Six hundred and fiftieth IX don't know good from bad?
Although the old man of the Wu Kong Sword Sect is stronger than Cheng Hou, there are too many monks from other sects in the Huan Yue Realm nearby, so he cannot take action directly. After all, he does not have the confidence to kill his opponent quietly and instantly.
Once the fight breaks out, the situation here will be quickly discovered by monks from other sects, and the truth will be revealed immediately. Even if you win, you will be punished by the sect later. After all, the sect leader has spoken first, and Wu Kong Sword Sect
His disciples cannot bully the weak of other sects at will.
As one of the three giants in the Fantasy Moon Realm, the Wu Kong Sword Sect naturally wants to maintain its style as a great sect. At the same time, the Sword Cultivator is arrogant and prides itself on being upright, so it would never do anything like bullying the weak.
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Also, although Wu Kong Sword Sect also needs ascendants, their family has a great cause and is more powerful. Excellent monks from all over the Fantasy Moon Realm join every day. Compared to other small sects,
, their talent pool is much richer, and their need for ascendants is not that urgent.
Therefore, if this old man from the Wu Kong Sword Sect, who is in the early stage of Kongling, wants to resolve the matter in a peaceful way, it is best if he does not use force. Of course, this old man was exiled here because he made mistakes in the sect.
If he couldn't make some achievements during the mission, he didn't have to expect to be recalled to the sect again, so if he was in a hurry, he would really take action. Anyway, he had already made a mistake once, and he didn't mind making another mistake again.
"If the senior can swear to God, the junior can rest assured." Cheng Hou pretended to ponder for a while, and then delayed for a while before speaking.
"Okay, I can swear!" After responding, the old man from the Wu Kong Sword Sect pointed his finger to the sky and began to swear.
Ten thousand high-grade divine stones were nothing to the old man. After all, if he brought an ascended person back, the sect would have rewarded 50,000 high-grade divine stones, but he could still keep most of them.
As for ensuring that the other party joins the Wu Kong Sword Sect, there is no problem. He is a monk in the ethereal stage. According to the rules of the Wu Kong Sword Sect, he can accept disciples. He is a disciple of the Wu Kong Sword Sect, and his disciples will naturally
He is also a disciple of Wu Kong Sword Sect.
"Senior, is there a future for a monk like me to join the Sword Sect and practice sword art?" After the old man finished swearing, Cheng Hou asked curiously.
"It will definitely have a better future than if you were in a small sect." The old man didn't have the patience to explain in detail and gave a vague answer.
"Senior, I'd better talk about it first. I'm afraid that I will miss my future. Although Wu Kong Sword Sect is powerful, it has too many disciples. This junior is still a genius in the small sect and is deeply loved by the elders. When it comes to Wu Kong Sword Sect,
Zong is probably a low-class guy, so don’t go there and get squeezed out." Cheng Hou said seriously.
"Hmph! I've already sworn an oath, and you're still dragging your feet. You're really ignorant. Do you think you just crushed the communication talisman and I didn't see it? Your elders should be here soon, right? I just want to give you a
Chance, since you don’t know the truth, then go to hell!”
When the old man of Wu Kong Sword Sect saw Cheng Hou delaying again and again, and then thought about Cheng Hou crushing a jade slip just now, his face turned cold, and the golden long sword in his hand was even more golden, as if it might roar at any time.
out.
Cheng Hou knew that he couldn't delay it any longer. When he saw that the other party was angry, he didn't say much at the moment and just started to run away.
He turned into a stream of light and flew away quickly, much faster than ordinary monks in the late stage of enlightenment.
But compared to the old man in the early stage of Kongling, Cheng Hou's speed was nothing to mention. He had just flown for less than three breaths when the old man had already blocked his way with his golden sword.
"Want to run? Humph!"
The long sword in the old man's hand was thrown above his head, and a wave of sword power suddenly enveloped the whole place. The sword light shone all over the sky at the same time, like countless luminous arrows, which could surge in at any time and inflict thousands of wounds on Marquis Cheng.
Hundreds of holes.
Although there is only one realm difference between the two sides, they are not at the same level. The sword power of the monks in the ethereal stage cannot be broken by ordinary monks in the late stage of transparency, and the same goes for Cheng Hou.
He was in the opponent's sword force and felt that the sword lights were like deadly poisonous snakes. As long as he was bitten, his life would be decided here.
"Boy, I'll give you another chance. If you hand over the ascended one, my promise just now will still be valid!" The old man from the Wukong Sword Sect really didn't want to kill anyone here, so he asked again.
However, there were no other monks coming from anywhere yet, and he was also prepared. As long as the kid in front of him still didn't know good and evil, he would have no choice but to kill him.
"The fifth elder's wife hasn't come yet, what should I do?"
Cheng Hou cursed the fifth elder in his heart while anxiously thinking about countermeasures.
"Boy, you are asking for death!"
The last trace of patience of the old man of Wu Kong Sword Sect was exhausted. After he gave a light drink, the sword light in the sky suddenly flashed, and then all of it was shot towards Hou Cheng's position.
There are tens of thousands of sword lights, and each one has an attack power comparable to that of a second-grade high-level divine treasure. Even a third-grade elementary defensive divine treasure cannot hold out for long.
Furthermore, the old man did not think that the little monk in the late stage of Tongming would have a third-grade defensive divine treasure.
That kid is very lucky to have a third-grade elementary magic sword, but at the same level, the value of the defensive magic weapon is much higher than that of the offensive magic weapon.
It is true that Cheng Hou does not have a third-grade defensive magic treasure, but he still has a third-grade defensive magic talisman.
Seeing thousands of sword lights flying towards him, Cheng Hou almost didn't even think about it before he knocked out his only third-grade defensive talisman, and a golden halo instantly enveloped his whole body.
Thousands of sword lights came at the same time. After a burst of golden light, the aperture formed by the third-grade divine talisman collapsed. At this time, Cheng Hou waved the magic sword in his hand to block the few sword lights.
Being able to withstand one round of sword attacks from the monks in the early stage of Kongling, Cheng Hou was proud enough.
The world of gods is different from the realm of cultivation. Every difference in realm here requires countless years of practice. Even if you have high-level divine treasures or high-level skills, it is very difficult to leapfrog and challenge.
But so what if he blocked it for one round, Cheng Hou no longer had any magical talisman to use, and his own divine palace couldn't block the opponent's sword light at all.
When the old man of Wu Kong Sword Sect saw that the boy had not been killed with one move, and there were already monks flying in from everywhere, his face immediately turned ferocious, and thousands of sword lights gathered around him again.
"Go to hell!"
The old man roared, and thousands of sword lights were fired.
Marquis Cheng had already seen the shadow of death, and at this moment he felt that he had repaid Guiyuan Zong for his upbringing.
However, just when Cheng Hou closed his eyes and waited for death, a woman's cold snort came, and a strong momentum fluctuated like a strong wind, which actually blew away all the sword light.
