Swordsman of the World

Chapter 37 Harvest
"Huh, huh, huh!" Yang Dong panted heavily, covered in cold sweat from fright, tightly clenched the star sword with his left hand, looking at the Thunderhorn Python that fell to the ground, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Almost, almost he died.

Thanks to two things, Sword Soul Pill and that completely transparent dagger.

That transparent dagger, controlled by the Void Sword Soul and combined with the sword energy of the stars, caused fatal injuries to the Thunderhorn Python silently. Of course, this is also the reason why Yang Dong has been attacking the Thunderhorn Python's weakness before.

He looked at the Sword of Stars, the Soul of Devouring Sword used it to devour a large amount of lightning, and there was a faint feeling that it was about to collapse, but it seemed that it was still on the edge, and it was not really about to collapse.

But just now, when he resisted the thunderstorm, his hands were also hit by the electric light, and there were blood holes, which was terrifying.

Yang Dong was not in a hurry to heal his wounds. He walked over and confirmed that the Thunderhorn Python was dead. The blood seal token had absorbed its blood energy. This mouthful of blood energy was obviously much stronger, comparable to a monster in the realm of a sword master, and the reward was much greater.

He felt for a long time about seven inches away from the Thunderhorn Python, and he came across the transparent dagger.

"That old man, although he cheated me so much of my tuition fees, the assassination dagger he gave me is quite good. I will thank him when I go back." Yang Dong cherishedly wiped off the blood on the dagger, and put it away.

The Thunder Horn of this Thunder Horn Python is a treasure, especially for the monks of the Thunder Sword Soul, it can be used to forge magic weapons, and it can also be used for cultivation, which is of great benefit.

Yang Dong pulled it out and put it away, it was his spoils of war.

As for the thick scales of the Thunderhorn Python, he is not interested, because it takes a lot of effort to peel the skin, he is just lazy and willful.

Yang Dong thought for a while, picked up a piece of cloth, wrote 'Xing Chenzi bestows on those who are destined', and left with a smile.

Not long after, a person came here, under the moonlight, his face was cold, and his whole body exuded air-conditioning, Yang Dong must be shouting here, isn't this Yang Le?Why is he here too?
"I heard thunder here just now, why is it gone now?" Yang Le muttered as he walked.

"Huh? It's a big python with four legs. Is this a thunderhorn python?" Yang Le ran over in surprise, then picked up the piece of fabric, and was horrified after seeing it: "Xingchenzi? Benedict? Grace!"

Yang Le yelled loudly twice, but there was no response, so he sighed: "I didn't expect my benefactor to be here, it's really fate, since my benefactor gave it to me, then I will not be polite, if this body of scales is made into a soft armor , can resist the sword master's initial blow, it cannot be wasted."

Yang Dong didn't expect Yang Le to be here, of course, he wouldn't care if he knew about it.

The mountains in the dark night are dangerous, not only for yourself, but also for others.

Yang Dong took a short rest and started to act again. He happened to meet a group of sword cultivators who were being chased and beaten by spider spirits.

This group of eight people turned out to be in the realm of sword masters.

Apparently, the team at the crossing of the river was disrupted. The rule of a team with a dozen swordsmen led by one swordsman no longer existed. In order to survive, these swordsmen also gathered together.

That spider spirit is particularly huge, bigger than an elephant, and its main body is actually a human body, except for the spider form underneath.The upper torso is no different from that of an ordinary woman, naked, with two bulging hillocks swaying on her chest.

This is a quasi-big monster that is about to advance. Once the spiritual consciousness is opened, it gets rid of the instinct of primitive creatures. The monster cannot be called a beast, but a big monster.

This spider spirit is afraid that after a period of practice, he will become a great monster comparable to Jianzong.

And the sword cultivators who were chased by it were all in a panic. Yang Dong had sharp eyes and saw that the spider spirit had already killed several sword masters. Fortunately, the spider spirit was not fast, and in the dense forest, there were many obstacles. Only people can escape the catastrophe.

Yang Dong, a swordsman in the middle stage of swordsman, is going up to die?He could only sigh secretly, wishing you good luck.

But he was surprised to find that the eight sword masters rushed towards him at the same time, as if they wanted to sacrifice themselves to give them more time to escape.

Yang Dong cursed and ran back after him.

"Boy, don't run away, hurry up and help me, I am the Lord of White Clothes City."

"City Lord, you are paralyzed!" Yang Dong yelled, in this case, the official position of the court is useful?

But soon he discovered a problem, he couldn't run enough for these eight bastards!The sword master, whose body is fused with the sword soul, has a qualitative leap in physical fitness, and runs extremely fast for his life, and Yang Dong is quickly left behind.

The city lord chuckled, "Young man, you are brave enough to block this spider spirit for us. What's your name? I will definitely take care of your wife and children later and repay you."

"Damn it!" Yang Dong saw the eight sword masters running away ahead, his teeth itching with anger.

Swish, a sharp knife-like spider claw suddenly fell beside him. If the knife is solid, it will be dead.

The spider spirit had already given up on the swordsman in front and set his sights on him, the slowest little swordsman.

Fight!

As soon as Yang Dong gritted his teeth, he turned over and rolled, the spider spirit rushed forward, flew into the air, turned back hurriedly, and waved his driving hand, a ball of white spider silk shot towards him.

Yang Dong squinted his eyes, stepped forward, took a deep breath, and held the Star Sword in his hand.

The Star Sword has just absorbed the Thunderhorn Python's full power strike Thunderstorm, this is his strongest move, once released, it may create a gap for him to escape.

Boom, another muffled thunder in the dark night, the sound was deafening.

