svetikya Chapter 405 What A Terrible Chapter Title
Chapter 405 What A Terrible Chapter Title
Chapter 405 What a terrible chapter title
The corpse rolled down, and the Primordial Spirit was shattered.
died?
The laughter stopped suddenly, and the demons and monsters looked stiff, as if a big hand was stuck in their throats. The laughter was welling up in their stomachs, but they could not be poured out.
The gangsters are the most loyal, and a group of monsters stared fiercely at the black magic knife in Lu Bei's hand.
The number of physical cultivation paths that Baldhead has taken, and in terms of cultivation level, there are not many people here who can defeat him, but when it comes to close combat, there are only a few people here who dare to defeat him easily.
Being killed so easily, not even the Primordial Spirit escaped...
Out of caution, the demons looked at Lu Bei for a while.
There's nothing wrong with it. In the early stage of the Void Refining realm, there's nothing special about it. Being able to kill the Primordial Spirit, a bald body, is all thanks to a sword.
Speaking of the Black Demon Knife, Lu Bei was speechless.
In terms of grade, this sword is tied with the Xiongchu Divine Weapon Xuanzhu Bow. In terms of legend, it comes from the Demon Cultivator Mountain Gate in the Far West. The nine magic swords are collectively called the 'Great Demon Nine', which can be called the Nine Swords of the Far West. , Mo Buxio also specially left a letter to explain, no matter how you look at it, it is a good treasure.
But this is not the case.
There is nothing special about this knife except that it is a bit hard.
The same goes for Xuanzhu Gong, one of the three divine weapons. It has average power and mediocre feel, far worse than Nine Swords.
It's hard to live up to the reputation. Magical weapons are often boasted. Lu Bei can only think so.
"Good knife!"
The old Moxue demon nodded in praise, then changed the subject and said coldly: "Kill him and chop him into pieces."
"Jiejiejiejie————"xN
A group of demons laughed loudly, or manifested Monster Transformation, or controlled Law Treasure. The demonic clouds were mixed with demonic energy, black and thick, covering the sky and the sun, and roared out together.
Lu Bei tiptoed the ground, retreated a thousand meters, and watched the demons and demons coming hand in hand. He shook his arms, and the magic knife in his palm trembled like a dragon.
Buzz buzz————
The white light burst out, covering up all the light in the small world for a while.
Thousands of meters away, for the monsters in the field, it can be said to be very close. Just waving away, the white light surged in front of them, and the few strange birds flapping their wings in the front row subconsciously closed their eyes.
One second ago, two lines of blood and tears were shed;
The next second, the white high wall covered the face like a substance, and the body collapsed and disappeared bit by bit as it retreated.
The light fell, silently, and the murderous intent remained unabated.
The demons opened their eyes and stared blankly ahead. There should be many familiar people there, but now, there was nothing.
With a single sweep, most of the Demon Cultivator camp evaporated, and not a single demon below the Void Refining realm survived.
Lu Bei's arms trembled slightly, he held the black magic knife horizontally at his side, his chest rose and fell violently, but his cold face remained expressionless.
He was weak and pretended that he could fight for another 300 rounds!
The demons put Lu Bei's trembling arms under their eyes, and the panic in their hearts disappeared. The rain stopped, the sky cleared, and they felt that they were able to bully the weak and fear the strong.
However, after all, they are talented people in the gang, and they don't want to die under Lu Bei's counterattack, so although there are many sneers, no one really stands up.
The old demon ink-blood was disgraceful. As the leader, it was impossible for him to end his career in person. The Body Integration stage was complete and he was only one step away from entering the Transcending Tribulation Stage. He had no interest in taking action against a Void Refining monk. He snorted. To the long sickle:
"Go ahead and kill him."
The long scythe was ordered to go into battle, with its arms raised high, and the boundless darkness suddenly opened up, and the swallowing power was unstoppable.
