"Hehe, don't say that the magic weapon created by this imperial city is really good, much better than the magic weapon of our casual cultivators." On the streets of the Demon City, a casual cultivator was holding the standard flying sword he had just received, his face full of joy.

"Oh... it's really not easy to be a casual cultivator these days. When you look at the young masters of the Holy Land family, people don't even look at these things at once, but we can only use them as treasures." Another casual cultivator spoke.

"Stop talking. If the qualifications are better, I would be willing to go to those major sects, even if I am an outer disciple, it would be better than now. At least I can practice steadily, unlike when we hold a spirit stone and have to worry all day long..."

"Gulugulu...ah~ This barbarian wine and snacks are really good. Drink this!" The casual cultivator took out an expired Coke from the discarded convenience store shelf next to him and drank a few sips, feeling comfortable all over.

The other man took Coke and took a few sips, and the corners of his eyes lit up: "What's this? He only took a few sips, but he felt inexplicably happy..."

"I don't know...oh, this tastes a bit strange." The casual cultivator looked at the white bottle with "DDT" written in his hand, smacked his lips, and took two more sips.

Just as the other person was trying to say something, the sound of the horn suddenly sounded, and the two of them changed their faces. After a glance, they hurriedly rushed to one direction with their swords.

The war is about to begin.

...

Buzzing buzzing-!

The low horns resounded through the sky, and giant ships hung slowly sailed towards the dawn front. The dense cultivators swept across the sky with flying swords and magic weapons, and their spiritual power was stimulating, covering the sky and the sun.

A black front is getting closer and closer in the eyes of the practitioners.

This front is not black, but a large number of heavy thermal weapons are built in it, which makes it look dark from the sky. There is no slight fluctuation of spiritual power from it, but for some reason, it makes people feel inexplicably palpitations.

What should I fear for a barbarian? Most practitioners think of this.

But Wang Er was really a little scared, not because he was just a small casual cultivator in Qianjun Realm, nor because the situation in front of him was too scary, but because his stomach suddenly hurt, and the bottle of DDT rolled violently in his stomach. If he hadn't had the cultivation level of Qianjun Realm, he would have been poisoned to death.

The barbarian's stomach was so iron-clad that Wang Er thought, covering his stomach.

Suddenly the sky darkened, and a giant hanging boat slowly flew over their heads, with the family emblem of the Zhongzhou Liu family hanging on it. Liu Mingrui held his head and chest up at the bow of the ship with great courage and took out his dazzling flying sword with great courage. He held the military talisman in one hand, and his voice was like thunder rolling:

"Everything is for me! Let these barbarians know how stupid it is to do something against the gods! On behalf of the Liu family, I promise you that if you conquer this line of defense today, you will be rewarded with hundreds of spiritual stones for every cultivator!"

The eyes of the practitioners around him lit up, especially the casual cultivators, who were like chicken blood, urging their spiritual power to fly forward. They were hundreds of spirit stones! It was a huge wealth for them. With these spiritual stones, they could practice quietly for at least a few years without having to lift their heads on their belts to live!

Wang Er's eyes were also red. I have to say that the conditions offered by the Liu family were too generous. For these hundred spirit stones, I had to fight for them no matter what!

He took out the standard flying sword he had just obtained from his storage bag, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He originally planned to keep the sword as a trump card. After all, this kind of good thing was too precious to them, but now he must try it!

Taking a deep breath, Wang Er poured all his spiritual power into the standard flying sword. The charming spiritual patterns of the flying sword body gradually lit up, emitting misty spiritual energy. The sword body buzzed slightly. Wang Er's hand rubbed against the hilt of the sword. He could feel the resonance between the sword and his soul, as if at this moment, he had entered the legendary realm of unity of man and sword!

What a good sword!

Wang Er smiled happily.

Whoosh-!!

Suddenly, the flying sword in his hand seemed to be out of control. A huge force came from him, pulling him into the sky, with an outrageous speed, and it was not rising straight...

The sword dragged Wang Er's weak body first, and a large 720-degree air rotation, followed by a high-level sound dive, and a Thomas swirled through a large W in the sky, and then it was like a deflated balloon climbing at a high speed!

In everyone's eyes, whether shocked, confused, or dull, the flying sword flew to the side of Liu Jiajiahui, and with Wang Er... it exploded.

When the colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky, there was an ultimate beauty, and some people's eyes began to be blurred...

What a beautiful firework.

The scattered fireworks shine slightly. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but these faint fire lights condensed a large word that was looming...

"ha".

The whole audience was dead silent.

Those monks who were working hard to do something big, Liu Mingrui, who was moving forward with flying swords, and the coalition soldiers who were ready to go in the mecha were Qingya, who used satellites to command the battle remotely, and were stunned at the same time.

Just as Liu Mingrui was trembling all over and about to say something, screams came from the army continuously.

Wow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, swow, sw

One after another, cultivators were dragged into the sky by flying swords in their hands, screams one after another. After the dazzling flying skills appreciation conference, they turned into balls of gorgeous fireworks and exploded in the sky.

Ten, hundred, thousand... At least three thousand people led by Liu Mingrui ascended directly on the spot, turning into fireworks and blooming in the air. The gorgeous fire light illuminated the sky and the earth, and also reflected the soldiers' confused faces.

It's like a grand fireworks event!

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

When the words "ha" floated out, the coalition soldiers on Earth could finally burst out laughing, laughing louder and louder, and laughing wilder.

A wild laughter erupted from the dawn defense line and resounded through the sky.

"Hahaha...what the hell is this? Are we going to see the fireworks?!"

"Is this the legendary 'bright life like fireworks'? I'm so laughing!"

"I'm really convinced. Which boss's masterpiece is this? My Li Erdante mom is really convinced!"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! If it doesn't work, I'll make me laugh, I can't beat you!"

“…”

In the dawn defense line, Zhang Jingyan stared blankly at the gorgeous fireworks show and a series of "ha", and his expression became strange.

For some reason, he seemed to hear the obscene laughter of Ji Qianming...

It couldn't be him doing it, right? Zhang Jingyan's mouth twitched slightly. I don't know when it started. Once he encountered something abnormal, the first thing he thought of was Ji Qianming.

If it was really his job...then this kid's contribution would be greatly made.

Gouchen Academy, Commander Office.
Chapter completed!