Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

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A group of strong men, naked, pushed a huge wooden box.

The wooden box was hung high in the air, pulled by an iron chain.

There is a huge iron head in front of the wooden box.

The top of the head is a lumpy piece of iron.

The swordsmiths named Dao Chi and Qi Feng carried a piece of red-hot iron and placed it vertically on the iron frame.

"Smash it!" Following Dao Chi's command, all the strong men shouted one or two and pushed the wooden box.

At this time, the heavy wooden box, weighing hundreds of tons, swung hard and hit the iron block driven by the force.

There was a thundering sound of metal and stone colliding.

Sparks flew from the red-hot iron.

Ye Buwen stood on the city wall and watched this scene with interest.

"Such a huge skill in sword making is the only one among the ten countries." Ouyang Zhan sighed.

The meteorite iron is so tough that it requires hundreds of tons of force to be beaten, coupled with superb sword-making skills.

This sword must be a magic weapon when it comes out.

"I didn't expect that these swordsmiths could have such ingenious sword-making skills."

"Knowing that I couldn't beat the meteorite with manpower, I devised a clever plan to set up this bracket and use hundreds of tons of weight to smash together into one point."

"I think this posture is comparable to that of an immortal weapon refiner."

"With the help of such magical soldiers, what are your chances of killing zombies?"

Ye Buwen crossed his arms and looked at the piece of embryo that was deformed by bits of smashing and said: "Must kill!"

After practicing the second level of King Ming's Diamond Art, his strength has greatly increased. Coupled with the divine armor, he dares to imagine how strong he is.

"When the magic weapon is trained, I will use zombies to attack it."

Ye Buwen was full of confidence.

In the distance, a black dot flew from the sky.

"Hey, look over there. Is there a black spot there?"

There were many people watching the sword practice, and some people noticed this black spot with sharp eyes.

"Yes, it really is."

"Is this an eagle or a wild goose?"

"Birds are not like this. Just look at it and it's not a bird."

Someone was shocked and shouted: "Could it be Fei Zheng?"

"Flying zombie!"

This keyword instantly reminds people of all kinds of terrifying rumors and the zombie scourges told by passers-by.

The uproar among the crowd also made Ye Buwen notice the black spots in the sky.

"Aren't the zombies still in Fengzhou hundreds of miles away? How come they came here so quickly?" Ye Buwen was confused.

He focused his gaze on the black dot.

Slowly, he discovered that something was wrong with the black spot.

It doesn't look humanoid, and the size isn't right either.

It should sound like a boat.

It's just that this ship flies in the air at a very fast speed. Should it be called a flying boat?

As the black spots got closer and closer, Ye Buwen also saw clearly the true face of this thing.

A flying boat in the sky.

There is no doubt that this is a flying boat.

Inside are cultivators.

Ye Buwen was confused.

The sect Wu E went to was the closest sect.

Didn’t it mean that the nearest sect is very far away from Wu State?

Why do immortals come?

According to the footsteps of the soldiers asking for help, it would be impossible to find the sect and get help so quickly.

The flying boat hung high in the air, and three people wearing gray and black clothes flew out with swords, one man and two women.

The man is feminine, has sharp eyes, and looks very difficult to get along with.

Both women are of good looks, with fair complexions and stunning figures.

"Swordsmanship!" Ye Buwen's pupils shrank.

"This is the capital of the country where the zombie scourge broke out. It looks quite lively." The male monk looked at the weapon refining scene below and the many running people, and said with a little contempt on his lips.

"Brother, look at this thing below, what are they doing?" The female monk hugged the male monk's arm and said in a coquettish tone.

The monk touched his chin and guessed: "Maybe he is refining weapons."

"Let's go see what kind of weapons such a large formation is refining."

The male monk and the two women put away the flying boat and flew to Dao Chi and Qi Feng with their swords.

"Are you refining weapons?"

Dao Chi and Qi Feng were shocked and hurriedly said respectfully: "Greetings to the immortal, we are indeed refining weapons."

"What kind of material is used in such a large array? It's just some ordinary iron after all."

The monk approached the red-hot meteorite with some disdain.

He raised the iron rod with his hand, and his disdain instantly turned into consternation.