But in the next second, a hole was torn open in the indestructible dark cloth, and the black magic knife was gleaming with autumn water, coated with a layer of scorching white halo, and struck directly on the head of the scythe with cold and murderous intent.
The moment the blade slipped, the scythe's body split into two, like a clone, but not a clone, and it avoided the fatal blow at the critical moment.
Lu Bei let out a sigh, wondering what kind of magic skill the other person had practiced. The split body was the same as the original aura, but it was actually better than his Three Thousand Body.
"Isn't that the Black Blood Dharma?"
"Where did the old demon of Black Blood learn his unique skills from the long scythe? Are they... that kind of relationship?"
"No wonder Chang Scythe is obedient to the Black Blood Old Demon. Their relationship is between master and disciple, leaving us to act..."
The demons were chatting, their voices were a bit loud, which made the old black-blooded demon's face look very dull. He glared at Chang Scythe fiercely. He entered the Void Refining realm during the Body Integration period, but was forced by his opponent to reveal his trump card. Has his cultivation reached the level of a dog?
Chang Sickle secretly complained, entering the Void Refining state during the Body Integration period was supposed to be a crushing situation, but when he faced Lu Bei, he realized that this Void Refining state was not as simple as it seemed. The intention of the sword is not like the intention of the sword, and the sword is not like the sword. The whole body is full of weirdness, and it is an extremely hard nut to crack.
Regardless of the gloomy expression on the old demon's face, Zhang Si made a decisive decision and raised his head to the sky with a roar.
Frost swept across, flames swept across the ground, black smoke rose into the sky, and demonic clouds rolled in...
As the scythe arrived, Wu Zhou was surrounded by nine demons. Including the scythe, there were ten monks in total. Wu Laoxie, who was at the bottom, also had the early cultivation level of the Void Refining realm.
He can still hit ten more!
Looking at the encirclement surrounded by strong soldiers and horses, Chang Si was determined. No matter the level or the number of people, his side would crush the opponent. Ten against one, the advantage was his.
This is sure.
The old demon with blood ink looked so gloomy that he even called for help even though he was in the Void Refining stage during Body Integration.
I was wrong. I used to praise Chang Lian for being thoughtful and calm in dealing with things. He was a good apprentice who could pass on the mantle. I didn't realize that he was a coward.
The old devil Mo Xue planned to settle the score in the future, but Lu Bei did not intend to give him a chance to teach his apprentice a lesson. He held a long knife and went straight towards Wu Laoxie.
It was not that he attacked the weak first, but after passing through several villages and seeing the miserable situation in the insect nest, he had already put this person on his must-kill list.
White light hit his face, and the murderous evil spirit came with a knife.
Like the long sickle, Wu Laoxie was worried when he faced Lu Bei. Even if his side had the numerical advantage, it could not bring much warmth to his gradually cold heart.
The increasing pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, and Primordial Spirit couldn't help but let out a whine.
Bang! ! !
The skin bag exploded, and a hundred-meter-long thousand-legged centipede crawled on the clouds, spitting flames from its bloody mouth, and a red bead spun and charged, hitting Lu Bei directly.
On the left and right, there are flying lights waving ice blades and raining arrows, and the body of the Great Demon is manifested by the demon miasma. The way forward is blocked, and the only way is to retreat.
Lu Bei did not retreat but advanced, and pointed his sword at Wu Laoxie.
Five-color light pillars soared into the sky, Yinglong's shadow roared in the sky, and four mythical beasts guarded the southeast and northwest.
There are four palaces in the center, and violent coercion descends on the small world in an instant, filling thousands of corners, suppressing the ten demons and making them unable to move.
The four spirits of the sky lead to the fall of twenty-eight stars, and the five elements and five elephants walk in five colors of light. In the small world, the divine light is endless, stirring up the mountains and rivers with different colors, releasing boundless power.
As soon as they met, the Thousand-legged Centipede exploded with cracks all over its body. Before the green juice could splash out, it was surrounded by five rays of light. Under the indiscriminate bombardment, its body was shattered into pieces without even a single fragment left.
