The only way

Chapter 197 Kill all the enemies in the world

"Stab!"

The sword energy streaked across the void, like a meteor chasing the moon, slashing down with unparalleled momentum.

He couldn't avoid it, the black cloak was just an ordinary cloak, it broke almost in the blink of an eye, and the sword aura with ruthless killing intent cut the cloak open, bringing up a spray of blood.

Between the collarbone and the shoulder blade, a sharp pain deeply stimulated Lingchu's mind.

Under the severe pain, it was almost impossible to hold the ink sword in his right hand.

With a thought, two Liangyi swords, one black and one white, emerged from the void with incomparable agility like black and white fish, and passed through the man's shoulders quickly and sharply like a meteor chasing the moon.

It's just that, although the spirituality of this black and one white Liangyi sword is far superior to that of the previous sword qi, and its sharpness is also far superior to the opponent's, but the momentum of cutting the enemy forward is much worse.

What's more, there is no such thing as what the master said, one sword strike, one thought, the aura of beheading all enemies in the world.

Even if the sword pierces the shoulders, the offensive on the other side remains unabated.

Not only did it not decrease, but the monk on the opposite side also used the Liangyi sword to swim back, instantly shortening the distance to Lingchu.

In an instant, Lingchu saw the sinister smile on the face of the opposite cultivator.

With a sudden jump in her heart, Lingchu Dai frowned slightly, but her heart softened.

The two swords just now should have gone straight to the fatal place.

This was Lingchu's first battle, and the monk on the opposite side was also in the early stage of foundation establishment, and he was also a monk who used the flying sword magic weapon.

However, the cultivator on the opposite side has already played more than a dozen games, and the winning percentage is between five and five.

Without the slightest hesitation, another Liangyi sword that had been hidden all this time suddenly appeared from behind the opposite cultivator, stabbing directly at the heart.

The spiritual power of the body was easily pierced by the Liangyi sword, the tip of the sword pierced through the chest, before the blood dripped, the Liangyi sword turned into a streamer and was put into Lingchu's sleeve.

As for the cultivator who just stretched out his hand, intending to make a sneak attack at close range, the sinister smile froze on his face, and his aura only weakened in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

The Liangyi sword that killed someone in the sleeve blew softly.

Lingchu's usual elegant face was slightly stained with a trace of sharpness.

He exhaled the turbid breath in his chest, because Lingchu used the Liangyi sword to kill him at the heart, the wound was not big, and it was extremely fast, but not so bloody.

"White Tiger, win, one point."

The monk in charge of the arena went forward to check the dead monk dutifully, picked up the storage bag on his waist, checked it first, and then handed it directly to Lingchu.

Lingchu took half of it, and returned the rest to the monks in the arena.

This is also an unwritten rule in the arena. For all monks who die on the stage, the storage bags on their bodies will be divided equally between the winner and the arena.

Of course, the winning monk can also choose not to use the contents of this storage bag, but use the other half to exchange equivalent points with the arena.

Since this dead monk was killed by Lingchu, the things belonged to Lingchu.

Lingchu took away the spirit stones and some useful elixir medicines, but as for magic tools, they remained motionless.

Cultivator's magic tools are all uncertain things, who knows whose primordial spirit imprint is on them, so don't ask for trouble.

After the monks in the arena manipulated Lingchu's score card, Lingchu put away the ink sword and score card and walked outside the underground arena.

When he moved his shoulder slightly, he felt a stabbing pain.

Lingchu couldn't help but gritted her teeth, she didn't expect that on the first day, in the first match, she would already be injured.

Before he had time to feel the injury on his shoulder, a faint spiritual power climbed up Lingchu's shoulder and penetrated into the hideous wound.

Lingchu just walked from the stands to the entrance of the underground arena, and the injury on his shoulder has already healed by most of it.

And, on the contrary, it was a little itchy.

Resisting the urge to scratch, she moved her shoulder from time to time, and in the eyes of the monks coming and going, Lingchu seemed to be enduring the pain on her shoulder.

The Dao Body can only repair the physical body, as for the cracked cloak and the blood that has been stained, it cannot be removed no matter what.

Naturally, Lingchu would not let the injury recover too quickly.

So anyone who saw Lingchu could see the blood on his shoulder at a glance.

In the black market, a figure wearing a white ghost mask suddenly appeared in many places in the black market.

The monks who have been in the black market for a long time know that the owner of the white ghost mask has been wandering in the black market all year round, looking for a precious elixir.

Naturally, the owner of the white ghost mask became very familiar with the people in the black market.

It seems that now, as soon as the owner of the white ghost mask appeared on the streets of the black market, many monks greeted the monk with the white ghost mask.

"Old ghost Liu, are you here again?"

"Senior White Ghost, are you here?"

A series of deep voices sounded, it was some vendors on the streets of the black market, with familiar tones, they were obviously acquaintances, and the relationship should be pretty good.

The owner of the white ghost mask heard the congratulations one after another, looked at the sky in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Through the mask, the White Ghost Master's voice was a little dark and hoarse, but the words he spoke were very kind.

"Liu is here again."

This tone even brought some expectations.

There was no need to wait for the monk in the white ghost mask to ask, and many stall owners asked one after another.

"I haven't heard of that resurrection grass today."

"I've never heard of it here either."

"I haven't heard of it either."

"I know I know!"

Suddenly, out of a bunch of unknown voices, an immature voice came out.

The cultivator in the white ghost mask froze, his hands were like thunder, and almost in an instant, he pulled out the person who said this.

It was a young boy, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his cultivation was only Qi training.

He was caught out suddenly like this, and he was a little dazed.

"What did you say!" The raised voice of the monk in the white ghost mask at this moment fully reflected the anxiety in his heart.

The young man was a little dazed, but after being yelled at by the monk in the white ghost mask, he immediately came back to his senses.

He hesitated a few times before speaking.

Half a month ago, he heard that someone was selling this resurrection grass, but it seemed to be false news later on. Now, there is no other news.

Even though this was useless news, the cultivator in the white ghost mask sighed, but still took out his sleeve and grabbed the spirit stones in his hand.

Handing the spirit stone to the young man, the cultivator wearing the white ghost mask didn't feel any embarrassment or disappointment, and the young man also didn't refuse, and just accepted it.

After letting go of the young man, the cultivator in the white ghost mask concealed the look of loneliness on his face, walked unhurriedly to the place where the black market reward was offered, and pasted the paper in his hand on it.

A lifelike elixir is drawn on it, and the number of spirit stones offered for reward is written below, one hundred top-grade spirit stones.

At the same time, it was stamped with the seal of the black market, indicating that the reward was guaranteed by the black market.

"Mengyi, don't be afraid, grandpa will definitely find a way to rescue you back."

Just passing by, the monk in a black cloak and tiger mask paused slightly.

　Thank you 丨Su Na Fang Hua, Gale Wind, 275297 Dust voted monthly.Originally, I planned to add updates to the last chapter, but after thinking about it, I should update two chapters a day first, and then count as updates, so, needless to say, I still owe everyone to add updates, and I will make up for it at night.In the evening, there will be more updates on the two nights, and we promise to add updates to the double eleven of the book friends group, as well as add updates to the collection.

　　
　
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