Sword God

One sword cut off the head of Ren Tu, and then brought his mustard bag. Chen Zong turned and walked briskly and quickly, and went away with the horrified eyes of everyone, as if shocked.

Who is he?

...

Under Xinming Mountain.

There are more than a dozen corpses lying side by side, each corpse is facing the sky, the white face is distorted, and the eyes are full of horror and despair.

Every corpse has the same wound, a hole in the chest, and the heart inside it.

The dark blue streamer came quickly from a distance and landed beside a dozen corpses, Chen Zong.

After a close look, Chen Zong looked around again, and left again, like the same light blue smoke.

On the trail in the forest, a dark-skinned, fat man was holding the steaming heart in his hand, and he was walking happily.

"It's not as delicious as it was last time. It's too weak."

The chubby squinted and said disgustingly.

"Central guest."

The sound was blowing like a gust of wind, and it was introduced into the ears of the chubby man. The chubby man looked back at once, and the small eyes burst out with a fierce, ghost-like light. At a glance, the ordinary martial arts could burst their hearts.

At the moment of seeing Zong Zong, the small eyes of the cheeky heart suddenly burst into surprise, and he did not hesitate to throw away the heart in his hand, regardless of the blood stains and broken foam on the corner of his mouth, and opened his sharp mouth with sharp teeth.

"I can feel the invigorating blood on your body, and the heart nourished, it must be extremely delicious." The scarlet tongue of the heart licked the sharp teeth, and the small eyes burst out to radiate the greedy spirit, and immediately, chunky His body flashed, and he rushed forward with great flexibility, and appeared in front of Chen Zong.

His right hand stretched out five-finger varicose veins. For example, the nails made of black metal were extremely sharp. At a distance, Chen Zong had a feeling of being pierced. As the heart-eating claw drilled through the air to kill him, the heart did not consciously tremble. , As if contained by an invisible mysterious force.

However, Chen Zong ignored the sharp claws that slammed into his heart, turned back instantly, and the sword came out of the sheath.

The crimson sword shines like sky and sky, shining on one side of the world.

The sharp golden iron and iron symphony sounded, countless sparks flew away, and the powerful shock force struck, and a figure quickly receded.

It turned out that the one who rushed towards Chen Zong and grabbed his heart was just a ghost image. The real body had already appeared strangely behind Chen Zong and shot, but was caught by Chen Zong's perception and fought back with a sword.

"A little skill." The cheering laughter became sharper, faster and more erratic, dissipating and condensing like a cloud of smoke.

The weird and sharp laughter came from all around, like a brain-piercing sound, constantly bombarded, but Chen Zong's look remained unchanged.

With one sword in hand, all attacks from all directions were resisted.

"Bite your heart!"

The repeated attacks were helpless. The heart attacker showed the strongest move. At the moment when a claw waved, Chen Zong's heart suddenly jumped uncontrollably, and then stopped, as if being suppressed by the invisible mountains. His blood was also so Pause, fatigue, and uncomfortable.

Immediately, it seemed to be tightly grasped by the invisible hand, contracted suddenly, and moved forward, as if to be separated from the chest and the body, and even the same strength would be lost.

Chen Zong was able to see the smile on his ugly face.

The lights of the sword flashed, dazzling and traversing the sky.

At the end there is a touch of jade white, which remains in the eyes of the eaters, that is the final scenery.

A sword decapitated.

The trick of biting the heart is really amazing. If it is the first-level warrior, it is difficult to resist, and it will be killed unless it is a master at the level of the middle of the night, but even if it is the middle of the night, This trick is also uncomfortable.

Chen Zong ’s strength has reached the second pole, and he is still in the stronger level of the second pole. Although affected, he can get rid of the counterattack.

If it wasn't for the means of seeing each other, Chen Zong would have been beheaded and killed.

After removing the head and the mustard bag, Chen Zongyang left.

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Night, heavy rain.

In the ruined temple, a thumb-like candlelight was ignited, and the fire flickered, only to illuminate a small area.

The crackling sound came from all directions. It was the sound of rain clicking on leaves, tiles, stones, and land. It was extremely complicated, but it sounded like a rhythm in the night.

A figure sat next to the candlelight, and under the light of the fire was a face full of vicissitudes. The slightly shivering figure shook with the swaying candlelight, and became more lonely and lonely under the sound of heavy rain.

The sharp, curved moon-like knife rested on the leg, and gently wiped it with a blood-red cloth, repeatedly, as if maintaining the finest art.

"Are you here to kill me too?" Suddenly, the middle-aged man looked up, his cloudy eyes looked at the ruins of the temple, his voice was slightly hoarse, like a night owl.

"Yes." At the same time as a response, a figure walked into the ruined temple from the outside, even if there was heavy rain outside, but Chen Zong's body was dripping.

"You are the third person to come and kill me today." The middle-aged man's muddy eyes fell on the scimitar on his leg again, and he wiped it with his heart, saying something as if it had nothing to do with himself.

"After tonight, there won't be." Chen Zong simply responded.

"You are very confident." As the words sounded, a pale blade of light tore the light of the candlelight, and immediately beheaded Chen Zong, so that Chen Zong had a feeling of being split in half.