I saw a piece of finger-thick white lightning clattering, instantly illuminating the surroundings. The lightning was released from the Star Sword, and all hit the spider spirit's human torso.

"Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'" the spider soldier was hit on the hands and shoulders unawares, screaming incessantly.

The sharp knife-like claws frantically flicked and attacked indiscriminately, and the monster in pain would become particularly manic. Yang Dong took this opportunity to run away in a hurry.

With lingering fear, he hid in a tree and gasped for breath.

"The most dangerous thing is not monsters, but people." Yang Dong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and almost died there just now.

Of course, Devouring Sword Soul can devour this spider creature, but that is like opening the seal, Devouring Sword Soul greatly enhances the desire to devour everything, and even affects Yang Dong's will, causing him to lose control.

In the end, Yang Dong was reduced to the same tragic end as the three owners of the Devouring Sword Soul in history.

Now Devouring Sword Soul only devours the pure power of stars, attacking power, has been in a flat state, has no effect on Yang Dong's will, Yang Dong is the most satisfied.

Therefore, he will not let Devouring Sword Soul go berserk and out of control unless it is absolutely necessary.

The spider spirit ran away in a frenzy. Yang Dong returned to the place just now, and saw five dead sword masters, all of whom had been disembowelled. The death condition was extremely miserable. Yang Dong endured the nausea and checked, but he did not find Aunt Lian. A little peace of mind.

Um?something on them...

Yang Dong hurried forward and collected the magical artifacts, sword soul stones, spiritual sources, and elixir from these people one by one.

"Now it's time to make money." Yang Dong was so excited, he didn't expect to be able to make a dead money.

Yang Dong said to the five corpses: "Seniors, I sympathize with your misfortune. I will take away your things and I will bury you and erect tombstones for you. Rest in peace."

"Hey, kid, it's no surprise that you survived."

Suddenly, a frivolous question came from behind.

Yang Dong turned around in surprise, and saw that the eight people who had fled earlier had also turned back. From the look in their eyes, he knew that they were thinking about the things on their companions.

"Hey, you have some skills, you can hurt that spider spirit." The eight people walked up with crooked mouths and evil smiles.

Yang Dong frowned, put his hand on the Star Sword, and said: "If I can hurt it, I can also hurt you."

"Really? Then how many can you attack at the same time? Could it be that you still have three heads and six arms?" Several sword masters smiled and continued to surround them.

Yang Dong was in a difficult situation. The opponent's eight sword masters had an absolute advantage, so he had no chance of winning.

The people in front of him would never let him take all the benefits to himself. He hesitated for a moment, took a bag of spiritual sources, left everything else behind, and turned around to leave.

"Hmph, you're a smart kid, haha." The eight people looked at each other and smiled, then quickly gathered together and began to divide the spoils, even ignoring their companion's corpse.

Yang Dong only got a bag of spiritual sources, although he was unwilling and he had no choice but to fight hard just now, he was a little sleepy, so he found a tree and climbed up to rest for a while.

Sitting cross-legged on the tree trunk, he began to absorb the power of the stars, recovering his vitality little by little.

"Huh?" When Yang Dong opened his eyes again, it was already dawn. He felt that it was a very short samadhi, but he didn't expect that one night had passed.

There are still two days before the next ferry pick-up in Baiyi City. As the front line to resist the violent beast tide, if everyone can't occupy the area by the river, I'm afraid there won't even be a ferry to go back.

Yang Dong swallowed a bigu pill, then turned over and got off the tree.

He stood under the tree and hesitated for a moment, then returned to the position of the five sword cultivators who were killed by the spider spirit yesterday. These five sword cultivators were not taken care of by their companions, and if they were not buried quickly, they would become monster beasts. If there is food in the belly, there will be no peace after death.

Yang Dong dug five pits, buried these people, and then walked away.

There are not many monsters in the mountains during the day, but they are not absent. Yang Dong is still looking for the Yimu Dryad. He needs the essence of the Taiyi Jingmu on the Yimu Dryad.

At noon, the sound of sword skills colliding attracted Yang Dong.

Yang Dong went over to have a look, fate!
Isn't it that the eight almost were his sword masters last night?Unfortunately, they were entangled by more than a dozen Yimu dryads, and they were obviously at a disadvantage.

The appearance of Yang Dong immediately made the eight people boil, as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, they all shouted.

"Boy, come and help!"

"Help me, I'll give you the spiritual source, many, many."

"Little brother, I will give you all my things, come and help me quickly."

Yang Dong could see that each of them was entangled by two Yimu dryads, and they couldn't get away at all. They told him to go over, but they just wanted to step on their own corpses to escape.

Thinking of how yesterday they led the spider spirit to his vicious heart in order to survive, Yang Dong's face sank like water, and his heart was like ice.

"Sorry, I'm just passing by, and I don't intend to take credit from you." Yang Dong said lightly, then hid aside and watched.

The faces of the eight sword masters suddenly became angry, and the city lord gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard, you are still so cold in front of the enemy?"

"I remember you. When I kill these tree demons, I will tear you to pieces."

"Little bastard, I remember your appearance. Hmph, I am the Lord of White Clothes City. When I escape from here, I will kill you... Ah! Fellow Daoist Fang, you, what are you doing here?"

Fang Daoyou chuckled: "This is a magical power borrowed from me. City Lord Luo, I will take a step first. Please come to the rear for me. I will take good care of your newlywed wife and will not treat her badly."

"You! You... Pfft." A thick dryad pierced through the body of the city lord, and immediately scattered countless branches and leaves, frantically absorbing his vitality. The moment he took a breath, he was dead.

(End of this chapter)