The Galaxy Sword seemed to be responding to Zhang San. The stars on the sword were dotted, covering up the light of the sun during the day, revealing a galaxy on the sword.
"The hand is like a feather, and the sword is like a cicada's wing." Zhang San tried to mobilize his spiritual power and drew it towards the ground. He felt that the spiritual power in his body was mobilized crazily and poured into the sword. In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power was already gone.
Five or six levels passed, and Zhang San was so frightened that he quickly stopped the input of spiritual power.
"Hiss!" With a wave of one hand, a sound like tearing paper spread, and a gap of about one meter appeared on the ground!
Zhang San couldn't help but take a breath and said to himself: "What a powerful Galaxy Sword. It's just a pity that my spiritual power is just a drop in the bucket for the Galaxy Sword."
As for using his spiritual sense to control the Galaxy Sword to kill enemies thousands of miles away, Zhang San couldn't even imagine that the ten-foot-sized sword spirit inside the Galaxy Sword still shocked him to this day.
"Well, fortunately, I have been living in the secular world for a long time, and I am no stranger to the art of close combat. With my current speed of the Void Art and the sharpness of the sword, even the Golden Core realm may fail.
in my possession."
Zhang Sanbian was thinking, and his body turned into a stream of light and disappeared, "After I have digested this harvest, I will go to the Red Earth Mountains to join Momo."
Time passed, half a month passed in the blink of an eye, but Zhang San's harvest had already been digested. As he entered the depths of the Red Earth Mountains, more and more monks came from all over the place.
"It's a bit like going to the market in the previous life," Zhang San said with emotion as he walked in a crowded place. There were too many monks in the mountains who came from all over to take a chance. Some monks just sat on the ground and started doing business!
Zhang San's eyes kept scanning around, paying attention to everything around him, "I wonder if I will encounter an opportunity to "encounter" today!"
While Zhang San was looking around, exclamations from the crowd suddenly came from the distance.
"Wow!" Zhang San quickly followed the direction of the sound and squeezed in.
"This senior is so generous. He actually spent 50,000 spiritual stones to purchase this low-grade defensive spiritual weapon!"
"What do you know? This senior brother is a direct disciple of Ranmo Dojo. Cui Hehaoqiang is already a figure at the pinnacle of foundation building."
"Ah! He is the mutated single wind spirit root monk mentioned together with the genius disciples of several other sects, the leader of the foundation-building realm!"
As Zhang San heard more, his eyes became brighter. Looking at Cui He surrounded by the crowd, he couldn't help but sigh, "Finally we have a goal!"
Zhang San has stayed in this gathering place for so many days, just trying to find a good target and make a business without capital. Today can be said to be a miserable day!
"This senior brother is really handsome, handsome and unrestrained!" Zhang San thought about the excitement and couldn't help but praise him.
The people around him cheered, and Cui He in the scene cast an admiring look at Zhang San. Zhang San also smiled knowingly. The villain in his body fired a spiritual sense and attached to his body.
Then he withdrew from the crowd.
"This junior brother is very knowledgeable, but if I meet him in the future, I have to take good care of him." Cui He thought of this and showed a cruel smile, looking at the "tourist" crowd around him, "I'll just beat him half to death and leave him alone."
A life saved!"
Zhang San left the gathering place at this time, found a quiet place, and waited quietly for the "fat sheep" to come out.
"I don't know if this is the Nascent Soul?" The little man whose consciousness sank into Zhang San's body slowly raised his arms and stepped forward. However, every movement made him feel like there was a huge force blocking him.
, the consumption of spiritual sense and spiritual power is even more terrifying.
"What's going on with this little guy?" Zhang San was a little confused. He was obviously connected to him by flesh and blood, and felt like he was one, but he seemed to be out of control. "Is it because my cultivation level is too low?
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"Come out!" Zhang San felt that his split spiritual sense had followed Cui He out of the gathering place, so he hurried over without thinking.
"It's better to solve it early, lest things change later." Zhang San, however, had already had his own experience in this area and was full of confidence.
Because Cui He did not rush on his way, but stopped after walking a short distance. Zhang San did not drive the streamer arrogantly, but hurried away at the speed of building a foundation. After a while, he saw
Chu Liao’s back and the bulging storage bag at his waist!
"Senior brother, we meet again." Zhang San said hello directly without covering up.
Cui He also turned around, and when he saw it was Zhang San on his plain face, he was also surprised and asked in confusion: "Why is it you?"
"Senior brother, are you waiting for someone?" Zhang San seemed not to feel Cui He's cold words and asked enthusiastically.
"It's none of your business, what's the matter with you?" Cui He looked at the weird monk in front of him, but couldn't see his cultivation level, which suppressed his original intention to take action.
