"Who is this guy's mistress?"
brush!
A sword energy appeared out of nowhere and slashed on the muscle rat's arm, leaving a faint white mark.
Lu Yuli gritted her teeth, waved her hand, and invisible sword energy appeared again.
How could she have that kind of relationship with that nasty guy!
Miss Sword Fairy, whose emotions were fluctuating greatly, looked to her side before drawing her sword. A certain Demon Sect Saint had a half-smile on his face, while Demon Sect Saint Bai Xiaoyao looked at her with a look that was a bit puzzled, a bit weird, and finally a mixture of scrutiny and vigilance.
She didn't know why she could see so many meanings in the witch's eyes.
But the sword energy in her hand instantly doubled.
At this moment, the little girl felt that she had exerted a force several times more powerful than her previous full strength.
However…
"Humph, you have such a petty trick, how dare you show off in front of me?"
The Invincible Muscle Rat took a step forward.
As he took a step, terrifying spiritual power spread out, and hundreds of sword energies shattered in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Luo Wusheng also took a step forward.
He completely blocked the remaining power of the spiritual energy, so that the recoil force would not hurt the girls behind him.
But there was a solemn look in the eyes of the three of them.
"The power of the Nascent Soul."
Luo Wusheng uttered these four words lightly.
Bai Xiaoyao beside him showed a worried expression, and even Miss Jianxian set her eyes on him.
"It's okay. I'll take care of everything."
Exhaling lightly, Luo Wusheng mobilized all the spiritual power in his body for the first time in a long time.
The two girls seemed to be gently lifted up by a large hand.
Bai Xiaoyao quickly understood what her senior brother was going to do, but she just lightly pulled the corner of her senior brother's sleeve and then let go.
"Brother, be careful..."
She knew that her limited skills would be of no help in a battle of this level.
Lu Yuli always felt weird watching this scene.
Until the two girls were sent far away by spiritual power, Luo Wusheng suddenly felt a vibration on the wooden sword at his waist.
[Don't die.]
Using his spiritual sense to scan the words on it, Luo Wusheng shook his head and laughed.
Come to think of it, he has indeed never used his full strength since his memory awakened.
With a flip of his hand, the formless cube was already floating in his palm.
(It shouldn’t be a big loss… I just don’t know how far I can go without an audience.)
Luo Wusheng was thinking this in his heart, but suddenly he found that the Wuxiang cube in his hand became unusually active.
It was even far worse than the previous time he faced thunder tribulation!
A thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and then he laughed softly, raising his chin towards the seemingly arrogant muscle rat opposite him.
His eyes were filled with disdain and pity.
Seeing the hateful expression of the Demon Sect's Saint, Super Muscle Rat suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.
In an instant, memories of the past two days came flooding back.
Humiliation and unwillingness turned into hatred and madness in an instant.
Holy Son of the Demon Sect! I will kill you a thousand times!
Not enough!!!
Chapter 77 I Have a 7,000-meter-long Sword
Magic Weapon Pavilion.
The riot at this time was even greater than before.
It was only because a huge light curtain appeared in the sky, reflecting the confrontation between the Holy Son of the Demon Sect and an ugly rat demon as if existing in another space.
The three Nascent Soul Golden Seals from the Six Gates were walking in the air at this moment, standing in front of the light curtain with solemn expressions.
"What kind of magical weapon is this? Or is it the innate magical power of some great demon?"
The Night Crow wearing a feather mask made a puzzled sound.
After all, he is also a Nascent Soul and has been practicing for quite some time, but this is the first time he has seen such a special and strange ability.
"The Dao of Space... There are many different Daos entangled together... Light, shadow... Words?"
Miss Qilin stretched out her hand and pressed it on the light curtain. Her eyes flickered beneath the mask and she made a judgment in a cold voice.
This analysis made Night Crow and Wutong wearing a dead leaf mask focus their attention on her.
"… This is the feedback from the Human King's scabbard."
Miss Qilin added this sentence, and Night Crow and Wutong looked surprised.
They were wondering why they couldn't analyze anything, but Qilin could explain it so clearly.
The Human King's scabbard is indeed a divine scabbard, it is truly special.
"That demon seems to have briefly possessed the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm for some unknown reason... That Demon Sect Saint may be in danger."
Wutong's voice was a little heavy.
If the Holy Son of the Demon Sect died in the royal city, I wonder how the Demon Sect would react.
"I don't think that guy will die so easily. After all, there are rumors that he can fight against Yuanying... Hmm? It seems that something else is about to appear?"
