"How about now, Brother Su, you just scared us. Jing Xiaoxiao crossed Erlang's legs and laughed on the battlements.

Su Zhao's face was a little dark, thinking that this wave was really a bit of a cheat.

Sure enough, it's only three seconds to be handsome!

But from another point of view, as long as Su Zhao is stronger, he will be able to cut out the second sword, or even the third sword, in the future.

If there was no Yaoyang Sword, Su Zhao would definitely not be able to cut such a strong sword, it would be more about the strength of the Yaoyang Sword!

I don't know if I can break his turtle shell when I meet that Yin and Yang Realm envoy again.

Everyone gags, and the flute is still sounding below, but there is no plan to attack the city.

In the sky, as the sound of Yaoyangjun's piano fell, the dark clouds that wanted to envelop the entire southern city were also repulsed, and everyone withdrew their magic weapons and flying swords one after another.

When everyone came back, the eyes of Su Zhao were a little different.

"Brother Su, I didn't expect that your Jinling Su family would have such a genius as you, is this the legendary martial arts?" A Xianmen person couldn't help but praise, and it also attracted the attention of others.

Now in this siege situation, the emergence of a strange goods like Su Zhao is undoubtedly exciting.

It is......

"Brother Su, is your trick very expensive? There are a few spirit stones for you to hold, see if you can recover as soon as possible. An old Taoist handed Su Zhao two and a half pieces of spirit stones from the mouth of his heart, and stuffed them into Su Zhao's arms.

When the others saw it, they were not welcome, it is estimated that Su Zhao did not have such a thing as a spirit stone, after all, he had even lost the long sword before, and he didn't expect him to keep it if he was tired of carrying a spirit stone.

Su Zhao thanked him one after another, and secretly laughed in his heart.

When everyone dispersed, Su Zhao already had thirteen spirit stones in his pocket, and there were still many good people in this world, Su Zhao had to sigh. But I also know that if it weren't for the siege, everyone would be prosperous and lossy, and this benefit would not be so easy to reap.

But for the cultivation method that he had in mind, it was not so easy. You must know that in this world, Su Zhao has already inquired clearly, the cultivation methods of each family are all taught by words and deeds, and the higher end is the direct transmission of divine consciousness, and it is absolutely impossible to leave a page and a chapter outside - of course, this is theoretical, and it is possible for someone to make a hand-copied copy of the cultivation method.

But...... Each sect has a very strict control over this, and at most, some disciples who have just started for a short time will copy a little fur in order to make a little money.

The true cultivation essence of each sect is all transmitted in the divine sense.

"Brother Su, the dark clouds are here again, more!" Chu Fatzi's face was not good, this dream is too difficult, as long as this Nima stands up and looks out from the battlements, it is a vast walking corpse, when will this be beaten?

The point is, can you beat it!

Su Zhao nodded, and was trying to use the spirit stone to restore his strength, and the spiritual power began to flow slowly to Su Zhao's body, wandering everywhere, and every time he wandered, he felt like he was being soaked in the spring rain.

Soon, Su Zhao's physical strength had recovered most of it, and there was a feeling in his body that was very different from usual.

It seems that the dantian area has become a storage point for excess aura, and it is constantly absorbing the excess aura in the body.

Is this to cultivate the rhythm of the legendary Jindan?

"There's nothing to say, just fight anyway. Su Zhao thought of the Aoyi doll that had been placed in the nightmare system space for a long time, and it seemed that today was finally the time to use it, but before using it, hehe, there was still a wave of drama to be played!

"Look, that's! That's a corpse!" someone exclaimed, in the distance, changing the appearance of a pile of waste wood-like walking corpses, there were several walking corpses with dark bodies like covered with a layer of steel, their bodies were much taller than ordinary walking corpses, and there was boundless black qi lingering in the air while walking, and the aura was noisy.

That's a corpse general, and every corpse general can easily face an ordinary cultivator!

Such an existence directly cast a shadow on everyone's hearts.

There will be three corpses, and that's just the number of a wall. The rest of the directions are not the main attack of the Demon Dao, and the number of corpse generals may not be much, but it is obvious that they have already felt that their defenses are stretched.

"The corpse tide is coming. Su Zhao said lightly.

The tide of corpses in front of him finally began to advance spontaneously, and under the leadership of the corpse general, they began to surge up layer by layer.

The real siege begins!

Now, it's not just a battlefield for cultivators, it's a battlefield for 30,000 soldiers!

"Kill!!, defend the southern city!" shouted the soldier general.

Inside the city wall, many people kept carrying rolling wood, fire oil, and arrows in an orderly manner, but they were not allowed to go up to the city wall to take a look, for fear that some people with undetermined minds would collapse when they saw the long tide of corpses, and if they didn't do well, they would shake the hearts of the people.

Su Zhao stood quietly on the city wall, and the sword drawing technique was once again displayed from the sword.

With a sword, hundreds of walking corpses became minced meat, and seeing this scene, the army's heart was excited, and all kinds of shouts.

Su Zhao thought in a trance, maybe it may not be how strong this sword drawing technique is, but the people's hearts are longing for it - three thousand worlds, where there are only people, there must be a place for the eighteen weapons, three thousand avenues, the strongest sword.

The strongest has the name of the sword god.

And those side weapons, have you ever heard of the hammer god, the stick god, and the fork god?

Su Zhao thought so, looking at the tide of corpses that kept piling up, the sword in his hand, and the Tao in his heart, constantly splashing, and he was more familiar with the various keys to drawing swords.

He continued to practice the art of drawing swords, and naturally had his own purpose.

After slashing out the three swords, the replenishment of the spirit stone could not keep up with Su Zhao's consumption, so he had to come down to recover his state.

As soon as he retreated, corpses poured onto the city walls and fought with the soldiers. Fortunately, these walking corpses are not strong, and the soldiers can still deal with them.

What's more, in the southern city, Yaoyangjun has a guqin, and between the strings, there is graceful music

The only thing that worries people is that the corpse will come up soon, and as soon as it comes, there will be three!

In Fang Cai, someone had already carried out a point-to-point attack on the three corpse generals, which was a more dazzling light than Su Zhao's sword drawing technique, but it was not enough for the corpse general.

The most important thing is that many attacks on the corpse generals are blocked by the spells cast by the people behind the scenes!

This is troublesome, so everyone remembered one person, Su Zhao.

For Su Zhao's sword drawing technique, even they didn't have the confidence to be able to stand there and catch it.

"Brother Su, wait for the corpse to be close to a hundred paces away, can you give your sword drawing technique a try?"

"Corpse King!, how is it the Corpse King!" someone shouted, full of depression.

In the sky, the dark clouds in the sky are not noticeable, because in the distance of the corpse tide, the real dead silence of black gas is permeating, and the momentum is only available to the legendary corpse king.

However, hasn't the Corpse King disappeared into the long river of history?