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

There were Japanese people dancing strange dances around the bonfire, talking to each other, and laughing happily.

From inside the military tent came the cursing voices of Japanese people, the pitiful cries of women, and the last angry curse.

The woman's desperate and stern curses appeared for a while, and then the sound of a sharp weapon being stabbed into the flesh was heard, and the woman's curses suddenly stopped.

Then there was a group of men laughing.

The blood-stained knife opened the military tent, and several Japanese people who were dressing came out, laughing and chatting, and walked towards the pile of burning firewood.

"Snapped."

A Japanese man threw something towards the fire. It was women's clothing. Judging from the clothing, it should be Daxia.

Wrapped in the clothes were some letters and some jewelry...

The men laughed some more.

But soon, the laughter stopped abruptly.

On the opposite side of the fire, they saw a man in black robe walking slowly towards the fire. His steps were neither hasty nor slow, even a little vain. His face was tired and stained with blood, his eyes were cold, and his clothes and sleeves were dripping.

With thick blood.

They yelled loudly and picked up their knives one after another.

But the man opposite didn't seem to understand what they were talking about, and he still walked slowly over, and at the same time shouted something in his mouth that they couldn't understand either:

"Shocking!"

"boom!"

In an instant, the sky dimmed a bit, and silvery thunder arcs flashed between the stacked dark clouds in the originally gray sky.

The man suddenly raised his bloody right hand and grabbed it towards the sky, as if he had caught the lightning. A simple three-foot green sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed towards the Japanese military tent with a sword.

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

This sword is as sharp as thunder and arrives in the blink of an eye.

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

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at the same time.

Daxia Dynasty, Lingnan Sword Tomb, Hundred Thousand Green Mountains.

In a hut on a deserted mountain, an old but heartfelt laughter came from.

In the hut, an old man in coarse linen clothes burst out laughing with blood pouring from his mouth and nose.

His eyes were deep and he looked to the northeast, as if through the mountains and rivers, through the mist of the world, he saw Zhao Wujiang, who had used the power of wind and thunder to slash out that sword.

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

He laughed loudly, pointed his sword in front of his eyebrows, and shouted:

"I have a sword that can kill gods in my dreams!"

He fell asleep.

The body fell into a dream and into a world shrouded in mist.

In front of his eyes, the huge statue spanning the sky and the earth appeared again.

He saw the colossus raise its right hand, as if it wanted to suppress some disobedient deep in the mist below, or to capture this disobedient.

"Ni Bodhisattva, you can't catch this dragon crossing the river!" The sword master shouted:

"Sword thirty-three!"

The surrounding mist surged, and the sword energy roared towards the sword master, filling his clothes. The sword energy surged and made a hunting sound.

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

"boom!"

The right hand of the colossus was pressed on the sword master's vast sword energy, and it was difficult to move down any further.

The sword energy is filled with thousands of energy, turning into a spherical sword gang, protecting the sword master airtight.

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Just now, Zhao Wujiang's sword with the power of wind and thunder had killed more than 500 people.

This alarmed more Japanese soldiers stationed on Dongji Island. At this time, a sea of ​​people, wearing armor and holding swords, or bending bows and arrows, rushed towards him.

But he ignored it and just raised his head to look at the sky with deep eyes.

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

He had a deep intuition, feeling that except for the thunder that he initially aroused with the power of wind and thunder, the other wandering thunder dragons seemed to want to strike at him, destroy or devour him.

He knew that the heaven-level experts in the world were most likely afraid of the so-called Clay Bodhisattva, so they had been hiding from the world.

The sword he used just now that used heaven-level power seemed to have really shocked something.
Chapter completed!