The First Sword of the Earth

Could it be that this warrior slave who has been carving things... is completely broken? The other war slaves were subconsciously protecting this man, as if they were protecting Paoze?

When fighting with the sword slave, Wang Daochang couldn't help but have this absurd idea in his heart;

Then he shook his head slightly, which naturally couldn't be true.

War slaves should be similar to puppets, but they have the instinct to fight, and they will continue to act when they identify the target, until they kill the opponent, and all their actions are for this order.

But it's not that simple, they seem to support and rescue each other...

When I think about it, these war slaves may not have completely annihilated their minds, and they may still be immortals who came out of the earth. They wanted to fight to the death for the heaven, but they were refined by Tianfengmen into such inhuman and ghostly creatures. Not a ghost, not a fairy...

Struggling for tens of thousands of years...

At this time, Wang Sheng actually didn't want them to still have their own thoughts, the suffering they experienced was so painful.

He would rather these were five corpses, five tools without any emotion, and he would do his best today to send them back to where they belong...

Wang Sheng suddenly felt that if Tianfengmen was not destroyed in the future, it would be an obstacle to his Dao heart.

Feiyun sword passes Liuyun, Ziwei dominates ten thousand stars!

Wang Sheng fought with all his strength, except that Wulingjian was not there, he had already exerted all the power he could exert at this time.

Qinglian can only kill one person, and then she will fall into absolute passiveness due to too much consumption of immortal power; if one enemy is many, she still has to rely on the power of Ziwei Heavenly Sword.

After fighting thousands of moves, this sword slave is already a bit horrible, with hundreds of wounds all over his body, and his own movements have been slightly affected as the injuries continued to worsen.

But the sword slave is still fighting, and there seems to be more light in his eyes.

Guided by Wang Sheng Dao, this sword slave's swordsmanship seems to be awakening, and he is slowly waking up from his deep sleep!

Looking at Wang Sheng again, there were more than twenty or thirty wounds on his left arm, and there was also a shallow scar on his cheek.

He and Sword Slave used fast breaks, sometimes in order to cause injuries to the other party, they could only trade their own injuries...

Wang Sheng dared to change his injuries because he had a gold armor that the opponent couldn't break; he only needed to protect his neck, and as long as he could bear the injuries to his limbs, as long as he didn't directly break his limbs, he wouldn't be affected. strength play.

After all, he is cultivating the Dao of Yuanshen, the Dao body is only the carrier, and the Yuanshen is the main one.

But this sword slave was totally unaware of his injury.

The heart vein was pierced by the Feiyun sword, but he just held it down casually; the neck was almost pierced by the Feiyun sword, but he just stopped breathing meaninglessly.

The two confronted each other frantically in this void, their sword strokes were like an antelope's horns, and their silhouettes were like two rapidly surrounding stars; Wang Sheng even missed the opportunity to get rid of this sword slave's entanglement a few times.

Rationality told Wang Sheng that he was going to kill the bow and spear slave or the wooden carving slave; but at this moment, Wang Sheng kept turning two questions in his heart:

Why persist?

Why don't you fall down?

The swordsmanship of the two collided with each other at this time, and some mysterious resonance had already occurred. Under the dull face of the sword slave, Wang Sheng saw the painful, struggling, and extremely bewildered soul...

As a result, new questions arose in Wang Sheng's mind. These were just thoughts that popped up in his mind and disappeared when he fought fiercely with the sword slave.

Who is this sword slave?

Man of Heaven or Enemy of Heaven? Those immortals who walked out of the earth more than a thousand years ago?

I don't know anything.

The opponent's footwork is not inferior to his own seven-star step, and although his swordsmanship is chaotic, compared with his current state of swordsmanship, he is not even inferior.

What Wang Sheng relied on was the Ziwei Heavenly Sword and the Hypergold Armor to gradually suppress this sword slave. After all, the sword slave's cultivation base was in the late stage of the True Immortal Realm, and the strength of the sword was much stronger than his own.

Finally, Wang Sheng's sword power completely overwhelmed the sword slave, and when Wang Sheng defeated the sword slave continuously;

The rhythm of this sword fight is completely in his own hands.

