Sword God

A sword cut off the head of Ren Tu, and then took his mustard bag. Chen Zong turned to take a brisk and swift pace, and walked away under everyone's horrified eyes, as if shocked.

Who is he?

...

Under the Xinming Mountain.

A dozen corpses were lying upside down, each facing the sky, his white face twisted, his eyes full of horror and despair.

Every corpse had the same wound, with a hollow in the chest and the heart inside was dug away.

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

After a careful look, Chen Zong looked around again, and moved forward again, like a ray of blue smoke.

On the mountain trail, a dark, short, fat man was holding a steaming heart in one hand and nibbled as he walked happily.

"The taste is not as good as last time, the strength is too weak."

The chunky man gnawed, and said disgustingly.

"Eating sweethearts."

The sound came like a gust of wind and passed into the ears of the chunky man. The chunky man looked back suddenly, and his small eyes burst into a fierce light like a ghost.

Seeing Chen Zong's moment, the small eyes of the heart-eater suddenly burst into surprise, and he didn't hesitate to throw away the heart in his hand, regardless of the blood stains and debris in the corner of his mouth, his big mouth grinned sharp teeth.

"I can feel the vigorous blood in your body, the nourishing heart, it must be delicious." The scarlet tongue of the heart-eater licked the sharp teeth, and the small eyes squinted out the greedy slender man, immediately, short and fat His figure flickered and rushed forward flexibly, appearing in front of Chen Zong in an instant.

The right hand stretches out five fingers, such as the nails made of black metal are extremely sharp, and they are separated by a distance, so that Chen Zong has a feeling of being pierced. As the claws of the eaters open the air to kill, the heart unconsciously trembles. , As if contained by an invisible mysterious force.

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

The crimson sword light shone like the sky, shining on one side of the world.

The sharp gold-iron symphony sounded, countless sparks splashed away, the powerful anti-shock force impacted, and the figure quickly retreated.

It turned out that the one who rushed to Chen Zong and grabbed his heart was just a false image. The real body had already appeared strangely behind Chen Zong's shot, but was caught by Chen Zong's awareness, and his sword resisted the repel.

"A little skill." The heart-warming laughter became sharper, faster and more erratic, like a cloud of smoke dissipating and condensing, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or not.

Weird and sharp laughter came from all around, like a magic sound through the brain, continuous bombardment, but Chen Zong's expression did not change half.

With a sword in hand, all attacks from all directions are resisted.

"Bite your heart!"

The repeated attacks were helpless, and the heart-eater exhibited the strongest move. In the moment of a paw swing, Chen Zong’s heart jumped uncontrollably and immediately stopped, as if suppressed by invisible mountains. Pause, the whole body was instantly fatigued and extremely uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed to be grasped tightly by invisible hands, suddenly contracted, and moved further forward, as if to break away from the chest and the body, even the strength of the same body would be lost.

Chen Zong was able to see the grim smile carried on the ugly face of the eater.

The sword light flashed, dazzling, traversing the sky.

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

Sword decapitated.

The trick to bite the heart is indeed amazing. If it is a warrior of the first extreme strength, it is difficult to resist, and in all cases will be killed, unless it is a master of the level of Yu Zhengxiao, but even if Yu Zhengxiao comes, In the face of this trick, it is also uncomfortable.

Chen Zong's strength has reached the second pole and is still at a stronger level among the second pole. Although affected by some influences, he can also get rid of the counterattack.

If it were not for the purpose of seeing each other, Chen Zong would have killed the heart-eater with a sword.

Taking away the head and the mustard bag, Chen Zongyang went away.

...

At night, heavy rain fell.

A candle-like candlelight was lit in the broken temple, and the fire flickered, only illuminating a small area.

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

A figure was sitting next to the candlelight. Under the light of the fire, there was a face full of vicissitudes. The slightly rickety figure shook with the swaying candlelight, and it became more lonely and lonely under the dense and heavy rain.

The long, crooked knife that rested like a moon rested on the leg and was gently wiped with a blood-red cloth, repeatedly, as if maintaining the finest works of art.

"Are you also here to kill me?" Suddenly, this middle-aged man looked up, his turbid eyes looked at the entrance of the broken temple, his voice slightly hoarse, like a night owl.

"Yes." At the same time as a response, a figure also walked into the broken temple from the outside, even if it was raining heavily outside, but Chen Zong's body was not dripping.

"You are the third person to kill me today." The middle-aged man's murky gaze fell on the scimitar on his leg again, wiping it with care, and said something unrelated to himself.

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

"You are very confident." At the same time as the sound started, a pale blade of light tore the candlelight's light and slashed it in front of Chen Zong, giving Chen Zong a feeling of being split in half.

