"Boom. ”

The black tiger exploded with a loud bang, and the spiritual power wave swung out, setting off a puff of smoke and dust.

Not far away, a short young man holding a bright yellow long knife let out a voice of surprise and shouted, "Got it?"

"How is that possible?"

Beside him, a sickly young man holding a slender blade gasped and shook his head, "I'm afraid you're not daydreaming?"

The smoke and dust cleared, and the remaining seven people looked over there together, only to see the lean young man holding the jagged giant blade clasping his knees to the ground, the giant blade fell to the side, and there was a slight blood mark on his neck, and Shang Luo had disappeared.

Seeing everyone coming, the lean young man shook his head, picked up the giant blade at his feet, and left the scene with a wry smile.

Nine to one, this Senior Brother Lin couldn't use any spells, and without using the slightest spiritual power, he could connect the two of them in a very short period of time with just one knife.

This kind of strength is terrifying, but even more terrifying is the inhuman speed of learning.

It's like a sponge, desperately absorbing their decades of Dao essence.

You must know that a few days ago, when this person fought against any of them, although he was able to win, it was not easy, but who would have expected that in just a few days, this person seemed to be open, and the path of the knife entered the country by leaps and bounds, until today, he has been able to fight against nine people with a black knife, and he will not fall behind, no, it should be said that it is unilateral suppression.

Although the nine of them are only miscellaneous disciples, there are many masters of the Nine Realms of the Body Refining Realm, as well as monks of the Qi Refining Realm, all of whom have been immersed in the Dao of the Sword for more than ten years, and they are also well-known figures among the miscellaneous disciples, and they have the potential to become disciples of the outer sect, but now, one against nine, they can't even force out the true strength of the other party.

"What, hit?"

On the side, the first defeated brother squatted on the ground, nibbling on the fruit and asked with a smile.

"The blow is not small, fortunately, there is a spirit stone to carry it. ”

The lean young man walked over, sat down on a chair, picked up an apple, and took a big bite on it.

"So, the gap between people, sometimes, is really bigger than the gap between people and pigs. ”

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"Master, the water has already boiled, and Lord Yuan has just arrived, and Anzhi has already led Lord Yuan to the pavilion according to your instructions. ”

After the competition, the nine young men were full of spirit stones, thanked and left, and a white-clothed maid with a cold temperament immediately gave a towel and said softly.

"Tell him, wait a little longer. ”

Shang Luo took the towel, wiped the slight beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and then walked towards the bath.

Although the battle just now was to warm up, the habit he developed in his previous life still made him like to take a bath after sweating.

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In the huge pool, steaming, two maids, one on the left and one on the right, squatted behind Shang Luo and massaged his shoulders.

Squinting his eyes, feeling the melting heat seeping into his body, Shang Luo's heart sank, and he swept up the panel that had just been updated.

[Sword] has been increased to LV2

[Knife Skill LV2 (0%)]: The Tyrant of a Hundred Soldiers, the First of the Nine Shorts, traversing the eons, greatly increasing the proficiency of knife weapons, +40% attack power of knife weapons, and +30% sharpness of knife weapons used

[Obtain one of the following traits as a reward, choose one of three]

[Trait 1: Broken Blade's Swan Song (Rare): The Demon Spirit of the Broken Blade curses everything, and when the sword is broken, there will be a 30% chance to forcibly destroy the enemy's main weapon (magic weapon) regardless of the rank]

[Trait 2: Blade Fangs (Rare): +135% sharpness of the knife held, +500% pain for each attack that deals damage to the enemy, and mandatory damage equal to 8% of the enemy's current life (can only be triggered once in an hour)]

[Trait 3: Blood Drain (Rare): When you damage an opponent with a knife, 8% of the damage dealt will be converted into life energy to repair the main body]

"It's finally done. ”

After more than ten days of training, it cost more than 1,000 spirit stones, and finally came to fruition.

Looking at the information on the [Knife Technique] upgrade on the panel, the corners of Shang Luo's mouth turned up, and he was in a good mood.

"Master, is there anything pleasing to me?"

A girl behind her who was only wrapped in a tulle was massaging Shang Luo's left shoulder with her delicate ten fingers, blinking her big eyes and asking curiously.

"Tinglan, don't mess around. ”

Next to her, a dignified and gentle woman frowned and reprimanded in a low voice.

As servant girls without any cultivation, they can be said to be the lowest level in this white bone path, if the miscellaneous disciples still have the hope of carp jumping over the dragon gate, they can only serve people for the rest of their lives.

Life is better, and when you meet a good master, you may be able to live a more comfortable life for the rest of your life.

If their lives are not good, when they encounter those who are violent and murderous, most of them will die miserably.

Unfortunately, the probability of the latter is much higher than that of the former.

"Sister Redsleeves, are people curious?"

The little girl Tinglan pouted and said coquettishly to the woman next to her.

"It's nothing, it's just that I think of something interesting, okay, you guys stand down. ”

Opening his eyes, Shang Luo said lightly.

The red sleeves add fragrance, and the shore Zhi Tinglan, that is, the four maids assigned by the White Bone Dao in this secluded forest garden, this kind of maid has been cultivated by the White Bone Dao since childhood, and in a sense, it is somewhat like the children of the ancient family.

Among them, Red Sleeves has a gentle and old-fashioned personality, and he doesn't like to transgress etiquette the most.

Tinglan is the youngest, even half a year younger than Shang Luo, and has an innocent personality.

Originally, with Shang Luo's idea, this secluded forest garden did not leave anyone, after all, he had a lot of secrets, but then, Red Sleeves said that once he expelled the four people, the four would also be executed by the sect, and in desperation, Shang Luo had to leave four people behind.

Although he is ruthless and ruthless, the people he kills are either hostile to him or have major interests involved.

Four innocent girls, he couldn't bear it after all.

Of course, it is more convenient to live with someone to serve, which is why he left four people.

However, for the sake of security, he planted a first-class slave seal on all four of them.

The Slave Mark can not only be used on bone golems, but also on living beings, but when using it, the person who has been planted with the Slave Mark must not have any spiritual resistance.

Although it is only a first-level slave seal, for ordinary people who do not have any cultivation, the first-level slave seal can manipulate their life and death.

"Sister Redsleeves, am I making the master angry?"

Walking out of the bath, Tinglan's gentle and low voice sounded, and a crying expression appeared on her little face.

The big watery eyes were foggy at this time, and the lips were slightly open, delicate and innocent.

"Hey. ”

Red Sleeves sighed, wanting to be harsh, but the words came to his lips and couldn't bear it.

"Tinglan, don't mess around in the future, our sisters are lucky enough to serve the master, don't make the master angry, you should know that in the White Bone Dao, there are only so many people with a character like the master, the master's tolerance is not a reason for us to be presumptuous, we are just maids, first of all, we must do our duty as maids. ”

"Sister Redsleeves, I know it's wrong. Tinglan threw herself into Redsleeves' arms and rubbed hard.

"Okay, no matter how old you are, you don't feel ashamed. ”

dotingly touched Tinglan's little head, and the red sleeves said coquettishly.

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