Chapter 150 This time, he doesn’t want to escape [First update, please vote! ]

Even Li Sansi has entered the Ti Zang realm?

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to Overlord.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao entered the body storage, and Overlord had nothing to say. After all, these two were disciples of Bai Yujing, and they had already stepped half a foot into the body storage, and behind them was the mysterious and powerful Lu Pingan.

Entering the body and hiding it was not beyond the Overlord's expectations.

But...why did Li Sansi also enter the body storage?

Overlord looked at Li Sansi with disbelief in his eyes.

Previously in the secret realm of Wolong Ridge, Ba Wang was stronger than Li Sansi, and Li Sansi had not gained much benefit. Could a copy of "Spirit Movement Sword Trace" allow Li Sansi to enter the Ti Zang realm? Ba Wang had been struggling to achieve this realm, had been beaten countless times, and had persisted under the cruelty of the mysterious black shadow, but had never entered the Ti Zang realm. And how come Li Sansi... this guy had gotten there before him? Ba Wang was unwilling, but it was useless to be unwilling.

Immortal fate, immortal fate...it’s all about fate.

After letting out a breath, Xiang Shaoyun's eyes relaxed slightly.

He has grown up and is no longer the hot-blooded and impulsive tyrant he used to be.

"Although I am a step behind, I am confident that I will eventually surpass you."

The Overlord's eyes are as sharp as a torch.

Li Sansi was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a wooden sword, with his sleeves fluttering. When he saw Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao in the distance, his face stiffened slightly, especially when he saw Nie Zhangqing, his face became a little embarrassed.

He was also in the Ti Zang realm, but he was beaten so badly in a battle with Nie Zhangqing outside Beiluo City that he began to doubt his life.

After that battle, he began to reflect on himself and realized that there must be something wrong with the way he broke through.

Because it was Zhu Long who helped him break through, with a bit of coercion, Li Sansi's strength was weaker than Nie Zhangqing, who broke through the shackles by experiencing power on his own.

At least, there is a slight lack of control over power.

So, Li Sansi came. He passed through the Longmen Secret Realm, crossed the iron chain bridge and came to the central palace.

At the center of the eight dragon gates, there will be an extremely powerful master of the secret realm, just like the ancient cultivator who was sleeping in the coffin in the secret realm of Wolong Ridge.

In fact, Li Sansi made a great determination to come here.

The main reason was that there were not many places in the Great Zhou Dynasty where he could hone his strength.

Yes, there is only one Baiyujing.

Nie Zhangqing had just spanked him, so it would not be a good idea for him to seek abuse again.

And Bai Yujing also has Lu Pingan.

Li Sansi felt that if he went to challenge, he might... never come back.

So, after weighing the pros and cons, he returned to Dao Sect, stepped into the Longmen Secret Realm, crossed the iron chain bridge, and climbed up to this place.

However, he did not expect that Nie Zhangqing, Ning Zhao and others were also there.

"What a coincidence."

Li Sansi smiled, with an embarrassed look on his face.

Nie Zhangqing, with a butcher knife slung over his shoulder and his white shirt fluttering, glanced at Li Sansi.

"Come to challenge the master of the secret realm?"

Nie Zhangqing asked.

Li Sansi nodded slightly.

"Your courage is commendable. Young Master said that this master's strength is not an ordinary Ti-zang realm..."

Nie Zhangqing said.

Then he raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"You first."

Li Sansi's expression changed slightly.

He could actually get Lu Ping'an's praise. Could it be that the master of the Ti Zang realm in this palace is so powerful?

In order to divert the embarrassment, Li Sansi looked at Overlord.

"Overlord, long time no see..."

Li Sansi said.

He discovered that the Overlord's aura seemed to still exist in the Qi Dan realm and had not yet entered the body.

Hence, a little surprising.

This surprise hurt the Overlord's heart, and he glanced at him coldly.

"Want to fight?"

The Overlord raised his Ganqi and slammed his long axe against the shield, and the clanging sound echoed around the palace.

Li Sansi waved his hands, his face slightly stiff. How come this Overlord has such a bad temper, as if he was eating chili peppers?

