Chapter seven hundred and eighty fifth give me a knife
"I don't know either." Zhao Yuan shook his head.
"ah……"
Everyone looked suspicious.
In fact, everyone does not know that Zhao Yuan has the power of faith in the world of Lingtai and is already a half-immortal. Not only does he have an indestructible body, but he is also invulnerable to all poisons. Even the love-forgetting grass in the world has been poisoned by it.
Dissolving the scorpion poison in Black Marsh Mountain is nothing.
Of course, the scorpions in Black Marsh Mountain are not simple. They are the result of the reproduction of the scorpions left over from the war between gods and demons and the local scorpions in this prehistoric area. Although their toxicity cannot be used against gods, for ordinary human cultivators,
That said, it is a very terrifying existence.
During these thousands of years, the bones of countless cultivators have been buried here, and among them, there are many masters with extraordinary skills.
If they hadn't seen the numerous skeletons under the black rock, everyone would have thought that Zhao Yuan had done something secretly.
Long Zifei is a sensible person, so he can naturally deduce the general reason.
In fact, it is already clear at a glance that this black rock is a trap set by the scorpions of Black Marsh Mountain. They force passing humans or animals here, making them relaxed and unconsciously poisoned, making them unable to resist.
Then chop the food into large pieces...
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"Scorpion..." Leng Qing screamed.
Whoosh!
Long Zifei jumped up, the flying sword in his hand was like lightning, and breathed out a sharp sword energy. A black swamp scorpion flying in the air was hit to pieces by the sword energy.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Another series of black swamp scorpions flew onto the black rocks, dizzying as they were. Like black lightning, Longzi flew on the black rocks, dragging countless afterimages behind his body, and the long sword in his hand flew up and down.
, the sword energy was overwhelming, and each black swamp scorpion was killed in the air, without missing a single one.
After killing thousands of Black Marsh Scorpions in succession, the Black Marsh Scorpions suddenly stopped attacking.
Long Zifei breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his face. Only he knew about the thrill just now, because at this time, brother and sister Lengyue and Huatian Long Zixiao were already on the verge of collapse, let alone
He was trying to kill a scorpion, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his sword. As long as a black swamp scorpion entered the range of the black rock, the consequences would be disastrous.
Long Zifei and the others were well aware of the poisonous nature of the Black Swamp Scorpion. Even if they were bitten by the Black Swamp Scorpion at the mountain gate, let alone in this barren mountain, they might not be able to survive if they were not treated in time.
"They are testing." Zhao Yuan said solemnly.
"Testing?" Everyone asked in unison.
"Yes, we are testing. Once they feel that we have no resistance, they will swarm us." Zhao Yuan said calmly.
"ah……"
People looked horrified.
It is conceivable that if thousands of black swamp scorpions all over the mountains and plains attack at the same time, even if they fight with their lives to resist, they will not be able to hold on for a stick of incense. By then, they will probably become skeletons under the black rock.
It seems that this black rock should be a landmark of the Black Swamp Scorpion. When someone or an animal is trapped here, they will spread the news through some unknown method, and then come from all directions to eat...
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The more people thought about it, the more frightened they became. Leng Qing, who was already in unbearable pain because of her sprained foot, became even more trembling in her limbs.
No one can face the threat of death calmly!
Cultivators themselves have a long life, and because of this, cultivators are more afraid of death than mortals, and this is also the driving force for cultivators to pursue immortality.
"Brother Zhao, you...you...what can you do?" Leng Qing curled up in her brother Leng Yue's arms and asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes!" Zhao Yuan said with a very certain tone.
"Ah..." Leng Qing just asked casually. After all, Zhao Yuan was the only person who was not poisoned. However, she did not expect that Zhao Yuan would answer so decisively. She immediately grabbed a life-saving straw and couldn't wait.
Asked: "What can I do?"
"Kill them all!" Zhao Yuan said word by word with a stern face.
"Kill them all..."
Everyone looked at each other with a wry smile on their faces.
There are more than tens of millions of Black Swamp Scorpions in Black Swamp Mountain. It is not easy to kill them all. What's more, even if the Black Swamp Scorpions don't resist, they will be killed for who knows what month.
