The Legend of Long Chu
The spirit of Long Chu

"Wake, Long!" Xiao Shu shook Long Chu's body several times. He thought of making artificial breath with his mouth.

But he paused in embarrassment if anyone saw him do that, moreover Long Chu fainted instead of being out of breath.

"Give him this" someone threw something that smelled quite pungent, but Xiao Shu knew quite well the usefulness of the item.

It was immediately used and he stuck it near Long Chu's nose. From how many breaths after that Long Chu finally came to a realization as well. With eyelashes that move slowly and start to open. There was a sigh of relief that sounded in Long Chu's ears and he looked fixedly at the face that was so close to him.

Now their position was awkward, making Xiao Shu's face flushed again. Long Chu rose from the thigh he had collapsed earlier and said. "Thank you very much Shu! You saved my life. How is the sect doing now?" Long Chu immediately asked that. Because the last time he remembered. He reported to the guards. After that I no longer know what happened and ended up on the thigh of a beautiful woman.

"Everything is in chaos at the moment, the sect was attacked and even betrayed by the elders. Somehow father's fate!?" Xiao Shu said with a bit of sadness. "But if the patriarch has come all will be easily resolved, I'm sure of that" he added.

Long Chu swept his gaze. Now they were in a place where there was no one else but them. Aged and so close. How he can control himself.

Instantly he turned only to correct the position of the bird that was slightly tilted from where he was. "We better help the others, than we're stuck here and doing the right thing" the sentence stopped immediately when Xiao Shu chimed in.

"Don't think strange? if you feel better. Let's go!" Xiao Shu moved first to avoid Long Chu seeing her embarrassed face.

Not how far they both stopped. They were faced with a lot of blood spills and body pieces scattered. It made no difference, whether it was from the party of the Dusk Dawn sect. Or the enemy.

The fight still continued, Long Chu took out his sword from the storage bag. And help someone sari disciple who will be cut off part of his back.

Breeze! The guy immediately fell. Long Chu did not ask for news. Because this is not the time to ask that.

He swung the sword that Grandma Zhou gave him. Although not a sword. But the sword was quite sharp. Add his physical strength and his shortness level which was already at the one-star Gold Swordsman stage.

[Foot records, now the levels are called warriors. Example: One-star Gold Swordsman. From now on]

Long Chu was looking for an opponent that he could indeed fight against. If you can't. He would stay away and leave it to the senior disciples who were more able to cope. He is not a reckless person and knows better what can and does not.

And Long Chu immediately remembered the betrayal of Han Bing who destroyed the sect and killed everyone including his wife and body in the past. It ignited his spirit in killing mercilessly the opposing sect as well as the Dusk Dawn sect itself who had betrayed.

Long Chu moved Zig Zag with quick steps beheading the opponent. With a puncture, with a flick of the sword, with a kick even with something whatever could be used to kill the opponent. He'll do. As long as the opponent falls.

"Fight them on. Fighters until they come home empty-handed. United we are firm. Divorce us!!" Long Chu shouted out a semangaT sentence to the disciples and elders who were about to give up.

He was like a god who came to save them. Mask with little power. But it can really ignite the fire that was dim. Hope again comes the sun tub that appears from the east when the morning is approaching.

"We can!" Those two words were shouted by the elder in charge of guarding the disciple. He smiled looking at the young man who was so excited, fearless, even just being at the level of a one-star golden swordsman. While he who was already at the level of a one-star swordsman still felt uncomfortable when killing without blinking.

'Is he a war god?' The inner elder

As soon as the disciples heard the cry of the elder, and the guidance teacher who also made the cry. Their spirit burns like a fire that burns everything.

... …….....

While elsewhere, when the heart feels there is no hope anymore. One figure appeared and smilingly looked at Xiao Dai. "You fought hard enough, Xiao Dai!" The voice was so soft it sounded. However it became a threat to those who were about to attack Xiao Dai. "Yi Meng, I can't believe you're the cause of all this. If I don't punish you now. It would be very sinful to the Disciple who died over this incident" Wen Hao said with a sharp look of eyes.

He instantly moved with a breeze of rumbling wind, very quickly. It is even difficult for the eyes to follow his movements.

Oh wow!! An open palm immediately grabbed Yi Meng by the neck.

Everyone was surprised to see it. They thought that Wen Hao was only at the level of a Third King. But they were wrong just because Wen Hao never said the truth.

Wen Hao was at the level of a Five-star King swordsman right now. So he could have done that so easily.

Kratak up! Yi Meng's neck was instantly broken and he had to be willing to die from his own greed.

Wen Hao threw it aside just to clear the field of pests. "Now is the time for you who have dared to try to steal my sect to die!" Wen Hao moved back quickly. Facing a King level of stage two, two people and stage one down a few. was an easy matter for him.

"He's just alone. There is no way that many of us can not give one or two attacks to him" said Gou Hu encouraged colleagues who had taken a step back when he saw Yi Meng's death. They are certainly not fools, if the opponent can easily kill people who are the same level as them then for what to do the resistance, it is better to run away and find safety..

But what Gou Hu said was also true, they were all there were so many people on the same level, he said, one-man opponent Wen Hao who was at the level of a three-star Swordsman King (according to them) could have won. "Better to try than be ashamed, come home with nothing!" Excite one of them who moves their fighting spirit and life.