The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

"Fire Chain Sword? Are you from the Qin clan?" Zi Feng asked in surprise.

"You don't need to know, as long as you know, I will kill you in order to pass, unless you kill me!"

The voice of the masked man was extremely cold, like the sound of rusty iron beating, harsh and ugly.

Zifeng raised his hand and chopped it out with a sword, and the masked man fell.

Wearing the mask, he opened his eyes wide and died dissatisfied.

Because his proudest sword was less than half an inch from the throat of the enemy opposite him.

But the enemy only raised his hand, and he fell. From beginning to end, he didn't see how Zifeng came out with the sword.

Zifeng used the tip of his sword to take off the mask from the masked man's face. However, what surprised him was that the mask had merged with the entire face of the masked person. To take off the mask, you must take off your face together.

Out of respect for the dead, he did not take off the mask of the dead.

Zifeng held a giant sword and stood quietly for a while, and surprises sounded from all directions.

Around his body, ten human monks brandished their weapons and killed him fiercely.

"The fire chain sword of the Qin clan, the swallowtail sword of the Zhao clan, the thirteen kings of the Chen clan, and the dragon tail eight styles of the Long clan. Ten monks have gathered the martial arts skills of ten aristocratic families. Zifeng looked at the sword in the sky. Shadow, knife light, weal marks. I was surprised in my heart.

Ten ethnic monks wear golden masks with only one pair of eyes. Ten people are fighting high, and one hand is killing someone!

Zifeng passed away, walking around, walking in the gap between the monks' encirclement and suppression.

Carefully observe the martial arts skills of each monk. Every sword they wield and every knife they cut will form a specific arc or straight line in Zifeng's ocean knowledge.

After counting to the 18 rate, Zifeng raised his hand and chopped it out with a sword.

Draw a circle with a sword.

The sky is round.

Ten human monks, all carrying swords, died on the spot.

Zifeng's eyelids didn't blink. By decomposing the martial arts skills of these monks, Zifeng found that they had become a walking dead without emotion. The only purpose in their lives is to kill.

The sword ended them. Perhaps, for them, this is even more a relief.

A French array flashed past, and Zifeng had already arrived at the 22nd Killing Array.

The first ten formations, if they really consumed his vitality, were the eleventh to the twenty-first.

In front of the ten formations, on the beast-slaughtering battlefield, he could only use his superb swordsmanship to kill all the ferocious beasts.

In the war against demons and human monks, Zifeng must consume his energy, even if it is only against a demon or a person, even if it is only a first-level demon, even if this person is only a first-level warrior, Zifeng must also consume his energy. .

A simple swordsmanship that does not inject vitality is a swordsmanship that shows off in front of the swordsmanship that is infused with vitality. Even if the opponent's level is much lower than him, if he wants to kill it, he will consume more or less vitality.

At the same time, Zifeng skillfully controlled the consumption of vitality to a minimum, and his cultivation speed was ten times that of others. The consumption of vitality will automatically recover in an instant.

Zifeng knew that this was not only a **** war of killing, but also a cruel war of attrition.

Even though his talent was amazing, Xu Xiuzi, who was extremely talented, was eventually buried in the killing array because his vitality was exhausted. Zifeng dare not ignore the consumption and supply of vitality.

In the 22nd killing formation, Lin Yi also met human monks, but there were two.

One man and one woman, both wearing masks.

After seeing Zifeng, the man said nothing but cut it open with a knife.

The sharp blade cleaved Dawson cold frost, and the surrounding air condensed.

Looking at the white blade, Zifeng's eyes lit up.

Frost Snow Knife, Blood Slaughter.

"The dead don't need to know too much!" The man with the knife said coldly.

At the same time, the masked woman suddenly disappeared. Zifeng was slightly surprised, and sneered, "When did the blood butcher do business with the **** of death? This is really interesting."

Without warning, the giant sword in his hand stabbed to the lower left of his body. Suddenly, a low hum came from the void.

The missing woman was stabbed in the heart by his sword.

The woman was holding two black rapists in her hands, which seemed very toxic at first glance. The tip of the sword pointed to Zifeng's heart.

But before he could throw the sword out, Zifeng pierced her heart.

Her face was full of consternation, and the eyes behind the mask were wide and round, and she didn't believe her death. Two exquisite swords fell to the ground.

At this time, the Frost Snow Knife of the Mask Man has arrived!

Zifeng's wrist turned around, and the huge sword and the woman's body were facing the Shuangxue Knife.

stop.

The masked man slashed at the woman's body, and he was taken aback for a moment. The tip of the sword was like a fierce snake spirit, breaking through the woman's body and piercing his throat!

Zifeng drew his sword and avoided.

The blood splashed like a fountain.

He doesn't want to kill, but he will not be soft on those who dare to shoot him!

Ten human monks appeared in front of him, looking at the monks' bloodthirsty eyes. Daoan in Zifeng's heart: "If I want to kill from the 21st to the 30th, I am afraid I will kill more than 100 people."

Over time, the incense at the foot of the mountain burned out soon after it was lit.

It is already the sixth joss stick. The light on the projection array is already on the 30th, which shows that Zifeng has entered the 30th killing array.

Many bystanders around became impatient. They gathered together, whispered and discussed.

"What is the ladder in the killing formation? Why hasn't anyone successfully reached the top in 3000 years?"

"No one knows what's in the ladder killing formation? At first, some people involved in the construction of the rooftop killing formation died inexplicably or never came out again. Even the Zhuzong Da Neng who presided over the construction of the ladder killing formation mysteriously disappeared."

"The ladder formation is even more terrifying because of its mystery. Even the deacon Zhu who controls the formation now only opens at the foot of the mountain to warm up the formation and provide energy. They are not qualified to know what the ladder formation is like."

The monks looked at the mysterious Tianti Mountain in front of them, and felt the horror of the Heavenly Ladder Killing Array even more.

Zifeng broke through 30 killing formations in one breath, only consuming one-tenth of his body's vitality. He was not injured. This is still in the case of his injury. This is still under the premise that his recovery speed is ten times the vitality of others.

Zifeng couldn't imagine that people who broke customs in the past consumed a lot of physical energy when they reached level 30.