My Internet Café In Another World

Boom!

Everyone's ears were filled with the sound of an explosion.

It's like thunder on the ground.

All of them just felt that their ears were buzzing, and a feeling of dizziness and eye swelling immediately occupied their heads.

What happened?

The people present felt that their thoughts were about to stop. They almost subconsciously looked in the direction of the loud noise

I saw a huge mushroom cloud exploding in the sky, and the debris of countless vines splashed away.

In a flash, the world changed color.

The sky above everyone's head is covered with dust and dross. It seems that all the smoke and dust are blown away by the blow of the waves. Only his place is not covered by smoke and dust. The golden sunlight sprinkles on his fist, which makes him look like the God of heaven.

One punch, break the deadly vine all over the sky!

All the people of Shenyao sect were dumbfounded.

Outsiders may know that the vine magic tools they released are a great consumption, but they only know how expensive these copper coin vines are when they are refined by themselves.

Every copper coin vine needs at least three years of refining by a strong man in the foundation period. However, it is impossible for a man in the foundation period not to eat, drink and sleep for three years, and constantly refining this magic sword. Therefore, the real refining time is usually about five years. If it is the refining of the realm of gas refining, this time will multiply.

The refined weapons are only one-time magic weapons, which belong to the type of bottom card. If Shen Lang had not provoked this giant on the cruise ship, even the God medicine sect would not have sacrificed one of the bottom cards directly.

Such a card, often one, in the battle between the same realm, can instantly tell the outcome, but they did not expect that in front of the waves was so unbearable.

So many of them, nearly 200 copper coin vines were thrown out, but they were smashed by Shen Lang!?

"It's impossible!" Shenyao Zongyan looked at his painstaking efforts for decades. Under Shen Lang's white fist, he was as vulnerable as paper paste. He was so staring that his eyes were about to come out.

Most of the people in Shenyao sect have this look, even worse.

The people of shenyaozong were in a tremendous blow, but the flying swords of wanjianzong, which had already been ready to go outside, were already on the way and had to go.

"Let it go

With the shrill drink of the bony old man, the true Qi of the sword practitioners around him condensed again, and the whole twenty flying swords gathered together and suddenly killed Shen Langfei. For a moment, the white rainbow became one, even over the shining sun. On the contrary, the white awn formed by the twenty flying swords was more dazzling.

Wanjianzong's flying sword is famous in Changrong city and even the whole South China Sea.

People of wanjianzong always refine a flying sword in their whole life. Even after the foundation period, they will refine their own flying sword. No matter what they do, as long as it's not an absolute severe battle, they will bring this flying sword into their body, and use their own spiritual power to create an environment for the flying sword and keep it warm.

When we really need to fight against the enemy, the flying sword is released and can fly for several miles to kill the enemy. It is a real sharp weapon to kill everything, and the ferocity of the flying sword goes deep into every Friar's heart.

Shen Lang shook his head lightly.

The way these people control the flying sword is a little too old.

Apart from other things, it's very primitive to store the flying sword in the body. They don't have a small Luotian world like the waves. It's estimated that they have to open up a suitable place for the tempering of the flying sword. I don't know how much damage it will do to their bodies.

In fact, their way is a little similar to that of Shushan Xianjian sect, but they all keep swords. Wanjianzong keeps swords by people, while Shushan Xianjian sect keeps swords by people. They also keep swords in their body, but they keep Yijian.

With one's heart moving, the immortal sword sect has become its own, just like the immortal method, which has made Shushan immortal sword sect stand on the top of the Wulin for thousands of years, and has an unshakable supreme position of the dynasty.

Therefore, these swordsmanship, in front of Shen Lang, who has practiced Shushan swordsmanship, seems too trivial.

"Is that what you rely on? How dare you challenge me with these

A scornful smile appeared in Shen Lang's eyes, but since he had already bullied his head, he would not be merciful. His hand flicked gently, just like playing a string in the void. Every time his finger moved, a touch of brilliance appeared in the sky.

In this flash of brilliance, there is a shadow of a flying sword. The flying sword turns into ten, and ten turns into hundred. With the waves, the fingers flick gently, and instantly spread all over the sky.

At last, Shen Lang flicked his hand lightly, and the flying swords in the sky turned to the twenty flying swords.

In front of the thousands of Italian swords of the shenlang commander, the twenty flying swords were as small as moths to the fire."Chop!"

Shen Lang put his palm in front of his chest, made a hand knife, and gently made a stroke into the empty air.

I have a sword, when cut the world!

With the falling of the sword, thousands of swords fell down in the sky, as if there were thousands of empty palms accusing them.

Boom.

The sound of thunder on the ground exploded again beside the ears of those present.

They felt that thousands of swords were cutting down in the void. It seemed that the earth was shaking and the void was cut a long way.

Twenty flying swords were directly wrapped in this invisible opening.

Twenty flying swords are fierce and vigorous, but they are like a boat in the vast sea. A big wave is coming, and they are swallowed up in an instant.

There was not even a ripple.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Twenty core figures of wanjianzong suddenly covered their hearts, and each of them spewed out a mouthful of black blood, and their pupils exploded, as if they were going to die suddenly.

"It's, it's, it's impossible."

There was an elder with black blood in his mouth, looking at the direction of the waves in despair.

"Feijian, you broke up with me! This is the flying sword that I have been keeping for 120 years! How can we just lose track of it! "

The soul mark on the flying sword was directly erased, and his spirit was also seriously damaged. He was dizzy and wanted to fall, but his heart was still like a sea of horror.