Chapter 755 Copy (please vote for me)
‘Green Fire Sword’ Daoyuan used his god to control the sword and did not participate in the fight for the elixirs of heaven and earth. Instead, he relied on the speed of the flying sword to rush straight into the deepest part of the Immortal Ridge.
A group of vulgar warriors who only care about the little benefit in front of them.
Don’t you know that the inheritance of the first-grade Taoist priests in Xianren Ridge is the real treasure?
In fact, seeing how extraordinary the other party is, there is no way that there is a secret to getting above the first rank!
At this thought, Daoyuan's heart became even hotter.
He is a Yeluzi Taoist priest with incomplete inheritance. He relies on joining the White Tiger Sect to obtain a large supply of resources, but his ability to cultivate to the third level is already the limit.
If you can obtain the first-level inheritance of Wuding Sect, you can look forward to the future!
The flying sword roared, thunder struck with a snap of the finger, and it was more than ten miles away in an instant.
Then, through the soul that left his body and resided on the flying sword, Daoyuan saw a person!
A man with white hair and a shawl, a face like a young man, old eyes, and an extremely terrifying temperament!
"That's probably enough!"
Zhong Shenxiu stretched out: "Two third-grade Taoist priests, six second-grade martial artists... There are so many different techniques, there is no need to collect them one by one."
correct!
The purpose of setting up this inheritance and doing so many things is to fish!
However, when Zhong Shenxiu fishes, he doesn't fish one by one - he thinks it's too troublesome. Instead, he likes to throw a handful of bait and then lower a big net to catch it!
It’s still a net with very fine holes, so even the fry can’t escape!
"Two third-grade Taoist priests? What do you mean?"
Daoyuan was shocked, and then he saw the young man stretched out his right foot and stamped the ground.
puff!
An invisible but qualitative soul was immediately forced out, manifesting into the appearance of a Taoist with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks: "Senior, have mercy on me!"
"Is there really a third-grade Taoist priest lurking? I didn't find it?"
Daoyuan was shocked and recognized that this third-grade Taoist priest was Baigui Taoist, a casual cultivator who was famous for his narrow personality and vicious attacks.
But at this time, the opponent's third-grade soul was held in Zhong Shenxiu's hand, like a chicken.
Just hear a click.
The Taoist Hundred Ghosts were so distraught that there was no such person in the world!
"You can stay too!"
Zhong Shenxiu glanced at Daoyuan.
Daoyuan suddenly felt as if his soul in Feijian had been struck by lightning, and was seriously injured by a look!
He subconsciously vented his energy crazily, activated his flying sword, and tried to escape.
But Zhong Shenxiu just stretched out his hand and fished it out gently, took the flying sword into his hand, and casually extinguished the soul in the flying sword: "Well... this flying sword can also be passed down to a third-grade Taoist priest!"
He put the Taoist book he had obtained from Dogen's soul search into the flying sword and threw it into the ground.
With his strength, he can completely search for the soul of the other party while killing someone, and obtain all the inheritance of the other party.
The gathering of so many warrior Taoist priests is enough to give Loopy Toad a massive improvement in its originally meager arsenal!
"what happened?"
Du Du, Hua Mantang and other second-grade warriors rushed a little slower, and could only see Zhong Shenxiu holding the flying sword in his hand and smiling at them.
It's just that every second-grade martial artist present felt that a disaster was imminent and wanted to turn around and run away.
"Who are you?"
Du Du shouted loudly.
"Grow peach trees in Taohuawu, eat in the wind and drink the dew like gods!"
Zhong Shenxiu stretched his body and said calmly: "I am... the sword wielder of the East China Sea, and I am here to borrow your heads!"
"First grade... Taoist priest or martial artist?"
Hua Mantang felt that his hands were trembling: "Even if you are a first-class man, the sect behind us does not have a first-class man in charge. Do you want to be the enemy of the world?"
