Longevity begins with the sword of ignorance

Chapter 83 How dare it (add more updates for the leader, please subscribe)

"How dare you not defend against my attack?"

It just takes Zhong Cang a while to find the rhythm and weakness of the mandrill, it's not impossible to find it.

It is true that Feijian Fenghua cannot penetrate the mandrill's defense, but after Feijian Jinglei activates the thunder formation, its thunder strike is comparable to the pseudo-sword thunder sound, and can easily penetrate most defenses.

Therefore, the thunder strike matched the rhythm of all things, so it became Zhong Cang's lore.

Of course, according to Zhong Cang's original thinking, after he found a weakness, he needed to use Fenghua to contain it and expose the mandrill's weakness, so that he could kill it with a lightning strike.

But what Zhong Cang didn't expect was that the mandrill was too arrogant. After discovering that most spells could not help him, and the flying sword was also weak, it would not dodge or evade any attack from then on, and only focused on charging arrogantly.

And this gave Zhong Cang a chance.

After finding the mandrill's weak point, his thunder almost circled behind the mandrill in a leisurely manner, and then, with lightning flashes, he struck fiercely.

"Zi la..."

The soaring speed increased the penetrating power of the Thunder Sword several times, and this thunderous blow easily pierced the mandrill's mudstone armor and pierced the mandrill's skull.

In fact, if only this was the case, Zhong Cang would not be able to kill the mandrill with one blow.

The head is indeed the key point of most monsters, but because of this, most monsters are very strict about the protection of the head.

The mandrill's skull is the hardest part of its body.

Really head-to-head, Zhong Cang's thunderous strike may not be able to win it.

It's a pity that Zhong Cang's rhythm of all things has long been aware of the mandrill's weakness.

The reason why he pierced the back of the mandrill's head from behind instead of the heart was because in Zhong Cang's induction, there was a bit of disharmony in its head.

After the divine sense was attached to the Thunder Sword and stabbed towards the place where the rhythm was discordant, Zhong Cang discovered that the mandrill's head seemed to have been injured, and there was a crack in its skull.

This crack is hidden under the scalp and covered by the mandrill's thick hair, so ordinary people can't find it at all.

But everything is in motion.

The swift thunder pierced right at the crack, and pierced straight into the mandrill's brain.

After arriving here, the next thing is very simple. With the flash of lightning on the Jinglei Sword, the mandrill's mind was smashed by Zhong Cang.

Without a brain, the mandrill died instantly.

It's a long story for such a thing, but the thunder strike is really like thunder, and there is not even a moment's time.

Because of this, Zhong Cang's kill not only stunned the people watching the battle outside, even his teammates were also stunned.

Before breathing, they were still in despair because of the strength of the mandrill.

A lot of brave people have already smiled miserably and prepared to die with the monsters.

"If you want to kill me, even if I die, I will tear off a piece of flesh from you!"

And just as they were desperately welcoming the arrival of the last moment, there was a "bang", and the mandrill fell down without warning.

"?!!"

This scene really stunned Zhong Cang's teammates.

Even, for the first time, they couldn't believe that good luck had come to them, and they only thought that the mandrill was playing a trick.

It wasn't until the flying sword on the back of the mandrill's head caught everyone's eyes that they were pleasantly surprised to find that the mandrill had really fallen.

"This, we won!"

"Brothers, the mandrill fell, we won!"

The dead mandrill gave the tired monks a shot of stimulant, causing them to scream wildly in an instant.

Only Zhong Cang was still calmly killing the enemy.

"Shhhhh..."

"Zi..."

While the rest of the monsters were timid because of the falling of the mandrill, Fenghua and Jinglei, with two flying swords, one transformed into Liufeng and the other transformed into Thunder, rushed into the group of monsters in an instant and started killing.

The wind and thunder worked together, and within a few breaths, Zhong Cang pushed back the line disrupted by the mandrill.

This scene made the monk's cheers even louder, and his name was shouted wildly by the crowd.

"Zhong Cang!"