As Night Crow was speaking, he noticed a piece of text suddenly floating across the light curtain.
[I didn’t expect this thing to be on its body… ]
The three Jinzhangs were all startled, not knowing what these sudden words meant.
But before they could react, they saw countless words suddenly appear on the upper part of the light curtain.
[What is the situation now? Can I go home? ]
[The Holy Son of the Demon Sect fought against a demon that even three Nascent Souls could not defeat? This is a good topic to talk about, and I have something to show off. I really came to the right place today... ]
[Ah, the Demon Sect Saint is so handsome! He is also very graceful and gentle to women... ]
[I only have money to buy a box of ordinary soldier bullets... Which one should I choose? ]
Densely packed words flashed across the upper half of the light curtain, leaving the three Nascent Souls stunned for a moment.
(Why does it feel like he always encounters these strange things... No, many of the strange things are made by him...)
Miss Qilin was thinking this, but she found that her own thoughts also appeared on the light curtain, and she was a little stunned for a moment.
Looking at the other two people around him, they also seemed a little dazed.
"It seems that it can extract the thoughts of the people nearby and form them into text, and then present them on the light curtain in this form."
Miss Qilin made a quick judgment.
Night Crow and Sycamore nodded in agreement.
After exchanging glances, they slowly stepped back and chose three positions in the air to stand.
They had no way to deal with this thing they had never seen before. After trying various methods and failing to affect the light curtain, they could only choose to wait for the result.
Through analysis of Miss Qilin's use of the Human King's Sword Scabbard, they determined that this light curtain space did not last long.
When the space dissipates, they can continue to use the Human King's Sword Scabbard to suppress the demons and evil spirits.
I just wonder if the Holy Son of the Demon Sect can hold on until that time.
… …
In a strange space.
There are obvious thick blue veins on the forehead of the Super Muscle Rat.
This time it is really, really angry!
It was so angry that a sneer appeared on its ugly rat face.
"Hehe... It seems that you still don't understand your situation, Demon Sect Saint..."
"In this space, I can use the power of the Nascent Soul level for a short period of time. With just a Golden Core Great Perfection, I can turn you into ashes in the blink of an eye!"
As it spoke, it completely released its overwhelming momentum at the moment.
The power of the Nascent Soul was so great that even the two girls who were watching this scene from a distance couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The muscular rat demon raised his head proudly, and looked at Luo Wusheng with his narrow and long eyes, as if he wanted to see a look of fear in him.
But Luo Wusheng disappointed it.
At this moment, Luo Wusheng still had that disdainful expression on his face.
"That's it?"
The mocking voice of the Demon Sect Saint caused the already bulging blue veins on the Muscle Rat's forehead to twitch wildly, and it made a gritting sound.
"You don't believe it?"
"I believe it, of course I do."
Luo Wusheng smiled: "You are just a fake Yuanying. I can turn you into ashes in just a snap of my fingers."
"What do you mean?! No... you are just being stubborn..."
I was almost fooled by this guy.
The Muscle Rat snorted, suppressed the uneasiness that was rising in his heart for some unknown reason, and decided not to continue speaking to the hateful Son of the Demon Sect in front of him.
(Although those bald guys told me not to attack the Demon Sect Saint... Bah, who the hell are they? How dare they order me around?)
Today is the day when the Holy Son of Demon Sect dies!
Thinking of this, vast spiritual power began to gather on its muscular right arm.
It slowly tightened its right arm.
With this punch, the mere Holy Son of the Demon Sect will surely die... Huh
Muscle Rat suddenly widened his narrow eyes.
There was great confusion and shock reflected in those small pupils.
But Luo Wusheng opposite it gently threw up the small cube in his hand.
The cube suddenly began to flow like liquid, and after turning into liquid, it began to twist. Each twist increased the flow of the liquid a lot, and after a few times, it had turned into a stream out of nowhere.
At this moment, the stream is running straight towards the sky, like a water dragon rolling against the sky.
"Condensation."
Luo Wusheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and uttered a word.
The stream rushing straight to the sky paused, and then condensed together little by little. After several shapings, it turned into the shape of a ferocious long sword.
The knife was blood-colored and so huge that even the Invincible Muscle Rat felt the pressure of the size difference.
Especially after feeling the terrifying energy fluctuations from this long sword, it couldn't help but tremble.
The look it gave Luo Wusheng was filled with horror.
This kind of terrifying fluctuation... can it be emitted by a perfect golden elixir
If he were to be hit head-on by this blow, he would probably die in hatred even if he was in the early Nascent Soul stage, right