Chapter 51: The Ten Spirits

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"Although the general is dead, the soul of the soldier is there. I think that when you were alone, you still wiped out more than 2,000 enemy troops under the situation of the destruction of the whole army, which was called a miracle, and when you met the saint, you were even more "my generation is not alone, and I cover the sky with one hand" and won the title of "covering the sky with one hand". It's just that you later disappeared in Juxian Capital and disappeared from then on, but you didn't expect to come to this Tianxuan City to take charge. It's just that your persistent nature is also going to change. ā€

"I can try to get rid of the bad habit of killing people slowly, but the boy in your arms does not take killing as a habit, but gradually integrates it into instinct. Zhang Yi said something that didn't make sense, but it made Bai Yi's face become more and more serious.

"No leeway?"

"There's no room for that. ā€

Bai Xu knew that there was no reason to negotiate, the person in front of him had already become famous in Juxiandu decades ago, and he didn't have the confidence to defeat him, but as a disciple of the Bowen Pavilion, he had to do some things.

"Boss, Elder Bai's cultivation has been abolished. ā€

Hearing this, Bai Xu took a deep breath: "You offended someone you can't afford to mess with." ā€

"Don't offend, how do you know if you can afford to provoke it?" Zhang Yi still saw through everything, and experienced countless bloody baptisms of life, so that there was no so-called fear and jealousy in his eyes.

"The Ten Directions Spirit Scholar of the Bowen Pavilion, I don't know if Steward Zhang has heard of it?" Bai Xu asked rhetorically.

"I haven't seen it, but I've heard of it. Zhang Yi looked at the nine extra figures behind Bai Xu, and finally became serious.

"It's too small a space, so let's go outside. As soon as Bai Xun's figure moved, a few ups and downs, and he arrived at a clearing in the compound.

"It's a bit of a trick, it's just that, the old man will see if you ten spirit warriors are as powerful as rumored. ā€

A cold wind blew in the dark night, and the figures of ten people disappeared in an instant, and then ten peachwood swords broke out from under the earth, surrounding Zhang Yi who was in the middle.

"Blood Spirit Sacrifice Sword, it's a bit interesting. Zhang Yi's figure moved, attacking in one of the directions.

Just as his hands were about to fall on the sword, the ten wooden swords suddenly merged like overlapping shadows, turning into a sword with a cold light and a metallic texture, exuding a domineering aura. It's a high-grade treasure!

Isn't this a treasure that can only be mastered by a master of the Qi Sense Realm? Zhang Yi's eyes were filled with surprise.

The sword swung sideways in the air, and a huge sword qi swept by, and a huge ancient tree broke in response, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror. Countless fallen leaves and broken branches were scattered all over the ground, but the sword's attack was still unabated, heading towards Zhang Yi, who was moving rapidly.

Zhang Yi saw that the sword was getting closer and closer, and he didn't dodge, his dry hand began to form seals, and one after another mysterious marks flew out in the direction where the sword came, slowing down the speed of the sword until he made the last mark, and shouted: "Seal!"

A huge net spread all over the world, heading towards the sword, but the sword that was about to be caught in the net turned into ten peachwood swords in an instant, and disappeared into the ground.

The big net failed, and the peachwood sword appeared from the ground again, Zhang Yi looked at the ten suspended swords, and easily took out a knife from his pocket.

If it is said to be a knife, it is a real knife.

The whole body is silvery, the tip of the knife is sharp, and the blade is flat, which looks very delicate and small.

Zhang Yi silently recited in his mouth: "The sword is in the sky, and the ten thousand laws are destroyed!" I saw that the silent sword began to emit a blue-green light, flying and dancing in the air, Zhang Yi's fingertips were empty, and the sword crossed the sky, and the ten peachwood swords fought together.

The cooperation between the peach wood swords is extremely tacit, and in the battle, several obvious gaps were cut out on the knife body, and the turquoise light became fainter and fainter, Zhang Yi still used the aura to resist the sword, and they fought together unrelentingly, and seemed to be not afraid of death.

With a sonorous sound, the light of the peachwood sword completely dimmed, and suddenly ten peachwood swords gathered together, about to deal a fatal blow to it.

At this time, the originally dull peachwood sword began to flicker with blood-red light, and at that moment, the light was almost scorching, only a bang was heard, the knife exploded, and the ten peachwood swords seemed to have died together.

But Zhang Yi did not take this lightly.

He stood on top of a huge rock and felt the fluctuations of the aura around him.

The night was deep, and the cold wind blew up the fallen leaves one after another, showing a sense of depression.

I don't know how long it took, but the moonlight began to dim.

Suddenly, a cold light pierced through the stone, with a long-accumulated momentum and a devastating blow, an incomparably dangerous aura, an almost substantial sword light! However, Zhang Yi seemed to have expected that one hand grabbed into the silent night, and then stretched out out of thin air from another place, forcibly passing through the dimension of time and space, and grabbing the hilt of the flying sword.

He smiled coldly, and his other hand directly turned into a giant palm covering the sky, and slapped it straight with the infinite power of splitting mountains and reclamation, and simply slapped the giant sword apart, turning it into one peachwood sword after another, but now the peachwood sword was drenched in blood and broken.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.... Not good!" Zhang Yi's face changed drastically, and the power of the giant sword that had just been condensed was obviously much smaller, so that he could easily grasp it, and he actually ignored this extremely important point!

A cold light with an incomparable power seemed to come from the void and from the sky, and no one expected where it came from, nor where it would attack. But this sword, as fast as it seemed to cut through the space, towards Zhang Yi's heart, and the tip of the sword made a bloody sound!

"Poof!" Zhang Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, a huge hole was pierced in his chest, his vitality was fading rapidly, and his eyes were dim.

A generation of strong men has fallen!

Bai Fu fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and the blow just now consumed all his strength. He quickly picked up the nine peachwood swords on the ground, and quickly left the City Lord's Mansion with Bai Changsheng, who was seriously injured, and Bai Ruoxuan, who was still confused.

Until dawn, no one came to claim the dowry at the door. The 'Brainless Patient' also proved himself for the first time, he alone obtained tens of thousands of taels of silver, which directly raised his status among the three of the Chosen City to the position of the boss, and there were more than 100 people under him.

No one knows what happened that night, and what the result was, only the boy's marriage proposal was rejected, and tens of thousands of taels of dowry were taken away by unknown people.

And this time, the old and young combination Bai Changsheng and Bai Ruoxuan completely left the Chosen City, one of them was an idiot and a cripple, and they were destined to cause an uproar in Juxiandu.