"Actually, we don't have to kill them all, we just need to hold on until dawn." Zhao Yuan saw everyone's thoughts.
Dawn!
Everyone could only smile bitterly. At this time, there were at least three hours before dawn. If there was no poison, only three hours would be no problem. But now, let alone three hours, even half an hour would not be easy.
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Zhao Yuan's suggestion has no feasibility at all.
"Zhao Yuan, you are not poisoned, and there is no use staying here. Why not, if you fly away with your sword, you may still have a chance of survival. If you leave safely, I just hope that you can inform our leader." Long Zixiao sighed.
At this moment, he felt that his limbs were getting weaker and weaker, and the sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.
"I need a knife." Zhao Yuan said calmly.
"Knife..." Everyone looked at each other.
"As long as we have a knife, we can hold on until dawn!"
"I have..." Leng Qing tried her best to summon a small and exquisite scimitar from the Sumeru Ring. The scimitar was bright and sharp, inlaid with precious stones and jade, and the workmanship was exquisite and delicate. It looked like a noble thing at first sight.
"No." Zhao Yuan shook his head.
"I have a knife in my collection." Hua Tian also summoned a slender long knife from the Sumeru Ring. The long knife's blade was like a stream of autumn water, emitting a light cold air, but hiding a fierceness.
Hua Tian seemed to cherish this knife very much. He held it in his hand with a look of reluctance on his face.
"No." Zhao Yuan shook his head, with disappointment on his face. These two knives were both top-grade, but they were not the type he liked. They were not easy to use. He still liked the heavy ones like long black-backed knives.
It doesn't matter if the material of the knife is slightly different.
"Brother Zhao, what kind of knife do you want? I have one here, I don't know if it suits your taste..." There was a trace of hesitation on Long Zixiao's face.
"Just make it heavier and longer."
"Heavier... how much more?" Long Zixiao had a happy face.
"It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter..."
Zhao Yuan's answer not only made Long Zixiao pause, but everyone was dumbfounded.
"My knife is really a bit heavy... I'm afraid Brother Zhao... is a bit... a bit..." Long Zixiao glanced at Zhao Yuan's frail figure.
"Take it out and take a look." Zhao Yuan smiled. He naturally understood what Long Zixiao was thinking.
"Um."
Long Zixiao was exhausted at this time, and it was a bit difficult to summon items from the Sumeru Ring. He spent all his strength and sweating profusely before summoning a long knife from the Sumeru Ring.
A long, dark, dull knife.
The long knife seemed to melt into the endless darkness on the dark rock, filled with an aura of death.
When everyone saw this dark long sword, they were all stunned.
This knife is really not a little heavy. Its length is taller than that of an adult. The back of the knife is actually thicker than two adult hands. The width of the blade is even more exaggerated and is actually about the same as a human body.
This is no longer a knife. It weighs at least several hundred kilograms. It is difficult to carry it even for a few steps. It is simply unthinkable to use it to fight and kill enemies.
If you want to describe it, this knife is like an oversized butcher knife, but it is several times longer than an oversized butcher knife.
In addition to being thick and wide, this knife is a bit unattractive. It is not even as good as Zhao Yuan's original black-backed long knife. After all, the black-backed long knife only has a black back, but its blade is sharp. And this knife, the blade
Also black.
In fact, this knife has no blade at all. If you touch the blade with your hand, there is absolutely no risk of cutting the skin, and there is no legendary instant decision when blowing hair.
"Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, this knife..."
There was a trace of embarrassment on Long Zixiao's face, and he raised his head to look at Zhao Yuan.
At this time, everyone's eyes were on Zhao Yuan, and Leng Qing, when she saw this huge black knife, she even felt a sense of schadenfreude, because Zhao Yuan just boasted about Haikou.
Saying weight doesn't matter.
The whole world disappeared in Zhao Yuan's eyes, because in Zhao Yuan's eyes, there was only that super giant sword.
This knife has broken Zhao Yuan's imagination. He has never thought that there is such a huge long knife in the world.
No, it is not a long knife. Zhao Yuan believes that the term "ban knife" is more appropriate to describe this knife, because the shape of this knife has exceeded the scope of a normal long knife. Its blade is as wide as the human body, enough to match the "ban knife"
