In the ghost story of Liaozhai, the corpse monster is a very powerful being, with rapid movements, and his nails are like steel knives, and some are even invincible by water and fire. This is the case with the iron armored corpse that was later circulated in the tomb robbery.

Although the world is now among the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the Zhou Dynasty has been around for seven thousand years. If there is a storytelling book on Stories from a Chinese Studio, Cheng Zhiyuan is not so difficult to accept.

Cheng Zhiyuan was not sure that he was targeting him with a corpse monster of the level of the iron-armored corpse, but even so what, he was not panicked at all.

Slow, too slow. The movements of these corpse monsters are not as good as those of Huang Lizhiyuan's corpsemen.

Too weak.

He killed about nine corpses in Huang Lizhiyuan, each of which was a good weapon, retaining the strength, speed, and even skills of his life. Among the nine corpses, there was also the corpse of a Mo Sect disciple, who was extremely good at fighting.

But those guys have become the dead souls under their own swords. The corpse men in front of them are so weak that they really cannot catch their eyes.

If the mastermind behind these corpse monsters in front of me is really the level of iron armored corpse, then in the current world, it may be worse than the golden sword corpse.

So, why should I be afraid of a weak person?

Cheng Zhiyuan felt that his mind about the sword was becoming more and more gentle. The sword seemed to be his third arm, exerting and moving, slashing and killing, and completing it in one go, in line with the principles of nature and not even needing too much thinking.

Because after retrieving his body that time, because of Li Changsheng's contribution, he had already entered the commoner's sword realm.

Cheng Zhiyuan had already known his identity from the white-clothed disciple of the Lion Gate.

Ah... Sword Prophet Boy, said he was the sword talker under the throne of the King of Nanhua.

Miss Long Su from the Confucian Sect said that she was a disciple of the Tianmen and a "immortal".

The young man in white at the Lion Gate said that he was in charge of the storm of the world.

There are only fifty-two immortals on earth.

It corresponds to the fifty-two chapters of Zhuangzi!

"Now thinking about it, my identity is really scary. So what if it is the ninth-class Qingyu master? My sword skills... Maybe I am the end of the world's sword skills."

"But it seems too early to talk about this now."

The frost in his hand tore a corpse monster without any obstacles, turned his sword with two fingers, followed by his left hand, placed it under his right wrist, and then slashed out diagonally towards the front of his left!

wipe!

Among sword techniques, wiping the sword is the technique of cutting the neck!

The sword is the ancestor of short-sleeping weapons and a close-range weapon. It is exquisite in Taoism, light in carrying, and the spirit of wearing, and quick in using it.

The sword of Anping World rises and the end of Qingping, and the sword of Chaos World becomes a slight tide!

The sword light flips, the dust rolls up and down, and the leaps up and down!

Wash the sword!

The blade turns, the wrist is folded, and the arms are moved and the shoulders are raised!

Stirring the sword!

The force gathers on the fingers, the sword falls on it, and hits the heavenly spirit!

Sword collapse!

The corpse monsters around him were killed and defeated. Cheng Zhiyuan was passing through the middle, and the steel forks and iron rods were hit, and he kept turning over and letting him go, and his hands were frozen in a moment, and all the weapons were cut off by a sword!

Sword cut!

Buzzing!

The iron sword trembled and was extremely excited!

Another corpse monster was slashed, and something began to squirm in the darkness around. Soon, some soldiers rushed out. They looked like soldiers from Zhao State, but the broken armor was very terrifying and extremely desolate.

They all held rust swords in their hands. The eight soldiers corpses came out and slashed them. Cheng Zhiyuan bowed his body and turned the iron sword in his hand on his back!

clang!

The eight rust swords were hit with the force of suppressing the sword, but they all broke in the blink of an eye!

The hand bones have the strength of the muscles like a dragon.

The sword is facing all directions!

The eight rust swords were broken, and the heads of eight soldiers also flew up!

