey the instructions.
To be honest, Chu Fan prefers to be the middle and senior management of a team rather than being the talker. This way, he is powerful but does not need to bear too much pressure, and does not have much demand for his own resourcefulness and ability.
Hearing the conversation between the two, Tang Lanshan and Li Xiaoxiao felt a little speechless and at the same time felt an inexplicable warmth.
God knows how these two developed such a behavior pattern.
When Zhang Guangmu gathered Feihong Sect and temporary allies and rushed to the feet of Wudang Mountain, the entire Dao Sect was about to be destroyed under Lin An's violent offensive.
The only thing that makes Zhang Guangmu feel regretful is that the manpower is limited. Although he worked hard, he still couldn't catch up with the plot of this scene.
This is like a multiplayer online competitive game. No matter how powerful a player is, it is impossible to maintain a 100% participation rate. This is especially true for the team leader who needs to ensure personal development.
Judging from the information conveyed by Little White Balls, the Lin An side is invincible in terms of personal strength and the demon army under its command. The process of attacking Wudang Mountain was almost completely crushed without encountering any major obstacles.
The only thing that makes Zhang Guangmu feel lucky is that Boss Zhao didn't stretch his crotch.
Although he lost to Lin An, he still showed his rock-like demeanor. Even if he failed, he would never surrender. He was quite brave and fearless like "if a man dies, he will die."
From this perspective, Zhao Zhengrong is probably the one among Endless warship who makes Zhang Guangmu worry the most.
"I'll go first!"
Zhang Guangmu Pingxu Wind Riding, charging ahead. "Let's meet at Golden Summit!"
Wudang, the top of Golden Summit.
In the early morning, a golden and red sun has just risen, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing.
The mountains, rocks, flowers, trees and trees are all shrouded in the milky white smoke, making people feel like the immortal energy is steaming and lingering, just like a fairyland on earth.
After a fierce battle, Zhao Zhengrong found that the stone sword in his hand was already covered with cracks, and his body was covered with wounds. The blood flowing out dyed the ground under his feet dark.
In front of him, Lin An had his hands clasped upside down and stared blankly at the rising sun in the distance.
"I know about your wife."
Zhao Zhengrong looked at Lin An: "Kill all the World people for love? No."
The logic is wrong.
"Your wife will definitely not want you to do such a thing under her guise."
Zhao Zhengrong said seriously, "If you want to do this out of hatred for the destruction of the Demon Sect, I can understand it."
Although I hate talking very much and hate all interpersonal communication, but...
When his strength is inferior to his opponent, this is all Zhao Zhengrong can do now.
With the help of Lin An's arrogance, he obtained a little information, at least eliminated the possibility of a few mistakes, and then tried every means to pass this information, which might reverse the situation and determine the final success or failure, to the [Mad Lord].
Strange to say, Zhao Zhengrong had never seen Zhang Guangmu even once in his life, but at the moment of life and death, what he wanted to do was place his hope on the [Mad Lord] who was a stranger to him.
Lin An shook his head and directly denied Zhao Zhengrong's guess. "Wrong, totally wrong!"
"Killing the World people is not for such superficial reasons."
"Okay! I already know your strength. Although it is much stronger than that Buddha Emperor, compared with me, it is just like a firefly to Bright Moon. There is a huge difference."
"Now you can go die!"
Lin An was about to take action when his expression suddenly changed and his figure flashed.
Uh-huh!
A sword light cut the top of Golden Summit in half.
The cliff break is as smooth as a mirror.
Lin An seemed to be stepping on invisible and intangible stairs, standing in the wind, overlooking the handsome young man who rushed to the scene at the last moment.
"It's still a step too late."
Zhang Guangmu didn't look at Lin An, his eyes fell on Zhao Zhengrong, and sighed, "If only I could be faster."
He could feel that Zhao Zhengrong was now running out of gas and energy, and his physical condition was extremely poor. He was only holding on through his willpower.
Zhao Zhengrong raised the corners of his lips and chuckled silently, "Good boy, don't blame yourself, you have done your best."
The young man in front of me with the name of [Crazy Lord] is very strong!
Much stronger than I expected!
But...
If he didn't mobilize other people who could be mobilized and came to Wudang alone, I'm afraid Lin An would just behead him with a smile.
This situation is the best situation for Zhao Zhengrong.
At least, Zhang Guangmu is not as arrogant and reckless as the legend says, and he knows how to plan before taking action.
Only such people are qualified to defeat Lin An.
To be honest, Lin Chimou massacred the swordsmen, Zhao Zhengrong can understand it. After all, the misguided young man held [Soul-Grabbing Sword Sheath] and fought for his own interests - he wanted to become stronger and realize his ideals.
Qiaoman secretly planned to walk the World as Jonah Ackerman to fight for his reputation and status.
As for Lin An, what is he doing for it?
Zhao Zhengrong cannot understand.
Lin An is a strange flower in the magic sect.
He once united the people, sympathized with the people at the bottom of society, and had a kind nature. But now he wants to exterminate human beings and destroy all intelligent creatures in the world. He is even called [Sword Control Demon].
Such changes are too big and too extreme.
Although Zhao Zhengrong was seriously injured and died, he was still Dao Sect Sword Emperor and knew many secrets, so he urged the last Spirit Sword Power to send a message to Zhang Guangmu: "Lin An did these things not for reputation, profit, power or hatred..."
He didn't have much strength to speak anymore, so he could only pick out important information and pass it to Zhang Guangmu: "In ancient times, there was heaven, earth, and people Three Sword Emperors. When they were young, they became sworn brothers to Sword Hut, and their love was as strong as gold. In their later years, the three of them fought each other to win the false name of [The World first], and finally Mutual Destruction."
"Three people died under the same locust tree that was struck by lightning. Later, the heart of the tree was made into [Soul-Grabbing Sword Sheath]."
"This period of history has been covered up, but [Soul-Grabbing Sword Sheath] once caused a bloody storm within the Daoist sect. With it, you can steal sword skills and Spirit Sword Power by killing people."
"That scabbard is not in the hands of Lin An, but in the hands of his son Lin Chimou."
These are all the last words Zhao Zhengrong can say.
He had squeezed all the air out of his lungs and could not utter another word.
Zhao Zhengrong's eyes flickered with nostalgia for life. He took a deep look at Zhang Guangmu and immediately handed over his cracked stone spiritual sword.
After completing the last action, Zhao Zhengrong passed away with a smile on his face.
This stone spiritual sword fell into the hands of Zhang Guangmu, and in an instant, there seemed to be countless tadpole words flowing on it.
The tadpoles of different shapes are filled with mysterious light, and a stream of Spirit Sword Power, which is not huge but extremely pure, comes out from the spirit sword and pours into Zhang Guangmu's body.
Lin An frowned. "Daoist Scripture Evolution, Spirit Sword Transmission?"