Chapter 13 The Power of the Spirit Soldiers
The swamp where the Concentrating Grass is located.
"kill!"
Zhao Ming and others roared angrily, and they all burst out. The violent Yuanli injected into the small Demon-killing Sword, which was extremely fierce.
"Cry!"
The python roared sharply, but it was destined to be futile. A series of fierce sword lights flashed by, and finally killed all the five pythons!
"good!"
"Now, the concentration grass is obtained!"
"The little demon-killing sword is indeed extraordinary. Although it is only half-spirited soldiers separated, it still doubles my strength. Otherwise, we would really be unable to do anything about these five pythons, so we should not think about the Concentrating Grass!"
Everyone felt relieved and said excitedly, facing the python, although they had a small demon-killing sword, their experience was too shallow and they were still not easy. They were all injured, and their energy in their bodies was greatly lost.
Of course, as long as you get the Concentrated Grass, it will be worth it!
"The Concentrating Grass..." Everyone's faces were even more excited and they were about to pick them.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"Centering Grass!"
A scream came from a distance, followed by the sound of messy footsteps, approaching quickly.
"It's indeed a concentrating grass!"
"Haha, Sunset Abyss is not here in vain!"
When the visitor saw the Concentrating Grass, he shouted excitedly. His eyes were filled with desire and greed.
"Yuan, Chu, Sheng, Earth?"
Zhao Ming and others looked ugly and looked at the person coming.
"Taixu Mountain?"
It was not until this moment that the people in the Yuanchu Holy Land discovered the disciples of Taixu Mountain, or they had discovered them a long time ago, but no one cared about them.
After all, they are disciples of the Holy Land. They are used to being arrogant outside and no one dares to compete with them. Unexpectedly, they will encounter disciples of Taixu Mountain here.
"But... there are only less than twenty people, and I have just experienced a hard battle, and they are all injured, so there is no need to worry about it!"
The disciples of the Yuanchu Holy Land swept the scene and quickly understood it. Especially when they saw the corpses of the five pythons, their eyes shrank and subconsciously felt something was wrong, but under the temptation of the Concentrating Grass, they were instantly thrown out of their minds.
"Wang Donghu, what do you want to do?" Zhao Ming glanced at him and recognized the leaders of the group of Yuanchu disciples.
"Oh? Is it Senior Brother Zhao?" The disciple named Wang Donghu's expression slightly moved, "What do we want to do? Of course we want to pick the Concentrating Grass!"
As he said that, he smiled coldly, and the other Yuanchu disciples also sneered.
They are numerous and powerful, and the other party fights fiercely, and everyone is injured. They are naturally not afraid. Even if they are exposed to the sect later, they will not be punished, but will be commended for their majesty in the early sacred land of Yangyuan.
"Get out!" Zhao Ming shouted angrily, "The Concentrating Grass was discovered by our Taixu Mountain, and it also killed the guardian monsters. How could you let the Yuanchu Holy Land be involved!"
Wang Donghu smiled "hehe" and his form was rampant: "Senior Brother Zhao is really innocent! Heaven and earth treasures, and those with virtue live in it! Now, you have lost your virtue in Taixu Mountain, and this concentrating grass is worthy of our Yuanchu Holy Land, haha!"
"Wang Donghu, you are looking for death!"
When Zhao Ming heard him insulting Taixu Mountain, he was immediately furious and roared like a little lion.
The other Taixu Mountain disciples were also full of righteous indignation and glared at the Yuanchu disciples opposite him.
In the martial arts world, most warriors have a strong sense of belonging to the sect, especially in holy places like Taixu Mountain, where cohesion is even more terrifying. Now that the other party is insulting their sect, how can these Taixu disciples not be angry?
"I'm looking for death?" Wang Donghu smiled coldly, "Just because of you, ten wastes? Don't say that you are all injured. Even if you are not injured, we are far more than you. What can you do to me?"
As he said that, he smiled arrogantly and did not take Zhao Ming and others seriously.
"You!" Zhao Ming was angry.
Wang Donghu's expression suddenly became cold: "Zhao Ming, those who know the current affairs are heroes. I advise you to get out of here. Otherwise, if you have no eyes, you will be hurt by your sword and you will be a little bit unintentionally, and make the people of the world think that your Taixu Mountain is full of waste, which is not good, don't you?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ming was furious: "Wang Donghu, the Concentrating Grass was discovered by our Taixu Mountain, and the guardian monsters were also solved by our fellow brothers. You are the ones who want to get out of the way!"
