From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Mirage.

All the cages of the sword fighting arena were opened, and dozens of middle-five realm monsters were wreaking havoc everywhere. The two sword immortals guarding the sword workshop and the clothing workshop led their teams to stop them. Among the travelers from Haoran Tianxia, ​​several people took action to help, but there were still many casualties.

At the entrance of the Danfang, a natal flying sword named "Lei Chi" is a small world of its own, with excellent rank and appearance.

The small world was filled with flashing lightning and overwhelming sword energy.

Zhang Zhu casually broke the fist force that Bai Lianshuang handed over, and then slashed out with a sword, breaking the sword intent that Yan Ming was desperately releasing.

A warrior on the top of the mountain who has fallen to the bottom of the mountain, plus a "brand new" Nascent Soul who has lost both arms and his flying sword, can only maintain the situation with difficulty in front of a sword immortal with great combat power.

"Brother, just live on like this. I will definitely die. Just sprinkle some wine on next year's anniversary." Zhang Zhu said with a smile. If the other party was not present as planned, he would have killed Ning Yao with certainty. But now, with the luck of the Sword Qi Great Wall involved, a Dragon Gate Realm cultivator might not be able to achieve the goal. However, as long as Ning Yao was forced to summon the magic sword, both the sword embryo and the magic sword would be destroyed in just one go, and there would be no possibility of repair.

Yan Ming cursed loudly, a string of local dialect coming out of his mouth.

Bai Lianshuang's face was cold, the flesh on his right arm was charred and falling off, leaving only white bones, but in the blink of an eye, he threw another punch.

Zhang Zhu looked at the miserable old woman. If his elder brother had not repeatedly blocked the sword with his body, this warrior who was incompatible with the Great Wall of Sword Qi would have died. He vaguely remembered how cute she looked when she was a girl. It was a pity that the warrior's life was too short and her personality was stubborn. She had to follow the great swordsman Yao as a maid. If she was willing to marry into a wealthy family, she would have been "Mrs. Bai" long ago.

A flash of lightning pierced through the fist, pierced through Yan Ming's abdomen, and then knocked off most of the female warrior's shoulder.

Not far away, the corpse of old man Chen stood up tremblingly and grinned.

"Zhang Jianxian, there is a big surprise. You are a foreigner, why don't you kill him and see how he does it? You still have thirty breaths of time."

A trace of fear emerged on Zhang Zhu's face. He was the last disciple of the Savage Giant, ranked second in the List of Immortal Swordsmen, and an outstanding swordsman in the Jade Pu Realm. His aptitude was second only to that of the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou.

"Here it comes." The old man Chen turned into ashes.

Zhang Zhu was fully focused, and his sword intent transformed into a thunder dragon, circling around to strengthen the defense.

The next second, a black sword pierced through the small world, shattered the Thunder Dragon, and then stabbed into Zhang Zhu's sword cultivator's body from the side of the neck, completely tearing the thunder pool and nailing it to the wall of the alchemy workshop.

Zhang Zhu wanted to get up and escape, but the second moon-colored flying sword arrived and continued to pin his natal infant down with its visible power. The sword-locking talisman attached to the sword body bound the flying sword tightly.

However, the thunder pool world that had been split in two before and the overflowing thunder dragon fragments merged together, and the lightning shot towards the enemy at a rapid speed. If it hit, it would re-expand inside the body and it would not be a problem to destroy a golden elixir, but if it survived, it would also result in a drop in realm.

This full-strength sword strike landed solidly on the enemy, making a sharp thunderous sound, but amidst the thunder, the crisp sound was extremely clear.

The sword light shattered into pieces.

A piece of divine armor that was his life object appeared on Jiang Yuan's body. It was the armor of the god Chenglu and the Mountain Ghost. Combined with the physique of a warrior with perfect energy, he was completely unharmed.

At this point, Zhang Zhu was ready to die, but as soon as this thought arose, it was covered by the hazy moonlight.

The black cruel sword slashed down and cut it vertically, and in the process there were bursts of sounds of wild beasts chewing flesh and bones.

A seal suddenly appeared and was directly stamped on the "Lei Chi" flying sword, eating it with relish.

Jiang Yuan threw out a heavenly talisman of immortal corpse armor, which was stuck on Zhang Zhu's body to peel off his skin, adding the finishing touch. After use, it can materialize a set of corpse armor of the level of magic weapon, which can be maintained by immortal money.

The Moonlight Flying Sword returned along the same route, and Jiang Yuan took away Zhang Zhu's incomplete soul and fed it to the silver ghost next to him.