Ning Zhao ignored them.

She lightly tapped the ground with her toes, and her white skirt fluttered, then burst out and turned into a straight white streak.

She raised the cicada-wing sword in her hand and held it horizontally in front of her.

Nie Zhangqing also followed and his hand fell on the handle of the butcher knife he was carrying.

The two of them rushed into the deep palace almost side by side.

Li Sansi let out a breath, his Taoist robe fluttering as he followed.

The Overlord clenched his fists, and without hesitation, he took a step forward and stepped into the palace.

Everyone is already in Ti Zang.

Only he was not, and the Overlord was unwilling to accept that.

He wants to use greater pressure to force himself into hiding!

…

The island in the middle of the lake, the second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, drinking wine on the golden nanmu table.

The wine in the pot gurgled, giving off an intoxicating aroma. I picked up a green plum with chopsticks and put it into the pot. The boiling wine devoured the green plum in an instant.

As for Lu Fan, he was sensing the eight dragon gates and the people who were forming a group to fight the Overlord in the central palace.

"The Overlord...has not yet hidden himself."

"Sure enough, after entering the devil realm, the Overlord is much stronger than the ordinary peak Qi Dan realm... The pressure of entering the body storage is also greater than that of the ordinary peak Qi Dan realm."

"It can be considered a blessing and a curse."

Lu Fan stirred the wine in the jug with a bamboo tube, scooped out a spoonful, put it to his mouth, and took a sip.

Then he narrowed his eyes.

With some interest, he looked at everything that was happening outside the island in the middle of the lake.

…

Outside the island.

Many people from the martial arts world stood on the shore, and as time passed, an atmosphere of impatience gradually spread among these people.

Some people started to feel unhappy and started to make noise.

Luo Yue had a cold expression on his face, standing with a sword slung over his shoulder. The iron-blooded soldiers of Beiluo around him also held their swords in their hands to stop these people from the martial arts world.

Some ruffians in the underworld seemed to sense that something was not right.

So he wanted to leave.

"Let me go! This Baiyujing...Is it okay if I don't want to worship?"

A second-rate martial artist in Jianghu was about to leave the lakeside, but was stopped and could not help but shout out.

Luo Yue glanced at the man indifferently.

Although he didn't recognize this man, he could smell the smell of blood from this man. Obviously... this man was responsible for many deaths.

Moreover, from the gloom and ferocity in this man's brow, it can be seen that he must be a ruthless person.

Following this person's cheering.

More and more martial artists spoke out.

The tranquility of the lake was suddenly broken.

"We want to leave, why can't you let us go?"

"Isn't Bai Yujing too bullying? We came here with admiration, but ended up being so disappointing."

"What kind of cultivator force? It seems like they are similar to those hypocritical sects in the martial arts world! They are all the same!"

…

Many people in the underworld were making constant noise.

Luo Yue looked at these people coldly. Perhaps some of these people in the martial arts world sincerely wanted to join Baiyujing.

However, most people just come to join in the fun or try their luck.

After all, if one is lucky enough to join the world's number one force of cultivators, his status in the martial arts world will be extraordinary.

Even if they joined Baiyujing and were expelled, they would still have things to brag about, and when they went to other places in the future, they would have the capital to bully others and might even be treated as guests of honor by some small aristocratic families, thus reaching the peak of their lives.

Luo Yue has seen many people like this.

"Come as you like, leave as you like... What is Beiluo City?"

"What is Baiyujing?"

The flesh on Luo Yue's face twitched.

The next moment, the knife at his waist was pulled out suddenly, and the clanging sound echoed by the lake.

The soldiers around also drew their swords.

The warriors were immediately in an uproar. What was going on? However, the battle never broke out.

Luo Yue raised his head and saw a solitary boat drifting slowly on the lake.

At the front of the solitary boat, there was a man in white clothes carrying a yellow pear wood sword case with four swords hidden in the case. He sat upright in the boat with his hands folded across his chest.

The lone boat drifts, pushing the ripples of the water to both sides.

