With a low muffled sound, the sword light struck the whirlpool of dead leaves. Countless dead leaves rotated slowly, like sharp saw teeth, firmly and powerfully crushing this astonishing sword light.
Little bits of sword light continued to disintegrate and fall off, and were constantly swallowed by the whirlpool of dead leaves.
Thousands of sword puppets have already been killed with swords. They bypassed the whirlpool of dead leaves and wanted to directly attack Chutian's body.
Chu Tian rubbed his hands violently, and streaks of withered yellow thunder continued to float in the gaps between his fingers. Along with the low and hoarse thunder, the thunder of fist-sized dead wood with slow flying speed flashed violently, constantly coming from Chu Tian. Flying out of the sky's hand.
Countless thunderbolts of dead wood were like fireflies all over the sky blocking the way of those sword puppets. In the next moment, clouds of thunder exploded. Thousands of sword puppets rushed too fast and were blown away by the thunder.
I don’t know what material these sword puppets are made of. Balls of thunder and fire exploded on them. These sword puppets trembled violently. Their bodies fell off and shattered piece by piece, just like rotten dead wood that has experienced countless years of erosion. Just the same, just a light touch will turn it into fine ash.
After a series of muffled thunders, thousands of sword puppets were wiped out by the dead wood thunder waved by Chu Tian.
Luo Hu screamed in fright, dropped the crying and struggling girl in the red dress, looked at Chu Tian as if seeing a ghostly wind, and subconsciously stepped back.
Even though he had an adventure, inherited the mantle of the Senluo Sword Emperor, and obtained magical powers and many rare treasures, Luo Hu was still the low-level miner struggling to survive in the mine. He had never seen the world, and he had never interacted with the real world. Mighty powers have dealt with it.
The way of survival for the little people at the bottom is sometimes quite unbearable. Just like Luo Hu, he is full of the temperament of bullying the weak with a gun and bullying the weak and fearing the strong. When he is strong, he can humiliate those around him unscrupulously; when he is weak, he will run away without hesitation.
His legs were a little weak, and he didn't know what object he was holding on with his hands. Luo Hu looked at Chu Tian and yelled: "My dear, you are not a member of the heaven, why do you have to work for them? There are countless rare things here. Treasure, countless cultivation resources, as long as we are friendly... Sir, please raise your hand, how about sharing it equally between you and me?"
Countless withered yellow leaves condensed with the power of dead wood circled around. Over there, "Tiger Dali" screamed at the top of his lungs: "Senior, as long as you can capture this daring madman alive, heaven will definitely reward you heavily!"
Chu Tian nodded slightly, and his two eyes completely turned into two withered yellow orbs, continuously spraying out strips of meandering withered yellow divine light. He said in a low voice: "It's simply ridiculous. How can the majesty of the heaven be achieved? Is this something that a crazy kid like you can offend? If you give up resistance and surrender, maybe... you can die a more pleasant death!"
Luo Hu's body trembled. He gritted his teeth and suddenly laughed strangely: "Ha, Master Hu made a deal with you, but you didn't listen. That's no wonder I hit Master Hu too hard. Hey, you are all being punished. My Senluo Sword Formation package, hey, do you really think you have earth-shaking power?"
Luo Hu gritted his teeth, bit off the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the transparent figure suspended above his head.
The sword light emitted by the transparent figure suddenly became more than a hundred times more powerful. The sword light tore through the void, and the ground was torn into bottomless ditches wherever it passed. Countless casual cultivators screamed and cried. The sword light shattered into pieces.
The transparent figure slowly flew up and walked towards Chutian step by step.
Chu Tian's cheeks trembled violently. Just now, this transparent figure split open the nest of the Nether Horn clan with a sword. The mother nest with a diameter of 100,000 miles was broken open by the sword of this transparent figure who did not know what kind of existence it was.
At this time, she faced him alone. To be honest, Chu Tianzhen felt a little guilty.
But thinking about the instructions given to him by Qing Yi, Chu Tian gritted his teeth and rubbed his hands together. The dead leaves all over the sky condensed into a withered yellow wooden sword in his hands. He slowly raised the strange-shaped sword that was seven feet long and as thin as a finger. Mu Jian nodded to the transparent figure: "Since you insist on going your own way and never look back, no wonder I, Luo Buping, are ruthless."
Luo Hu turned a deaf ear to Chu Tian's words. He held an order flag and a sword talisman with both hands and waved them slowly. Countless sword puppets in the sky slowly started to move according to Luo Hu's movements.
These sword puppets formed a huge sword array in the air, and the swords in their hands pointed to the ground.
The huge light curtain that enveloped the entire mine supervisor's office was squirming violently. Along with the low sound of swords, a giant lightsaber with a strange shape slowly squeezed out of the light curtain with difficulty.
These giant lightsabers are long or short, wide or narrow, and have strange shapes, but they all exude a desperate and sinister sword intent.
There is a figure looming in each lightsaber. These figures overlook the countless monks below. These monks feel as if their bodies and souls have been seen through, and there is an inexplicable sense of intense pain like thousands of swords piercing their hearts. .
The Senluo Sword Formation had not launched its attack yet, but as soon as it was activated, 90% of the casual cultivators on the ground had already vomited blood and fell to the ground seriously injured. Inexplicably, most of the monks had sword marks that were deep enough to reach the bones, or penetrated into the internal organs so that the internal organs could be seen squirming. The wounds were bleeding like springs, and countless monks couldn't help but let out shrill screams.
Only a handful of sect representatives held the ancestral treasures, and each piece of heavenly and human-level defensive treasure spurted out all kinds of strange brilliance, revealing various magnificent and mysterious shapes, firmly protecting them in the middle, and then they could barely withstand it. A trace of energy leaked from the sword array.
"Hey, they are all good treasures, they are all mine, they are all my Lord Luo Huhu!" Luo Hu greedily looked at the splendid defensive treasures in the hands of those sect representatives, and roared at the top of his lungs: "And there are All the beauties here are mine! Kill, kill, kill!"
The transparent figure had already reached less than three feet in front of Chu Tian.
Hearing Luo Hu's hoarse roar, the transparent figure raised his right hand, took strange steps, and struck Chu Tian with a seemingly slow three-foot dagger in his right hand.
The sword was drawn out, but it gave Chu Tian a feeling of despair, as if the heaven and earth had become the sword's domain, and there was no room for him to dodge.
One sword makes heaven and earth of its own, and one sword destroys heaven and earth.
"Heaven and Earth want to kill me? I'm not convinced!" The withered yellow wooden sword in Chu Tian's hand shook violently, and he roared: "When an ordinary man is angry, he will bleed for five steps!"
The void under Chu Tian's feet suddenly collapsed. He stepped on the sword step of "Plain Sword" and stepped on a dark footprint in the air. With a strange and mysterious step, he arrived in front of the transparent figure and stabbed the opponent's throat with a sword. .
The three-foot small sword slashed across Chu Tian's chest, and with a "puff" sound, the sword light erupted thousands of feet from behind Chu Tian. At least tens of thousands of casual cultivators were blown to pieces by the sword light.
A ray of cold light penetrated the throat of the transparent figure. The transparent figure suddenly froze, and then exploded suddenly.
The sword puppets all over the sky screamed in unison, and countless rays of sword light slashed down to the ground. Luo Hu brazenly launched a devastating attack on everyone present.
None of the monks had the strength to resist. Only Chu Tian, who was covered in blood, suddenly swung out his right arm, and countless yellow withered leaves flew into the sky, facing the sword light all over the sky.