"Enemies? You..."
Zhong Shenxiu stretched out a finger and shook it, smiling: "Not worthy!"
Du Wan and others were startled, and then they realized that the sword-wielding man from Donghai was saying that they were not worthy of being enemies, and they couldn't help but become furious.
"Even if you are a first-class martial artist, you cannot be so arrogant and domineering!"
Du Duyi roared sternly: "Everyone separate and leave!"
A second-level warrior may not be able to defeat a first-level warrior, but it is still not a problem to disperse and escape.
Then, the first-grade ancestors of each family can be mobilized to encircle and suppress this shameless person.
Zhong Shenxiu stood in the sky, like a banished immortal from the heavenly palace, with an expressionless face, and like a high-altitude god, overlooking all living beings: "The vitality is my sword, and all living beings are allowed to be destroyed by me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the vitality of heaven and earth rushed in, forming a terrifying tide!
Boom!
Under the terrifying pressure, the gaseous heaven and earth energy was directly solidified and compressed... and turned into a huge white sword.
The tip of one of the giant swords was pointed at Du Du, and it was slashed down with a bang!
"Ah! The evil spirit descends from the sky, and the white tiger comes to me!"
Du Du was originally known as the White Tiger God of Killing, but now he was like a kitten with teeth and claws, frantically mobilizing his true energy and transformed into a huge white tiger.
Wisps of evil aura emerged, making the white tiger's body appear black and red. A single tiger claw seemed to be able to destroy the mountain. It was clear that some kind of secret technique to activate the true energy was used to fight to the death.
puff!
The white giant sword cut from the white tiger's head to its tail without any hindrance, as easily as tearing a piece of paper.
The huge white tiger phantom suddenly dissipated, revealing the Du Du within it, which was shattered into pieces!
There were a total of six giant swords of heaven and earth, flying towards the six second-grade warriors respectively. Even though they were well hidden, they were invisible to Zhong Shenxiu.
"Ah! Senior, have mercy on me, have mercy on me!"
"I am a first-class grandson of the Tianmen Sect, please let me go!"
"Fight!"
The second-grade warriors, all of whom could break mountains with one palm, roared wildly. The sound waves alone made the eardrums of low-grade warriors bleed.
Then, they all died one by one.
Not to mention the silence surrounding this scene, even Mu Yuanliu and others had dull faces: "The sword-wielding man from the East China Sea...why have you never heard of this person's name? No matter what, this person will be famous all over the world today!"
Mu Yuanliu looked at the white-haired young man and turned his eyes. He saw himself and the others and couldn't help being frightened: "No, run away!"
"Those who violate my forbidden areas will be killed without mercy!"
Zhong Shenxiu casually pointed his finger, and six giant swords composed of the vitality of heaven and earth exploded, turning into countless white lights, harvesting lives wantonly, regardless of whether they were players or warriors.
Except for a few guys with good martial arts skills and good luck, the area near Xianren Ridge quickly turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood.
"this……"
Silence and other players were almost stunned.
Originally, I thought those second-grade warriors were the ceiling of combat power, which was already quite scary.
But I didn't expect that the sword-wielding man who appeared later was even more outrageous!
If the second grade is a walking missile, then the opponent is a walking nuclear bomb.
With just a raise of your hand, you can destroy the world and destroy the world. Regardless of whether you are a high-grade or low-grade martial artist, hundreds or even thousands of people will die...
"Such an existence, such an existence..."
Silent Silence was in despair, and was carried away by a few players who were lucky enough to escape with their lives.
Zhong Shenxiu didn't care about them, but raised his hand and pointed.
A circle of black mist emerged and expanded, covering the Flesh Swamp.
The flesh and blood completely melted, and one of the white bones stood up. They used the cloth, paper, and even earth, stone, gold and iron on their body to record what they had learned throughout their lives, then threw it aside at will and began to wander unconsciously...
"Well, the copy is built."