Meng Shanren's scalp tingled as he witnessed everything that happened. From flesh and blood to soul, if he was defeated in the battle, his fate would be to be completely devoured by someone, without even a trace of residue left.

A sword and a seal, two semi-immortal weapons, were born.

Bai Lianshuang, who was almost half dead, came to the young lady and pinched her wrinkled little face.

"You're not dead, why are you crying? Don't embarrass yourself, young lady." Ning Yao nodded, her expression becoming a little cold.

Twenty breaths later, the formation was broken, and dozens of sword lights scattered everywhere.

The chaos caused by the demon tribe in the sword fighting arena was quelled in the blink of an eye.

The assassination attempt failed, which was a major event in the history of Jianqi Great Wall. The most crucial accident was that a group of children bullied the eldest son of the Yan family.

Yan Ming stared at Yan Zhuo who was still lying on the ground in a daze. He no longer had the energy to sigh. If he couldn't even escape, he'd better not go to the battlefield in the future. He would only die.

Two great swordsmen, a man and a woman, appeared on Ning Yao's left and right.

The man was handsome, his last name was Ning, and he bowed deeply to someone.

The woman was extremely beautiful, her surname was Yao. When she saw Bai Lianshuang's arm, she turned around without saying a word and drew her sword to reduce Zhang Zhu's rotten flesh to ashes. This was both to vent her anger and to cover up some traces left by someone.

"Forty percent of the Dragon Slaying Platform." Jiang Yuan said.

The expressions of the two great sword masters froze at the same time.

……

In the heart of the wilderness, the dynasty’s territory covered tens of thousands of miles.

In Luoyi, the capital city, at the altar of heaven, a middle-aged man was wearing a large fur crown with a left collar and a right lapel, embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, with a dark red background, looking extremely noble. Surrounding him were nine large tripods, and a great demon in the ascending realm was brutally boiled to death. It was one of the ancestors of the Moon Palace species.

On the left hand side, the young man has his face covered with armor and an ordinary iron sword on his waist. His attention is on the flesh and blood platform not far away.

On the right hand side, a girl of about seven or eight years old has a solemn expression, carrying seven rare magic swords on her back. As the sword path rises higher, in the end none of them will be left behind, and only her natal flying sword named "One Sword" can break all magic.

State Master Huo Guo led the civil and military officials to stand on both sides. Among the hundreds of schools of thought, the Agricultural School, the Mohist School and the Art School were at the forefront, even surpassing the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

In the Great Zhou, the champions of martial arts who emerged from 108 martial arts academies performed a set of spectacular boxing techniques. The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven began, and new varieties of grains, important water conservancy tools, and books on numerology were presented one by one and announced publicly by the chief priest of the academy.

The young man handed a copy of the Blood Robe Martial Arts to Huo Guo as a reward for obtaining the Moon Palace Great Demon in the Ascension Realm.

The Blood Robe Martial Arts is based on the Grain Robe Secret Art, except that it adds blood and flesh to the basis of grains. The demon race is inherently strong, and the emerging martial arts no longer pursues realms and qi, but only focuses on strengthening the body. It takes shape very quickly and is extremely difficult to reach the top. In essence, it is the blood evil nourishment for the future Yang God's body.

The King of Zhou was well aware of this. In the long run, the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, but the Zhou Dynasty urgently needed to expand its core combat power and defend its territory. After all, the advancement of the front line meant that the scope of its own geographical advantages would gradually increase, and the area of ​​the dynasty was its Taoist power.

Huo Guo reported the latest developments one by one.

The land was barren. The royal priests personally diverted the rivers and killed countless monsters to irrigate the land with their flesh and blood.

There was a shortage of food. New grains had been planted throughout the territory, and a total of seventeen species of monsters with the strongest reproductive capacity were kept in captivity.

The great monsters were rampant. So far, the emperor had killed eleven of the great monsters of the upper five realms, and the young man had led his troops to break through countless mountain nests.

At the end of the report, a terrifying giant beast tens of thousands of feet tall stood up from the distant mountains. Its flesh and blood were closely integrated with Mohist mechanical techniques. Talismans and magic arrays were engraved all over its body. A position as high as a person was left at the hub, waiting for the appropriate talisman to be replenished.

Billowing smoke and dust covered the sky.

King Zhou and the young man looked into the distance at the same time.

On the ground, an old monk put his hands together and walked towards the Altar of Heaven step by step.

(End of this chapter)