Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 230: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

Saint Bai was worthy of the title of one of the Ten Heroes. Whether it was his body, physique, or skills, he had already reached the top. He knocked down all the monks who rushed in front of him with one punch, and he never needed a second punch. In the first ten minutes of the battle, more than ten monks had fallen in front of him. Those monks who rushed in front of him retreated desperately, but the people behind the corridor didn't know the situation and pushed them forward desperately. Although those monks were already shouting in fear, it was useless and they could not resist the power of everyone.

Unexpectedly, this gloomy eagle beast is actually very powerful. Facing numerous talismans, spells, and flying sword attacks, he did not dodge but took them one by one. When it comes to exchanging injuries for lives, the middle-aged uncle is nothing compared to him.

Just now, a flying sword pierced his heart, but he did not dodge and let the flying sword go until the handle was gone. When the flying sword had no more power, he caught it and broke it apart. Without an offensive weapon, he was considered to have crippled a cultivator.

He did not dodge those monks who chopped at his vitals. Even if his vitals were injured, he would still dig out the opponent's heart with one claw. The souls of the monks who fell to the ground were taken away by Wang Qiye, and the blood of those monks flowed into the body of the eagle beast. The hideous and terrifying wounds on the vitals just now actually improved at this moment. Although the eagle beast did not kill many people, the monks of the seven cities who faced him would rather challenge the tiger-head mask than dare to fight him.

Three people from Mi Pengyong's team had already retreated. Xiong Fangfan was the first to step forward and knocked down three people. He had no intention of retreating at all. As a first-level casual cultivator, it was rare for him to have such means, but his move had already aroused dissatisfaction among the people queuing behind him.

The big man standing behind him was secretly worried. "Brother, just show your respect. There's no need for us to really risk our lives."

Xiong Fangfan ignored the person behind him and glanced at the unstoppable eagle beast and tiger beast, secretly shocked. "Is the gap between us and the disciples of these big sects really that big?"

He did not feel lost for long as he started fighting with the fourth cultivator again. When their magical weapons collided, he had no extra time to think and had to fight the enemy with all his strength.

In fact, Xiong Fangfan's strength was already very strong, but he chose the wrong person to compare himself with. If he compared himself with the middle-aged uncle, he would still have some strength, but he chose to compare himself with the eagle beast and the tiger beast. He knew the identities of those two people, so he was afraid that he would lose without hesitation.

The attacking monks from the seven cities all blocked the entrance to the corridor. When they were sitting on the ground in meditation, there was still plenty of room for three of them. But when they stood up to fight, five of them lined up in a row and blocked the corridor, which was as wide as three carriages, making it impossible for anyone to get through.

The monks from the top sects who had set up tea tables under the tower looked at the scene calmly, eating and drinking. As the finale, they naturally would not appear at the beginning, but some of them quietly left their seats and went to steal points.

Bai Xingchen was still waving a paper fan, and at this moment he had set up two sets of Go, playing against Ye Hanshuang and Chen Fuyuan at the same time. The servant beside him handed him a cup of fresh tea, and he withdrew his gaze from the scenery.

He glanced at the monks who were thronging like a tide under the tower. "It looks like the vacation will end today?"

Ye Hanshuang and Chen Fuyuan naturally knew that they could not defeat him, so they played fast chess and did not intend to leave him much time to think. However, even so, Bai Xingchen still had time to enjoy the scenery.

Zhou Yuxiang was overwhelmed by the chessboard and simply sat on the battlement. He looked at the monks from the seven cities who were blocking the city gate and trying hard to squeeze in. He had no idea what they were thinking.

"Uncle, can you let me hold it for a while?"

Wang Qiye turned his wrists, feeling a little itchy. He had not consumed much energy just now, and after standing for such a while, it was already fully replenished.

"I haven't used this talisman for long, and three more were brought in. Let me hold on for a while."

The middle-aged uncle exchanged injuries with the monk from the Seven Cities in front, and knocked down another person with a stick. Wang Qiye controlled his spiritual consciousness and searched the monk he knocked down all over his body, controlling the property to fly into his hands, ready to change guard later and hand it over to the middle-aged uncle whose name he didn't even know.

The middle-aged man fought for more than 40 minutes and finally retreated. Wang Qiye only had time to quickly stuff the storage bag into his hand and chopped off a flying talisman with a knife.

Wang Qiye had just knocked down a cultivator when he suddenly felt the middle-aged man behind him stuffing something into his hand. When he took a closer look, he saw that they were three talismans.

"Uncle, what is this?"

"Two defensive talismans and one offensive talisman. There are too many talismans in the spoils, so I'll give them to you."

The middle-aged man smiled at him.

