Martial Hero Rebirth

"If Lin can survive, the next time we meet, I will behead you!"

"The next time we meet, I will behead you!"

"I will behead you!"

Under the cliff, Lin Yi's words kept coming and going, echoing in Zishan Dragon King's ears.

Zishan Dragon King stared at the cliff in a daze, dazed, touched the sword marks on his face, and was afraid for a while, only a little bit, if he woke up a moment later, he might be decapitated.

that sword...

Playing it back in my mind for a long time, thousands of times, Zishan Dragon King's heart became more and more shocked. The feeling of fear grew stronger and stronger, and he was almost overturned.

Sword intent, really scary!

For some reason, seeing Lin Yi jumping off the cliff and falling from a cliff as high as thousands of feet, let alone a first-class peak master, even a top master like Zishan Dragon King would surely die. But Zishan Dragon King felt a faint sense of crisis in his heart. It seems that Lin Yi can live, Lin Yi's words before jumping into the cliff echoed in his mind from time to time.

It seemed that it could be realized, and Zishan Dragon King's heart suddenly sank.

"How is it possible, jumping off the cliff, he will definitely die!"

"Even if you don't die, when we meet again, I will behead him..."

Zishan Dragon King sneered, the voice was loud and echoed on the top of the mountain, as if he lacked confidence, he spoke out to embolden himself.

Looking at the cliff again, Zishan Dragon King smiled contemptuously, turned around and left, his body like a ghost, disappeared into the top of the mountain in a few flashes. In the rivers and lakes, no one knows that on the top of this unknown mountain, the chief disciple of the famous Wuyue Sword Sect is the number one in the world. Lin Yi, the deadly sword fairy who beat the top five half-step masters, jumped off the cliff right here.

 …

Time passed quietly, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Since Lin Shaoxia, the life-killing sword fairy, showed up in a small town in the south a month ago, there has been no news. His life and death are unknown, as if there has never been such a person in the whole world.

Once the world's number one pride. Gradually be forgotten.

But on the first day of the Demon Cult, the arrogant Tianjiao reappeared in the world, overwhelmed the righteous and demons of the same generation, and set off a bloody storm. A top-notch top-notch master with a good name and a half-step top master was beheaded by him.

Fame is like the scorching sun at noon, extremely dazzling in the Jianghu.

No one knows, no one knows.

Kaifeng city.

Six awkward figures sat quietly. There was silence one after another, and everyone's faces were dull and full of sadness.

These six people. It was Ye Dong, the five great disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect, the young master of the Beggar Clan, and the successor of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The six of them are all well-known figures of the generation of Tianjiao in the rivers and lakes, but they don't have any scenery belonging to Tianjiao. Instead, they all have disheveled hair and are in a mess.

In the box, there was a long silence. Finally Linghu Feng spoke, his voice was full of sadness: "After waiting for a month, there is no news from Senior Brother Lin Yi, and his life and death are unknown. Whether he is dead or alive, there is no way of knowing. According to the Demon Sect, I The latent intelligence personnel of the Wuyue Sword Sect sent news that the Zishan Dragon King had returned a month ago. And Senior Brother Lin Yi hasn’t heard from him for a month, I’m afraid Senior Brother Lin Yi..."

"Eldest brother will not fall. I don't believe that elder brother will fall!" Chu Yaoyin stood up excitedly and shouted, her eyes were full of tears, extremely sad.

"I also believe that Senior Brother Lin Yi will not perish. He must be healing somewhere. I don't believe that Senior Brother Lin Yi will perish!" Ye Dong stared at Linghu Feng and said word by word.

Linghu Feng sighed: "I don't believe that senior brother Lin Yi will fall. I even know how powerful senior brother Lin Yi is than you. I can't believe that a person like him will fall! But after all, senior brother Lin Yi is alone. There has been no news for many months, and I have to wait and wait, and I can't wait any longer. The teachers, brothers and sisters of the Five Sacred Sword Sect all need us. The law enforcement team still needs us to lead!"

"So... everyone cheer up, and rush back to Huashan tomorrow morning. Report the matter of Senior Brother Lin Yi to the five masters, and inform all the disciples of the Five Sacred Sword Sect."

"Let's just say... Senior Brother Lin Yi was hunted down by the Zishan Dragon King, and the people of Shaolin stood by and watched. Senior Brother Lin Yi's life and death are unknown!"

As soon as Linghu Feng said that, he turned and left, leaving the box of the teahouse for the first time in more than a month. Came to the bustling streets of Kaifeng City, looking at the place where I lived and fought for nearly half a year, because of their protection and fighting, the prosperity here was preserved.

However, at this moment, he didn't feel any joy in his heart, only endless sadness. The city of Kaifeng still exists, but the man is gone!

Looking at the blue sky, white clouds drifting past, as if a familiar face appeared, looking at that face, Linghu Feng suppressed the desire to cry in his heart, with a gloomy expression, holding the hilt of his sword tightly, secretly He said silently in his heart: "Senior brother Lin Yi, I will fulfill your unfulfilled wish. I, Linghu Feng, will protect Mount Hua and the Five Sacred Sword Sect!"

"You... let's go with peace of mind!"

 …

Inside the Kaifeng City Inn.

"Young owner, we can't wait any longer. The owner ordered us to set off immediately and return to Mandala Village! We will leave Kaifeng City tomorrow morning!"

Several first-class peak elders in Mandala Village tried hard to persuade them.

"No, I'm not going back, I'm going to wait here for Mr. Lin, waiting for him to come back!" Wang Yuluo shook his head.

