A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The man in black robe finished repairing the formation and sat quietly by the blood pool.

But he still couldn't enter meditation practice.

"My heart is pounding."

He opened his eyes and did not ignore this brief whim. His consciousness continued to scan the nearby area of ​​nearly 100 meters, and recalled the things he had encountered these days one by one, but found nothing.

"Could it be that the elders of the clan failed on the front line?"

The man in black robe was heartbroken.

…

Hundreds of miles southeast,

The Qixuan Secret Cave was naturally formed and transformed into an extremely complicated underground maze cave. Many people in the world fought and fought here, and it was not strange to see blood before they were born.

However, no one knew that on a distant peak, two Taoists were watching, one old and one young. Both Taoists had thunder patterns on their robes.

The one with the strongest aura is the old Taoist with a kind face.

"Master, Taoist Zhou Falai went to Golden Knife Mountain as expected."

A talisman flashed in the young Taoist's hand to report, with joy on his face.

"We laid out suspicions and released the news of the treasure with great fanfare. It looked like a trap. In addition, the old nest was attacked, and the legitimate son of the Blood Slaughter Hall Hua Xue Yu's family couldn't come."

"Sure enough, Zhou Falai is a fool. He was like this when he was young, and he hasn't changed now."

The kind old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled lightly: "He thought he had a magic weapon to break the formation, but he didn't know that this magic weapon was leftover from my youth."

"Disciple, the secret cave left by the Zhongxing Patriarch to the descendants of the bloodline suffered an earthquake. It was already damaged, and due to chance, it was discovered by these mortals, resulting in the complete destruction of the secret cave formation."

"I originally planned to use thunderous means to kill these ignorant mortals and protect the arrangements of the founder of Zhongxing, but I didn't want to..."

The kind old Taoist showed compassion: "The descendants of Patriarch Zhongxing have been emperors of two dynasties, and their bloodline extends all over the Yue Kingdom. Although these mortals have thin blood, they can be regarded as the descendants of Patriarch Zhongxing, and they belong to Patriarch Zhongxing's family.

I don't want to overstep my bounds, so I can only slightly restore the layout of Zhongxing Patriarch, preserve the crypt as much as possible, and keep a ray of incense for future generations. "

The young Taoist smiled and said: "Then, the gold and stone foundation-building elixir left by Patriarch Zhongxing to future generations happened to be lost in the chaos."

"Serendipity, serendipity."

"The descendants of Zhongxing Patriarch have ruined their families. What can we, as disciples, do?"

The old Taoist patted his head, and his figure floated towards the secret cave like smoke and clouds. The young Taoist hurriedly followed him, and a vague voice came.

"Master, you are also at the peak of Qi training, and you are still decades older. Why are you afraid of the man on Golden Knife Mountain?"

"What does it mean to be afraid? He is the direct son of Hua Xue Yu from the Blood Slaughter Hall. Master, although I am sure I can handle it, it is better not to face him..."

…

Jindaoshan is dozens of kilometers away.

Jiang Ding changed places to monitor, waiting for a slight turn of events.

"High-grade magic weapon, anti-material sniper rifle, I need this."

"Think of a way."

The longer time passed, the more variables there were, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Actually, there is no other way. I am a commoner and don't have any connections. I can only apply to the formation spirit to take home the anti-material sniper rifle and bullets."

"If that doesn't work, then buy a semi-French heavy machine gun. I'm not of age, but my mother can buy it. As long as you don't take it out of the house, self-defense and collection are completely legal."

Jiang Ding's mind was spinning rapidly, and many thoughts emerged.

He was still confident about tricking his mother into buying this. After all, he had always had a very reliable image since he was a child, unlike the naughty one in Jiang Yuan.

The reason is also easy to find.

The college entrance examination is held in a fantasy world, and you need to get more familiar with firearms. The limited time in school is not enough.

Jiang Ding was extremely patient and waited outside Golden Knife Mountain for seven days, but found nothing.

He finally gave up the fantasy of the man in black robe leaving Golden Knife Mountain again.

In fact, even if he left, he didn't know if he could solve the formation, and if anyone was still hiding and lurking, it was very dangerous.

It's just luck and fantasy.

Get up and leave.

I glanced at the drone screen, my heart moved, I took a few steps and hurried not far away.

"After all, this trip was not without success."

…

In the dense forest, a chase is taking place.

The person being hunted was a young man with slightly dark skin and an extremely ordinary face. He desperately used all his inner strength to run towards a large river in the distance, hoping to use the river to get a chance to escape.

Number ninety-two on the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking, ‘Qingyun Sword’ Han Lin!

"Boy, stop!"

"Little friend, as long as you hand over the treasures you obtained from the secret cave, I can accept you as my disciple."

