The Ancestor of Body Repair

Chapter 253 Pan Shu's Death

With a "bang" sound, the blood-stained long sword instrument fell to the ground.

Huang Xiaoyun looked at the long sword magic weapon in front of him, and then looked at the tent that was twisted into blood mist by the power of the long sword magic weapon.

"Gudong."

He swallowed a mouthful of spit, if the cultivator of Tianjianmen died a little later, then he would be killed by this long sword.

He had run the Primordial Explosion Step of the Diamond Art before and escaped the tent immediately, but this long sword magic weapon was faster and quickly caught up.

Although this "chasing the sword" can kill the enemy without control, but after the caster dies, the source of the spell is lost, the aura is dim, and it falls to the ground.

"Ah, Master!"

Huang Xiaoyun was stunned for a while, and then he remembered Lu Kun. He immediately ran to a pale-faced man not far away, and said worriedly, "Master, are you alright?"

Lu Kun was lying on the ground, sweating profusely, and he had no strength to answer. His face was like a blank sheet of paper.

After a while, Lu Kun gritted his teeth and stood up. Although the medicinal power of the Qi and Blood Pill had not been completely absorbed, it was barely able to make him move freely.

Just now, in order to ensure that he was foolproof, he had to fully stimulate his blood essence, using his giant arm supernatural power and the remaining little liquid mana, to reluctantly hit the power of the black flying knife.

Lu Kun staggered towards the disciples of Tianjianmen, and Huang Xiaoyun hurriedly supported him.

The young boy looked at the mess, the market where no one survived except them, and felt quite emotional.

And if it wasn't for that lewd loose cultivator throwing out a terrifying explosive magic weapon and destroying the two monks in the early stage of foundation establishment, they would inevitably die like these mortals.

Lu Kun, who had fought in the valley on the border of Qingzhou, could not deal with three foundation-building cultivators at the same time, even if he tried his best at this time, not to mention that one of them was a foundation-building sword cultivator from Tianjianmen.

Lu Kun came to the corpse of the Jianxiu, activated the mana in his muscles, released a fireball technique, burned the corpse to ashes, and then put away the storage bag.

"Xiaoyun, don't help me anymore, you go and put away his long sword weapon. The sword tool of Tianjianmen must be re-refined before it can be used."

"The power of the previous explosion was huge. The two storage bags of the foundation-building period and their magic tools should be scattered nearby, you can look for them."

"I'll go to Pan Shu's side to see, if I'm not mistaken, he's not dead yet."

Huang Xiaoyun had no doubts about Lu Kun's judgment, and nodded, his frightened face eased a little, and he began to look for it.

After such a short time, Lu Kun's face turned a little rosy again. The water-attribute muscle mana in his body was running, nourishing his damaged body.

Before, Lu Kun saw from a distance that Pan Shu's fingers were still moving after he fell to the ground.

Sure enough, after he approached, the man lying on the ground turned around.

"Cough cough... Are you... Lu Kun?" Lu Kun used all his strength to stimulate his physical strength and restored his original appearance, which Pan Shu recognized at once.

Lu Kun carefully looked at the cultivator who had barely turned over, and shook his head. Pan Shu's heart was still bleeding, and looking at his face, it was already dying.

For the cultivator of the Foundation Establishment period, after the heart is broken, it is already a mortal body, not to mention the sword qi tumbling in his body.

"Fellow Daoist Lu... It looks like you...cough...killed that person." After Pan Shu recognized Lu Kun, he had no doubts that he killed the Tianjianmen disciple.

In this Shangqingmen battle, Lu Kun's name had already spread among the monks in the foundation-building period of the Wei Kingdom. Pan Shu and Lu Kun, who was in the Qi-refining period, had played against each other. As soon as he heard his rumors, he knew that what he said was true.

After all, Lu Kun was the only one who attacked in melee combat with the magic weapon. For some reason, the news that Lu Kun's cultivation base was lowered did not come out from the Demon Gate.

Pan Shu looked at the child who still couldn't move in his arms, and the child's eyes full of tears, the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a trace of his father's unique love.

He seemed to be returning to the light, and his words suddenly became agile: "Daoyou Lu, what kind of person I am Pan Shu, I must know very well what kind of person I am."

Without waiting for Lu Kun to answer, he continued: "I, Pan Shu, care about my own life the most. For my life, I can do anything."

"Back then, I came to Qingzhou to avoid the enemy's family, I met the mother of this child, something happened, and later, because I was greedy for life and fear of death, I left the woman who was pregnant at the time."

"That is, a few years ago, after I successfully established the foundation, I found my child again. Hey, this child is completely opposite to mine. I care about other people the most, and I never put myself first."

"This should be God's punishment for abandoning my wife and son back then, and this kid likes to meddle in his own business. If he hadn't been able to cultivate immortality before, I don't know how many baskets he would have made."

Pan Shu stroked his son's forehead and said, "After my two years of hard work, this child can also cultivate as an immortal, but I didn't expect that he would run away today while I was cultivating."

Thinking of today's ambush, Pan Shu laughed at himself: "I, Pan Shu, just fell for it."

"It was at this time, cough...I just found out..." After saying this, blood began to spill from the corners of Pan Shu's mouth, and the breath on his body became faint.

"I just found out... what I did before... was all wrong..."

"In addition to my... life, there are... others... worthy of my... protection!"

Then Pan Shu's hand grabbed Lu Kun tightly, looked at him with hopeful eyes, and said, "I also ask fellow Daoists... to take care of me... Go down to Xiaoyan."

"I store...things...you can...take them."

Lu Kun looked at Pan Shu, a dying man, with such emotion, hesitated a little, then nodded: "Pan Daoyou, don't worry, I will take care of Xiaoyan!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Pan Shu's face, his head tilted, and he fell down.

At this time, the bear boy who was originally restrained by Pan Shu could speak and move, and burst into tears: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus. Ah, woohoo..."

He kept shaking Pan Shu's gradually cold body, heartbroken.

"Father! Just now you can completely escape the key point, so I will only be stabbed in the arm, and I will not die!"

The child named Pan Yan was crying and talking, as if Pan Shu had just avoided the fatal blow of the long sword in order not to hurt him.

After hearing this, Lu Kun sighed and finally knew the change of Pan Shu. This loose cultivator, who put his life first and feared death, sacrificed his life at a critical moment to save his son.

Otherwise, even if the cultivator's magic weapon in the foundation-building stage hits Xiao Pan Yan's shoulder, the sword energy contained in it can easily kill this mortal child.

Lu Kun looked at the child who had yelled at them before, and his tendency to cry more and more intensely, and slapped his hand on the back of his neck, activating a very weak physical strength, knocking him unconscious.

"A lot of time has passed, and it would be bad if the two cultivators at the stage of forming pills returned the same way."

After speaking, Lu Kun put Pan Shu's body in the storage bag, and then picked up little Pan Yan.

"Master, the storage bag and the magic weapon have been found." Huang Xiaoyun ran over with joy, holding two storage bags in his hands.

Lu Kun nodded and said, "After the shield that enveloped the market just shattered, a few horses fled in that direction. Let's follow."

"Okay, but Master, I'm on the fourth floor of the Vajra Art, and my body can run very fast!"

"Well, let's run over, it's normal for the monks to meet some mundane martial arts in the middle stage of Qi refining!"

As soon as the words fell, two figures, one big and one small, ran in the direction of the horses, not much worse than the running speed of ordinary horses.

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