"Cang Lang!!"
There was a clear sound and the sword was unsheathed.
The sword energy slashed like rain and swept forward in an instant.
The wooden seats and steel bookshelves were shattered on the spot, and the seams were neatly cut.
Dozens of deep cracks broke out on the concrete floor, each one as wide as a little finger.
And at the center of all the cracks, there was a little old man with torn clothes and a withered figure.
Only a pair of gray shorts remained intact on his body. His exposed body was shriveled, old, and orange-peel-like, but glowed with a layer of golden light, like a doll made of pure gold.
Many sword energies passed over the obstacles and struck him, but they only made a sonorous sound like a symphony of gold and iron.
Lu Zongping twisted his neck and silently rushed towards Shi Wencong, whose eyes were dark and holding a Tang sword.
He was as fast as a shadow, approaching like lightning, and the strong wind swept up, mixed with a touch of sharpness, and it was a right fist glowing with golden light.
As the fist approached, the ring on his ring finger suddenly turned into a spike and stabbed fiercely at Shi Wencong's chest.
Before the spike hit, the violent energy was already coming, and a big hole burst out in Shi Wencong's chest clothes, revealing his solid chest muscles.
He withdrew his sword and blocked it, and the long sword hit the spike with a dull explosion, only deflecting it three centimeters to the left.
But Lu Zongping suddenly stopped and leaned back.
A faint touch of green passed across his forehead, taking away a mess of gray hair.
The remaining hair is like ox hair, falling like rain.
Lu Zongping was lying on his back, his right leg straightened and bounced up violently, roaring like a whip.
Although there was a distance, he still kicked Shi Wencong in the chin.
With the sound of broken bones, Shi Wencong flew out like a broken sack.
Before Lu Zongping could breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly there was a strange whistling sound in the house, which was annoying and made me want to feel sick.
Lu Zongping's body stagnated slightly, and then he was kicked out on the spot by the red-shirted class who suddenly appeared, smashing the entire gray wall.
After rolling around in the grass for a few times, he exhausted all his strength and slowly stood up from the ground.
"Not only did they attack me, an old man in his sixties, but he also sneaked up on me. Is that ridiculous?"
Lu Zongping rubbed his waist, the expression on his face was a little distorted, and he grinned.
Incorporating the strange object "Diamond Sutra", although it can make him invulnerable and powerful, the pain is real.
Especially this kind of strange force that can penetrate into the body makes him feel that his head is tightening.
Looking at Shi Wencong who slowly walked out of the hole in the wall, and the red-shirted man wearing a plaid shirt holding a hosta in his hand.
Lu Zongping's eyes were slightly condensed.
Before coming, he thought there would be no surprises in this operation.
After all, the team Shi Wencong belonged to was only at level 4 at its strongest.
Even if the whole team turns into monsters, he is confident that he can destroy them all by himself.
Even if you add the weirdness in the foreign land, it's not a big problem.
He has been in the spiritual world for many years, traveled all over the country, and entered and exited foreign lands dozens of times.
So far, he has only encountered a black shadow class once. Although he did not win that time, the opponent also had nothing to do with him.
What's more, the foreign land that can be torn apart by the sky-splitting dagger shows that the derivatives of the foreign land can only reach the red level.
This is why he dared to lead Shen Panxia and others into this place.
He is confident that he can protect everyone.
However, the appearance of Shi Wencong and another red-suited one in front of him slightly shook his confidence.
In terms of combat prowess alone, neither Shi Wencong nor another red-coat class could be his opponent.
But when they joined forces, they had an effect of 1+1 greater than 2.
Lu Zongping has never seen such tacit cooperation among weirdos.
They are obviously two different monsters, but they are like the left and right hands of the same person.
The two of them joined forces, and their attack was seamless. He had so many trump cards that he was defeated several times.
But if you think about it carefully, it's normal. After all, they all hold death mark weapons, so they can be regarded as coming from the same sect.
Lu Zongping couldn't help but feel very lucky at this moment.
Fortunately, he rushed out without hesitation and separated from Xu Sixue and others.
Otherwise, if those little guys were at the scene and were held hostage by these two monsters in front of them, he would immediately become helpless.
You might even be taken advantage of by your opponent, put yourself in danger, and be defeated on the spot.
Once he loses here, what chance will the remaining people have to survive?
Lu Zongping was just rejoicing when he suddenly heard a movement not far away.
He turned around and saw a wall exploded in mid-air, and a group of people were falling from the air.
Xu Sixue, who was standing next to him, saw him and waved excitedly:
"Mr. Lu! We are here to help you!"
