The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

The sword god glanced at the kneeling slave of the sword, frowned and said: "If you fight against the Jiange, you will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had no choice but to move away from the sword soul and slash at the person coming.

A nameless wooden sword, a simple sword, fell from the sky, and the sky seemed to be darkened. Before the sword arrived, the legs of the visitor had already sunk into the soil under the pressure of the huge sword.

The visitor raised his hands upwards, there was a flash of light, and there was a loud click, and the visitor suddenly fell down, half of his body fell into the ground.

The weapon he held in his hands turned out to be a stick, but the stick had been broken in two, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

A look of horror and pain flashed across his face, his veins were exposed, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.

With a simple sword, there is such divine power, worthy of being a sword god.

Tang Zheng couldn't help but be speechless inwardly, using his own strength to fight against the Sword God, it was really a tree that could not be hit by a single blow.

"You are not an unknown person who can take my sword. If you don't report your name, then you will become an unknown ghost under my sword." The sword god said indifferently.

"Don't you care about the life and death of the sword slave?"

The Sword God snorted coldly, and said: "They are dead, and I will take revenge. None of you will leave this place, and you will all be buried with them. That's enough."

The person who came was also a ruthless person, and he yelled: "Do it!"

Puff puff!

Streams of blood poured down from the top of the tiankeng, like a rain of blood.

But the sword god didn't even blink his eyes, he just slashed out with another sword. With a loud roar, the person came up from the mud and rushed towards the Wuming sword fiercely with the broken sticks in both hands.

bang bang!

With two broken sounds, the stick was broken into pieces, and the sword edge slashed at his forehead. The next moment, he seemed to be split in two.

There was a look of despair in his eyes. He still underestimated the strength and determination of the sword god. This person is not only a sword idiot, but also a cold-blooded person. So many sword slaves can't make him throw a mouse.

The sword god is indeed a cold-blooded person. In order to pursue more powerful swordsmanship and higher cultivation, how can a mere sword slave let him stop fighting.

In his mind, the sword soul is far more important than the life of the sword slave.

The visitor regretted it in his heart, he was too reckless, he rushed to the Northeast as soon as he got the news, and the matter happened to be found out, and he died here.

But he was not afraid, but showed determination on the contrary, because he is a soldier, a soldier of the country.

boom!

With a loud noise, the War Soul Sword stopped in midair, the air fluctuated violently, and a long sword as black as ink was exposed in the air.

But the sword was suspended in mid-air without any support, as if it was controlled by an invisible hand.

Everyone looked at this scene in surprise, and even the sword god stopped, looking suspiciously at the black sword that blocked his own sword.

"Cultivator!" He suddenly frowned, "It's amazing, since I came here after following Qisha."

With just one glance, he judged that this sword was the saber of the person who was fighting Seven Kills, so he immediately figured out the reason behind it.

Qi Kill was seriously injured and lying on the ground, unable to move, staring straight at Hei Jian, his eyes were about to burst, it turned out that he had been caught by the opponent's trick and even lured wolves into the house.

At the same time, he was terrified. He had been very careful along the way, but he still followed a tail.

"Come on, why don't you show up, why are you sneaking around?" The sword god asked coldly, the voice echoed in the tiankeng, like sharp knives, stirring every space.

Every word drilled into Tang Zheng's ears, as if it was going to blow his head, he resisted the pain, and did not show up as the other party wished.

This time he had no choice but to lend a helping hand, because the person who came was an acquaintance—Xu Yingtian.

Xu Yingtian and him are allies, it is impossible for him to watch Xu Yingtian die under the sword of the Sword God.

But to rescue him is equivalent to revealing his whereabouts, and if he wants to catch him by surprise, it will be even more difficult.

Especially when he took the Sword God's sword just now, he felt that his arm was about to break off, the power of the opponent's sword was too great.

"Hmph, if you want to hide your head and show your tail in front of me, let me see if you have the ability." The sword god didn't hear the response, he was furious, and the Wuming sword slashed, and the tiankeng was full of sword shadows, making people nowhere to hide.

Tang Zheng had no choice but to recall the Battle Soul Sword, and with a jingle, brilliant sparks flew everywhere, and Tang Zheng's figure was forced to be exposed.

Whoosh!

The figure of the sword god flashed, and the Wuming sword slashed towards Tang Zheng's direction. Tang Zheng gritted his teeth and moved the sword to block it. With a crisp sound, Tang Zheng retreated, his hands went numb, and the Battle Soul Sword fell to the ground. At the same time, his illusion completely failed, revealing his figure.

"You have finally appeared." The Sword God stared at Tang Zheng covetously. In front of him, there had never been a young man who dared to be so unscrupulous and not to take him seriously.

Xu Yingtian was startled suddenly, and looked at Tang Zheng incredulously, no matter what, he never expected that Tang Zheng would be here, and he even rescued him from the gate of hell.

This pecking and drinking was really a chance, if he hadn't maintained a good relationship with Tang Zheng, then Tang Zheng would not have acted righteously anyway.