The crimson sword of light shone like a scorching sun, shining on the entire broken temple, and the pale white sword shattered.

"Nine types of Oita corpses!"

With his unique tricks, a tragic white sword light burst into the air again, and the approaching moment suddenly shuddered, turning into nine ways around Chen Zong's body. Each tragic white sword light was like a machete, killing with amazing sharpness. To Chen Zong.

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

Very delicate moves.

This knife technique is enough to kill most of the most powerful masters, but for Chen Zong, it is still not enough.

A sword was swung out, and all nine pale swords were smashed.

The face of the corpse knife suddenly changed, and without hesitation turned into a pale light, rushed to the corner of the broken temple.

The incoming person is too strong, consciously lost, and the best way to go.

But, will Chen Zong let him go?

"Cuiyu Sharp!"

The Diyin sword came out of the sheath, and a jade-white sword light came straight out of the assassination, extremely sharp and extremely sharp, and nothing was broken.

The jade-white sword light disappeared, and the figure of the corpse knife collapsed suddenly, falling to the corner of the broken temple.

Cut off his head and take away the mustard bag. When Chen Zongzheng planned to walk 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 Chen Zong and the headless corpses in the corner.

"You killed the corpse knife?"

"Give me his head."

The two sentences before and after, with amazing domineering, as if Chen Zong would die if he didn't follow.

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

Chen Zong flashed his body, avoiding the other's scratch and noticing the clothing on the other's body.

Dark blue robe!

This is the symbol of Taiyuan Tianzong's core disciple, and he swept his cuffs, that is the symbol of Zhenyuan Mountain.

This person is the core disciple of Zhenyuan Mountain.

"For the sake of being a disciple of Tianzong, I don't care about you and hand over the head of the corpse knife." When Chen Zong escaped, this person was a little surprised, his eyes narrowed and his breath was cold.

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

"Seek trouble." The core disciple of Zhenyuan Mountain was angry, and the majestic momentum struck the repression like an invisible mountain.

Then I saw him raise his arms and slap his palm towards Chen Zong like a knife, striking like a knife mountain, terrifyingly imposing.

Chen Zong followed and pointed at Rujian slightly, sharp and amazing.

As if the sword was sympathetic, Chen Zong didn't move, but the other party flickered and stepped back three times.

"Okay, I wrote down Li Yuan's story today." Li Yuan snorted coldly, without drawing his knife again, but quickly left the broken temple.

Chen Zong did not catch up.

One Taiyuan Tianzong stipulates that all official disciples of Taiyuan Tianzong are not allowed to kill each other outside.

Second, the other party has no intention to kill, just to snatch the mission merits.

"Li Yuan." Chen Zong pondered a little, and then knew the identity of the other party. The third core disciple of Zhenyuan Mountain possessed the strength of the first pole and did not lose to Brother Yu Zhengxiao.

It seems that this town of Yuanshan really deserves to be called the first mountain of the Seven Mountains of Taiyuan.

Stepping forward, Chen Zong stepped out of the broken temple and stepped into the deep night. The heavy rain was still torrential, falling from the gloomy sky, and constantly hitting Chen Zong, but was isolated by an invisible force.

With three heads symbolizing the mission, Chen Zong quickly returned to the Taizong Tianzong Wanzhi Hall and handed over the mission.

Three Thousand Contributions succeeded.

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

After all, the rewards for the merits of some missions are too low, but it takes a lot of time to outweigh the gains, and some rewards are higher, but the time and energy required are very long, and they are not suitable for short-term gains.

Returning to Lingya Pavilion in Cangyu Mountain, Chen Zong took out the weapons of the three people who eat the heart-eater and the corpse-knife, and they are all third-order pseudo-artifacts. , But in Canglan mainland, third-order pseudo-artifacts have also become common and of average value.

Next is to check the mustard bags of the three people.

There are a lot of inferior spirit sources, which add up to more than 2,000 pieces, in addition to a lot of panacea pseudo-elixir ore, etc., and finally the martial arts practiced by the three.

Slaughter!

Eat the claws!

Oita Corpse!

Chen Zong played with the three men and experienced the martial arts and skills of the three people. He knew the strength of these three martial arts.

First look at the slaughter method.

This line of inheritance is quite evil. It is a killing-based cultivation method that combines both practice and martial arts. Once you practice this slaughtering method, you will be affected and become bloodthirsty for no reason. Bloodthirsty, the more power you kill, the more powerful you will be.

Looking at it, Chen Zong frowned involuntarily, which obviously did not meet his own intentions. His own cultivation method should always be under his own control, rather than being disturbed and lost.