The next sword strike is the end of this sword slave...

Wang Sheng gave this sword slave enough respect. He moved with the sword, and rolled out the sky full of stars. Among the Ziwei Tianjian, the power of "Xinghe Brilliant" was second only to Ziwei's sword.

The stars gathered together like thousands of miles of waves, rolling towards the figure of the sword slave.

At this very moment, the scarred Sword Slave had countless lights in his eyes, as if he had suddenly found himself...

At this time, the sword slave had no way to retreat, and the archers were still seriously injured and unable to shoot arrows to stop Wang Sheng. Although the war slave holding the double axes rushed towards Wang Sheng at this time, he was directly forced back by the sword shadow in the starlight.

As for the female war slave holding the piccolo, she seemed to be watching this side quietly at this time, and the piccolo in her hand was slowly put down, and there seemed to be a trace of tiredness and relief in her empty eyes...

Only the war slave who carved the woodcarving still just lowered his head and carved the woodcarving, regardless of the situation of the war.

'who I am……'

Wang Sheng seemed to hear a murmur in his heart.

This is the voice of the Dao, the resonance of the Dao, and it is also the moment when he is about to annihilate this sword slave, the heart of Dao trembles.

But the next scene made Wang Sheng's eyes split open, and his Dao heart was pulled hard!

The moment before the starlight engulfed Jian Nu, Jian Nu completely gave up dodging, and he took half a step forward, allowing a few scars to be added to his body;

But the fairy sword in the sword slave's hand shined brilliantly again, even brighter than when the fierce fight began!

A set of sword techniques was quickly deployed in the hands of the sword slave.

Those were just the last three moves of this set of sword techniques, but at this time it absolutely shouldn't appear on this sword slave, and shouldn't appear in front of Wang Sheng's eyes!

He recognized this sword, and since he saw it in the Seventy-two Forbidden Lands of Swords, he has always been impressed!

The sword moves softly, but the sword dance is still drunk.

He invites the sun and the moon to come and laugh at the breeze with wine!

A flash of sword light splits the stars, and in the sword light, a full moon rises, a red sun hangs in the sky, and there seems to be a boundless land under the sun and moon, mountains, rivers and rivers are fully displayed in this sword!

Shushan sword is number one!

Refresh the sun and the moon!

But the person who uses this sword technique is at the end of his strength.

The sword light just manifested, and then shattered.

After all, the sword slave hung down the immortal sword in his hand weakly, and was swallowed by the sword light from Wang Sheng. There were forty-nine sword marks all over his body in an instant, and the immortal sword in his hand slipped weakly, and his remnant body was floating in the void...

At this moment, Wang Sheng actually had time to stop his move.

But the choice Wang Sheng made was still to let Jian Nu die, so that he could get rid of the pain of being a war slave of Tianfengmen...

The sword has passed.

Wang Sheng's figure appeared behind Jian Nu, but he couldn't help turning around quickly, to feel Jian Nu's little aura left.

When he saw the faint smile on the corner of Jian Nu's mouth, Dao Xin was outraged, his fingertips pierced his palm, and his teeth were almost crushed.

Lifting the sword, intending to kill the last life of the sword slave, let him go, and then pack up his body and send it back to his hometown...

But Wang Shengdao's heart was trembling, he couldn't cut this sword at all; he didn't know where his feelings for the sword slave came from, this should have been a simple fellowship, but at this moment it seemed like a brotherhood of life and death.

Jian Nu's face was completely unfamiliar, with scars all over his body, it was impossible to know who he was.

He raised his sword and dropped it again.

Time should not be wasted at this time, he and Li Chang are still in danger, Li Chang seems to have fallen into a disadvantage, after all her supernatural powers are not invincible, nor can they last forever.

Suddenly there was a strong wind blowing from the side, Wang Sheng turned his head suddenly, killing intent burst out in his eyes, and he let out a low growl.

The War Slave with a huge ax came to kill him, but Wang Sheng didn't dodge, and directly hit him head-on. The thunder flashed again, but the end of the thunder light directly hit the War Slave's chest, knocking the Slave back!

Wang Sheng's figure appeared at the end of the thunder light, and appeared under the giant axe, almost face to face with this thin warrior slave!

