The "Qinghuo Sword" Daoyuan used his god to control his sword and did not participate in the competition for the spiritual medicines of heaven and earth. Instead, he relied on the convenience of the speed of the flying sword and rushed straight to the deepest part of the Xianren Ridge.

A group of vulgar martial artists only care about the little benefits in front of them.

Don’t you know that the inheritance of the first-grade Taoist priests in Xianren Ridge is the real treasure?

Even, seeing the other party is so extraordinary, there is still a secret to how to get to the first grade!

As soon as he thought of this, Daoyuan's heart became even more intense.

He is a Taoist priest of the wild path. He has a broken inheritance and has obtained a large amount of resources by relying on the White Tiger Sect. However, being able to practice to the third grade is already the limit.

If you can obtain the first-class inheritance of Wuding Sect, then the future is promising!

The flying sword roared, the thunder flashed, and it went away more than ten miles in an instant.

Then, by leaving his body and leaving his body, Daoyuan saw a person, but he lived on the flying sword!

A person with white hair shawls, face like a young man, eyes vicissitudes, and temperament extremely terrifying!

"It's probably enough!"

Zhong Shenxiu stretched out: "Two third-grade Taoist priests, six second-grade martial artists...there are various skills, so there is no need to collect them one by one."

Nothing wrong!

The purpose of establishing this inheritance and doing so many things is to fish!

However, Zhong Shenxiu did not fish one by one and thought it was too troublesome to fish, but liked to sprinkle a handful of bait and then go down the big net to catch it!

It's still the kind of particularly fine-hole net, so you can't even think of running out of fish fry!

"Two third-grade Taoist priests? What does it mean?"

Daoyuan was shocked, and then he saw the young man stretching out his right foot and stomping on the ground.

puff!

An invisible but qualitative soul was immediately forced out, showing a sharp-mouthed Taoist with a monkey cheek: "Sir, please spare me!"

"There are really third-grade Taoist priests lurking? I didn't even notice it?"

Daoyuan was so angry that he recognized that this third-grade Taoist priest was a Taoist of the Hundred Ghosts and a casual cultivator. He was famous for his narrow personality and vicious actions.

But at this time, the other party's third-grade soul was held in his hand by Zhong Shenxiu, as if he was pinching a chick.

There was only a click.

The gods of ghosts are scattered, and there is no such person in the world!

"You stay, too!"

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at Daoyuan.

Daoyuan suddenly felt that the soul inside the flying sword was hit by lightning, and was seriously injured by a look of eyes!

He subconsciously vented his vitality and activated the flying sword, trying to escape.

But Zhong Shenxiu just reached out and sucked the flying sword in his hand, killing the soul inside the flying sword: "Well... this flying sword can also be passed down as a third-grade Taoist priest!"

He threw the Taoist book he had obtained from Daoyuan's soul search into the flying sword and threw it into the ground.

With his strength, he can do so to search the soul while killing people and obtain all the inheritance of the other party.

And so many martial artists gathered together, it was enough to make the originally barren Erxia arsenal to achieve a massive improvement!

"What's going on?"

Du Du and Hua Mantang and other second-grade martial artists rushed a little slower, and could only see Zhong Shenxiu picking up the flying sword and smiling at them.

But every second-grade martial artist present felt that the disaster was coming and he wanted to turn around and run away.

"Who are you?"

Du Du shouted loudly.

"Peach trees are planted in Taohuawu, and eating wind and drinking dew are like gods!"

Zhong Shenxiu stretched and said calmly: "I am... a sword-holder in the East China Sea, I will borrow your heads for you!"

"First-rank... Taoist priest or martial man?"

Hua Mantang felt his hands trembling: "Even if you are a first-class sect, the sect behind us is not without a first-class sect. Do you want to be an enemy of the world?"

"Being an enemy? You..."

Zhong Shenxiu stretched out a finger and shook it, and smiled and said, "I don't deserve it!"

Du Wan and others were stunned, and then they realized that the East China Sea sword holder was saying that they were not worthy of being enemies, and they were all furious.

"Even if you are a first-class martial artist, you can't be so arrogant and domineering!"

Du Du roared righteously: "Everyone will go separately!"

A second-rank warrior may not be able to defeat a first-rank, but it is still no problem to escape in dispersed ways.

Then, we can mobilize first-class ancestors from each family to encircle and suppress this shameless one.

Zhong Shenxiu stood in the air, like a banished immortal in the sky, with a expressionless face and a high god looking down at all living beings: "The vitality is my sword, and all living beings are allowed to destroy me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the energy of heaven and earth came roaring, forming a terrible tide!

Boom!

Under the terrifying pressure, the gaseous heaven and earth vital energy was directly solidified and compressed... and turned into white giant swords.

One of the giant swords pointed at Du Du and slashed down with a bang!

"Ah! The evil spirits are descending from the sky, and the white tiger is on my body!"

Du Du was originally known as the White Tiger Killing God, but at this time he was like a kitten with teeth and claws, mobilizing his true energy and turning into a huge white tiger.

Strands of evil aura emerged, causing the white tiger to linger in black and red. A tiger's claw seemed to be able to destroy the mountains. It was because it used some kind of secret technique to stimulate true energy and wanted to fight to the death.

puff!

The white giant sword cuts from the white tiger's head to the white tiger's tail without any obstacles, as simple as tearing a piece of paper.

The huge white tiger phantom dissipated, and Du Po in it appeared, and it was suddenly split into pieces!

There are six giant swords in the world, flying towards the six second-grade martial artists. Even though they hide very well, they have nowhere to hide in Zhong Shenxiu's eyes.

"Ah! Senior, please spare me, please spare me!"

"I am the first-class grandson of Tianmen Sect, let me go!"

"Fight!"

Second-grade martial artists can already break the mountain with one palm. At this time, they roared wildly, and the sound wave alone caused the low-grade martial artist to bleeding the eardrums.

Then, they all died.

In this scene, let alone Shen Mo on the outside, even Mu Yuanliu and others had a dull face: "The East China Sea sword holder... Why have you never heard of this person's name? In any case, this person will be famous all over the world today!"

Mu Yuanliu looked at the white-haired young man and turned his eyes. When he saw himself and others, he was shocked: "No, run away!"

"Those who violate my forbidden land will be killed without mercy!"

Zhong Shenxiu pointed casually, and six giant swords composed of heaven and earth's vitality exploded and turned into countless white lights. Regardless of whether they were players or warriors, they were reaping their lives at will.

In addition to a few guys with good martial arts skills and good luck, the vicinity of Xianren Ridge soon turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood.

"this……"

Players such as Shen Mo were almost scared.

Originally, I thought that those second-grade martial artists were the ceiling of combat power, which was already quite scary.

But unexpectedly, the sword-holder who appeared later was even more outrageous!

If the second grade is a walking missile, then the other party is a walking nuclear bomb.

With a raising hand, you can destroy the world. No matter how high or low a martial artist is, he will die hundreds or thousands of times...

"Such existence, such existence..."

Shen Mo was in a state of dismay and was carried away by several players who escaped by chance.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't care about them, but raised her hand and pointed.

A circle of black fog appeared, expanding continuously, covering all the flesh and blood swamps.

The flesh and blood completely melted, and one of the white bones stood up, using cloth, paper, even earth, stone, gold and iron on his body to record what he had learned throughout his life, and then threw it aside at will, and began to wander unconsciously...

"Well, the copy is built."
Chapter completed!