I shook my head, then looked at the young man carrying the iron sword on his back, and asked Taoist Tianhe with some curiosity, "By the way, Taoist Master, who is the young man who came with you?"
"He is a Maoshan warlock, but he practices swordsmanship. We picked this guy up on the way, and his cultivation level should not be weak."
Lin Ze rushed to answer.
"Picked it up on the way?"
I looked at the three of them with some confusion. How could I pick up such a master on the way? Are all the experts today so cheap?
"That's right."
Taoist Master Tianhe smiled and said, "He is a Maoshan Warlock. He just came down from the mountain to save the world. We happened to meet us on the way, so we took him with us to enter the Fengdu Ghost City."
"He practices swordsmanship. He doesn't rely on magic, but he is able to restrain these Shuras."
After finishing speaking, Taoist Master Tianhe added another sentence.
"I see."
I nodded and looked at the young man carrying the iron sword again, with a look of understanding on his face.
At this time, the several Shuras who were struck by lightning and were charred all over their bodies had crawled out of the devastated ruins one after another, and then gradually approached, surrounding the middle-aged young man with the iron sword on his back.
The young man didn't make any movement at this time, he just stood there with his arms folded and his eyes closed.
Putting aside his strength, this posture does look very powerful.
Those Shura obviously realized that the person in front of them was not simple. For a moment, they didn't dare to attack easily. They just gathered around the young man and looked at him warily.
After a stalemate like this for a while, Shura finally lost his temper and attacked the young man first.
At that moment, the young man opened his eyes suddenly, then drew out his sword fingers and raised his hand to lead.
Just hearing a "clang" sound, the iron sword on his back was instantly unsheathed and turned into a stream of light and flashed past.
The next moment, the iron sword had flown back and returned to its sheath automatically.
But the Shura who rushed up froze, and then his black head fell off.
Immediately afterwards, the tall body fell down, throwing up a cloud of dust again.
At that moment, the entire scene was completely quiet, it was extremely quiet.
"I...I'm going, right?"
After being stunned for a long time, Lin Ze's eyes widened and he said such a sentence in surprise.
"His sword is sharp."
Wang Xiaozhe frowned and said thoughtfully.
"It's also very fast."
I added.
This cultivator who specializes in swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. He cut off Shura's head with just one sword stroke. It was clean and neat, without any bells and whistles at all.
It is true that the sword will draw blood as soon as it is unsheathed. Even the powerful Shura cannot stop this sword.
The scene was silent for a while, and then the Yin soldiers began to retreat subconsciously. Even the Shura surrounding them did not dare to take action easily.
Although I could tell from the beginning that this young man must have extraordinary strength, I really didn't expect that he shocked the whole audience with just one move.
This is absolute power.
But of course the Shura Sect is not that easy to deal with. After all, these Shura in front of them are just ordinary characters in the Shura Sect.
The truly difficult Lord has not yet appeared.
Just when I thought of this, a large piece of blood evil energy suddenly surged over from a distance.
The blood-evil energy has almost turned into substance, forming a large red mist that spreads toward us.
Now everyone suddenly became alert.
By the time the fog cleared, thousands of Shura had already arrived in front of us.
These Shura had obviously just carried out a massacre. Everyone was covered in blood, and the blood evil aura on their bodies was also extremely strong.
With such a scene and momentum, anyone who looks at it will probably shy away.
The people in Qimen Sanmai have subconsciously begun to retreat.
But the young man with the iron sword on his back was still standing there with his eyes closed. His whole body was like a sharp sword, giving people a feeling of indestructibility.
At this time, the hundreds of Shura in front of them suddenly retreated to both sides, making way for them.
Immediately afterwards, the Asura Saint dressed in black and wearing an Asura mask slowly walked out from the Asura army.
As for the two Shuras following her, I have seen them before. One of them had a broken arm, Chi Yan, and that arm was also disabled by my Heaven Collapse Technique.
As for the other tall figure, it was the guy whom Saint Shura called Ming Luo. It was this guy who caught Wang Junfeng at that time, forcing me to capture him without mercy.
Judging from this situation, the Shura Sect may have already mobilized in full force.
But I did not see the Great Shura among these people.
"Another guy who plays with swords."
Saint Asura stepped forward, looked at the young man carrying the iron sword and sneered, then took off the Asura mask on his face, looked at the young man and said: "Aren't you Maoshan warlocks majoring in magic? Why do you choose to do it? Have you repaired a sword? It seems that you are not a Maoshan orthodox person."
"I'm an exception."
The young man opened his eyes, looked at the Asura Saint with calm eyes and said.
"Gee, I just like a unique man like you. The stronger the better, unlike some trash."
Saint Shura smiled sweetly and glanced in my direction as she spoke.
Her playful eyes passed through the crowd and landed on me.
"Fuck you uncle."
I couldn't help but curse under my breath.
In this life, I don’t think there will ever be another woman who can make me hate her so much.
"I'm afraid I'm not capable of the kind of strength you want."
The young man carrying the iron sword still said expressionlessly.
But as soon as he said these words, I almost burst out laughing on the spot.
Because I always feel that he is driving seriously.
"Then what kind of strength do you think I want? Giggle..."
As she spoke, Saint Shura laughed again, her branches trembling with laughter, and almost all the men present were dumbfounded.
I have to say that if we put aside the enemy's position, I think 90% of the men present will definitely be defeated by this woman's skirt.
When she was Gu Lingxi, she was naturally beautiful and could dazzle all living beings. Now with such a enchanting soul, there are really not many men who can resist her.
No wonder there are so many men in her harem who are willing to be her male favorites and be exploited by her willingly.
"You don't need to seduce me. I've been single for thirty years and I can't afford the temptation of a woman."
The young man suddenly said such shocking words again in a serious manner.
"Then why do you still suppress yourself? Just turn your sword in one direction and I will be yours."
As she spoke, Saint Shura hooked her fingers and put them on her lips, showing her enchanting posture.
"as you wish."
The young man with the iron sword on his back nodded, then held out his sword fingers and raised his hand to lead.
With a "clang" sound, the long sword on his back was unsheathed again, and then turned into a stream of light, flying straight towards the throat of Saint Shura.