Lu Zongping: "..."
At this moment, Shi Wencong and the red-shirted class, who were about to take action, all stopped.
The corners of their mouths were raised stiffly, revealing what could be called a joking smile.
Seeing that smile, Lu Zongping's heart sank suddenly.
He opened his mouth and was about to make a sound.
The terrifying red-coated class suddenly rushed out and rushed towards the place where Su Mo and others landed.
"Don't even think about it!!"
Lu Zongping shouted loudly and swung his legs like a whip.
Although there is still some distance from the red-level body.
But the other party suddenly crossed his arms to block him in front of him, and then his whole body was hit by an invisible force. There was a loud sound, and the momentum suddenly stopped.
At the same time, Shi Wencong on the other side quickly stood up, dust flying as he stepped on his feet, and his figure suddenly flew out.
"Stop it!"
The veins on Lu Zongping's forehead were exposed, and he threw out a blood-colored iron chain, sending his whole body flying away.
As he was flying around, Shi Wencong used his strength to throw the long sword in his hand violently.
The long sword was like a flash of light, carrying a sharp roar as it shot away.
After landing, Xu Sixue and Zhou Jiantai, who were about to step forward to support, saw the sharp light, and their pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme.
It is true that they are all level 4, but there are still many gaps between them and level 4 like Shi Wencong, who is very close to level 5.
At this moment, Shi Wencong shot with all his strength, and also borrowed power from Lu Zongping to throw.
The speed of the long sword reached an incredible level.
So much so that their eyes can catch it, but their bodies can't react.
At this moment, they could all feel the sharp edge coming towards them.
In a daze, it seemed as if his entire body was pierced by the long sword.
But just as their hearts grew cold.
The long sword that was soaring forward suddenly stopped.
It only takes a moment to go from extremely fast to extremely quiet.
This extremely sudden change made Xu Sixue and Zhou Jiantai feel very uncomfortable.
My head was even more confused, and I almost couldn't turn around for a while.
"Crack, snap."
Steady footsteps came from behind.
Xu Sixue and Zhou Jiantai suddenly came to their senses.
Looking at the long sword suspended five meters away, their backs were wet with sweat.
Turning to look at Su Mo who was walking out, his eyes were both grateful and shocked.
As Su Mo approached, the suspended long sword seemed to be under unimaginable pressure. The entire sword trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword began to roll back, bend, and finally turned into a semicircle.
This form seemed to have exceeded the critical point of the long sword's material. The death mark on the hilt showed countless cracks, and then there was a crisp sound of "click". The long sword suddenly exploded, and sharp iron pieces spattered everywhere. But they returned at a faster speed, gathered into a small iron ball, and fell into Su Mo's hands.
He stretched out his hand and squeezed it gently, and the iron ball immediately turned into powder and flew away.
This extremely abnormal scene, not to mention Shen Panxia and others who were watching, even Lu Zongping and the two monsters opposite, fell silent.
"Swords are not meant for that."
Su Mo stared at Shi Wencong opposite him, raised his right hand slightly, and the surrounding air gathered in his hand, turning into a five-meter-long sword hilt. The sword body was filled with endless rolling airflow, stretching for hundreds of meters. From a distance, it looks like a gathering storm.
The huge storm sword injected with a massive amount of spiritual power was chopped off on the spot. It was as bright as the sun falling, carrying infinite natural power.
Shi Wencong and the red-clad class panicked and tried to escape, but their bodies were suddenly submerged by the endless storm torrent.
"boom!"
A terrifying loud sound that seemed to burst the eardrums suddenly came.
The ground was shaking crazily, and huge amounts of dust rose up to tens of meters high, spreading endlessly, blocking the sky and the sun, and for a moment it felt like the end of the world was coming.
After a while, the strong wind suddenly blew, carrying countless sand, dust and grass clippings flying into the distance, revealing the original scene.
The previously violent and ferocious Shi Wencong and the red-clad class had disappeared, leaving a huge ravine on the ground, like a newly built river, nearly thirty meters wide and dozens of meters deep, spreading into the distance.
An entire residential building on the path of the river disappeared out of thin air, as if it had been wiped away by an invisible eraser.
Even the foreign barrier behind the residential building was cut open on the spot by this blow, revealing an unprecedentedly huge crack.
Through the crack, one could even see the stars in the outside sky and the cold moonlight.
"I...I'm still alive?"
After a long while, Lu Zongping seemed to come back to his senses.
He looked at his hands, which were as rough as orange peels, and pinched his withered old face, finally making sure that he was still alive in the world.
