Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 48 In the name of Montenegro (on the shelf for the first order)
Heishan held a single bronze saber in his hand. It had a long blade, a thin blade and a thick ridge, and when it was cut obliquely, it was as fast as wind and thunder.

The sword in Lu Yun's hand went forward, the too long blade was not Han Jiangxue, the soaring evil spirit turned into a chain, locking herself with the sword.

Lu Yun's mind is clear.

She calmly watched herself go out with one sword after another, but she knew that this was not her swordsmanship.

She is like a lonely soul bound in this body, unable to leave, and can only watch this battle stemming from selfish desires.

The knife meets the sword, the body of the knife penetrates the belly, and the blade penetrates the heart.

The agony of dying gave her soul a chance to break free from that body.

She floated into the sky and watched the two die together.

The fighting is still going on in the distance.

There were footsteps on bloody water.

It was a teenager from the Montenegrin tribe, stumbling around.

He knelt in front of Heishan and shouted: "Father..."

Tears rolled down the blood-stained cheeks, and it was already hard to tell whether it was blood or tears.

"Yo, there's a kid over there!"

The fluttering voice came from human monks, wanting to kill them all.

At this moment, someone rushed out, hugged the Heishan boy, and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.

Her vision was dim for a while, her legs seemed to be in the clouds, and it took a long time to get her feet on the ground. Lu Yun pushed away the person in front of her and coughed loudly.

Lu Yun, with flushed cheeks, looked at Heishan in front of her and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you that boy?"

"Yes."

Hei Shan, who let go of his hand, raised his eyebrows, and smiled gently when he saw Lu Yun's painful appearance.

He squeezed his fingers, and what remained at the fingertips was the warmth of the skin of the weak monk in front of him.

The artery is just under the finger, if it goes a little deeper, this little girl will die in his own hands.

Like an ant, you can't do it even if you struggle.

"What you see is the truth about the destruction of my Black Mountain family."

"From the elderly to the children, none of them have been spared."

"It's a pity they forgot that our Black Mountain clan has guarded this place for generations, so how come there is no retreat."

Their retreat is this underground palace.

At that time, the human monk saved him and the rest of the Montenegrin tribe.

However, most of those clansmen were seriously injured, and they who hid in the underground palace did not have enough medicine, so those people died after all.

"Little girl, the kindness I owe you to the Hidden Sword Sect will be repaid today."

His grace of not killing the person in front of him is enough to repay the kindness of the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect for saving his life that day.

Chang Jie trembled slightly, with suffocating moisture.

Lu Yun raised her head and saw Black Mountain standing with her hands behind her back.

"She saved me and left me a child."

Heishan waved to Xiao Heishan, touched the other's head, and the smile in his eyes was much more real.

"I've stayed here for a hundred years, and every ten years, I watch you monks enter here and keep looking for the location of the underground palace."

"Under the guise of training, hehe... the hypocrisy of you people remains unchanged."

"But today's scene, I hope you guys like it."

After the secret realm was sealed off, his wife helped him deal with the remaining monks, but she was seriously injured because of it.

He searched for those treasures in the ancient city, one for the purpose of arranging the underground palace as the hidden place that those people wanted in their hearts.

The other wanted to find a panacea to save his wife, but his wife finally died decades ago.

After he survived, he thought about revenge every day.

He inherited the name of his father, Montenegro, and he gave his child the name of Montenegro, in order to pass on this hatred from generation to generation.

Now that the Black Mountain family came to him, it was the last bloodline.

His children do not have orthodox Montenegrin blood.

This is God telling him to let him end the hatred of the year with his own hands.

"Speaking of which, the puppet art was collected from you monks."

The blood of the Black Mountain clan is extraordinary, and those clansmen were made into puppets, and their combat effectiveness was also strong.

If it is not necessary to lure the enemy to go deep, those puppets can be even higher.

"This underground palace should be as you think."

Hei Shan, who smiled lightly, was very satisfied.

He has prepared for today for nearly a hundred years.

He really wanted to see what expressions these sect's newest genius disciples had on their faces after he had killed them in this underground palace.

"I invite you to watch a play."

Heishan waved his hand, and the wall of the tomb was shining brightly, and then pictures flickered on it.

This is exactly what happened to the rest of the people in the underground palace.

The formation separated them, and in the subsequent exploration, some people met.

The temptation of treasures made these monks fight.

In most of the burial chambers, there is only one usable thing, how can the people who enter together come first and then come later.

In this way, ownership can only be determined by force.

Once you do it, you can never do it again.

Lu Yun looked at one of the scenes, it was Liu Ru.

At this moment, Liu Ru was surrounded by two people and tried her best to deal with it.

Those two were Bodhi Cave disciples, and Liu Ru was holding something in her hand.

Her left arm was dripping with blood, her fingertips were twitching, and she had a mocking look on her face.

"A group of cowards, are you worthy?"

She met these two people on the road and agreed to move forward together.

When they came to the tomb, they met the puppet guarding the gate, and the three of them started to fight, but the two were seriously injured before the beating.

Liu Ru had no choice but to deal with the puppet with all her strength.

After finally getting rid of the puppet, the two people who were supposed to be seriously injured turned their swords at each other.

So what can Liu Ru not understand.

She was cheated by these two scumbags.

"Even if I die, I won't give you anything."

The cold-faced Liu Ru swung his sword again.

The disciples of Bodhi Cave practice Bodhi Hands, which is a kind of palm technique. One palm can pull out thousands of afterimages, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Liu Ru, who was surrounded by two people, couldn't move half of her body.

The sharp long sword cut through the emptiness and hit one of them on the shoulder.

The man retreated from the pain, his expression dark and fierce.

"If it weren't for us, none of you would have found the location of the underground palace."

"This is supposed to be our Bodhi Cave. Letting you in is already showing mercy."

These words are really lofty, but do the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect need the charity of these people?

"A lot of nonsense!"

Liu Ru pretended she didn't hear it, and the sword didn't stop.

He used the Blastering Wind Sword Jue, but when Lu Yun looked at it, he could see that Liu Ru's current moves were based on his own Blastering Wind Sword Jue.

Liu Ru's talent is good, but she also knows that compared with Lu Yun and others, she is still far behind.

Instead of practicing those superb swordsmanship that she is difficult to control, she chooses to return to the basics.

This basic sword art is used with light and agile moves, with Liu Ru's own characteristics.

There was also a smile on Lu Yun's face.

It seemed that Liu Ru was suppressed, but in fact Liu Ru could turn defeat into victory within fifty moves.

It seems that Liu Ru's ending is the same as in the original text, she was seriously injured but her life was saved.

"Hehe, you disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect are not bad."

Montenegro's praise seemed to pass by, leaving behind a faint killing intent.

The game of cat and mouse is not over yet.

(End of this chapter)