Accompanied by the diffuse fog, it seems somewhat free and resolute.

"The Master said that if you can reach the island, you can become a disciple of Baiyujing."

"However, if you want to get to the island, you have to get past me."

The man in white on the lonely boat spoke slowly.

His voice drowned out the noise, causing many people in the martial arts world to be slightly stunned.

Luo Yue raised the corner of his mouth and sheathed the knife again.

"Those who escape will be killed."

Luo Yue spoke coldly and mercilessly.

The man on the shore shuddered inexplicably.

"Are you a disciple of Baiyujing?"

Someone from the martial arts world shouted at Jing Yue who was floating on the lone boat.

Jing Yue stood up slowly, put his hands down, and shook his head.

"Not yet."

"But, if I can defeat all of you... I will be the one."

Jing Yue said.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a pot of hot water suddenly boiling, and many people in the martial arts world almost burst into cursing.

They came to pay homage to Baiyujing.

As a result, a man came out and said that he was not yet a disciple of Baiyujing, but he could become a disciple of Baiyujing as long as he defeated them.

Are they just stepping stones? The most important thing is...

Isn't this person too arrogant? Here... there are thousands of warriors.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

They were not just thousands of ordinary soldiers, but thousands of warriors. The energy and blood that burst out of them were enough to drown Jing Yue.

"It is said that the disciples of Baiyujing are crazy, but the master of Baiyujing is even crazier..."

"Now, a person who is not even a disciple of Baiyujing is so arrogant!"

Someone in the underworld laughed coldly.

Many people's eyes rolled around, and they began to think about it.

If they could kill Jing Yue, or seriously injure Jing Yue, they would have something to talk about when they left Beiluo City.

Regardless of whether Jing Yue is a disciple of Baiyujing or not, once they leave Beiluo, they can declare to the world that they have injured disciples of Baiyujing in Beiluo City. In the eyes of the aristocratic families in some small places, their status will naturally rise.

Therefore, many people looked at Jing Yue, and some were eager to try.

The lone boat docked.

Jing Yue jumped onto the stairs.

Looking at the crowd of more than a thousand warriors, Jing Yue felt the pressure.

This pressure caused him to have an extremely strong urge to turn around and run away from the bottom of his heart.

Whenever Jing Yue encounters an unbeatable situation, he will show this mentality.

He wanted to escape, he wanted to live.

Jing Yue held down his shaking thigh and pinched a piece of flesh. Although it was painful, it alleviated the fear in his heart a little.

Some warriors saw Jing Yue's appearance and sneered.

"Is this guy's legs shaking because of fear?"

"One against a thousand, and he's a warrior. Who does he think he is? Is Bai Yujing Lu safe? It's normal to be scared to the point of weakness."

"I always feel like this guy is going to turn around and run away in the next second!"

The warriors sneered.

However, many people still moved while laughing. These people had rich combat experience and their methods were very ruthless.

He drew out his sword and attacked Jing Yue's vital points.

These warriors who took the first action had many lives lost.

They are fierce and cruel.

Jing Yue let out a breath.

He raised his hand, put his fingers together, and swung it forward.

The sword in the sword box suddenly flew out with a clanging sound.

A sword hit a martial artist's chest, causing him to spit out blood and fly out.

The flying sword was caught in Jing Yue's hand.

There was determination in his eyes. The young master had given him this opportunity, and he must seize it.

Otherwise... these so-called gangsters can be suppressed by the young master just by placing a piece on the chessboard, so why bother asking him to clean them up with so much trouble?

A thousand warriors, even if they are all second-rate or inferior, are a huge pressure for Jing Yue.

What's more, among these warriors, there are some first-rate and grandmasters!

The sword hidden in the box was unsheathed again.

Jing Yue rushed out holding two swords.

He did not use his spiritual energy because he knew that once it was exhausted, he would only be able to support himself with physical strength. Even if he was a master warrior, his physical strength could not match that of hundreds or thousands of people.

Therefore, he needs to find a breakthrough rationally.

A bunch of gangsters rushed over.

Jing Yue swung the sword in his hand, knocking several martial artists flying, with blood spurting out from his chest.