"Young Master, there is no need to wait. There has been no news of Lin Shaoxia for more than a month, and his life and death are unknown. I am afraid he has already fallen!" The elders persuaded one after another.

"No, Mr. Lin can't die, he won't die!" Wang Yuluo argued agitatedly.

"Silly boy, how can anyone not die? Being hunted down by a top expert, not to mention an expert like Zishan Dragon King, Lin Shaoxia has no hope of survival!" The elders shook their heads and sighed.

"I want to avenge him!"

"Yes, I want to avenge him!"

Wang Yuluo was silent for a moment, then suddenly his expression became agitated, and he roared like crazy, he drew his sword and was about to rush out of the inn, with a look of death on his face, wanting to find members of the Demon Cult outside the city. We will die together, and we will go with Lin Yi.

"Young Villa Master, are you crazy?!" The elders all changed their faces, hugged Wang Yuluo, and shouted loudly.

"Yes, I'm crazy! They killed Mr. Lin, and I want to seek revenge from Mr. Lin!" Wang Yuluo smiled miserably, letting his tears fly and struggling hard.

Look at the elders of Mandala Village. They all shook their heads and looked at each other. An elder slashed at the back of Wang Yuluo's neck, knocking Wang Yuluo unconscious. Holding Wang Yuluo in his arms, he said to the other elders: "You don't have to wait for tomorrow, let's go today. The young master is not in a good mood, so he needs to hurry back to the village as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" Several female elders in Mandala Village nodded and started to leave immediately.

 …

On the city wall of Kaifeng. A figure in green clothes stood quietly at the highest point of the city wall, looking out of the city. Put your hands behind your back. With a cold expression on his face and cold eyes, it seems that he never smiles.

"cousin!"

A figure rushed up the city wall, came to the side of the figure in green, and shouted in a low voice.

Of the two, the one in green was Huang Yiting, and the one who came behind was Mu Ziyan. Hearing Mu Ziyan's voice, Huang Yiting nodded slightly. Still expressionless, he said, "Come?"

"En." Mu Ziyan nodded.

"It's been more than a month, Mr. Lin's life and death are unknown, so there's no need to waste time here. We immediately rushed back to Peach Blossom Island, retreated to practice martial arts. Use the fastest time to enter the top realm, and find Zishan Dragon King and Shaolin people , Revenge!" Huang Yiting said in a serious tone.

"Okay!" Mu Ziyan nodded heavily, he was always talkative. At this moment, there is nothing to say. With a serious look on his face, he no longer behaved like a son-in-law.

Huang Yiting kicked his feet suddenly, turned into a green shadow, and jumped out of the city. Heading towards Peach Blossom Island, Mu Ziyan followed closely. The two disappeared in Kaifeng City. left where they fought.

 …

Seven days later.

Linghufeng rushed back to Mount Hua with the five disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect, caught up with the Zishan Dragon King Lin Yi, and reported the news of his unknown life and death.

The top of Mount Hua, in the main hall of the head teacher.

Elder Qin rushed in hurriedly, came to the head of Ouyang, with a heavy and sad expression on his face, and reported: "Master, Yi'er was hunted down by the Zishan Dragon King, and has disappeared for more than a month, and his life and death are unknown. I'm afraid it has..."

"What?!?"

Ou Yangming's hand holding the pen stopped suddenly, the pen trembled, and he couldn't grasp it stably. It fell on the table and blacked out a large area of ​​the order he had just written. Ouyang Ming stood up trembling, with an agitated and unbelievable expression, and was about to speak.

Suddenly coughing violently, he fell on the chair, his face turned pale instantly, and he was sweating profusely.

"Master! Brother Ouyang!"

Elder Qin rushed forward immediately, trying to support Ouyang Ming, but he was quickly stopped by Ou Yangming. Covering his mouth with a handkerchief in his hand, he suddenly spit out a streak of black and stinking blood, instantly staining Bai Jie's handkerchief black.

"nothing!"

Ouyang Ming let go, threw the handkerchief aside, shook his head and said, "It's an old problem!"

Elder Qin looked at the shocking black blood on the handkerchief, his heart was cold, and he panicked: "Master, what should we do now?"

Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, and said with a calm face: "The chief disciple of Huashan, Linghufeng will be the chief disciple for the time being, and try his best to appease my Huashan disciple's emotions, and also, teach Linghufeng the Zixia magic skill. Yi'er's life and death are unknown, and now The only plan is to let Linghu Feng take the lead."

"Hey, I'm Huashan!" Elder Qin shook his head and sighed, cupped his hands, and hurriedly left the teaching hall.

Ouyang Ming sat on the chair, stared blankly, silent for a long time, then sighed: "Yi'er, I hope you are still alive."

"You are the master of Huashan Zhongxing. I believe in you as a teacher, and you will not fall so easily. You must still be alive, right?"

"You must still be staying somewhere to heal your wounds. You must come back after your wounds are healed. As a teacher, I am waiting for you in Huashan, waiting to see you for the last time..."

 …

Time passed quietly.

At that time, the famous deadly sword fairy of the Five Sacred Sword Sect was gradually forgotten, but the five disciples of the Five Sacred Sword Sect headed by Linghu Feng rose up with the Five Sacred Sword Sect, becoming famous in the world and deterring the demon sect.

Lin Yi was expelled from the Jianghu Fengyun list. As time went by, fewer and fewer people still remembered the name Lin Yi. The names that people in the Jianghu remembered were the newly rising generation of arrogance.

By the river, Lin Yi slowly opened his eyes from the endless darkness and woke up. (to be continued ~^~)