Chapter 60

A hundred miles east of Zihuan City, a certain unknown village leader.

At the hour of Mao, the first beam of sunlight broke through the dawn, and the roosters crowed loudly in thousands of households.

The morning dew has not been evaporated by the sun, and the moist air has cheered Chen Shaobai, who has been on the road for three days.

After taking out a map and wanted order from his arms, confirming that he had not taken the wrong path, Chen Shaobai relaxed a little, took off two hundred-refined swords from behind, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and cultivated.

It is a simple cultivation, not meditation practice. He traveled for three days and three nights in a row and only slept lightly for two hours. Even if his body could withstand it, he would not dare to move his qi and blood at will, so as to avoid his mental loss and blood rushing around, causing irreversible secret injuries to his internal organs.

Moreover, considering the covetous existence behind him, he could not practice.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Chen Shaobai's ears trembled slightly, and a cold smile appeared on his face. He suddenly stood up, firmly fixed the two Bailian Liang swords behind him, and pulled out the blue sword for thousands of years.

"I originally thought you would wait for me and the bandit leader to fight for both losses before taking action, but I didn't expect you to lose your patience so quickly."

After the speech came, a cold man with slender figure and black hair and blue eyes slowly walked out of the woods. His eyes were covered with a faint black circle, and he was obviously suffering from the tracking of these days.

"Xu Yiwu is just a person who has practiced swordsmanship for several years. Any swordsman can deal with him. If he hadn't killed too much and had a sense of evil spirit on his body, what qualifications would he be placed on the training mission list of the school? If you take on his mission, I'm afraid you want to seduce me out! Instead of letting you get the benefits and kill you again, it's better to kill you in advance."

Hearing the other party's analysis and explanation, Chen Shaobai sneered: "If you are not patient enough, you are not patient enough. Where can you masturbate so many words? Even if you say a lie a thousand times, you can't change the fact that your body and mind are not harmonious enough."

Although Wei Yong is known as the strongest newborn and has the strength of the swordsman in the first realm with a harmonious body and mind, others cannot see that, and have already touched this level of realm. Chen Shaobai, who has been observing him for three months, can see that his realm is not stable.

If it weren't for not overcoming the magic in my heart, it was a breakthrough and a coincidence.

Sure enough, as soon as Chen Shaobai said this, Wei Yong immediately changed his face, as if he was poked into the pain: "So what! You can still kill you under the sword!"

He broke through to become a swordsman because he relied on a mysterious treasure called "Soul Condensing Pill" and failed to overcome the spiritual barrier. Therefore, he was much worse than the swordsman who was normal to practice hard. But even so, his strength was still much stronger than the peak swordsman of the Glazed Mirror.

"It's useless to say more, die!"

Wei Yong shook his sword and stepped on the seven stars, instantly crossing the distance between the two. The dark ink wound in his hand drew an arc in the air, as if attracting all the morning sunshine. The strong wind was real and condensing, and the lethality doubled.

Facing this sword, Chen Shaobai subconsciously used the sky net that he had been practicing hard for three months. He shuttled back and forth like a green line in his hand, condensed into a large net like vines and vines in the air, instantly cageing the opponent's sword move.

However, after a breath of the sword, the strong wind stormed and tore up, tearing and smashing the grass, trees and shrubs within three meters around the two, and even there were many shallow gullies on the ground.

Chen Shaobai suddenly felt something was wrong in his hands, so he took a little energy to look at it, and his heart suddenly became sank.

Wanzai in his hand had more than six or seven scars that were half a finger on his body. If he continued to fight, even if his sword skills could compete with the opponent, Wanzai could not support him.

So he simply threw Wan Zai forward to win a chance to breathe. His steps were intertwined but he was not confused at all. Two hundred refining swords immediately appeared on his hands.

This movement is as smooth as a flowing cloud, without any stagnation, as if it has been practiced a program for hundreds of times.

Wei Yong obviously saw the paths among them. He knocked Wan Zai who was thrown by one sword and snorted coldly out of his nose: "Swordsmen are always swordsmen, and they cannot be the opponent of swordsmen!"

He stepped forward in a dragon shape, waved the ink wound in his hand and weaved it into a net, dividing the two feet in front of him into a death zone - it was also a sky net!

Although his attainments in this swordsmanship are not as profound as Chen Shaobai, the strength of the swordsman in the first realm seems to have a stronger momentum.

Although the sword had not arrived at its body, the turbulent gust had even cut down Chen Shaobai's floating black hair a little, and a trace of blood was overflowing with his face. He had no doubt at all that as long as the black sword with true energy slid past, his body would immediately divide two pieces. Even if he had Qi therapy to his side, he would be unable to turn the world around.

At this critical moment of life and death, Chen Shaobai's mind did not concentrate as much as before, but instead divided it into two completely different parts, controlling the two long swords on his left and right hands and stabbing towards the other party's sword net.

"This kid is scared!" Wei Yong keenly realized that the two swords of Chen Shaobai were the strongest parts of his sword, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

But his joy did not last long, and he was shocked by the sudden explosion.

Boom! Boom!

The explosion time difference between the first and the next two sounds is extremely short, and it is not an extremely sensitive existence. I am afraid that they will think they are a sound.

Facing Wei Yong's Skynet, Chen Shaobai was distracted by the second use, but the left-hand sword was used to draw out the bursting sword aura in advance, reducing the opponent's sword momentum by half. The original strongest point immediately became the most fragile and thin, so the long sword in his right hand also exploded.

puff puff puff puff puff...

The iron sheets rotated at high speed, rubbing with the air, and emitted a fishy smell of rust. They penetrated deeply into Wei Yong's body, and kept making the sound of a small water bag rupture. Blood flowed out of dozens of wounds around the other party, reminding Chen Shaobai of the scene of practicing bow skills when he was a child and shooting long arrows on the sandbag.

The blood and the smell of iron were mixed together, which was really not very pleasant, so Chen Shaobai paid more attention to Wei Yong's body, and found two dark purple large-degree Wanji Lou silver notes, a thick black book, and then picked up the ink wound from the ground.

After tidying up his clothes, he didn't even look at the other person's body and walked towards the nearby village.

After hunting in the mountains for many years, he knew that such a strong smell of blood would attract bloodthirsty jackals, tigers and leopards within half an hour. These ferocious beasts in the mountains are the best corpse collectors, and he doesn't need to destroy corpses at all.

The total length of the Moshu is three and a half feet long and weighs about fifteen kilograms. People below the swordsman cannot control it at all. The sword body has undergone special frosting treatment. The dark rough surface seems to be able to cover all the light. Its material is also very special and seems to be able to absorb the smell. Chen Shaobai keenly noticed that the bloody smell that lingers around his body gradually gathered on the Moshu sword body and then dissipated.

This is an assassination sword that fell into Wei Yong's hands and buried it.

Feeling the clear meaning of the ink wound, Chen Shaobai stroked its sword body and smiled and said, "Welcome to join."

"The nearest village is... Luofeng Village. So, let's cultivate in Luofeng Village for one day first, and have a scheming battle with Wei Yong and traveled for three consecutive days. It's so heartbreaking."
Chapter completed!