Journey to the West I am just a river god

"Hmph! What are you afraid of!?"

"Scream, scream, the louder you scream, the more excited I am!"

"Haha, even if you slap your throat, no one will come to save you!"

These Thunderbolt Hall disciples also exposed their nature.

"Broken throat, broken throat!" Lin Yun said suddenly from the side.

Xue Jian: ...

Elite Disciple A: ...

Two tricks: ...

This cold joke was a bit too cold, and the atmosphere on the scene was a bit awkward.

"Hey, I wanted to get along with you as ordinary people, but my heart is not old. Now I don't pretend, it's a showdown. I am a cultivator." Lin Yun thought of another stalk.

"What nonsense are you kidding? Court death!"

Just when Elite Disciple A was about to step forward to teach Lin Yun a lesson, Lin Yun directly tore off the somewhat rusty iron chain.

"To tell you the truth, I have a sword that can move mountains, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress demons, order gods, pick stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the sky."

"Sword come!"

Some familiar?

Lin Yun said that if he was familiar or not, he was handsome.

Although the magic sword was severely infected, it could still be done by flying over on its own initiative.

With the magic sword in hand, Lin Yun felt much more at ease.

It's just that there was a lot of commotion here, and a large number of Thunderbolt Hall disciples came.

This magic sword is combined with different spiritual powers, and there are 32 different magic sword skills in total, and this bone can release thunder and lightning, which contains the power of lightning, and the combination of two can barely use one of the five single-attribute skills.

"It's almost time for people to come?"

"Hehe, you're a bit weird, but there are so many of us, what can you do by yourself?" This Elite A was still arrogant because of his large number of people.

"Brat, back up and let me come." Xue Jian also stood up.

"Jacaranda! Jacaranda! Come out, let's fight!"

The jacaranda is naturally one of the five poisonous beasts.

"It's okay, let's see mine." Lin Yun blocked Xuejian Weiwei behind him, and directly used the single lightning attribute magic sword skill.

"Thunder Thunder!"

As soon as the move was made, the dungeon was full of swords and shadows, and the thunder was surging, but the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall also fell to the ground and twitched one after another, bleeding all over their bodies, and there was no chance to resist.

"This... this..." Xue Jian was stunned, is it that simple?

"Well, it's that simple..." Lin Yun just wanted to pretend, but he felt weak, but the magic sword was too magical, and he had absorbed too much of his own energy just now, and it was difficult to be interrupted by Solanum nigrum. Otherwise, you will be dizzy again.

"Jijijiji..." Fortunately, there was a jacaranda, and I saw the jacaranda flapping its wings, holding the five poison beads and turning around Lin Yun, as if using some kind of magical power, Lin Yun also recovered in a moment a lot.

It seems that this magic sword still needs to be purified earlier.

"Is it called a jacaranda? It's quite powerful."

Xue Jian Tsundere said: "Of course~ well, let's go now!"

"Okay!" Lin Yun said that the current level is a bit low, and after a few more days of practice before returning to the field, it also helped Xue understand the iron chain, and then retrieved the equipment and left the dungeon.

When they came to the small river at the back door, they didn't seem to cross the bridge.

But Xuejian still had sharp eyes: "Hey, there is a bamboo raft here, it's great!"

It's just that there are bamboo rafts but no bamboo oars, and they don't know how to paddle, so they can only rely on the waves.

The two of them and the beast took a bamboo raft and went down the river slowly. They didn't land until the next market, but they arrived at a place called Binhua.

(Hmm... Are the jokes and stalks in this chapter embarrassing? If so, I won't write like this...)

Chapter 3 "Then I'll take you home, okay?"

It's just that the two of them hadn't walked a few steps when two Thunderbolt warriors suddenly appeared at the intersection.

Yes, the level is higher, it is for samurai, the kind with complete equipment.

"You guys are really haunted." Lin Yun was speechless when he saw the person from the Thunderbolt Hall appear again.

"Should it be said that you are dedicated to your work or that you are everywhere."

As Lin Yun spoke, he directly moved forward with his sword.

The bloodthirsty magic sword and the afterimage sword came out. Although these two warriors still had some strength, they were not enough to watch, but they fell down in an instant.

"Wow, when did you become so powerful?" Xue Jian couldn't help but marvel.

It's just that before Lin Yun had time to pretend, the two dead disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall suddenly howled a few times, and then turned into hideous monsters.

Of course, to be precise, this is a zombie?

Seeing where Xue Jian had seen such a scene, she was even more frightened and shivered.

Lin Yun took a step forward: "Don't be afraid, I'm here for the small scene."

These two warriors appeared to be even more powerful after being demonized. In fact, they were probably comparable to the combat strength of the foundation building period, and much higher than Lin Yun's Qi training state, but it's not a big problem, as long as they are not too strong Monster, that mahogany sword is still effective.

"Look at my sword!"

Yes, look at my sword, Lin Yun said that I can't use advanced swordsmanship, so let's do it.

The mahogany sword was covered with a thin trace of aura, almost nothing, but this was enough, the mahogany sword was close to the two zombies, like rolling stones into the water, stirring up thousands of waves.

"Ah!!" The two zombies became even more violent.

"Back!" Lin Yun yelled loudly, but he swept away thousands of troops with one move. To put it simply, it was a sweep...

Unexpectedly, this actually aroused a trace of sword energy, the attribute restraint was still serious, and the two zombies were also retreating steadily.

"A sword seals the throat!"