Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Power of the Worm Demon (Second Update)
Without waiting for Chen Pan, Han Xu has been near Xiaoyong Mountain, lurking, sneaking attacks, and hunting spies of other races. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info In half a year, the alien race that died in the hands of Han Xu was not a hundred but eighty. Seeing that the Terrans were trapped, Han Xu would also come to the rescue, so that the name of the insect demon would not be passed on.
Of course, although this name sounded a little evil, in order to avoid Elder Tan Songping, who might still appear, or someone who had a relationship with Wang Kun, in order to hide his real name, Han Xu simply acquiesced.
The shadow of the tree of human life, the moment Han Xu appeared here, both sides couldn't help but stop their hands and stood in place like a confrontation.
"You're the worm demon?" asked the dwarven named Monxiu coldly.
"What, is there any problem?" Han Xu said lightly.
"I heard you're pretty good, how about going head-to-head with me?" Meng Xiu stepped forward. Said with some inwardness.
Although he had always refused to accept the insect demon in his mouth, the moment he saw Han Xu, for some reason, he still felt weak in his heart and sweated on his forehead.
"Single-handedly, okay, I don't know if I pick you alone, or just pick out a group of you?" Han Xu smiled faintly and said leisurely.
"Arrogance!" Meng Xiu was angered by Han Xu's disdain. After a loud shout in his mouth, as soon as he raised his hand, the spirit knife in his hand brought up a large piece of sword light and swept towards Han Xu.
"Hmph, arrogant, I don't think you're up to your own devices. Han Xu snorted coldly in his heart. With a shake of his right hand, the Phantom Sword appeared in his hand.
As soon as he threw his hand, his hands immediately made out one after another magic mudras like wheels, and the magic handprints poured into the spirit sword like a tide with a dazzling aura. The surface of the Phantom Sword was full of cold light, and it suddenly became like a catapult, and it instantly turned into a ten-zhang giant.
"Go!" Han Xu whispered softly!
The ten-zhang giant sword immediately slashed down with a piercing sword.
"Greatsword pose. I didn't expect that the insect demon turned out to be a sword cultivator, was it from the Dansong Sect, from the Giant Sword Sect, or from the Thousand Sword Valley, or was it from the Ling Yi Sect?" Several Terran cultivators secretly guessed when they saw that Han Xu could actually drive the Ten Zhang Giant Sword.
Meng Xiu, who was on the other side, naturally didn't know that there were so many sects of sword cultivation, he only knew that Han Xu was the kind of sword cultivator whose body was fragile but his attack power was extremely sharp.
"It's good to come!" Meng Xiu burst into a loud shout, and after a crackling crunch of his short body, several fist shadows were struck out in a row behind the sword.
The fist shadows are only the size of a grinding plate, and the surface is attached to the white aura, looking from a distance, it looks like an illusory fist bone phantom. Before the fist shadow collided with the giant sword, the dust and gravel on the ground were picked up by the fist wind, and there was a great momentum of flying sand and stones.
Seeing such a scene, Han Xu couldn't help but be slightly stunned, the monks of the Alien Primal Yang Realm were killed by him, but there were really no more than ten people who could have the strength of Meng Xiu in front of him, no wonder this guy was a little arrogant, and he did have some strength.
However, just this bit of strength is really not in Han Xu's eyes.
The body did not move, his expression remained unchanged, and he let the sword light and fist shadow collide with the giant sword one after another.
Boom, after a dull loud noise, what kind of sword light and fist shadow, in front of the giant sword, is like a joke, it is not vulnerable at all.
A burst of sound that tore through the air, Meng Xiu's front suddenly turned white, and he secretly screamed "not good" in his heart. Immediately dodge backwards.
However, no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than the greatsword.
After the popping sound, there is a slight muffled sound for life.
Poof! A stream of blood spurted. Meng Xiu's three-foot-old body was suddenly cut in half.
Seeing such a scene, both the dwarves and the human race couldn't help but stand on the spot. I know that you are a worm demon, but you can't be so perverted! Although Meng Xiu is only a foreign race of the twelfth layer of the First Yang Realm, he can't be so unbearable, just a face, like a melon, he was cut in half. Is this still a monk of the Early Sun Realm? The monk of the Condensing Sun Realm is not so sharp!
Just when everyone was slightly stunned, the ten-zhang giant sword continued to gain momentum, and swept towards the remaining dwarves.
"Don't panic, everyone! He's alone, there are more than a dozen of us, the number of people is dominant, I don't believe it, none of us is an opponent, so many of us are not opponents?"
A dwarven man let out an angry shout, calming the panicked scene.
The next moment, more than a dozen dwarven clans immediately stood in a row, and the spirit swords in their hands waved at the same time, and a dazzling knife curtain was intertwined, and the momentum was amazing enough.
"Hmph! Han Xu is secretly funny, can a large number of people block the giant sword?"
With a pinch of the magic in his hand, more than a dozen magic handprints entered the giant sword in no particular order. The next moment, the spiritual pattern on the surface of the giant sword was like water, and there was a faint spiritual light, and the sword body shook slightly, becoming extremely heavy. When the giant sword and the sword curtain collided together, it immediately tore the sword curtain apart like a devastation.
There are three or four aliens who are closer to the knife curtain, discovered late, and have no time to dodge. Just listen to the sound of puff and puff. The dwarves were cut in half. Due to the speed of the greatsword is too fast. The alien race, which had been cut in half, could not stand until the wind brought by the giant sword swept through, and then it fell to the ground in two, without breath.
If the scene of killing Meng Xiu just now made the hearts of many dwarves chill, then the current scene was enough to make their scalps explode and their hearts and galls split.
"Let's go...... Let's go!" I don't know who shouted in a trembling voice, and the remaining dozen or so dwarves immediately scattered and fled like birds and beasts.
"Want to leave? Han Xu snorted coldly, his cuffs were raised, and hundreds of bloodthirsty lice flew out.
Although the bloodthirsty lice did not grow in size instantly, the power of this insect cry did not diminish in the slightest.
Thousands of bloodthirsty lice roared in unison at the same time, and that power was not something that a few primordial Yang Realm could resist. After the sound wave swept over, a dozen or so dwarves immediately let out a piercing scream.
At this time, they threw away the spirit knife in their hands, held their heads in both hands, and squatted on the ground trembling. The twitching body also has spasms from time to time.
With the sound of a whistle, hundreds of bloodthirsty lice immediately pounced on them, surrounding a dozen or so dwarven monks in the middle.
In less than half a breath, more than a dozen dwarven monks were sucked into human stems.
The whistle sounded again, and hundreds of bloodthirsty lice immediately rushed towards Han Xu like a tide, and submerged into the spirit insect bag around his waist.
Satisfied, he patted the spirit insect bag on his waist, and as soon as Han Xu's body turned, he rose into the air, ignoring the few human race cultivators who were completely standing in place, and even what head merits, what spirit swords, and spiritual weapons, didn't take a second look.
"Dad, my daughter is not mistaken!Is this insect demon a monk of the Early Sun Realm?, why is it so terrifying!" The Lotus Lady asked after a long time of relieving her senses.
"It's terrible! It's terrible, I didn't expect the insect demon to be even more terrifying than the rumors. I'm afraid that ordinary Condensing Sun Realm cultivators are not his opponents. The old man woke up at the woman's inquiry, his face full of awe.