The red sword was shining like the sun, shining through the whole ruined temple, and the white sword was breaking.

"Oita Corpse Nine!"

When the trick was performed, a pale white sword light broke through again, and the approaching moment suddenly trembled, turning into nine lanes surrounding Chen Zong's body. Each pale white sword light was like a machete, killing with astonishing sharpness. To Chen Zong.

Without a specific trajectory, it is difficult to find any rules, pure chaos, but amazing power.

Very subtle moves.

This sword method is enough to kill most of the first-strength masters, but for Chen Zong, it is not enough.

A sword was waved, and all nine horrific white swords were broken.

The face of the corpse knife changed suddenly, without hesitation, it turned into a pale light, and hurriedly shot towards the corner of the broken temple.

Coming is too strong, consciously defeated, the best way to go.

But will Chen Zong let him go?

"Cuiyu Zhirui!"

The Diyin Sword came out of the sheath, and a jade white sword light stabbed straight out. It was extremely subtle and extremely sharp, and nothing was broken.

The jade white sword light disappeared, and the shape of the corpse knife fell into a sudden, and fell to the corner of the ruined temple.

After cutting off his head and removing the mustard bag, when Chen Zongzheng was going out of the broken temple, a figure suddenly rushed in.

Between the opening and closing of the eyes, the whole broken temple was illuminated, and his eyes quickly swept over the headless body of Chen Zong and the corner.

"Did you kill the corpse knife?"

"Give me his head."

Two sentences before and after, with amazing hegemony, as if Chen Zong would die if he did not comply.

While talking, he directly shot and grabbed the mustard bag on Chen Zong's waist, intending to take it away.

Chen Zong's body flickered, avoiding the other's grasp, and noticed the clothing on the other's body.

Dark blue robe!

This is the symbol of Taiyuan Tianzong's core disciple, and he swipes his cuff, which is the symbol of Zhenyuan Mountain.

This person is the core disciple of Zhen Yuanshan.

"For the sake of being the same disciple of Tianzong, I don't care about you and hand over the head of the split knife." He was a little surprised by Chen Zong, his gaze was cold and his tone was cold.

"If you have the ability, just come and take it." Chen Zong's answer was more direct.

"Take trouble yourself." The core disciples of Zhenyuan Mountain were furious, and the imposing momentum hit the suppression like an invisible mountain.

Then he saw his arms raised, his palm slashing towards Chen Zong, as if hit by a mountain of swords, the momentum was extremely horrible.

Chen Zong followed and pointed like a light sword, sharp and amazing.

As if the swords were shaking, Chen Zong's figure remained motionless, but the other party flashed and took three steps back.

"Okay, I wrote about Li Yuan today." Li Yuan coldly snorted. He didn't pull out his sword and shot again, but quickly left the ruined temple.

Chen Zong did not catch up.

One Taiyuan Tianzong expressly stated that all formal disciples of Taiyuan Tianzong were not allowed to tear each other out.

The other opponent did not intend to kill, just to **** mission merit.

"Li Yuan." Chen Zong groaned a little, then knew the identity of the other party. Zhen Yuanshan's third core disciple had the strength of the first pole, and was not inferior to Yu Zhengxiao's brother.

It seems that the town of Yuanshan is truly the first mountain in the Seven Mountains of Taiyuan.

Taking a step forward, Chen Zong walked out of the ruined temple and stepped into the deep night, the heavy rain was still falling, falling from the gloomy sky, and smashing on Chen Zong, but was isolated by an invisible force.

With three skulls symbolizing the task, Chen Zong quickly returned to the Taiyuan Tianzong Wanzhi Hall and turned in the task.

Three thousand merits succeed.

I checked the task list again and found that there are no suitable tasks and I can only give up temporarily.

After all, the meritorious rewards of some tasks are too low, but it takes a lot of time, and the rewards are not good, and some rewards are high, but the time and energy required are long, and it is not suitable for short-term benefits.

Returning to Lingya Pavilion of Cangyu Mountain, Chen Zong took out the weapons of the three butchers and the corpse knife and looked at them. They are all third-order pseudo-spirals. However, on Chaotian Island, the third-order pseudo-spirals are very valuable. However, in the Canglan continent, third-order pseudo-spirals have also become common and of average value.

The next step is to check the three mustard bags ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There are a lot of defective products. There are more than 2,000 pieces in total. In addition, there are a lot of elixir and pseudoelixir ore. This is the martial arts practiced by the three.

Slaughter!

Heart Eater!

Oita Corpse!

Chen Zong has played with the three men, and has personally experienced the martial arts and skills of the three men. It is clear that the three martial arts are powerful, so he intends to enlighten him and see if it is beneficial to himself.

Look at the slaughter method first.

This inheritance is quite evil. It is a practice method mainly based on killing, which combines both Gongfa and martial arts. Once this practice is practiced, it will be affected and become addictive. There is no reason. Addicted to killing, the more powerful you kill, the stronger you become.

Looking at it, Chen Zong could not help frowning, which obviously did not conform to his own heart. His own cultivation path must always be under his own control, not be disturbed and lose himself.