"Haha, innocent!" Wang Donghu shook his head and smiled, his eyes coldly, "Fist is the truth in the world! Since you are stubborn, don't blame our subordinates for showing mercy, go ahead!"
As he said that, he waved his hand and the disciples under Yuanchu Holy Land immediately sneered and rushed forward.
Strong Yuanli fluctuations permeated and rushed to Taixu Mountain.
As both the Holy Land forces, Wang Donghu and others actually took action as soon as they said that!
Both sides are under the sect of the Holy Land power, and their cultivation is also comparable. In terms of individual strength, it should be half a dozen.
However, at this moment, one side experienced hard battles, each of them was injured, while the other side was a new force, and the number of people was overwhelming. With more and less, they instantly suppressed the people of Taixu Mountain.
The disciples of the Yuanchu Holy Land were unreasonable, and their attacks became more and more violent. The powerful Yuan power formed a small storm, raging wildly, suppressing the people of Taixu Mountain to a difficult situation, and it was difficult to fight back.
"Hahaha!"
Wang Donghu laughed wildly, his subordinates kept attacking, and a big sword was strong and powerful. The tiger was full of wind, containing powerful Yuan power, and he slashed at Zhao Ming, who was headed by Taixu Mountain.
"You Taixu Mountain is so powerful that you have to be as famous as my Yuanchu Holy Land?" He laughed wildly and said wildly.
Zhao Ming and others looked ugly. Unexpectedly, the other party was so arrogant and laughed angrily: "Hahaha! Wang Donghu, Wang Donghu, do you really think we will be able to eat?!"
"What?" Wang Donghu was stunned.
At this moment, Zhao Ming shouted coldly: "Dear junior brothers and sisters, Qianjijian!"
As he said that, the small demon-killing sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a strong light, the sword's momentum was changing, and there was a kind of unpredictable spirit and a variety of changes.
The other people in Taixu Mountain were the same. The sword power changed instantly. Eighteen people actually used the Thousand Machine Swords at the same time. The sword power was faintly condensed together, and its power increased more than just.
What's even more terrifying is that as they used the same-original sword technique, the long sword in the hands of the eighteen people suddenly seemed to have spirituality, which stimulated the power of heaven, and was integrated into one!
In an instant, the people of Taixu Mountain, who were originally suppressed by the Yuanchu Holy Land, released their auras that were so great that Wang Donghu and others were shocked.
On the other side, Wang Donghu and others actually felt a unique aura of a powerful man in the secret realm of magical powers. That aura was like a god and a demon!
"How is that possible!" Wang Donghu exclaimed, his face turned pale.
A proud look appeared on Zhao Ming's face: "Wang Donghu, you are proud of being defeated by the spiritual soldiers!"
As soon as the words were finished, the people of Taixu Mountain waved their swords together, and the eighteen long swords seemed to be one, and the sharp sword energy turned into a transparent sword light that was about meter long, breaking through the air!
"Spiritual soldiers! How is it possible! How can you have spirit soldiers!" Wang Donghu's expression changed drastically, staring at the terrifying sword light, as if he had lost his soul.
"don't want!"
The people in the Yuanchu Holy Land roared wildly, and no longer had the arrogance at the beginning. They used the fastest speed and quickly retreated. At the same time, they continued to use various life-saving techniques, trying to save their lives under the sword light that was as powerful as the sky.
Although they were both disciples of the Holy Land, they concluded that Zhao Ming and others did not dare to kill, but...
They dare not gamble!
That's a spirit weapon!
The power of spiritual weapons can reach the world. Even if Zhao Ming and others don’t want to kill them, they will never be spared if they are unlucky and are hit!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just like a dumpling, with just one sword, all Yuanchu disciples were blown away and hit the ground heavily, and blood spurted all over the ground, as if they were ghosts. They looked at the people of Taixu Mountain in fear and looked depressed.
This is the result of Zhao Ming and others' intentional control!
With such a result, even Zhao Ming and others were slightly stunned, and then they were ecstatic: "It is worthy of being a spiritual soldier. Wang Donghu and others are already at the strongest level in the physical realm, but under the Eighteen Little Demon-killing Sword, they are vulnerable! I don't know which senior brother is so powerful that he will be given a spiritual soldier!"
However, on the surface, Zhao Ming smiled disdainfully at Wang Donghu: "Wang Donghu, you just said that my Taixu Mountain Sect was not strong enough and was not worthy of being as famous as your Yuanchu Holy Land. Now you are vulnerable, and your capital and life are in our hands. What do you have to say?"
Chapter completed!