Just became a beast, someone built a sect on my hill

Chapter 73 No.70 Three Zhang Cangzhuo Want to Use Power against Mao?

On the sword boat,

Wang Ye and the others were still chatting.

The life on the boat was a bit boring, so I could only chat to relieve my troubles.

I also met a few "strange power" bastards on the way, but they were all easily dealt with by the sword fairy Wang Qiang.

Although every time after beheading the enemy, Wang Qiang always likes to flick his middle-aged greasy hair, and then come back with a stride.

It's a bit pretentious...

But seeing that the other party acts as a "thug" for free, Wang Ye can still bear this level of handsomeness.

"Haha, don't worry, my uncle and I will help you solve all your problems."

Maori patted his chest and said proudly:

"Although my Qingcheng Sword Sect is not recognized by the Sword Immortals...well, I made a mistake. My uncle won't let me talk nonsense..."

Realizing that he had said the most shameful thing in the most arrogant tone... Maori's voice weakened, he muttered in a low voice, and quickly changed his words.

He patted his chest again, and said proudly, but obviously his momentum was not as good as before: "All the disciples of my Qingcheng Sword Sect believe in nature, and don't believe in righteousness or evil, but as long as we get along, we will be friends."

"Since we are friends, we will definitely protect you!"

Suddenly there was a strange sound from the side of the boat.

Mao Li immediately swung his sword, and the spirit sword flew away with a blue light in it!
Coincidentally, a strange-looking fish just jumped out of the boat.

puff-

The spirit sword pierced into the body of the strange fish.

Under Maori's control, Lingjian is going to turn around and go back and forth.

At this time,

boom!
A huge strange force brewed from the bottom of the sword boat.

"...%&..."

A strange voice sounded, but it was not human.

In a blink of an eye, lightning and flint.

An arm full of spikes protruded from the swamp, and the rancid soil swayed and fell with a "squeak".

Protruding densely with sharp horns, it is brownstone in color, and the mud stained from the swamp is shining with a disgusting color.

"Another 'weird power' bastard?"

It's time for the sword fairy Wang Qiang to perform again?

Snapped!
The huge palm of the monster was spread out, with six fingers in full.

It landed from the sky and slapped Maoli's spirit sword heavily.

Immediately, the spirit sword was thrown into the air, made a half-circle in the air, and hit the place where Mao Li was sitting.

Dangerous!
Mao Li's eyes jumped, and he was a little too late to react.

And this "strange" bastard seems to be far superior to the original one.

It is the strongest monster they have encountered!

A trace of hesitation flashed in Wang Ye's eyes... Should he make a move?
The other party just vowed to protect them...

Will it be embarrassing to make a move at this time...

"Beast!"

Just as Wang Ye was hesitating, a loud shout sounded again.

Came from the sword boat.

The familiar scene seems... to reappear.

Wang Ye let out a low breath, it seemed that he still didn't need to make a move.

But the little old man on the side was obviously disappointed.

Before Wang Qiang stepped on the sword and cut the monster with one sword, he felt very uncomfortable.

This Wang Qiang does have two brushes, but can Daojun make a move?
Can Daojun take a shot and look at Shu Shuang?

After that, it got even worse, this little sword fairy Mao Li, is going to make a move?

What a guy... But the little old man was suppressed, although the other party had good intentions, but in the eyes of the little old man who has seen the sky-high cultivation, it is no longer a question of whether he can stand on the stage.

It's just funny...

In the cabin, Wang Qiang stepped out with his sword again, and flew over quickly.

At the moment when the monster's flying spirit sword was about to hit Maori—

Driven by the huge blue wind spiritual power on Wang Qiang's body, the sleeves of his robe are bulging, and the beard on his chin is divided into eight characters by itself, flowing with the wind...

Not so chic!

"Bah!"

Wang Qiang snorted, and there was sword energy between his fingers.

Use your finger as a sword!

When it comes to illness, it's fast!
He stabbed the sword impartially.