For a moment, Lu Zongping couldn't help but feel a sore nose and almost shed tears.
The feeling of joy that he had narrowly escaped death from the earthquake when he was eight years old enveloped his whole body again.
"Mr. Lu!"
"Mr. Lu!"
Xu Sixue and Zhou Jiantai, who also woke up from the extreme shock, waved desperately in his direction.
Only then did Lu Zongping realize that he was standing on a "small island".
In the middle of the huge river, only less than four square meters of land under his feet was still intact, and it was surrounded by ravines as deep as a prison.
Seeing this scene, Lu Zongping felt as if electric current was rushing through his spine, and his scalp was numb.
One blow destroyed the entire land, and even forcibly penetrated foreign lands. It was indeed very powerful, suffocatingly powerful.
However, this kind of strength is conceivable, it is recorded in the classics, and it is possible for practitioners to achieve it in the future when the concentration of spiritual energy increases.
But while smashing the earth, it must also retain a little bit of safety to protect the humans inside it unscathed.
Looking at the entire world, I am afraid that few people can achieve this kind of extremely precise control.
Who is that Mr. Su?
While Lu Zongping was searching for his soul, Su Mo looked at the ruins he had created and felt a little regretful.
The blow he just made was mainly aimed at Shi Wencong. After seeing the tragic portrait of Xu Zhao, he had some personal grudges and the intention of attacking with hatred.
But when the sword was about to fall, he immediately woke up.
The foreign land in front of him may not be able to withstand ten percent of his power.
Once the foreign land is broken, his power will be released to the outside world without any hindrance, and it is very likely to cause large-scale disasters.
You can eliminate evil, but you must not harm innocent people.
So before taking action, he once again withdrew 90% of his power.
As a result, when the blow fell, this foreign land was still unbearable and was directly pierced by him.
Fortunately, there was not much power left, and when he stirred it up with his mental power, it turned into gusts of wind and dispersed into several nearby communities.
Apart from blowing away the summer homework written by an elementary school student, there seemed to be nothing else.
Su Mo retracted his thoughts, and his mental perception spread suddenly, absorbing the remaining memory fragments on the field.
Those are all the products left behind after the death of Shi Wencong and another red-clothed class.
I just don't know how much useful information is left in it.
Su Mo engaged in perception and quickly checked.
Scenes of memory scenes quickly flashed before his eyes.
Many of them have suffered mental pollution and become extremely twisted.
If you are an ordinary person, you may become insane just looking at those pictures, or even go crazy on the spot.
But to Su Mo, whose mental attribute was as high as 4,000 points, this little pollution was nothing to mention.
He can even judge the depth of pollution and accurately grasp the distorted psychology of the person concerned at that moment.
Really speaking, this special use of mental power is very suitable for being a psychiatrist.
It's a pity that it is completely useless for ordinary mental problems.
And really big problems are difficult to solve with it - such as the degradation of fusion people.
Maybe one day when his mental power changes qualitatively again, there may be a way to solve this problem.
Just as he was thinking about it, Su Mo suddenly saw scenes of extremely crucial memories.
After carefully looking at these memories, Su Mo was shocked to find that Xu Sixue's imaginative reasoning had actually got him right.
There is indeed a relationship between Shi Wencong and the red-shirted one.
However, their relationship is not a same-sex couple.
There is another memory in Shi Wencong's mind. The protagonist of that memory is named Zhu Cang. He is the original holder and user of the Death Seal Knife.
Zhu Cang originally had a relatively happy family, until one day he found out that his wife had cheated on her ex-boyfriend.
Concerned about his young children and the families behind both parties, he planned to find time to have a frank talk with his wife, and persuade her to cut off contact with her ex-boyfriend and continue to live her life.
Unexpectedly, he finally made up his mind, but unexpectedly heard that his wife and ex-boyfriend were planning to join forces to kill him, and he would inherit a huge amount of insured funds.
Zhu Cang couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the Tang Dao in his collection, and prepared to kill the two people on the spot.
After a fierce fight, he successfully killed the adulterer and adulterer, but he was also seriously injured and died.
The adulterer he killed was named Xue Lei, the man in red with the hairpin on his head.
And his wife, named Ye Nanyue, is the woman Shi Wencong was murmuring about.
Then the question comes——
Three people died, and both of them turned into monsters. So what about the remaining Ye Nanyue?
At this moment, Su Mo suddenly heard Shen Panxia's surprised voice:
"Brother Mo, there seems to be something wrong with that building!"
