Rumble.

Blasted and burst.

Huge waves are surging.

The sea seemed to be cut into a straight thin line from it, and the water surfaces on both sides were as smooth and bright as mirrors. The waves rushed to both sides, making a shocking roar of sea water.

The sword magician Morey's head swayed slightly, as if he wanted to "see" where the man was invisible. However, after a while, he found no clues and was not discouraged. He just appeared and stood on the water surface, bent his knees and bent over, intertwined his fingers, held the sword inverted, and poked directly to the bottom of the sea.

There was a bang.

The sea surface on the shore of Xiaopingzhou seemed to have become a giant bowl bottom. The sea on both sides romanced over the dark side and surged into the sky, while the center directly turned into a hole filled with only the sword energy.

"Can you hide?" Dao Chi looked calm and had no expression on his face. He just kept slashing towards the center.

The sword energy turned into a water dragon and spread out towards both sides, surging and roaring in the sea water, as if he was sure to pay attention if the talisman really didn't come out, he would directly use the sword energy to crush it.

Repeat eighteen times.

Eighteen water dragons rushed into the sea and kept raging

After counting the breaths.

There was a roar and collision sound at some point deep in the seabed.

Fu Zhen suddenly exploded and soared into the sky, with eighteen water dragons following him like shadows.

The rather embarrassed old man snorted coldly, pinched the talisman with his right hand, and whispered quickly in his mouth. The ground on the shore exploded, and brown trees soared into the sky, protecting the old man tightly.

The five elements are mutually generated and restrained.

Water source Motoki.

The originally unstoppable water dragon instantly turned into a pool of sea water, merged into the brown wood, and returned to the ground together.

At the same time, Fu Zhen's left hand exposed the earth talisman that had been prepared in mid-air, and the earth talisman turned into starlight and merged into the wood.

Like a military force on the battlefield.

The sword magician Morey was about to use the knife, but frowned and saw the ground in all directions shaking, and countless figures climbed up from the ground like dead bodies.

The dead bodies were hunched, their arms were hanging straight between their knees, and their facial features were stiff and indifferent, surrounding them, densely packed, revealing a sense of sereneness.

"It turned out to be a living corpse with a thread of intelligence left by you. He detained his soul in his body, using his anger to increase his murderous aura. Such a means... In fact, you have a great future in the Shadow Palace, so why bother to turn to him?"

Morey had no expression on his face, but the meaning revealed in his words was full of teasing and ridicule.

Fu Zhen pulled the corner of her mouth, not saying anything about this.

These living and dead corpses were all sacrifices he found when he traveled around the ancient tombs of the Four Continents. Most of them were pitiful people who were detained or practiced by people from Shadow Hall or Demonic Way. Some of them had great resentment before their death, so the stronger their killing power was, and they were the best materials in the corpse control technique of Fu Zhen. Naturally, Fu Zhen had to take it into his pocket.

Fu Zhen never thought he was a so-called good person. He acted without any taboos and slaughtered the monsters who practiced corpses. Even if he gave these dead bodies an explanation, as for refining these dead bodies that had no intelligence afterwards, he naturally had no burden in his heart.

This is the reason why you can use everything to the fullest.

And the 120 dead bodies in front of him are the trump card in Fu Zhen’s hand.

Fu Zhen pinched his hands, and an illusory black aura emanated from his body, like a phantom, and the eyes of the dead corpses lit up in an instant, emitting a creepy light like mung beans, with a violent aura soaring into the sky. After seeing the sword crazy, they all roared and rushed forward.

Nearly a hundred dead bodies seemed to be sieging the city on the battlefield. They seemed slow, but in fact they were extremely fast, and their bodies were hard, and they all felt pain. They were like more than a hundred powerful warriors attacking one person at the same time.

Such a formation can even capture a second-rate sect on a continent in a short period of time. Even the sword cultivator in the Breaking Air Realm must temporarily avoid the edge at that moment.

Dao Chih Morey stood in the middle, looking at the hundreds of people with great destructive power in charge from all directions, standing with a sword, expressionless face.