One of the two people chasing him had a cold and stern voice with murderous intent, while the other had a kind voice that made people trust him. The two exchanged moves from time to time, quickly closing the distance between them.

If anyone in the world saw the faces of these two people, they would be shocked and would kneel down in worship, not daring to go any further.

Golden Sword Ancestor Wei Tu!

‘Splitting Mountain Sword’ Song Lingyun!

They are all famous innate strong men in the world, and one word can determine the fate of countless people in the world.

The Xiantian's inner energy was too much. In just a few breaths, the two Xiants had already closed the distance to Han Lin dozens of meters away. There was a huge difference in speed.

"Damn it!"

Han Lin's eyes showed fear, but he was not desperate. He bit down and took out a hazy green talisman from his arms. He bit his fingers and smeared blood on it.

Buzz!

The talisman trembled, and a hazy green light emerged, wrapping him. His speed increased four or five times, and the distance was further increased.

"The treasure of the Immortal family in the secret cave!"

The eyes of the two people behind them were even hotter. They looked at each other, stopped interfering with each other, and burst into full speed to catch up.

Han Lin's heart sank.

Most of the talismans in my hand have been used. In another half-quarter of an hour, I'm afraid...

call out!

A majestic sword shadow came from a distance, flew over his head, and slashed at the person who was chasing behind him.

"who!"

The expression of the ancestor of the golden sword, Wei Tu, changed, and his innate true energy surged into the golden giant sword, slashing out a majestic sword energy that was several feet in size.

boom!

However, he saw that the light blue flying sword did not retreat at all, and slashed straight down. When the sword met, the blue light was extremely sharp, easily cutting off the golden sword energy that was several feet in size, splitting it into two, and the two halves exploded in the air.

The aura of the flying sword continued to attack him without any damage.

"...Hundred-Step Flying Sword...Okay..."

The ancestor of the Golden Sword, Wei Tu, was startled, and then went crazy. He looked at the young man in green a hundred steps away with blood-red eyes: "Okay, you finally showed up, the bastard who killed my son!"

Song Lingyun's expression changed, he paused and looked fearfully at the green shadow in the distance.

"Master!"

Han Lin was ecstatic, feeling like he had survived a desperate situation.

Jiang Ding didn't look at him. He pointed his finger and slashed down with his flying sword.

The reason why he took good care of this young man in the past was because of his innocent sympathy for the lower class people, not because he had any special friendship with him.

Now that the other party is already a world-famous person, this sympathy and care have naturally disappeared.

Ding ding ding!

The flying sword soared in the sky, and the light blue sword light flashed and he slashed three swords in a row. Each sword could easily cut down a large area of ​​​​the golden sword ancestor Wei Tu's sword energy. Wisps of extremely sharp sword energy surged along the giant sword. It entered his arm, tearing open blood stains and seeping into his meridians.

Jiang Ding looked calm.

At the level of Fujian, when he was still young Zhou Tian, ​​he was able to defeat Wan Qianyu who was as famous as the Golden Sword Ancestor head-on. It was natural that he should be like this now.

"Brother Song, you and I join forces!"

After three moves, Golden Sword Ancestor Wei Tu's complexion suddenly changed, the blood in his eyes disappeared, and he yelled not far away with fear.

The Hundred Steps Flying Sword is extremely sharp, but its sword owner has a weakness!

Unexpectedly, Song Lingyun, the "Splitting Mountain Sword" of Qingniu Palace, didn't even look at him and continued to chase Han Lin, who took the opportunity to escape and was unwilling to bring a greater burden to his benefactor.

joke!

The two of them have no friendship, and they have fought before. How could they let the fairy family's treasure not come to save you?

"That's it."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly and ended the test of the wooden sword.

The results are pretty good, and should be able to crush innate warriors and mid-stage Qi training monks.

The flying sword touched the tip of the sword, and a bright sword light burst out. The speed doubled again, and it shot towards Wei Tu's throat.

"Blood Slash!"

Wei Tu, who was experienced in combat, could feel the clear smell of death. The muscles and bones all over his body were bulging, his fingers were cracked, and the blood from his thighs was integrated into the sword energy. There was a vague shadow of a giant white whale floating in the air. Open your bloody mouth.

call out!

The light blue sword shadow penetrated through the giant whale's mouth, and the shadow stagnated and slowly dissipated.

Behind it, the ancestor of the golden sword, Wei Tu, held the giant sword in both hands and slashed, but he froze, and there was a blood hole in his throat, which was bright from the front and back.

After a moment, his tall body and the giant knife in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

The wooden sword spun around and flew into the cuff.

Jiang Ding stopped looking at his body and turned to leave.

I hope it can be of some use in mobilizing the men in black robes, although the probability is not high.