National Luck: At the beginning of the game, 1.4 billion people help me build a foundation

"In the final analysis, that guy is too weak. If he is strong enough, all kinds of conspiracies and tricks will be vain."

Xue Liang did not hide the disdain on his face.

Being retorted by Xia Qingcheng, whom he had admired for a long time, made him feel a little embarrassed, so he looked very displeased at Muchen.

"Let's watch the game. You should be able to know the effect of that sword later."

Xia Qingcheng shook her head, not wanting to argue with Xue Liang anymore.

She was somewhat disgusted with Xue Liang's character. He was arrogant and arrogant. As a disciple of the Tianlan Sect, he looked down on those whose cultivation and status were inferior to him.

Except in front of her, Xia Qingcheng, she acted condescendingly to everyone.

On the other side, Muchen realized that delaying like this was not the answer.

After all, the opponent is not in the foundation-building realm. Sword energy alone is not enough to defeat the opponent, and he lacks the means of long-range combat.

Whether it is superb swordsmanship or sword energy turning into silk, it needs to be performed at close range.

As for the little black sword, it is a very important tool for him, and now is not the time to expose it.

"I want to see what methods you have."

Muchen decided to find an opportunity to take the initiative, so that he could take the initiative. Even if the opponent's copper coin sword was really powerful, he would be able to better defend against it.

Bang bang bang!

Muchen took advantage of the opportunity to resist his sword energy, stepped forward and stabbed the opponent's throat with his sword.

"You are finally willing to take action."

Zhao He felt happy and raised his sword to block the blow.

Muchen launched several more tentative attacks. There was no exquisite swordsmanship, just ordinary slashing attacks.

Zhao He took all these attacks seriously, but there was nothing unusual about them.

At first Muchen thought that the other party's copper coin sword had the same ability as the reckless man before, that it could make the spiritual weapon lose its spirituality, so that the other party would insist on fighting at close range, but now it turns out that this is not the case.

Still can’t be careless!

Although nothing unusual happened, Zhao He looked confident, and he must have a trump card that gave him confidence.

"I'm afraid you have already broken through to the state of concentration."

Zhao He sneered.

Suddenly, the surrounding disciples were in an uproar. It turned out that Muchen had been hiding his cultivation. He had already broken through to the Concentration Realm, and there was no foundation-building disciple to enter the top sixteen.

"How did you know?"

Muchen frowned, he didn't expect this guy to actually see through his cultivation level.

Presumably there should be some kind of method similar to the psychic eye, which can observe the spiritual power of others.

"There's nothing strange about this, it's just a little trick."

Zhao He said lightly, his confidence still undiminished in his words.

Is he so confident in his own methods?

Muchen was a little strange.

The two sides fought for more than ten rounds in succession. Zhao He seemed to have found some opportunity and suddenly sideways avoided Muchen's Qinghong Sword.

But the copper coin sword in his hand actually disintegrated at this moment, and more than two hundred copper coins turned into streams of light and went straight towards Muchen from all directions, like bullets being discharged.

"not good!"

Muchen's complexion changed, and he hurriedly activated the Qinghong Sword, and the sword qi turned into threads to block the copper coins from all directions.

Although the sword energy turned into silk is overbearing, Muchen's sword energy is not strong enough to withstand more than two hundred copper coins.

At the critical moment, Muchen took out a jade bottle, and a ball of black blood poured out from it, sprinkling the copper coins around him like raindrops.

Touching the black blood, the copper coins fell to the ground, and no one was spared.

"My precious money sword!"

Zhao He was extremely heartbroken and didn't know the specific function of the black blood. He just thought that his magic weapon had been destroyed.

"Asshole, I'll kill you."

Zhao He cursed loudly, and his whole body grew fine hair, like a demon monkey, which is how he got his nickname.

"The magic of demonization!"

"This guy finally used it."

Muchen was not surprised when he saw this scene. Among the information he learned about Zhao He, the most important one was the magic of transforming into demons.

This is a method of simulating the spiritual power of demonic beasts, which can prompt oneself to simulate a spiritual power similar to demonic energy.

It is said that this method also requires the assistance of demon blood to practice. Depending on the demon blood used, the effect of the spell will be different.

Zhao He looked like he was using the blood of some kind of monkey monster.

Whoosh!

So fast!

Zhao He's figure flashed, leaving a bloody claw mark on Muchen's arm.

Fortunately, the opponent is a person who specializes in speed, so the claw marks are not too deep.

A faint green light appeared on Muchen's wound, and the wound healed quickly.

This is the effect of the Wansheng Law.

"The Law of Ten Thousand Lives!"

Zhao He frowned. Although this Ten Thousand Life Technique is just an ordinary magic technique from Baihua Peak, it is extremely difficult to practice and its healing effect is quite impressive.

Looking at the opponent like this, he has at least cultivated the Wansheng Dharma to the second level.

"Let's see who recovers faster or I attack faster."

Zhao He flashed and moved quickly around Muchen, occasionally reaching out his claws to launch attacks.

"Who said I have to rely on the Wansheng Dharma Art?"

Muchen said contemptuously, did the other party think that if he went faster, he would be able to use him as a sandbag?

Whoosh!

A flash of inspiration occurred, and a treasured garment was already put on Muchen's body.

It's Whistle Shayi!

"This is a low-grade defensive weapon!"

Zhao He clawed hard at Wusuo Baoyi, leaving only a shallow mark.

Damn this guy actually has such a good thing.

Although low-grade spiritual weapons are precious to disciples of the Concentration Realm, they are not impossible to obtain.

However, at the same level, defensive magic weapons are often more precious than offensive magic weapons.

This treasured clothing can protect most parts of the body, and although he is extremely fast, he does not have ferocious attack methods, so he cannot break the defense of this treasured clothing at all.

"It seems that the only thing I can do is crush his throat with one blow or gouge out his eyes."

Zhao He secretly made plans to find an opportunity to kill him with one blow.

This guy didn't regard this battle as a competition at all, but wanted to take Muchen's life!

After a confrontation, Zhao He found an opportunity to attack Muchen's throat.

"You really think I can't do anything to you."

Muchen had a joking look on his face, and the golden threads transformed from the sword energy were woven into a large net, covering the incoming Zhao He.

The large net composed of sword energy and golden wires is not fine enough to withstand the attack of a large number of small copper coins, but it can easily trap a person.

"Don't kill me, I..."

Zhao He was so frightened that he lost his mind. The golden thread looked soft, but it was made of sword energy. It could easily cut into gold gravel. It was also easy to cut him into tofu cubes!

Without saying a word, Zhao He will surrender!

Muchen did not give the other party this chance. The golden thread tightened and cut off his arms in an instant.

Zhao He, who was originally a prodigy from the outer sect, became crippled in the blink of an eye!

"You are so brave!"

"Zhao He has lost the ability to resist, but you still kill your fellow disciples."

Zhou Xuan's expression was extremely cold. The other party was simply slapping him in the face by destroying his people like this!