Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Seventeen years ago, Ding Fengtao fled back to Tianshan and locked himself in a room for a month. When he came out, his hair was all white. He only asked the leader to give him advanced swordsmanship to help him fulfill his last wish.

Duan Tiannan couldn't bear it, but didn't want to see him sink into oblivion, so after discussing with the chief of the three peaks, he finally passed on the long-unrevealed secret of Tianci, which was the "lethal sword art" of burning one's boats and only attacking without defending.

This sword technique is said to be a secret that cannot be passed on, not because it is really banned, but because the murderous intent is too strong, and it is all about killing without self-protection. If it were not for Ding Fengtao's determination to seek revenge and not hesitate to die, who would be willing to learn it?

Huang Jing was a child of a noble family who was blessed by heaven. He often heard his teachers and elders talk about swordsmanship and martial arts. He asked excitedly, "Is this... is this the forbidden way of killing the body?"

Yan Yuyao had just started learning swordsmanship, so naturally she had never heard of this sword technique. "Is it very powerful?"

Yuyan also remembered, "The way of killing the body, turning the body into a sword, using the spirit to enter the way, for the sake of killing, not protecting oneself, has actually been mastered by someone. From this point of view, Uncle Ding's cultivation should not be lower than the three masters."

At this time, Ding Fengtao walked slowly towards the four people. Although he had restrained his momentum, he still gave people an invisible sense of oppression. It is conceivable that if he encountered such an enemy who would fight for his life at the first blow, he would be timid before the fight even started.

Huang Jing had looked down on Ding Fengtao before, but now that he had seen his real skills, he no longer dared to look down on him. He quickly stepped forward and saluted, "Uncle Master, your skills are really amazing! I'm really enlightened! If that lion-tiger beast dares to come, it will be killed by Uncle Master's sword!"

Ding Fengtao was not here to listen to flattery. He said in a cold voice with a blank expression: "Stop talking nonsense. These are just his disciples. They are vulnerable. You must not take it lightly."

"Yes, uncle."

As his unique skills were first demonstrated, everyone's attitude became more respectful.

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In the dense forest, two kittens, one gray and one black, were running quickly among all kinds of flowers and plants.

Dao Wuya's exquisite Taoist magic concealed the breath of the two people, which had the same effect as Ding Fengtao's corpse oil, allowing them to temporarily avoid the flower demon's all-encompassing search.

The little black cat was not familiar with the terrain, so he clung to the "thigh" and followed the little gray cat without missing a step. At the same time, he thought to himself, "The most urgent thing is to find Qianyu. Although she likes to pretend to be an expert, she must be scared to death in this kind of haunted place. The people of the Xuanyuan family are protected by Senior Sword Emperor, so they will probably be fine. Although Brother Xia is injured, he has profound skills and magic weapons in his hands. With Qingqing's help, he should have no problem protecting himself. I don't know where the reinforcements from other major sects are. Now we can only follow this Taoist priest and save our lives first."

While I was daydreaming, I suddenly heard the gray cat in front of me whispering, "Hide!"

Before Chen Qingzhou had time to see what was happening in front of him, he was grabbed by the gray cat and fell into a tree hole nearby.

The tree was already dry and hollow. The gray cat pointed upwards, and the two cats climbed up from the middle of the trunk together.

Chen Qingzhou found that after he transformed into a cat, his body became much more agile and he could climb trees more flexibly than before.

The two cats climbed to the top of the tree hole in a few steps. There were light coming through several wormholes, so they leaned over the edge of the hole and looked down.

Not far ahead was a tribal fortress, but judging from the furnishings, they were all ordinary daily necessities, and there were only some very simple defensive formations at the gate.

Chen Qingzhou asked curiously: "Master, is this the tribe of the Jiuli people?"

Dao Wuya shook his head, "Just ordinary southern barbarian residents."

Chen Qingzhou had heard some of what Li Changsheng had said before, and seeing that Dao Wuya was not in a hurry to leave, he asked, "Master, can you tell me about the Nanman?"

The gray cat glanced at the black cat with disdain, and pouted, "Trouble!"

"hey-hey!"

The black cat smiled scoundrelly, "Just tell me! I have nothing else to do!"

"There are many tribes in the South Barbarians. The Jiuli tribe is the strongest among them, but there are more people like the following. They have lived here for generations and do not participate in the fights. They just go wherever they go."

Chen Qingzhou was surprised: "In this kind of ghost place, such a tribe can actually survive?"

Dao Wuya said: "Of course they can't do it by themselves. Even if there were no Ten Thousand Monsters, those natural disaster beasts alone would be able to destroy them. They are only able to survive because of the Nine Li's protection."

This was similar to what Chen Qingzhou had guessed. He asked again, "Since it's an ordinary tribe, why are we hiding?"

"trouble!"

Dao Wuya rolled his eyes at him and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just watch!"

The black cat was now living under someone else's roof, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything and quickly looked down.

Suddenly, "whoosh" sounds were heard one after another around the originally quiet village. Chen Qingzhou opened his cat's eyes wide to look, but found nothing unusual around him.

After a while, countless huge red snakes suddenly jumped out of the grass near the village, and the "whooshing" sound was the sound of snake scales rubbing against the grass.

Chen Qingzhou was frightened by what he saw. He remembered that when he first entered the game, a group of snake monsters were torturing the villagers. He still couldn't forget that "human centipede". Could it be...

He quickly looked towards Dao Wuya, but the gray cat didn't move at all, showing no intention of helping him.

There were shouts of killing from below, and more than twenty strong men rushed out with long sticks and iron forks in their hands.

Each of those red snakes was three or four meters long. They were not afraid of people at all. They opened their bloody mouths and bit and attacked the villagers.

The twenty or so men seemed to be experienced. They were wrapped in thick tiger and leopard fur, especially on their arms, which were covered with a layer of special bark. The red snake bit the bark and it made a "crackling" sound. Wood chips flew everywhere, but they were still able to maintain defense. It seemed that these were all invented in the long struggle with wild beasts.

Later, more villagers rushed out of the village, men and women, young and old, tall and short, fat and thin, it can be said that everyone was a soldier. It seems that this is the norm when living in the barbarian land of the south.

Soon, hundreds of villagers started fighting with hundreds of giant snakes. However, the villagers were not warriors after all. Even with their brute force, they were no match for the huge red snakes. After dozens of rounds, many villagers fell in a pool of blood.

Although the bark on the villagers' arms could temporarily block the giant snake's fangs, it could not stop the venom spraying and the whipping of its long tail. Many villagers were contaminated with venom and soon rotted into white bones.

The thick and powerful tail hit his body, and it was like hitting a huge rock, breaking his bones instantly!

Chen Qingzhou couldn't bear to watch and looked around to help the villagers find a way to escape. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a little girl in the innermost part of the village. She was no more than ten years old, thin and small, and was protected by the adults behind her. In her hand, she was holding a harpoon tied with a pink flower. Her little brows were tightly furrowed, but she didn't cry or shout.

This pitiful yet respectable look reminded Chen Qingzhou of his younger sister Keke. When he was a child, he was bullied by naughty kids. He would fight in front and his sister would hide behind him, and sometimes she would come out to help him fight a few times.

I just recalled the past for a while, and the shouting and killing sounds below weakened a lot. The snakes kept coming, and most of the villagers in the village were killed or injured, and blood was flowing like a river!

Seeing that the little girl was only protected by a dozen adults, Chen Qingzhou couldn't help but ask, "Master, you are a Taoist priest with great abilities, are you just going to watch her die without helping her?"