Release the Feiyun sword with his right hand, the dragon sword on his back flew up by itself, was held by Wang Sheng with his raised hand, and then his arm shook!

The sword edge slashed across the heads of the two, cutting off the two arms holding the big ax from the forearm!

Blood splattered, and Wang Sheng kicked the war slave away. His eyes were full of ice, but he turned to look at the wooden war slave.

At this time, the female war slave was already standing beside the wooden war slave, as if she wanted to protect her.

Tianfeng...

Tianfeng!

Wang Sheng shouted silently in the void, holding Feiyun with his left hand and dragging the dragon sword with his right, and rushed towards the last two warrior slaves who hadn't been injured.

At this point in the battle, the bow and spear warrior was the first to be seriously injured, and the sword slave who had fought nearly 2,000 moves with Wang Sheng was also dying, and the giant ax warrior had both hands chopped off, leaving only Piccolo female warrior whose spells were restrained by the dragon sword and sword spirit. And that wooden war slave who never knew what he was doing...

Generally speaking, Wang Sheng actually solved most of the threats of the Five War Slaves excellently and quickly.

As he rushed forward, the Heavenly Tribulation sword intent was ready to be released, and Wang Sheng's killing intent was strong in his heart.

However, a sudden change occurred.

Just as the lightning flash was about to be cast, the lightning was about to converge, but Wang Sheng stopped in the void without warning, his forward momentum was gone, and he was motionless, as if time had been suspended.

Looking at the war slave who had been carving woodcarvings with his head down, he had stopped his movements at this moment, staring at Wang Sheng with dull eyes, holding a puppet in his left hand, and the puppet was facing Wang Sheng's place.

Ancient witchcraft!

Wang Sheng was startled and angry in his heart. He suddenly couldn't perceive the location of most of his Tao body. The soul seemed to be imprisoned in his body. Although the immortal power in his body was still circulating normally, he just couldn't control the Tao body to do anything. .

Even the primordial spirit couldn't get out of the body, and was completely locked in the Taoist body.

Although the eyes are open, it is as if they are blind.

The heart is still beating, but I can't feel the slightest strength...

Only the immortal consciousness can still explore the surroundings, which is no different from before.

The seriously injured Bow and Spear Slave seemed to be waiting for this moment. He had already got up and drew his longbow. A blue arrow gathered inside the longbow, aiming at Wang Sheng's forehead.

At this time, the Piccolo female war slave also raised a treasured tripod, and a black light shone from inside the tripod, directly cutting towards Wang Sheng's neck...

It turned out that this was the spell of the fifth war slave. No wonder the other war slaves were seriously injured and refused to let themselves approach this man.

but……

Wang Sheng snorted coldly in his heart, Yuanshen sat cross-legged in Tianfu, five swords slowly circled around Yuanshen, a touch of mysterious Dao rhyme bloomed from his immobile Dao body!

Where is the heart sword!

I saw a colorful ray of light surging rapidly on Wang Sheng's chest, and the Feixia sword flew out slowly, but it contained Wang Sheng's heart sword.

Attracted by the Feixia sword, Wang Sheng's shoulders and knees each had a fairy light flowing, and the four Feiyun swords flew out slowly, and the Feiyun sword in Wang Sheng's hand was also trembling slightly.

Although the Taoist body is restricted, Wang Sheng can still control the sword with his heart!

Although the Yuanshen was trapped in the Dao body, at this time he raised his sword fingers and pinched the sword seal quickly, and the Yuanshen's low voice continued to vibrate in the void.

"The name of the sword has no beginning, and the name of the sword has no end! The universe borrows the law, and the second sword chases the wind!"

In an instant, the two Feiyun swords shot at the wooden war slave, bringing out two criss-crossing trails.

And the remaining three flying swords hovered around themselves, first repelling the black light, and then protecting Wang Sheng's forehead, knocking away the incoming arrows.

This is Wang Sheng's last hand, Shushan...

"Sword control..."

Jian Nu opened his eyes slightly, his breath was like a gossamer, and a faint light gradually appeared in his eyes, just like the reflection of a mortal when he was dying.

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