Boom!
The crisp sound came out in an instant.

The corner of Wang Qiang's mouth glanced slightly, he could act aggressive again, and was ready to brush his hair.

boom!
The spirit sword seemed... to explode under the addition of Wang Qiang's sword energy.

(But in fact, the quality of the spirit sword was too low to withstand the power of the two parties and burst into pieces)

Immediately afterwards, the moment Wang Qiang raised his left hand and touched his hair,
The whole body, including the person and clothes, was thrown out.

Boom!
The entire figure hit the cabin.

Wang Qiang's left hand, which was supposed to lift his hair, didn't do it, but it came in handy.

Covering his chest with his left hand, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood at the corner of the mouth overflowed the little beard at the corner of Wang Qiang's mouth.

His blood-colored beard, which had just been splayed into a figure-splayed beard, seemed overshadowed.

"Cough cough..." Wang Qiang leaned against the eaves of the boat, coughed up a mouthful of bloody sputum, and said eagerly: "Mao Li, call your senior brother and take them to run! Pfft..."

Furious and angry, Wang Qiang vomited blood again at the accelerated speed of speech!

He understood that they might have really... encountered a "weird" tribe.

Right now, this monster belongs to the peak distraction state like him.

But he couldn't even catch the opponent's slap!
Even though Mao Li was barely saved, Wang Qiang understood that he had no strength to fight anymore.

"Uncle-"

Seeing Wang Qiang's seriously injured appearance, Mao Li was frightened and let out a sound.

Uncle Master was trying to save him...that's why he ended up like this.

On weekdays, Uncle Wang Qiang gave him many admonitions, but Mao Li understood that it was his love for him.

If it's not your relatives, they won't be bothered to say a word about you!

"...((×))..."

The monster made a strange sound again.

Hateful hands, grasping the boat.

Bang!
In the swamp, the stabbing sound sounded again.

A pointed brown substance protruded from it, rising...

And on this sharp corner, there are densely packed small thorns, which makes people panic!

"Mud Ridge is magnificent!"

The little old man was holding a wooden staff, his eyes were shining brightly.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Seeing that no one moved, Wang Qiang roared angrily!

puff……

This time, blood spilled and splashed all over the place.

Half of the ground of the sword boat was dyed blood red.

"Monster, I'm fighting with you!"

Maori raised his fist, his eyes turned red.

But before taking Maoli to take half a step, the other fist that was not raised was pulled.

Mao Li froze, turned his head and saw that it was his senior brother Cang Zhuo.

"Maoli, you take them away, I'll come!"

Cang Zhuo's handsome face and steady voice remained unchanged...but it was flustered and desolate.

The master uncle is at the peak of the divine realm, and he is only one step away from enlightenment, but he is defeated by the opponent.

If he did this, he would die.

However, together with the Sword Immortals, there is something to be done and something not to be done!

Born by nature!

This is the foundation of the Qingcheng Sword Sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Now that you have encountered a strong enemy, do your best.

They would not disdain to do some despicable things, such as throwing the three of Wang and Ye here as human shields, and then escaped by themselves.

"I don't! Brother, run away!"

Maori said stubbornly.

"No... Mao Li," Cang Zhuo smiled slightly, as if he was the last consolation before death: "Your talent is better than mine, you go!"

"Can……"

Maori was in a hurry, but he couldn't think of any more rebuttal words for a while.

And at this moment, there is no room for delay for half a second!
Cang Zhuo's face suddenly became serious, although the two of them were in the same realm, Cang Zhuo's cultivation was still much more advanced than Mao Li's.

And more importantly, Cang Zhuo has a sword!
He wants to use power against Mao!
"Hey……"

Watching the two brothers and sisters fight for "life and death", and it's such a shameful thing to die... Do you want to use force?
This made Wang Ye feel a little bit unbearable. He was afraid that his eyes would be dirty, so he took a step forward and sighed!
(End of this chapter)