"Roar……"

Breaking free from deep despair made the monks under Zhong Cang extremely excited, and they needed to scream wildly to vent their excitement.

Zhong Cang, however, did not feel any excitement from beheading the mandrill.

After pushing the front line to the predetermined position, he calmly turned his attention away from the battlefield in front of him and looked at the other directions.

Jinglei was silently accumulating strength, preparing for the next thunder strike.

Looking around, Zhong Cang soon discovered that the other three directions were still in the midst of fierce battles.

The monks with the seventh level of Qi training prevented the other three monster leaders from breaking into the array of human monks.

But they are also at the seventh level of Qi training, and the monsters are known for their rough skin and thick flesh, which makes it impossible for the three Tianjiao at the seventh level of Qi training to kill them in a short time.

Seeing this, Zhong Cang stared at the three monsters that were fighting with his cold eyes.

This is to cooperate with the other three to kill the monster.

The reason for doing this is that several people are grasshoppers on the same boat, and if the other roads are broken, Zhong Cang will inevitably face the situation of being attacked by the enemy, which is very unfavorable to him.

The other is to kill Qi-training seven-level monsters, one of which has [-] points, killing them is also beneficial to Zhong Cang.

"Zi..."

Being able to advance to the seventh level of Qi training at this age, the strength of those Tianjiao monks should not be underestimated. This makes the monster leaders can only put all their body and mind on the opponent in front of them, and pay attention to them flawlessly.

At the same time, in order to resist the attack of the monks, the leaders of the monster beasts also exerted their full strength.

These two situations made Zhong Cang very comfortable.

Paying attention to others flawlessly gave Zhong Cang enough time to accumulate energy and adjust the angle of Jinglei.

And the full strength exerted also made the monster's body move extremely violently. In this case, Zhong Cang could find the weak point of the monster faster.

After just counting breaths, Zhong Cang's eyes lit up as he aimed at Zhong Cang.

"found it!"

"Thunder, cut!"

At the same time as the voice was spoken, Zhong Cang's sword finger suddenly pointed forward.

"Fuck!"

Accompanied by his actions and orders, the thunder on the Jinglei Sword suddenly erupted, and in the next instant, the entire Jinglei Sword turned into a flash of thunder, appearing on the battlefield between monk He Ling and Mu Chi in an instant.

Because of the extremely fast speed, he didn't realize it until the Jinglei Sword appeared beside He Ling, which made him tremble all over and was shocked.

But soon, he discovered that the thunder did not rush towards him, but galloped towards the wooden mandrill in front of him.

This scene made him heave a sigh of relief, and he was puzzled.

"Whose flying sword is this, Yan Wenhua's or Song Hongzhe's? Are the two of them so strong that they can kill the monster leader so quickly, and they still have time to support me?"

He was wondering, but soon, this doubt was suppressed by him. He Ling knew that the battle was not over yet, and he could not be distracted now.

"Forget it, who cares, first cooperate with Feijian and kill the wooden mandrill."

After fighting the wooden mandrill in front of him for so long, He Ling has personally experienced the strong vitality of wood monsters.

It really can't be chopped, can't be killed.

He Ling had left large scars on Mudrill's body several times, but after a few breaths, these scars would be healed by Mudrill.

Such a terrifying vitality made He Ling think that although the flying sword came from lightning and it was difficult to dodge, the thunder strike could not kill the wooden mandrill.

Therefore, he was thinking of besieging the wooden mandrill with Feijian.

But what happened next made his eyes widen in astonishment.

With a sound of "Chi!", the flying sword was nailed to the woody body of the wooden mandrill with lightning speed.

But to his bewilderment, the wound he caused could heal the wooden mandrill in just a few breaths, but this sword was nailed to the wooden mandrill's body, nailing it to the ground.

"This is... dead?"

"how is this possible?"

He didn't understand why the wooden mandrill, known for its vitality, would die so easily.

And when he turned his head and looked in the direction of the flying sword, the shock on his face was even heavier.

"It's you!"

(End of this chapter)