"So heavy?"

He couldn't help but use his spiritual power to examine the iron block.

"Tianxuan Heavy Iron!"

The monk screamed in surprise, with an ecstatic look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that there would be such precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures in this place where I passed by when I returned to my sect. This is my luck, Zeng Guangling."

"Hahaha..." The male monk laughed and picked up the two hundred kilograms of black iron to put into the storage bag.

"Hey, put that thing down, it's mine."

Ye Buwen jumped down from the city wall with a huge door blade on his back and shouted to the monks.

"Oh." Zeng Guangling looked at Ye Buwen and the corners of his mouth raised slightly in a frivolous manner.

"With my outfit, you, a mortal, don't know my identity?"

"Why, immortal cultivators are amazing. Immortal cultivators can just rob other people's things." Ye Buwen raised his eyes with the knife behind his back and looked at the cultivator with disdain.

"You are the first mortal who dares to speak to me with such an attitude and tone." The male monk had a little anger on his face, and his eyes showed murderous intent.

The female monk holding Zeng Guangling's arm was unhappy and said: "Mortal, please pay attention to your identity. Who allowed you to speak to an immortal like this? It's okay to kill you for disrespecting the immortal."

"I don't respect immortals?"

Ye Buwen put down the door knife and pointed at Zeng Guangling with one hand.

"If the immortals don't respect me, why should I respect the immortals?"

"Put your hands down and leave here. I won't hold you accountable."

"Hahaha..." Zeng Guangling's eyes flashed with anger, and he laughed angrily at Ye Buwen's arrogant gesture.

"What qualifications do you, a mortal, have to use this treasure? It's a waste for you to use this thing."

"My subjects' things, I paid for them, and you can use them however you want."

"Besides, I'm a waste, so you can take things for yourself without my consent?"

Zeng Guangling didn't leave the frame holding up the meteorite iron, and said disdainfully: "Tell me, what do you want? As long as you give it, I can afford it."

"I have body-refining techniques here, immortal cultivation techniques, immortal weapons and magical weapons, and I even have pills that can extend the life of mortals by more than ten years after taking them."

Ye Buwen looked at Zeng Guangling and raised the corners of his mouth.

This is still a wealthy owner.

"Then give me all the treasures in your body, and I can consider exchanging them with you."

"How brave, what a lion opening his mouth."

Zeng Guangling took out a gorgeous bag from his chest and threw it to Ye Buwen.

Ye Buwen took the storage bag in surprise.

This guy is really giving it.

"This is the immortal's storage bag. You, a mortal, should take a good look at it."

After saying that, Zeng Guangling pushed away the female cultivator beside him, took out the flying sword, made a secret with both hands, and flew the sword into the air.

"Thank me very much for allowing you to encounter immortal things before you die and die without regrets."

Another female cultivator said disdainfully: "You are stupid. Don't you know that a common man is not guilty of carrying a jade?"

Ye Buwen looked at the male monk with disdain.

"Shameless people grabbing things are disgusting."

Ye Buwen raised the door knife.

"I'll show you what the Immortal can do."

Zeng Guangling took out a talisman and put it on his body, a faint golden light flowing around his body.

This should be a defensive talisman.

Judging from his expression, he probably didn't believe that he had the ability to break the protection of this talisman.

Ye Buwen didn't know either, but he wanted to kill someone.

It doesn't matter if he is a cultivator of immortality. He only has more than 600 health points, but he still dares to challenge this powerful tiger.

A cold light flashed in Ye Buwen's eyes, and he raised his sword and charged forward.

A figure flashed across the sword barrier, and the dazzling white sword passed through Zeng Guangling's body, drawing a beautiful arc of light behind it and passing through Zeng Guangling's body again.

"So... so fast..."

Zeng Guangling looked at the ground with uncontrollable horror in his eyes.

Because he found that he couldn't stretch out his hands to support himself, and his legs and feet couldn't be used.

He was clearly about to fall to the ground.

Zeng Guangling rolled around on his face.

He looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, why he was so much shorter and why those people were so tall.

Until he saw the strange yet familiar body of Jie Xue.

It turned out that he was cut into three parts in an instant.