Chapter 733 Secret
Tear apart!
There was a sound of tearing cloth, and the pointed iron rod tore through the clothes, tearing a big hole in the enemy's chest. For a moment, the skin and flesh were torn open, and blood spurted out.
Wu Yan had no expression on his face and took a few steps back, looking down at his bloody left arm.
The enemy covered his chest with blood foaming in his mouth, his expression was extremely painful, and he slowly knelt down.
Beside him, there were many people lying on the ground.
None of them died, but every one of them was seriously injured, almost all of them were half-dead.
Wu Yan put away his weapons, stepped forward, and began to fumble for their purses.
“It’s really amazing.”
Not far away, Chu Xianghong in the carriage narrowed her eyes slightly: “The six Wushan monsters can’t defeat him...”
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Outside the carriage, Zhu Mei, who was sitting on the shaft and munching on a piece of sesame cake, squinted her eyes and smiled: "Brother is the best!"
Chu Xianghong ignored her and tried hard to break free from the rope on her body. .
Still unable to do anything.
Wu Yan was very cautious. Not only did he cut off her hand tendons, remove her joints, and tie her up, he also stabbed her pubic area with a sword afterwards.
Chu Xianghong was injured near her heart and her Dantian, which was equivalent to her entire cultivation being crippled.
She didn't care... The Demonic Cult's supreme mental method back then was enough to keep her alive until the last moment before her death, and as long as she returned to her lord, he would have a way to cure herself.
Although she is very weak now, she is not afraid as long as she does not die.
But...
Chu Xianghong has a headache.
Traveling eastward from the Western Regions, four waves of people came to save her, but they all fell to Wu Yan!
In the restaurant battle, she was injured by Zhu Mei's sword attack and was defeated. In her heart, Wu Yan was not that strong.
But along the way, she realized that she was wrong.
This was once the top killer of Xiaoyu Pavilion, but he was so powerful!
His most powerful skill is not swordsmanship at all, nor is it the Lingshu Qiyuan Dharma that can restore injuries.
But he is not afraid of death, really not afraid of death!
There are many people in this world who say they are not afraid of death, but when they actually face death, even those who are bloody and brave will always show a different attitude from the past.
But Wu Yan is different.
He has no feeling of pain and no fear of life and death. Death to him is like drinking a cup of tea in the afternoon.
Faced with a fatal knife, he can use his neck to meet it, jam the blade with his cervical vertebrae, and then send the enemy away with one sword strike!
And during the whole process, he could not even blink an eyelid!
Because of this trait, Wu Yan can always survive a desperate situation even when facing an opponent much stronger than himself.
He only has the sixth realm of Wu Qiao, but along the way, he has defeated three seventh realms and one eighth realm!
These people are already the strongest group of people in the lord's hands and below the cave world!
If we want to send another person, it should be the four brothers and sisters of Feng Yu Lei Shui... But I am afraid they are going to deal with Fu Qingzhou and will not come to save him.
Chu Xianghong was thinking about it in her mind, but Wu Yan had already jumped back into the carriage.
He sat up cross-legged with a calm expression, and used the Lingshu Qiyuan Dafa, greedily absorbing the spirit in the air, and the injuries on his body recovered little by little.
Outside, Zhu Mei had stuffed the sesame cakes back into her clothes, drove the carriage, bypassed those who had fallen to the ground, and continued to move forward.
“Why don’t you kill them?”
Chu Xianghong asked weakly: “If they don’t die, there will always be news coming back, and the number of people coming to you will only increase. The more.”
“No more.”
Wu Yan didn't even open his eyes and said calmly: "There will be no more people."
Chu Xianghong's eyes were slightly strange.
“The people who came this time are enough to establish a sect and create a small sect in the world.”
Wu Yan’s tone did not waver at all: “Those who are stronger than them, It will only be a strong person at the peak of Wu Qiao or even the cave world, but I am afraid that such a person will not have the time to deal with me at this time."
Chu Xianghong smiled calmly: "So sure?" "Pass it to me every day. I’m watching all your information.”
Wu Yan said leisurely: "Fu Qingzhou gathered people in the capital of Shu to deal with Jiang Baichuan. Many people died. No matter who you are, the biggest trouble right now is him. On our side, it is just a trivial little trouble. "
"Huh..." Chu Xianghong smiled helplessly and reluctantly: "Others only think of you as a tool, but they don't know that you are so smart!"
Wu Yan! Still calm: "Being a killer, carefulness is a required course, but most of the time we don't need to think for ourselves, we only need to perform tasks."
"But now that I am no longer a killer, I naturally have to think more. ”
After saying these two sentences, Chu Xianghong fell silent.
She didn't speak any more, she just leaned weakly on the carriage and lowered her eyes.
The carriage moved forward slowly, and after a long time, it finally stopped.
Zhu Mei's happy shouts came from outside the car - she has always been like this, as long as the sun turns west and sees the town again, she will drive in without hesitation, and then follow the scent and find The largest restaurant in town.
Wu Yan doesn’t care, he has money.
Along the way, anyone who fell into his hands would have their wallets taken advantage of, sometimes by him and sometimes by Zhu Mei.
It can be said that he has mastered the core skills of walking in the world.
However, Wu Yan did not get off the car.
There was Chu Xianghong tied up in the car. If someone saw her, it would be very troublesome.
They will spend the night in the carriage. As for Zhu Mei, she will come back when she is full and spend the night together in the carriage.
At this moment, a soft call came from outside the carriage: "Lord Xianghong."
Wu Yan opened his eyes.
He stretched out the iron rod and opened a corner of the carriage curtain.
When the iron rod was taken back, a letter was already hanging on it.
This is the information that needs to be reported to Chu Xianghong every day...
Along the way, her subordinates had even become accustomed to handing over information to Wu Yan first.
Wu Yan opened the letter, glanced at it, turned to Chu Xianghong, and asked: "What are the Eight Swords of the King?"
"Wang...wait?! "
The weak Chu Xianghong's eyes suddenly widened and she sat up straight: "What did you say?"
Wu Yan calmly handed over the letter.
Chu Xianghong couldn't reach out to grab it, so she could only look forward with her neck.
Soon, she read the contents of the letter clearly.
"As the special envoy of Mingjian Pavilion, Fu Qingzhou's duty is to select the master of the Eight Swords of the King! He wants to give the two swords of Li and Zhi to King Xishuo and Master Lan respectively? In order to... lure them to take action against him. Jiang Baichuan? "
Chu Xianghong's breathing became rapid!
“So, what are the Eight Swords of Kings?” Wu Yan asked again.
Chu Xianghong didn't answer him, but her eyes were red.
Yes, her eyes were red and tears were rolling in her eyes.
“Finally, I have finally waited for this day!”
Chu Xianghong bit her lip, feeling excited, emotional, and sad, and murmured: “He finally has a chance. , Finally got a chance!”
Wu Yan looked at her doubtfully.
"Ha, ha ha..."
Chu Xianghong laughed, very chic and charming: "Don't worry, no one will trouble you anymore. You can go to Luo as soon as possible. Yi, if you are fast enough, you can still have time... to witness Fu Qingzhou's death!"
(End of this chapter)