Lu Haoxian looked towards Jimo Huaxue and frowned slightly: "It turned out to be like this..."
Li Wai smiled and said, "Our second sister-in-law is a famous swordsman in the martial arts world. It's not difficult for her to smash your guqin and broken erhu."
"Forget it." Lu Haoxian shook his head and screamed towards Yingzhou.
On Yingzhou, Lv Fanxian sighed after hearing the scream: "I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still capable people in the martial arts world who can resist our invasion. I still underestimated them."
Lu Xuanshui sat on the edge of the cliff, swinging his legs, looking relaxed: "If they are really so vulnerable, wouldn't it be too boring? Come on, let me see who else in this world is worthy of our full-strength battle after Su Han!"
In the cold pond below, the bearded man broke out of the water and broke free of the iron shackles with a wave of his hand. He looked up to the sky and laughed, "I have finally waited for this day!"
The thin man sat calmly beside the cold pond, looking up at Lu Xuanshui above him, and whispered, "Agui."
"Brother." The bearded man replied, "What's wrong?"
"Remember today, this is the day we leave Yingzhou completely." The thin man tapped his feet and walked towards the shore.
On the cliff, Lv Fanxian looked at the two figures running away and said in a deep voice, "If we let them go, I'm afraid the entire battle situation will get out of control."
"Then let's get out of control and turn the world upside down." Lu Xuanshui said with a smile.
On the shore of the South China Sea, Jimo Huaxue sat cross-legged and began to regulate her breathing. Mo Wen led everyone to resist the group of visitors from Yingzhou on the shore. The Nine Evils of Demon City and the Four Sword Kings of the Feng Family were all seriously injured. The Thirteen Eagles of the Dongfang Family and the disciples of Tianxiao Cloud Realm suffered heavy casualties and were about to be unable to resist. Mo Wen and Dongfang Yunwo stood back to back, surrounded by six visitors from Yingzhou. No matter how powerful their martial arts were, they could not break out for a while. Seeing that those people were about to land, Jieqingbujiese led the disciples of Shanglin Tiangong and Xuegong to support them, and barely saved some of the decline.
"Sir." Jimo Huaxue suddenly shouted.
Dongfang Xiaoyue frowned, looked at the sea ahead, and whispered: "I feel it." He waved his hands, and the God-killing Book opened again, the pages fluttered, and Dongfang Xiaoyue picked up the red-faced small brush and wrote a word on the page -
"end!"
"Interesting." A huge wave rose on the sea, and a bearded man came running from the direction of Yingzhou, passing through the visitors from Yingzhou and the people who were trying to intercept him, and came in front of Dongfang Xiaoyue, then punched the pages. The pages turned into dust in an instant, and the man stopped and looked down at the child in front of him.
"Lü Gui!" Dongfang Xiaoyue exclaimed when she saw the person coming.
The bearded man stretched out his finger and scratched his cheek, looking at the child in front of him curiously: "Who are you, kid? How do you recognize me?"
"Since you are here." Dongfang Xiaoyue looked at the sea, "Then Lu Song..."
On the sea, a thin man slowly stepped on the waves. He was not as aggressive as Lu Gui, but he put his hands behind his back and walked slowly. However, when the visitors from Yingzhou saw him coming, they all consciously stepped aside, as if they were very afraid of him. Someone in the academy wanted to step forward to stop him, but Lan Yuze stretched out his hand to stop him.
"I advise you not to go and die." Lan Yuze whispered.
So the thin man slowly walked through the crowd and came to Lu Gui's side. He also lowered his head to look at Dongfang Xiaoyue: "Oh? It's you."
Lu Gui sniffed and said, "Brother, do you know this little kid?"
"He is not a little kid. You know him. The scar on your right arm was left by him." Lu Song said quietly.
Lu Gui was stunned: "That dead scholar?"
Dongfang Xiaoyue's mouth twitched slightly: "What dead scholar? I am a Confucian sage. Students all over the world call me Sir."
Lu Gui rolled up his sleeves and said, "You damned scholar, I haven't seen you in such a state in a few years. Then I won't be polite. I will kill you to pay for the scar on my hand!"
"Then let's try it." Dongfang Xiaoyue put away the small red-faced brush and punched Lu Gui.
Lu Gui stretched out his palm, grabbed Dongfang Xiaoyue's fist, and threw him out: "You look like a useless person, what can you use to fight me?"
"Then why don't you look at your own appearance? You look like neither human nor man, just a running dog!" Dongfang Xiaoyue jumped into the air, waved her long sleeves, and three silver needles shot towards Lu Gui.
“What a trifle!” Lu Gui didn’t even bother to look at him, and chased after him. The three silver needles melted and evaporated when they encountered his body-protecting true energy. “Brother, be careful of that stinky Taoist priest. Since this dead scholar is here, I think that stinky Taoist priest may also be here.”
Lu Song's attention was focused on Jimo Huaxue who was sitting cross-legged and practicing Qi in front of him. He took a few steps forward and asked, "Just now, I heard a whale cry above Yingzhou. Was it your sword that made it?"
Jimo Huaxue opened her eyes and asked in confusion: "How do you know that is the roar of a whale? You have heard it before."
"Of course. There are no more than three people in this world who have heard the sound of whale roars, but I happen to be one of them." Lu Song said slowly, "But you are the only one I have seen who can make whale roars with a sword."
Jimo Huaxue replied, "This is the sword technique created by my husband. He practiced swordsmanship at sea for a year and was fortunate enough to hear the whale's cry. He created this sword technique after returning."
"The roar of the whale is one of the purest and most ancient sounds in the world. Only this kind of sound can break the sound of the White Walkers. You are very good, so I must kill you." Lu Song's tone was very calm.
Jimo Huaxue was still unable to move at this moment. She closed her eyes and said, "As you wish."
"Hua Xue!" Dongfang Xiaoyue saw Lu Song raising his hand and was about to chase after him to stop him, but was slapped back by Lu Gui.
"You dead scholar, your opponent is me." Lu Gui sneered.
Lu Song placed his hand on Jimo Huaxue's head: "Don't worry, you won't feel any pain if you die in my hands."
"I wouldn't even want you to die with my gun!" An old but heavy voice suddenly sounded in the distance.
Upon hearing this, Lu Song raised his head suddenly, then took seven steps back before stopping.
With a "bang", a long spear fell from the sky and landed between Lu Song and Jimo Huaxue. The spear was so powerful that it shook the entire coastline slightly.
An old man in a red robe came out of the woods and came to Jimo Huaxue's side: "Jimo City Lord, I am late."
Jimo Huaxue smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Senior Spear Saint would also come here."
Lu Song frowned and looked at the old man: "I have never seen a strong man like you."
The old man waved his hand, and the spear fell back into his hand: "Wang Yi, the Jiangnan Wang family."