The same goes for Primordial Spirit, which is burned up under the light.
"No, this guy is weird, please get back as soon as possible."
In the small world, there are the four spirits of heaven above and the five elements and five phenomena below. On the edges of the cracks, black and white swimming fish can be vaguely seen.
The terrifying scene made the old Moxue take a breath. Although he didn't know who Lu Bei was, he also knew that this person practiced a mysterious and unparalleled skill. He could use the Void Refining body to cut down the Body Integration stage. The long scythe might not be his opponent. .
The idea was right, but it was too late.
The white training came to an end, the blade swept across, and the bright white light broke through the void in an instant.
Like a volcano that has accumulated for countless years, it erupts in an instant and the white light that melts everything is everywhere.
At this moment, the strongest scythe in the battle formation was in a daze. The sky and the earth were white, and everything they saw and heard was nothingness.
The rest of the people were even more unbearable. The Immortal Sword Intent's killing was visible and invisible, and its tyrannical appearance made them unable to resist, and they could not even think of resisting. Before the white light roared, the Primordial Spirit perished before the physical body due to visual contact with the Sword Intent.
There is no life left, and this space in the small world has been killed with one knife!
"Okay, good Sword Intent."
The old demon of black blood slightly narrowed his sinister eyes, with scarlet hidden in the two gaps. He stared at Lu Bei and said: "You said you are from the Wu Zhou Profound Moon Department, but I think you are the Heavenly Sword Sect sword cultivator, so you are." no?"
"So what?"
Lu Bei sneered, put away the black magic sword, and replaced it with the elder sword that killed Lexian.
"Junior, open your eyes and see clearly. Although the person doing business with me is Qi Yan, there are also the intentions of you Heavenly Sword Sect elders. Now go back to receive your punishment. I may have a few nice words for you. I can save your life."
The ink-blooded old devil made an angry noise. If he wasn't afraid of the power of Heavenly Sword Sect's Transcending Tribulation Stage, he would definitely have Lu Bei's skin cramped and skinned, and his Primordial Spirit would be burned by the scorching sun every day.
Lu Bei was silent after hearing this. When he followed Wu Laoxie and Feimang, he saw that the electric light network turned a deaf ear to the demons, so he guessed that the gathering of demons here was inseparable from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
In the past, he had nothing to do with the Heavenly Sword Sect. He pursued the immortal Sword Intent just to obtain a powerful skill, and had no feelings for the Heavenly Sword Sect who was destined to die in the rebellion.
but……
"Damn it!"
"snort!"
It's still a bit of a fluke.
"What?"
Now, Lu Bei has to admit that he is an ordinary person who is prone to emotions. He feels that Heavenly Sword Sect sucks and is hopeless.
"It's a bit whimsical to want to be independent while being in the middle of the game." Lu Bei sighed deeply.
Not good or bad, don't care, just like a passerby.
Later, when I became familiar with Zhan Hongqu and Zhan Lexian, I felt that not all Heavenly Sword Sect members were rebels. Many of them were pure swordsmen who were loyal to the Abandonment Sutra or Heavenly Sword Sect’s signature. It was really unjust to beat them to death with a stick.
Seeing that Lu Bei didn't say a word, the old demon Mo Xue rolled his sleeves angrily: "The overall situation is our top priority. If I don't have the same experience as a junior like you, I will leave quickly and disturb the plans of the two families. You can't bear it."
After Lian Lin, Wang Yan and other forty-seven conservative sword cultivators showed up, he took on the pseudonym of the Heavenly Sword Sect master. With a tilt of his butt, the idea that the Heavenly Sword Sect would not lead to death became more determined.
"This sect leader said that you should be killed..."
The black light broke through the void, and the general sky surrounded Lu Bei with cheers.
The old demon Mo Xue frowned, confused and didn't understand what Lu Bei was talking about.
(End of chapter)
Lu Bei threw down the elder's sword, waved in the distance, and glanced at the monsters and ghosts: "You..."
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