Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 209

[Chapter 209: Lu Kuang, a Madman in Civil Chaos]

Ding Hao still stayed in the room and began to practice swordsmanship and swordsmanship, of course, the most important thing is swordsmanship.

Because Ding Hao’s cultivation methods are mostly swordsmanship, “Dragon King Lishui Sword” has completely comprehended nine moves and twenty-seven styles, and he has also mastered all the four-character formulas of “Yantao Blurred Art”. In the last arsenal Among the secrets chosen among them, only the ‘Frozen Nine-Turn Golden Body Judgment’ was still at the level of the seventh turn ‘Blood Marrow Golden Body’.

The golden body method is inherently difficult to practice, and it is not possible only by understanding, so it is reasonable that it has not reached the peak of the Great Perfection.

Time passed slowly.

Soon footsteps and voices came from outside.

Ding Hao finished his practice, changed into a clean green shirt, pushed open the door and walked out, only to see that in the hall downstairs, the Loose Cultivators who had chosen to leave with their unwillingness to wait before had returned, but the number had changed from a dozen to a dozen. There were four of them, and their bodies were also covered in blood, apparently after some struggle.

“What’s going on? Is there any danger here that hasn’t been discovered yet?” Ding Hao slowly walked down the stairs.

The conversations of everyone in the hall drifted into Ding Hao’s ears.

“We were attacked… It was a group of humanoid creatures who couldn’t see their faces clearly. They were just ghosts from hell. It was too fast… My companions died, and I was the only one who escaped!”

“It’s so scary, I can’t even see what it is.”

“Zhang Laosan has a horizontal kung fu, and he is not attacked by swords and guns, but he was torn in half by that monster!”

A few of the scattered cultivators who returned were in shock as they told what happened to them.

Ding Hao’s eyes swept across the bodies of these people, carefully observing their expressions and scars, and could not help but frown slightly.

He found some very interesting things. These people kept saying that they had encountered the ghosts of sharp-clawed monsters, but their expressions were not really frightened. Occasionally, some injuries on their bodies were left by swords and weapons.

They are lying.

At this moment, with a bang, the main entrance of the inn was kicked open, and he saw Lu Kuang, the “madman” in the purple-shirted south courtyard of Wen Jianzong, covered in blood, holding a long knife in his hand, and stumbled in.

boom!

Lu Kuang put a bloody package on a square table, sat down with a long knife, gasped for breath, completely ignoring other people’s eyes, and when his breath became a little smoother, he suddenly raised his head and laughed like no one else was around. : “Happy! It’s a pleasure to kill!”

With this smile, the muscles affected the wound on his body, and the blood burst and splashed out from the crack, making him as if he had crawled out of a pool of blood.

I don’t know why, but seeing Lu Kuang’s evil and charming scene, Fei suddenly felt that the word “madman” in the purple-shirted South Court really lived up to the word “madness”. It has always been on the bright side, never insidiously calculated from behind, compared to the villain Lu Pengfei, but I don’t know how many times stronger.

“Huh? Isn’t that the silver glove of Wang Zhijiang, the guardian of Taiping City? How could it be in the hands of this purple-clothed boy covered in blood?”

A loose cultivator suddenly exclaimed.

The crowd followed his gaze.

However, he saw that the packages that Lu Kuang threw on the table were scattered, and the contents were scattered. They were all high-quality weapons with blood, including one or two low-level profound tools, and some well-bound cheat booklets. And things like the gleaming mysterious spar are all good treasures.

“That’s… the mutilated Profound Artifact Recurve Bow that He Jun of Qingjiang City obtained not long ago!”

“The giant sword of Wang Rong, one of the guardian warriors of Tumen City!”

“And the three middle-grade Profound Crystal Stones from Sun Fei in Sifang City…”

Everyone looked at the piles of bloody treasures scattered on the square table, and their eyes were full of greed. If the things on the square table in front of you belong to you, then this trip can be considered developed.

Unknowingly, some people, especially the loose cultivators who were talking loudly in the hall, became quiet and stared straight at the pile of treasures, even breathing quickly.

Suddenly, someone rolled their eyes and thought of something. He slapped the table and said with righteous indignation: “You killed Fei and He Jun? It’s so despicable. You are also a human warrior, and you actually covet other people’s wealth. Killing and stealing treasures?”

“Yeah, it’s shameless! Killing the same clan, damn it!”

“Hmph, after killing so many of the same clan, you still dare to come back, how arrogant!”

“Let’s go together and kill this despicable and shameless murderer!”

“That is, to deal with such a shameless villain, there is no need to say anything moral, let’s go together!”

More and more scattered cultivators stood up indignantly, filled with murderous aura, sneered and surrounded the “madman” Lu Kuang, all of them appearing to be upright and awe-inspiring, wanting to do justice to the dead human race cultivators.

“Ha, hahahaha…” “Madman”‘s expression did not change, he was clearly seriously injured, his lips were black, and his face was as thin as gold due to excessive blood loss, but he was not afraid, instead he looked up to the sky and laughed. Get up: “A group of native chickens and rubbish dogs, sane people, they say it nicely, I bah bah bah! Isn’t it for these treasures in front of Lao Tzu?”

There was disdain in his tone, and one sentence broke the mystery.

The complexions of the loose cultivators suddenly changed drastically, anger turned into anger, anger rose from the heart, and evil turned to courage!

“kill him!”

In the angry roar, the scattered cultivators pulled out their weapons and surrounded Lu Kuang in the middle.

Beside him, Lin Xin, Murong Yanzhi, Yu Jueyao, and other disciples of the Sword Sect, all appeared at this time, watching the changes in the situation.

To be honest, they are both disciples of Wen Jianzong, and they naturally tend to favor Lu Kuang psychologically, but if Lu Kuang really killed his fellow human beings to get the pile of blood-dropping treasures in front of him, then what he did would be a loss, everyone. It’s not easy to help each other, so they are waiting for Lu Kuang to explain himself.

However, Lu Kuang just glanced coldly at the fellows of the Swordsman Sect and refused to defend or ask for help.

His back was straight like a long sword, and he sat on the bench with a sneer. The blood flowed down his arm onto the long knife, and down the groove of the long knife, dripping on the ground, forming a pattern on the bluestone ground. A gradually expanding blood puddle.

“Kill him!” A loose cultivator chopped down with a long knife in his hand.

Lu Kuang wanted to block it with a horizontal knife, but because of the severe injury, he lifted his arm halfway, the blood burst, and he groaned, but he couldn’t lift it anymore. To that long knife slashed on his neck…