"Thanks, uncle."

Wang Qiye felt warm in his heart. Although they met by chance, he was extremely grateful at this moment. This defensive talisman came at the perfect time.

Without hesitation, Wang Qiye directly activated two talismans, one attack talisman and one defense talisman, and put the other one into the storage bag.

The attack talisman turned into a rocket and flew towards the person. The monk who rushed over cut the rocket in half with a sword, and the flying sparks were everywhere. A Heaven-asking Sword emerged from the sparks. The monk was terrified and could not dodge in time. At such a close distance, he could only rely on the defensive talisman on his body.

Wentian only penetrated a few inches before he was unable to move forward. After he pulled it out, the monk also slid to the ground. His heart had been crushed by the Qi force, and he was powerless to recover.

"Eat my trick!"

The monk in front of him shouted and threw a huge cloth bag. Wang Qiye sneered contemptuously and chopped the cloth bag in half. However, from the cloth bag, dense insects the size of ping-pong balls crawled out. Wang Qiye's scalp tingled. The knife shadow kept swinging, but the insects seemed to be endless. Although the light armor was strong, it could only resist energy attacks. The insects were almost unhindered and passed through the armor and landed on Wang Qiye's body. They still crawled all over his body and began to gnaw on Wang Qiye's body.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the eagle beast opened its mouth and spit out a black blood spear, shooting it at the insect controller. The insect controller smiled lightly, activated a bronze bell, covered himself inside, smiled provocatively, and cast a defensive talisman.

However, his smile soon froze on his face, as the black spear actually corroded a large hole in his defensive weapon and drilled in.

"Blood burst!"

The eagle beast roared loudly, and a deafening sound came out from the bronze bell. The monks around were so shocked that their ears were dazed and they became even more terrified about the eagle beast.

Needless to say, the monk inside the bronze bell was definitely dead. The bronze bell lost the control of its owner and slowly shrank back to its original shape. Its owner was blown into pieces. In such a closed space, the power of the explosion can be imagined.

With the death of the insect master, the strange insects on Wang Qiye's body fell to the ground one after another and died. From the sea of ​​insects, a naked Taoist priest emerged. There was no damage to his body. His skin was red, but not swollen. It was because he was bitten by insects for a long time. The muscle lines on his body were obvious. Although not as exaggerated as the one next to him, after seeing it, it gave people a feeling of restrained strength.

Wang Qiye was filled with rage. He could not remember how many times he had been stripped naked. It was as if they had agreed that he would not even be allowed to keep his hair. This was also the reason why he could not grow his hair long.

"Too deceiving!"

There was nothing else in those eyes that were burning with rage. He pulled out a Qingcang and rushed into the crowd.

At this moment, he was surrounded by a layer of white light, and the surging sword intent, as he charged fearlessly, was actually like being watered, growing visibly with the naked eye. Perhaps it was the power of this land that was awakened by the drumbeat of Wei Yangjing, nourishing Wang Qiye's angry sword intent.

With a flick of his hand and a swipe of his sword, no one can match his opponent.

The naked bald man moved in as if in an empty space, and the surging sword intent not only made Saint Bai tremble, but also made the monks from the seven cities tremble with fear.

The monks fell down like wheat being cut. This was no longer a fight, but a massacre. At this time, Wang Qiye seemed to be assisted by God. He was no longer fighting alone, but carrying the hope of this land.

they!

So hungry for a win!!!

The people of Shicheng Village were all stunned when they saw this masked killer who suddenly appeared. Even the monk from the Seventh City, who was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, forgot to finish off the enemy. Not to mention the monk from the Seventh City, who was already so frightened that he wanted to escape.

100 meters!

200 meters! !

300 meters! ! !

It was no longer known how many monks this naked pervert had killed, but the sword intent in his body had not stopped rising wildly. At this moment, Wang Qiye did not even know what moves he was using. He was dominated by rage and only knew to continuously swing his sword at the monks in front of him.

However, this kind of move, in the eyes of those Seven Cities monks, was heart-breaking. Wang Qiye was like a killing machine at this moment. It was not that the Seven Cities monks in front of him were not strong, but that the Tianjiao who fell on this land were too strong! Every time a monk was knocked down, it was the essence of a Tianjiao's life skills, which were displayed through Wang Qiye's body. This was also the reason why his surging sword intent could not be stopped.

Suddenly, Wang Qiye looked around and saw that there was no enemy. His anger faded and he regained his clarity of mind. The rising sword intent finally stopped.

Wang Qiye only felt that his whole body was weak and sore, and he had no strength. The exquisite moves that he had just performed were like a tide, which made him unable to think. At this time, anyone could kill him with a random spell.