In front of the military tent where the Japanese were stationed.

Some Japanese danced strange dances around the bonfire, talking to each other, laughing and laughing.

The Japanese cursing voices came from the military tent, the miserable cry of the woman, and the last angrily scolding.

The woman's desperate and shrill curses appeared for a while, and the sound of a sharp weapon stabbing into the flesh and blood came immediately, and the woman's curses stopped abruptly.

Then there was a group of men's laughter.

The blood-stained knife opened the military tent, walked out of several Japanese dressed men, laughed and talked, and walked towards the piles of burning firewood.

"Bang."

A Japanese man threw some things into the fire, which were women's clothes. Looking at the clothes, it should be Daxia.

Clothing is wrapped with some letter paper and some jewelry...

The men burst into laughter.

But soon, the laughter came to an abrupt end.

They saw a man in black robe walking step by step towards the fire. His steps were neither too fast nor too slow, and he was even a little sluggish, his face was full of fatigue and blood, his eyes were cold, his clothes were not covered in sleeves, and his robe was not stuck.

Sticky blood.

They scolded loudly and picked up the knives one after another.

But the man opposite seemed to be unable to understand what they were saying, and still walked slowly, and at the same time, he angrily shouted something they couldn't understand:

"Shocking!"

"boom!"

In an instant, the sky was a little dimmed in an instant. The originally gray sky, silver-white thunder arcs flashed among the stacked dark clouds.

The man suddenly raised his bloody right hand and grabbed the sky, as if he had grabbed the lightning. An ancient three-foot green breeze appeared in his hand, slashing towards the Japanese military tent with a sword.

The sky thunder roared, and the rolling lightning rolled in the dark clouds.

This sword was as anxious as thunder and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Wherever the sword light passed, everything was broken into mustard powder.

———

at the same time.

The Great Xia Dynasty, the Lingnan Sword Tomb, and 100,000 green mountains.

In a barren mountain hut, an old but extremely refreshing laugh came.

In the hut, the old man in coarse linen was bleeding from his mouth and nose, laughing.

His eyes were deep, and he looked northeast, as if he had seen Zhao Wujiang, who was slashing the sword through thousands of mountains and the fog of the world.

He is Li Chunjun, the sword owner of the sword tomb.

He laughed and pointed it as a sword, standing in front of his eyebrows and shouted:

"I have a sword, but I'm killing the gods in my dream!"

He fell asleep.

The body fell into a dream and fell into a world surrounded by mist.

In front of him, the huge statue lies across the heaven and earth.

He saw the colossus lifting his right hand, as if he wanted to suppress a disobedient person in the depths of the fog below, and as if he wanted to capture this disobedient person.

"Clay Buddha, you can't catch this crossing dragon!" The sword master shouted:

"Thirty-three swords!"

The fog surrounds surging, and the sword energy roared towards the sword master, filling his clothes, and the sword energy swelled and roared.

Thousands of sword energy wrapped around him, and he rushed towards the right hand of the giant statue like a sharp sword.

"Bang!"

The right hand of the Colossus was pressed on the sword master's vast sword energy, and it was difficult to move one point down.

The sword energy was vast, turning into a spherical sword energy, protecting the sword master to the airtight.

———

Just now, Zhao Wujiang had already cut off more than 500 people with a sword with the power of wind and thunder.

It alarmed more Japanese soldiers stationed on Dongji Island. At this time, the crowd was like a sea of ​​people, wearing armor and holding swords, or bending bows and arrows, rushing towards him.

But he ignored it and just looked up at the sky with deep eyes.

The stacked dark clouds have not yet dissipated, but the flashing lightning arcs have stopped.

He had a dark intuition, feeling that except for the thunder that he had initially induced by the wind and thunder, the other wandering thunder dragons seemed to want to strike at him, destroy or swallow him.

He knew that the heavenly powerhouses in the world were most likely afraid of the so-called clay bodhisattva, so they never left the world.

The sword he used the power of the heavenly level just now seemed to have really alarmed something.
Chapter completed!