A charge on the battlefield.

The sword cultivator is like a stunning sword.

However, Dao Kuilin's sword cultivation is even more afraid of death, and he is doing the life-and-death activity of exchanging life for life.

The more life and death you experience, the more powerful your spirit will be.

When it comes to charging into battle, what if these hundreds of living dead bodies are combined?

One person is enough to kill.

The next moment.

With the sword scammer as the center, waves of air began to rotate and spread outward, and an unparalleled heavy aura emanated throughout the world.

Fu Zhen squinted his eyes and looked at the scene. He had no expression on the surface, but in fact he had already sunk to the bottom of the valley.

The most important thing about the magical and magical methods in the world is the mystery and magical one. If you meet other practitioners in the Taoist practice, Fu Zhen will naturally have countless ways to deal with it, and even if he is unable to compete, he will naturally escape.

However, the sword cultivator is a similar way to sword cultivator to play the gameplay of a sword cultivator, but the murderous aura is even heavier. If it weren't for the big gap in realm, even he would feel a sense of hand grip.

The feeling of powerlessness that cannot be used in all things.

What's more important is that he can't run away in this fight.

Once he was the first to run away in the competition, not to mention the inferiority of his mood, the danger to him by the sword moray Morey will become greater and greater. In this way, he will inevitably be forced to a dangerous position further and further away from the Jiange by the sword moray, and then be attacked and killed by the Shadow Palace.

Anyway, it will be dead.

Unless you can get rid of the knife fool, or simply destroy this world and alarm the existences deep in Jiange, you will have vitality.

As Fu Zhen thought in his heart, most of the living corpses were killed or injured.

Looking from the sky, I could only see the big circle that the old man looked in front of him, densely packed with layers of living dead bodies rushing towards the center.

And the sword-fire Morey, each person and every sword, did not use the spiritual power of heaven and earth at all. Just relying on the purely powerful sword technique, there were countless corpses around, and corpses were everywhere. The living dead bodies were cut into pieces and piled up on the ground without any force.

The man holding the knife had no expression on his face and just chopped the dead bodies to the ground. This scene was filled with unspeakable sense of blood and horror.

"It's your turn."

I don’t know how long it took, the bottomless scammering hole on Morey’s face looked at Fu Zhen again from the heavy encirclement.

The old man smiled slightly, and hundreds of black talisman papers appeared in the air.

Fu Zhen shouted fiercely: "Go away!"

Talisman papers exploded in the air, dust spreading out, making a deafening roar.

When the thick dust was dispelled by Morey, Fu Zhen's figure had disappeared in the air, and then a black shadow ran straight from him like a beam of light and rushed towards the rear.

The burly and blind man just disdained to pull the corner of his mouth, and did not pay any attention to the black shadow. He jumped high, and with a domineering knife, he directly slashed at the ground where the old man was originally standing.

For some reason, Fu Zhen's figure seemed to appear out of thin air from mid-air, blocking the knife with one hand. At the same time, he did not advance but retreated. A bright white light lit up on both fingers of his right hand, and it was like a dragonfly squirting the water on Morey's forehead.

The talisman says that all things are laws, and one dream is three thousand.

The next moment.

Dao Chi Moray's whole body was stiff, his face was dull, as if he had completely lost consciousness.

Fu Zhen's sweat dripped from his forehead and let out a heavy breath, but there was no sign of slackness. He pinched his hands and murmured softly: "Life is in this world, a great dream, and honor and disgrace are all clouds and smoke. Why not take this opportunity to dream for a thousand years, and live a lifetime, and relieve the knots in your heart."

The sword monster didn't move.

Fu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone knows that the female sword saint is extremely powerful and the third level of immortals is not easy to mess with. However, who knows that this sword snail who has long been removed from the name of Dao Kuilin is actually more powerful than the sword saint.

"It seems that I still have time to go back and have a drink." Fu Zhenru was relieved.

But the next moment.

The old man suddenly looked up, his eyes full of panic and astonishment.

But there was no time to make any moves.
Chapter completed!