"We're actually waiting for someone, so we can't talk any more, otherwise we don't get killed by Cheng Yaojin in the middle of the road." After thinking about it in his mind, Zhang San laughed.
"Actually, it's not a big deal. I'm just shy, and I just saw my senior brother take action boldly, so...,"
"What!" Cui He said for a moment because he heard wrongly, "You want to rob me?"
"No," Zhang San quickly shook his head seriously, "I just want your storage bag!"
"It's just a storage bag?" Cui He was instantly angry and confused. Looking at Zhang San's domineering look, he didn't say much and directly hit him with a seal.
"I was born in the Ranma Dojo and am a disciple of the Holy Cult. How dare you come to rob me!"
When Zhang San saw Cui He taking action, he no longer hid. His body turned into a stream of light, avoiding the incoming seal. He formed a knife-like shape with one hand and slashed directly at Cui He's head.
"Liuguang, Golden Core Overlord!" Cui He was instantly shocked and overwhelmed, and actually watched Zhang San attack.
"Behead!" Zhang San slashed with his unfailing technique of killing thousands of people. However, unexpectedly, he was blocked this time.
As the sound of gold and stone interlacing came, a defensive golden bell appeared on Cui He's body, and his body was covered with a golden shield.
"Tiger Roar Technique!" Zhang San's speed was too fast. After the first blow was ineffective, he formed another seal and struck Chu Liao from the top of his head.
"Roar!" A mini little white tiger appeared and hit the golden bell magic weapon directly.
"Dangdang..." As the attack fell, the golden bells began to ring continuously. The Tiger Roaring Technique disappeared like a small stone thrown into the water. Ripples of golden light spread out in all directions. Zhang San, who was the first to bear the brunt, was
The force of the counterattack caused his blood to surge and he flew back.
Zhang San's face turned red for a while before returning to normal, with fighting spirit rising in his eyes, he threw himself at Chu Liao who was standing in the dust.
"Sure enough, he is the leader in the realm of foundation building among this generation!" Zhang San did not rest and turned into a stream of light again.
Feeling Zhang San's fighting spirit, Cui He also retracted his contempt and began to deal with Zhang San's offensive with all his strength.
In the field, Cui He had already closed his eyes because he couldn't keep up with Zhang San's speed. His spiritual sense was tracking Zhang San's figure with all his strength. The sword in his hand stabbed out one after another according to the feeling, and he actually forced Zhang San for a moment.
Start taking precautions from time to time.
Magic weapons can only increase the mana input by monks, but spiritual weapons can be controlled by spiritual senses and kill enemies thousands of miles away!
Zhang San once again dodged the aura-level magical sword that was flying towards him, and controlled the soul-killing technique to transform into a small sword and hit Chu Liao's sea of consciousness.
Although Cui He's sea of consciousness was not as wide as Zhang San's, it was much larger in volume. With Zhang San's intrusion, this river-like sea of consciousness surged back and completely eliminated Zhang San's small sword.
Although this period of time was short, because Cui He controlled his spiritual sense and fought with Zhang San, he was unable to activate the defensive weapon. In the end, Zhang San's abnormal speed took advantage of the situation and hit him until he vomited blood.
"You actually know the spiritual consciousness technique. Who are you? Your cultivation level is only at the middle stage of foundation building. How could you have such strength!" Cui He's inner defenses were finally broken and he shouted.
Zhang San looked at Cui He's statement and did not answer. He still struck calmly and without mercy, beating Chu Liao until he vomited blood and saw that his figure was about to collapse.
"It's Brother Cui!" A voice suddenly came from all around, and four foundation-building monks filed out, helped Chu Liao up, and surrounded Zhang San.
"Junior brothers, this kid's speed is very weird. Let's use the Five Elements Formation to trap him quickly. In addition, he also has techniques to attack spiritual senses. Everyone, be careful!" Cui He finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly adjusted his breath.
Open your mouth and say.
Zhang San didn't make a move. He felt several people surrounding him and using magic spells. Waves of depression came from the void around him. With a thought in his mind, he wanted to take out the Galaxy Sword to deal with these people, but there was something in the void.
A pleasant female voice came.
The voice was like a hundred birds in the forest, yet indifferent and indifferent, but just like that, it stirred Zhang San's heart to start shaking erratically, as if a flame rose from an unknown place in his heart, melting his soul.
Just listen to the voice and continue: "Those who bully the weak with the strong will die!"
The sound came and went even faster. When Zhang San came back to his senses, his spiritual sense could not detect any traces left behind, and the five people surrounding Zhang San had already died. Although the corpses were standing there, they were still alive.
The soul has been obliterated and disappeared.
Such a method made Zhang San, who was looking at it, shudder. He quickly put away his strange mood and looked into the calm void.