"What, you're going to blow up this silver short sword, isn't that your natal magic weapon?"

Not only Ji Luoyang, but all the sixteen sword slaves of the Ji family in the field were stunned.

You must know that in the Kyushu Continent, the natal magic weapon is often a fundamental element for the survival of monks, and sometimes, it is even regarded as heavier than life, not to mention that it is used to destroy the enemy, but it is accidentally knocked or touched to feel distressed for a long time.

Who knows, this kind of natal magic weapon, which has always been regarded as a treasure by the monks, actually abandoned it like a piece of water and directly used it as a cheap low-level magic weapon to self-detonate to survive.

This kind of extremely unreasonable and even rebellious approach can be imagined, which makes these killers of the Ji family, who have always adhered to the golden rule of "the natal magic weapon is the second life of the monk", feel shocked and puzzled.

"Who says that a monk's natal magic weapon can't blow itself up?"

Lin Ao's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression had an indescribable playfulness, and he said, "What's more, which one told you that this short sword is my natal magic weapon?"

After that, without waiting for Ji Luoyang to have a chance to respond, he saw that he instantly urged the last remaining vitality in his body, frantically injected into the silver short sword, desperately destroying the vein texture of the short sword, and in a moment, he actually destroyed the lines of this half-step spirit weapon.

Then, he saw that he held this half-step spiritual weapon that had long been not in the shape of a sword with both hands, and said like a mad demon: "Murderers are always killed, since you have chosen this path of killers, you should bear the consequences of being killed at any time." Come on, let me see what your Ji family's sixteen sword slaves have extraordinary skills!"

As soon as the words fell, this half-step spirit weapon that exuded a disturbing chaotic and violent aura on the surface was suddenly thrown out by him, and the target was directly aimed at Ji Luoyang's front door.

"Boom"!

No one could describe what a powerful shock wave the explosion produced, but according to the few survivors who survived the battle, it was a shocking nightmare that haunted them for the rest of their lives.

The ground was sprinkled with terrifying red blood, and the bloody remains of severed limbs could be seen everywhere—

Ji Luoyang, who had the peak cultivation of the ninth order of Bigu, was forced to be blasted into countless petals by this super blasting force, and his stumps were scattered, and pieces of flesh flew one after another, and even a piece of intact flesh and blood was not left.

On the other hand, Lin Ao, the executioner who created this terrible and terrifying bloody case, had already turned over and jumped off the cliff the moment he threw the silver short sword with a disordered breath at Ji Luoyang.

Obviously, he also knew that he had killed the leader of the Ji family's sixteen sword slaves by a surprise sneak attack, and if he fell into the hands of the other party, he would inevitably suffer an inhuman torture that was worse than death......

"Ah, you demon, I, Ji Changan, vowed to cut off your dog's head today and avenge Brother Ji!"

Ji Changan, who was thin and thin, roared, followed Lin Ao's footsteps like crazy, and jumped off the cliff, with several Ji family killers behind him who wanted to stop him, but he was already a step too late.

In fact, it's no wonder that Ji Changan is crazy, you must know that Ji Luoyang, who was killed by Lin Ao by blowing himself up with a silver short sword, is a veritable brother of his mother's compatriots.

The two brothers usually have a very good relationship, and often learn the Tao together and exchange experiences.

Now, witnessing his brother being killed by others, and even without a whole corpse after his death, the anger in Ji Chang'an's heart can be imagined.

Seeing this, the remaining fourteen Ji family sword slaves who stayed on the cliff had no choice but to roughly clean up the thousands of stumps left by Ji Luoyang on the top of the cliff full of desolation, and then they unfolded their bodies one after another, sliding all the way down the cliff.

After all, everyone is a master of the cultivation realm in the Bigu period, although the Wanzhang Cliff is undoubtedly an insurmountable gap in the eyes of ordinary people, but for them, as long as they don't jump to the death like Lin Ao and Ji Changan, they will not be in any danger to their lives.

The cliffs are so high that the killers of the Ji family have slipped to the bottom in less than a hundred breaths.

Just on the cliff bank, everyone saw a desolate and decadent scene, but they didn't expect that after going off the cliff, there was a new scene in front of them.

I saw that there were towering ancient trees that were difficult for a few people to surround everywhere, and the ancient trees were full of lush exotic flowers and flowers, and all kinds of birds and beasts were constantly running through the forest.

Here, it seems to be a miniature version of the Ten Thousand Beasts Ridge of the Western Desert.

Entering this unknown primeval forest, everyone subconsciously raised their vigilance, slowed down, and carefully walked slowly among the ancient trees with branches and leaves.

After about Mo Cha Kung Fu, everyone suddenly heard a fierce fight in the dense forest in front of them, and their hearts were greatly excited, and they hurriedly accelerated their pace and jumped over.

But they didn't expect that their talents could arrive, and the fierce fighting suddenly disappeared completely, without any warning in advance.

Everyone looked around, and saw that except for a few obvious traces of fighting in the dense forest, there was no trace of the duelist leaving.

It felt as if Lin Ao and Ji Changan, a pair of guys who were still fighting to the death before, had disappeared out of thin air the moment before they and the others arrived.

The sword slaves of the Ji family, you look at me, I look at you, and their eyes are full of doubts and incomprehension.

Their instincts told them that there must be something strange in this.

"Ding"!

At the moment when everyone was stunned, they suddenly heard a crisp and pleasant sound of swords striking again, a few miles away from their left hand.

The crowd only stopped for a moment, and then rushed away in the direction from which the sound of swords clashing came.

This time, they can say that they have each raised their speed to the limit, who knows, when everyone is about to rush over, they still pounce. The situation was the same as before, except for a few places where flowers and branches seemed to have been cut by swords and other sharp weapons.

This is impossible, everyone was shocked and said, even if they put wings on the backs of Lin Ao and Ji Changan, they can't be so elusive and don't even leave a trace, right?

"Ahh

Suddenly, at this moment, everyone suddenly heard a terrible scream from Ji Changan a few miles away on the right hand of themselves and the others.

Despite their suspicions, they did not want to see their own people at the hands of others again, so they began to move again and threw themselves towards the place where the screams came.

As expected, this time, they still pounced again.

The only difference was that just as they turned to leave, they suddenly saw a strange old man in a black cloak standing proudly on a thin branch with the mouth of a bowl above their heads.

The old man faintly exuded a demonic aura as black as ink, squinted slightly, and grinned at everyone with interest: "Little dolls, how is it, is the game fun?"

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