Stepping onto the battlefield, there are mountains of corpses and skeletons everywhere. Many of the corpses have long been beyond recognition. You can only judge the enemy or yourself by the clothes they are wearing.

The cold weather, the blood-red river water, walking alone on the dead battlefield, even though it was not the first time for Chen Qiang to move a corpse, he couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

Focusing his energy on moving the corpse, Chen Qiang gradually calmed down.

It has to be said that the life of a disciple who moves corpses is really very tempering. At least he dares to say now that among the entire outer disciples, no one has a tougher heart than him.

Quickly walking around the battlefield, with Chen Qiang's current strength, it was not easy to move corpses. He had moved more than a hundred corpses in a matter of seconds.

Thanks to the driving skills of later generations, he was always able to arrive before the other corpse-moving disciples.

Rumble!——

The sound of thunder came from the sky, and Chen Qiang couldn't help but look up. The golden lightning in the clouds was getting ready to strike, and a heavy rain was coming.

He couldn't help but speed up the movement of moving the body with his hands. After all, Chen Qiang didn't want to be soaked in the rain.

Click!——

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky and landed on a pile of corpses a hundred feet away from Chen Qiang.

Accompanying the smell of barbecue was a dazzling cold light, as lightning split the pile of corpses, revealing all its sharp edges.

"Huh? It's a sword!"

Chen Qiang's current eyesight could see clearly from a distance of a hundred feet. With just one glance, he was sure that this sword would be included in the "Record of Famous Swords".

However, before he had time to be happy, a scene that shocked him appeared. Among the corpses, a figure covered in blood grasped the hilt of the sword and stood up.

"Damn it! This lightning actually struck out a living person. It's really hard to see him alive."

Chen Qiang was speechless and choked up, especially since he could see that the clothes of the surviving people belonged to the disciples of Fenxiang Valley.

It’s just that I can’t tell what the opponent’s strength is. If he’s just a qi-training monk, with Chen Qiang’s current strength at the seventh level of qi-training, he wouldn’t be afraid.

After all, that person seemed to be breathing more out and taking in less air.

But if the opponent is a foundation-building monk, then he may be killed by a random swing of his sword.

To be reckless or to be stubborn, that is the question.

Just when Chen Qiang was struggling, he suddenly discovered that the figure had not moved since he stood up.

"Could it be...that it was just blown up by lightning?"

"Actually, he is dead and not alive?"

Once this idea occurred in his mind, it would never go away. Chen Qiang gritted his teeth and secretly encouraged himself.

"I rushed up, took the sword and ran away. It shouldn't be a big problem."

"And if I can really be included in the "Record of Famous Swords", my strength will definitely increase much faster."

"Besides, the Zhuolang Sword will be returned to the Xie family sooner or later. If you take the sword today, you don't have to worry about losing the profits after returning it later."

After watching for a while, even after Chen Qiang had moved all the corpses of the nearby Sword Sect's outer disciples, the figure had not moved.

"Fight!"

Chen Qiang made up his mind, and quickly approached the figure with his strong body. He exerted his seventh-level Qi training with all his strength, and within a few breaths, he had arrived in front of the figure.

Looking up, Chen Qiang was overjoyed that the figure's eyes were indeed closed!

Then he reached out and grabbed the sword hilt, pulled it hard, and pulled it out of the figure's hand.

Chen Qiang was so happy that he sensed the flipping of "The Record of Famous Swords", which was a precursor to its inclusion.

The next moment.

The long sword in his hand disappeared out of thin air. Just when Chen Qiang was about to check what kind of sword it was, the figure in front of him suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Chen Qiang closely.

A hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Sword...my...sword!"

"Still...still...still coming!"

Immediately afterwards, a strong aura rose from the figure's body, and a flying sword struck Chen Qiang.

This scene was so frightening that Chen Qiang almost flew away. Being able to control flying swords was obviously a characteristic of a foundation-building monk. For some reason, this disciple of Fenxiang Valley turned out to be a foundation-building monk!

But the actual combat training in the past half month has allowed Chen Qiang to form a conditioned reflex.

It was not like he had never seen Brother Su Yang's flying sword before. Subconsciously, Chen Qiang lowered his body and dodged the incoming flying sword.

Then without any hesitation, Chen Qiang sprinted to the ground and ran towards the place where the ceremonial chariot was.

Although he was also curious as to why the figure was resurrected just now, Chen Qiang knew that what he needed to do most now was to escape.

Because at this moment, he clearly felt that an extremely dangerous aura was locked on him.

"Sword...my sword!"

The figure was mumbling incoherently. The only good thing was that the other person had obviously just woken up and his consciousness was not yet clear.

call out!

At this moment, Chen Qiang rushed into the chariot, started the chariot without any hesitation, stirred up bursts of smoke, and drove away.

Not long after we left, two corpse-moving disciples from Fenxiang Valley arrived late.

Soon the two of them also discovered the figure. Unlike Chen Qiang, the two of them seemed very excited. They met the surviving Fenxiang Valley Foundation Establishment disciples on the battlefield. If they could rescue them, this achievement would be comparable to carrying thousands of corpses.

"Sword...my head hurts."

"This little guy's body is not that good."

"However, my majestic Sword Demon Ancestor borrowed the power of thunder and used his natal magic sword as a guide to revive his corpse. Unexpectedly, he suffered the humiliation of taking the sword just after he was resurrected. Fortunately, I have left a mark on him, and sooner or later he will avenge today's revenge.

, take back my natal magic sword."

"The top priority is to restore your cultivation first. Huh... here are two more little guys."

As he spoke, a strange red color appeared in the eyes of the figure. The next second, the two corpse-moving disciples from Fenxiang Valley who were walking towards him suddenly froze on the spot, and a strange red color also appeared in their four eyes.

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"Go, catch up to that little guy from before and get my sword."

The figure said indifferently, and after listening to his words, the two corpse-moving disciples bowed and said as if they had heard an imperial decree: "I will obey the decree of our ancestors!"

Then they drove their respective chariots and chased in the direction of Chen Qiang, and the sword demon ancestor devoured the corpses on the battlefield.

And as the number of corpses on the battlefield decreased, the aura of the Sword Demon Ancestor gradually broke through to the golden elixir, and was even only a short distance away from the Nascent Soul!

Poor Chen Qiang didn't know at this time that he had been targeted by a demon. While driving the chariot, he opened the "Record of Famous Swords" and checked the information about his second sword.

【Famous Sword: Falling Star

Lustfulness: four stars

Quality: five-grade ground

Sword Skill: Breaking Stars

Fit: 1%

Income: 80 experience points/day

The sword is named Luo Xing. It is made from the essence of meteorites from the sky. It took ninety-nine and eighty-one days to forge. It is a monk who has become a god. He is from the Palace of Human Beings in the Daxing Dynasty and is owned by Jiang Mieyuan, the ancestor of the sword demon. The sword has a blade of three feet and seven inches.

Net weight is thirty-three pounds.

Jian Zhi said: The stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the swords surge into rivers of blood.]

Be good!

Four stars are precious. If Chen Qiang realizes it, this degree of nobility seems to be closely related to the smelting materials.

Although he was surprised for a moment, how could the sword of the god-transforming monk Sword Demon Ancestor appear in the Liuyundu battle zone, but it was soon replaced by the shock of 80-point daily harvest.

In this way, his daily income will reach 90, and he will be able to break through to foundation building in three days at most!

Just when Chen Qiang was overjoyed, two sword energy flew past him in succession, forcing his car to stop.

Look closely.
Chapter completed!