He couldn't help feeling a little grateful for the decision to unite with Tang Zheng to deal with the dragon group. This was not only beneficial to the National Security Bureau, but also played an indelible and important role for him.

"You are Tian Chanzi's apprentice, I want to see how well you have learned from him." The sword god walked towards Tang Zheng step by step, with a murderous look on his brow.

Tang Zheng waved his hand, and the Battle Soul Sword flew back into his hand, and with the sword across his chest, facing the Sword God, he said solemnly: "Since Your Excellency the Sword God is interested in fighting me, then of course I can't spoil your interest."

"Hmph, those who don't know are not afraid, you are not your master, and you dare to be so arrogant and defiant." Sword God said disdainfully.

After finishing speaking, the Wuming Sword turned into an aurora and slashed towards Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng was ready to go, and the Heavenly Flying Immortal swordsmanship was displayed like clouds and flowing water. Hearing the sound of jingling, Tang Zheng retreated quickly, and finally hit the mountain wall fiercely, spurting a big mouthful of blood.

Tang Zheng wiped a handful of blood, looked at the sword god who was calm and didn't even take a breath, and deeply felt this gap like a gap.

Being able to take these sword god's swords is considered the ultimate, and thinking about it is just an extravagant hope.

However, he also benefited a lot from these few sword strikes. The sword of the sword god is indomitable, full of unrivaled sword intent, and it is really a rare sword technique in the world.

Moreover, this set of swordsmanship is definitely not Rising Sun, but another set of more advanced swordsmanship.

The sword god is outstanding in swordsmanship, and not only has a set of advanced swordsmanship, but these swordsmanship are all created by himself, he is really a master of swordsmanship.

Tang Zheng couldn't test out the other party's cultivation, but he was undoubtedly a master in the realm of a master. It would be difficult for him to beat the other party, and he didn't dare to have such extravagant hopes. Therefore, the most urgent thing is to get the sword soul, and then run away. .

Xu Yingtian saw that Tang Zheng had received the opponent's several moves, and couldn't help but secretly dumbfounded, he still underestimated Tang Zheng's strength, he could barely catch the two swords, but Tang Zheng took these moves, the strength of the two sides was judged .

Of course, he was more concerned about whether he could leave safely.

The members of the National Security Bureau on the edge of the tiankeng saw that the director was in great danger, and some people couldn't help but want to come down to help him.

Seeing this, Xu Yingtian quickly stopped this stupid behavior in the headset. He can't do the sword god's attitude of treating human life as nothing, and he has to be responsible for his members.

But Xu Yingtian's heart was also flustered, after all, the opponent was the sword god, it was still unknown if Tang Zheng could lead him to escape.

With his back against the mountain wall, Tang Zheng had no way to retreat, his face flushed sickly, staring at the sword god who was walking step by step.

Looking over the sword god's shoulder, Tang Zheng locked on to the sword soul. With an idea, he came up with a plan, and secretly gritted his teeth: "This time I gamble, whether I live or die depends on my luck."

A sword flew towards him, Tang Zheng didn't use his sword to block it, but swung his hands forward, a black cloud overwhelming the city and stopped, covering the tiankeng.

The Sword God's Wuming Sword's attack came to an abrupt end and was blocked by a giant. The Four Elephant Venerable raised a leg and stepped on it with a bang.

boom!

The sword god disappeared, the place where he stood had collapsed, and there was no trace of the sword god in other places, as if he had been stepped on by the four elephants.

Qi Sha was stunned for a moment, and then flew into a rage: "I want to kill you to avenge my master."

Xu Yingtian's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at this scene in disbelief. Could it be that the sword god was trampled into minced meat so easily?

Tang Zheng didn't care about the life and death of the Sword God, he had to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fuse the Sword Soul.

With a flash of his figure, he had already arrived in front of Soul Sword, and the War Soul Sword stabbed at Soul Soul, and the piercing sword intent scattered everywhere.

The light of the sword soul enveloped the battle soul sword, and then enveloped the white bones below, and the white bones exuded bursts of white light.

Tang Zheng was overjoyed, he already felt the strong sword intent penetrating into the Battle Soul Sword, this seemed to be merging, it was not as simple as imagined.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Tang Zheng urged silently with a look of joy on his face.

Suddenly, the joy on Tang Zheng's face stopped abruptly, only to see the light of the sword soul beating violently, very unstable, and then there was an explosion, and Tang Zheng slammed into the mountain wall fiercely, only then did he dissipate this force.

The sword soul returned to its original state, but there were obvious changes. A wisp of fresh air slowly rose from the white bones and floated on the sword soul.

The clean energy gathered, and finally formed a person's face. This person glanced at them, stared at them rather unkindly, and said solemnly: "You want to take my sword soul, how can I let you do so?"

"Who are you?" Tang Zheng was shocked, looking at him incredulously.

"Master of Sword Soul." The other party said proudly.

Just a wisp of remnant soul.

Tang Zheng curled his lips, his eyes were piercing, and he immediately saw through the true face of this wisp of fresh air.

But he believed that this wisp of remnant soul was not lying, he was indeed the former owner of the sword soul, that is, the rightful owner of this bone.

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