This caused many people to fall to the ground and wail.

"You... once became a bandit and massacred a small village."

suddenly.

Jing Yue drew his sword and blocked a second-rate warrior.

He glanced sideways, recognized the man, and said coldly.

He swung the sword in his hand and pierced the warrior's body, pinning him to the ground.

Four swords came out of the box at the same time.

Jing Yue became more and more ferocious. He had been holding back at first, but as these people burst out with murderous intent, every move contained murderous intent to kill him, and he, Jing Yue...

Naturally, there is no need to hold back.

He was dazzled by the four swords.

He held two swords in each hand, stabbed the person through, then pulled out two swords from the corpse while rolling around and continued to kill the enemy.

Suddenly.

Jing Yue felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

A master warrior attacked and slashed at the back of Jing Yue's head, trying to kill him with one blow.

Jing Yue turned around, and a wisp of spiritual energy was mobilized out of the Qi Dan.

A sword swept out.

The master was swept away and spit out large mouthfuls of blood in the air.

Jing Yue began to gasp.

There are more and more people around.

Periphery.

Luo Yue, who was on guard, looked at the scene, a solemn look flashing in his eyes.

Looking at Jing Yue who was overwhelmed by the ferocious martial artists, he was not optimistic.

Jing Yue's strength is much weaker than Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao.

His spiritual energy reserves are not high, only about four or five strands.

Once the spiritual energy is exhausted, physical strength will soon fail to keep up.

This battle... is difficult for Jing Yue.

Jing Yue was gasping for breath, and his chest felt like a bellows.

Many warriors stared at him fiercely and waved their weapons, almost drowning Jing Yue.

The scene in front of me gradually began to blur and overlap.

The burning village, the fallen bodies, the blood-stained ground...

The cries of countless children and women.

The image of him that was like a demon in his heart appeared in front of Jing Yue's eyes.

It was eating away at his heart bit by bit, making him a little dazed.

His parents screamed at him to run as far as possible, to survive.

He traveled thousands of miles from West County to South County...

He's been on the run his whole life.

In the sword sect, everyone laughed at his cowardice.

And now, does he still want to escape?

A sharp pain woke Jing Yue up.

A warrior's face was filled with ecstasy, he had injured Jing Yue and he would soon win!

However, the next moment, Jing Yue swept him away with a sword wrapped in spiritual energy.

Jing Yue was leaning on his sword, he had no time to pick up other swords.

He had been neglected on the Lake Heart Island for a long time, and Jing Yue knew why. It was because he always wanted to escape when he encountered danger. Lu Fan had been reluctant to let him become a member of Baiyujing because he was worried that if the Lake Heart Island encountered a crisis in the future, he, Jing Yue, would be the first to escape.

That feeling of betrayal would make Lu Fan disappointed. Instead of being disappointed, it is better not to give hope.

However, Lu Fan still gave Jing Yue a chance.

Jing Yue cherished this opportunity very much and tried his best to prove himself and join Baiyujing.

He likes the atmosphere of Baiyujing.

He actually regarded Baiyujing as his home.

On the island, there is Ni Yu who always farts but is good at making pills, Nie Shuang who works hard to practice boxing and is motivated, the cold Ning Zhao, the vicissitudes of life Nie Zhangqing, as well as Yi Yue, Lv Dongxuan, Lv Mudui and others...

There is also the mysterious and powerful young master, Lu Pingan.

When Sword Saint Huadong left, he wanted to take Jing Yue with him, but Jing Yue refused.

He likes Baiyujing and likes staying on the island in the middle of the lake.

Leaning on the sword, he looked at these vicious and cruel people in the martial arts world.

Jing Yue suddenly laughed.

This time, he couldn't escape, nor did he want to escape.

He has to face it bravely for once.

He's going to try once.

The tip of the sword that was against the ground was pulled up, and it made a tearing sound as it rubbed against the bluestone.

Jing Yue smiled lightly.

Without hesitation, with his white shirt stained with blood, he rushed towards the many warriors and was submerged in the crowd.

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