The heartthrob cannon fodder counterattack system

Yi Henshui looked at the retreating Fusang sect disciples, feeling dull.He said to Zhao Ruisi: "Give me the Qitan Heart Sutra."

Li Ruisi took out the "Qitan Heart Sutra" and offered it with his head down.

Yi Henshui got the "Qidan Heart Sutra" and disappeared in a flash.

Liu Feixu clicked his tongue lightly. Although he was dissatisfied with Yi Henshui, he was equal to Yi Henshui and could not command this person.After Yi Henshui left, he led the disciples of the Demon Sect to continue hunting down the disciples of the Fusang Sect.

However, after chasing after him, the disciples of the Fusang School disappeared without a trace.

When Liu Feixu realized that he passed the same peach tree for the third time, he snorted coldly and slapped it out.

An unstoppable force smashed the formation.

When the demon sect arrived at Chijin Pass, they didn't see the disciples of the Fusang sect, only Yang Haokong was there.

If you want to get out of Fusang School from here, you have to go through an extremely narrow path that only allows one person to pass, and there are mountain walls on both sides.And Yang Haokong was standing on this path, holding a sword in his hand.He glanced at everyone, "It's finally here, I've been waiting for a long time."

Li Ruisi looked at Yang Haokong and said, "You are not a member of the Fusang Sect, why bother to lose your life for the Fusang Sect, leave quickly."

"Don't talk nonsense, let's fight." Yang Haokong held a sword flower.

"Good words are hard to persuade, damn ghost." Li Ruisi snorted.

Liu Feixu waved and said, "Go."

The disciples of the Mo Luo faction rushed forward, densely packed like a colony of ants, and attacked Yang Haokong.

Yang Haokong is one man in charge, and ten thousand men can't open it, and none of the disciples of the Moluo Sect is his all-in-one enemy.But after a long time, Chijin Pass piled up many corpses of Moro disciples.

Seeing this situation, Liu Feixu didn't have the slightest intention to go up to help.He folded his arms in front of his chest, with a half smile on his face.

Jian Wenlin gave a strange laugh, and with a wave of his hand, countless black butterflies flew out of his sleeve.

The black butterfly flew to Yang Haokong's side, actually blending into his body.He suddenly felt that his breath was disturbed, and he spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"He's poisoned!"

The morale of the disciples of the Moro Sect was greatly boosted, and the offensive became more violent.

Although Yang Haokong was poisoned, he was still brave.There were many wounds on his body, and blood was spilled on the ground.

His vision was starting to blur, but he kept swinging, swinging, swinging.

He has been learning swords since he was a child, practicing swords every day no matter the weather, wind, frost, rain or snow.The sword seemed to be an organ of his body, and using it became an instinct.

He has killed countless monsters with this sword, and when others asked his name, he laughed and left, because he has advanced cultivation, but he is still unknown.

Today, the name Yang Haokong is destined to shock the world.

Seeing that he was unable to attack for a long time, Li Ruisi suggested to Liu Feixu: "This man is very brave, why not order him to shoot arrows from a distance."

Liu Feixu said lightly, "Sure."

Dozens of Moro Sect disciples took out their bows and arrows and shot at Yang Haokong.

Normally, how could such feathered arrows hurt Yang Haokong, but now he can only try his best to destroy most of the feathered arrows, and many feathered arrows still hit him.

He couldn't even stand firmly, but his hand holding the sword was still so steady.

Blood flowed from the forehead to the eyelashes, turning everything in sight into a scarlet world.

The Cangxuan sect was born to protect the way of heaven, but if the way of heaven really exists, how can we bear to see my way decline and evils rampant?

There seemed to be a voice in his ear——

"Although the Dao and the demons are long in this world, as long as our hearts are not destroyed, the Dao will last forever."

He roared, swept across with his sword, and killed a few more Moro disciples.

Suddenly, a person descended from the sky and slapped Yang Haokong's Tianling Gai with his palm. It was Li Ruisi.He has been observing Yang Haokong from the side, and when he shows his flaws, he will kill him in one fell swoop.

Blood gushed out of Yang Hao's head like a fountain, staining his face red.His body swayed, but he still refused to fall down, half kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with his sword.

The last thing he saw before he died was the little girl who followed him barefoot in the snow that year and insisted on worshiping him as his teacher; Looking at him, and then the man who followed him all the way.

The days are so short, and the hundred years are full of suffering.

Li Ruisi probed Yang Haokong's breath, "He is dead."

Jian Wenlin smirked and said, "Congratulations to Hall Master Li, this is a great achievement!"

"He can be considered a hero, but it's a pity that he died at the hands of someone like you." Liu Feixu also said with a smile.

When Li Ruisi heard Liu Feixu's words, his smile froze on his face, but he didn't dare to refute, to offend the evil spirit.

Liu Feixu said indifferently: "After so long delay, the disciples of the Fusang School must have gone far away. Anyway, the "Qidan Heart Sutra" has been obtained, so they will turn back to the top of six desires."