The blood of the corpse gushed, and the body fell to the ground, and a piece of corpse lay around. The blood of the corpse dripped from Cheng Zhiyuan's sword tip, but there was no trace of corpse water on his clothes.

The attacks are made in front, the neck is cut, and the liver and lungs are cut off. This is the sword of common people!

This amazing scene made the cowardly pistachio open his mouth wide.

"Very...so amazing!"

The little fruit suddenly jumped up and shouted: "No need to die, no need to die, Cheng Zhiyuan is a great master! Huh!"

The yellow snake hissed and sang together with pistachios, which was so excited.

"The so-called common people, ordinary people, cannot be killed if they are far away, but when they get so close, they draw a circle, within ten steps, and in a blink of an eye, the head falls to the ground."

A clear light surged from Cheng Zhiyuan's sword, and the blood dripped like water:

"This is the first time I have encountered a monster, why don't I come out and see you?"

"I'm very curious, are you good-looking?"

Saying the words of teasing with iceberg face is a great mockery.

This is like crazily placing question marks on the opponent after five kills, right? I can't understand your operation.

I don’t want to refuse someone’s head, since you’re here.

The only remaining corpse monsters around him were gone, and Cheng Zhiyuan lost his heart when he saw these corpse monsters.

At this moment, the crows seemed to be crying in the darkness, and a dull sound followed closely.

"It's not good to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger."

When Cheng Zhiyuan heard this, he said coldly: "How far apart are tigers and pigs, it's like going in the opposite direction."

The dull voice in the dark laughed, with a miscalculation and a hint of mockery, it rumbled like a thunderous sound of a rolling stone:

"I'm right, I'm wrong."

The demon, hiding in the dark abyss, faintly reveals a vague outline.

He began to ask Cheng Zhiyuan a question:

"I have three words here, one is to welcome the new and abandon the old, the second is to create branches outside the family, and the third is to spend money and change faces... Do you know which three kinds of sins correspond to the human world?"

The demon in the darkness had a playful feeling: "If you answer correctly, I will let you go, how about it?"

Cheng Zhiyuan thought for a while and responded:

"Welcome the new and abandon the old is ungrateful; cause troubles outside the ritual, forget the righteousness when seeing profit; spend money to change faces, be greedy for money and no righteousness."

The demon in the dark laughed louder and louder, and the only remaining corpse monster around him fell down.

"No righteousness and no righteousness...no righteousness and no righteousness...rightness means the principle of the right world. There are four verses in the world. Propriety, righteousness and integrity and shame, righteousness is one's own dignity."

The sound of ticking water cannot be heard by outsiders. The boundless darkness is like an abyss, with a twisted shadow inside.

Very weird.

A black sword appeared three inches on the side of Cheng Zhiyuan's neck.

Buzz!

clang!

The sword intersected, and the sword suddenly turned a dragon on the black sword, and then slashed forward like a white dragon!

Sparks burst out, something retreated in the darkness, the black sword disappeared, followed closely, and a pair of cold eyes gradually appeared, with a sense of surprise.

The blurred figures floated, and it seemed difficult to understand why Cheng Zhiyuan discovered him.

"Since Huang Li's battle, I have no eyes on the offensive. The sword is the blade of the heart. The sword in your hand... is extremely cold, because the heart of the dead is cold."

"If something like a sword is not in line with its mind, it will be full of flaws."

Cheng Zhiyuan pressed the sword with two fingers, his eyes were cold, and his other hand fell in front of him, with the tip of the sword facing east.

"I answered you a question, and now you should answer me a question."

The eyes in the darkness narrowed slightly.

Cheng Zhiyuan's finger bounced the buzzer, and with a jingle, it was extremely crisp, like a mountain spring landing on the ground.

This sound echoed in the darkness, spreading like the wind raged in the valley.

"I thought it was the mountain god who became an evil spirit... It seems that I am too concerned now."

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the abyss, pulled the sword back with his right hand and covered the sword with his left hand.

"Tell me, a sword...what cannibalism?"
Chapter completed!