Everyone said in unison, "Yes."

All the disciples of the Devil's Cult have left, but only one corpse is still standing unyielding.

Hibiscus flowers are blooming red and swaying in the wind.

……

"Wake up, wake up."

In the darkness, He Mengqing heard her own voice talking to herself.He finally woke up with a headache.

Fu Qinxin sat on the side, fiddled with the bonfire with branches expressionlessly, and there were many Fusang sect disciples beside him.

It took He Mengqing a while before he remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.He took a sip of Yang Haokong's wine, and then passed out.

He stood up, "I want to go back!"

Fu Qinxin also stood up, said "yes" without dissuading her.

She seized the flying sword and brought He Mengqing back to Chijin Pass of the Fusang School.

They saw Yang Haokong who was half kneeling.

Yang Haokong was covered in wounds, with feathered arrows stuck in his body, and was red from head to toe.But his hand was still holding the sword tightly.

Seeing this scene, He Mengqing knew that Yang Haokong was in danger, but he still held on to his last hope, walked to Yang Haokong's side, stretched out his trembling hand, and reached out for his breath.

There was no breath, Yang Haokong was really dead.

His master is gone.

"Interesting, interesting, so what if I accept you as an apprentice."

"I am two hundred years old, ten times your age. In my eyes, you are just a child."

"Although I am your master, I haven't taught you much."

……

He Mengqing's tears flowed out all at once, "Master..."

He came to this world with an attitude of playing games in the world, but now, reality has dealt him a heavy blow—it turns out that I am not omnipotent, it turns out that I am not in control, I can even protect the people around me less than.

Fu Qin didn't cry, she was still expressionless, but as long as you saw her eyes, you could tell how much pain she had in her heart.Obviously she was also sad, but she comforted her: "Master died to eliminate demons and defend the way. It is... a well-deserved death, and my brother's condolences will be changed."

He Mengqing really wanted not to cry, but the tears still kept flowing.

Fu Qinxin continued: "Before Master died, he passed on the head of the Cangxuan Sect to me, but I want to pass on the head to you."

"Ah?" He Mengqing was stunned.

Fu Qinxin lowered her eyes, "Master's revenge must be avenged. If I go to the Devil's Cult, I will definitely die, so I want to pass on the head of the Cangxuan Sect to you."

He Mengqing has just experienced the blow of losing her teacher, and now her senior sister is going to seek death again.His mind froze, and he said, "I don't want the head of the sect, I will avenge this revenge."

"Don't mess around." Fu Qin said in a deep voice.

"Senior Sister, you have good aptitude and high cultivation base. Only in your hands can the Cangxuan Sect flourish. If the Cangxuan Sect is in my hands, it might be gone." Although He Mengqing didn't spend much time with this senior sister, But only the two of them depended on each other for life, how could they bear to see her die.

Fu Qinxin said in a low voice: "Don't underestimate yourself. When Master was alive, he valued you very much."

"Well, Senior Sister, if I can't avenge Master within ten years, you can pass on the head of the Cangxuan Sect to me to avenge Master." He Mengqing paused, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I cherish my life the most, even if it is revenge, I still put my life first."

Fu Qinxin looked at He Mengqing for a while, and said, "Okay."

At this time, Duan Lingyu came.

Both Fu Qinxin and He Mengqing looked at Duan Lingyu.

Duan Lingyu walked to Yang Haokong's side step by step.

He murmured: "I didn't expect that between you and me, it was you who left me first."

Ever since the Demon Cult wiped out Kunlun, he had been prepared to live and die with the Fusang Sect. Unexpectedly, while both he and the Fusang Sect were still there, Yang Haokong died, and his death was so miserable.

Between him and Yang Haokong, he hoped that it was him who died.

When Yang Haokong rescued him from the monster, he wanted to repay his kindness, but Yang Haokong didn't want it, so he followed Yang Haokong.Later, Yang Haokong drank too much and had no money to pay the bill, so he paid the bill, and only then did he know Yang Haokong's name.

He was born in the five great immortal sects, and he knew that among the five great immortal sects, there are many people who seek fame and fame, but Yang Haokong's swordsmanship is superb, but he is willing to be unknown, and he does not expect to be rewarded for his kindness. He is the only master he has ever seen in his life.

It is his life's fortune to have this man as his friend.

In this world, many hypocrites, cruel and vicious people are living well, so why are they not the ones who died, but Yang Haokong?

Fu Qinxin also knew that Duan Lingyu and Yang Haokong had known each other for many years, "Master Duan, I'm sorry."

Duan Lingyu looked at Fu Qinxin and He Mengqing, his eyes were a little dazed, "You are...Brother Yang's apprentice, and you are also...sad."

It is easy to say the words of mourning, but how can the pain of being unable to be resurrected after death be soothed easily.

Duan Lingyu took out a jug, poured some wine on the ground, and then took a sip.He forced a smile and said, "You always say that tea is bitter, but this wine tastes more bitter than tea."

As he spoke, tears flowed down his face.