Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Xiahou Tianwu stared intently at Yan Chixia's eyes, only to find that his eyes had indeed lost the sharpness of before, only indifference and freedom remained.

"You have lost your sword intent, and you are no longer worthy of being called a swordsman."

Finally, Xiahou Tianwu slowly withdrew the sword in his hand: "I will not come to you again in the future."

"I can't ask for it." Yan Chixia looked relaxed.

However, what he didn't expect was that Xiahou Tianwu turned his eyes away from him and fixed on Su Mo: "Who are you?"

"This is Su Mo, my good friend, who is a cultivator." Yan Chixia quickly explained: "He is not a swordsman."

"No, you are a swordsman!"

Xiahou Tianwu's eyes suddenly became hot: "I can feel a shocking sharpness in you, I think your swordsmanship is even higher than Yan Chixia!"

Su Mo looked at him without speaking, but a strange look appeared on his face.

This guy is indeed the number one swordsman among mortals, and his intuition is so sensitive.

But that sharp aura was not sword intent, but the real energy in his chest.

Seeing the two fighting just now, Su Mo was also a little moved, and the real qi in his chest naturally boiled slightly.

To be honest, Yan Chixia panicked.

Firstly, he was afraid that Xiahou would anger Su Mo, and secondly, he was also afraid that Su Mo's attack would be indiscriminate, and he would kill Xiahou at once.

After all, they have been fighting for nearly ten years, so there is some friendship in the end.

However, before he could dissuade him, Xiahou had already drawn out his sword with a clang, pointing at Su Mo from a distance: "Sword out!"

"Fellow Daoist Su..." Yan Chixia looked at Su Mo nervously.

However, he saw Su Mo with a smile on his face, and said softly, "Have you figured it out?"

"What is there to think about?" Xiahou Tianwu trembled with the long sword in his hand: "Sword out!"

"Fellow Daoist Su, you can just use my sword." Yan Chixia handed over her sword.

It's not to help Su Mo, but to restrict Su Mo.

He was afraid that if Su Mo opened his mouth, hundreds of flying swords would cut Xiahou Tianwu into pieces.

"No need."

However, Su Mo waved his hand, naturally lowered his right hand, extended his sword finger, and walked slowly towards Xiahou Tianwu.

Xiahou Tianwu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

It was okay to be humiliated by Yan Chixia before, but now this young man dares to humiliate himself?

He scolded in a low voice, stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, and rushed towards Su Mo after the long sword.

Su Mo didn't dodge or evade, he just stopped his progress and stood where he was.

when--

The clear and crisp sword chant sounded.

Under Xiahou Tianwu's shocking gaze, Su Mo just raised his hand, his true qi condensed, he bent his two fingers, and flicked hard!

At this moment, the long sword broke...

The violent power was transmitted to his hand along the broken sword, and then transmitted to his body through the arm.

puff--

A mouthful of blood gushed out.

Like a bird with a broken wing, Xiahou Tianwu jumped up and smashed a tree trunk hard. After sliding on the ground for more than ten meters, he stopped.

There were dark red bloodstains along the way, mixed with a few iron sword fragments.

"This... this... poof—"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Xiahou Tianwu leaned on the broken sword and stood up tremblingly: "Are you... a sword?"

Su Mo raised two fingers towards him: "Why can't this be considered a sword?"

The sun shone down and fell on Su Mo's fingertips.

Xiahou Tianwu's eyes were in a trance for a while, suddenly, he seemed to see a small golden sword blade.

After a long time, he smiled miserably: "I...I lost!"

He had been defeated by Yan Chixia before, but he was still entangled because the two were similar, and Yan Chixia needed a lot of effort to defeat him, which made him think he had a chance to catch up.

But today's Su Mo... used two fingers to tell him what true despair is!

Barely recovering some of his true energy, Xiahou Tianwu took the broken sword and walked towards the distance in a daze.

Yan Chixia looked at his staggering back, and sighed, "Oh, fellow Daoist Su's finger completely shattered his martial arts heart."

Su Mo looked at the sun that had not yet set in the sky, and said with a smile, "I just saved his life."

Yan Chixia was a little puzzled, but she didn't ask any more questions after all, and made an inviting gesture towards Su Mo: "Although this ancient temple is dilapidated, there are a few good rooms inside, and it can be accommodated with a little tidying up. Fellow Daoist Su is here." A few days of grievances."

"Not to mention grievances, if you can discuss the Tao with people of the same faith, even a ruined temple is comparable to a mansion."

"Hahahaha... Fellow Daoist Su is also a wonderful person!"

.........

This is an antique room with luxurious decoration and exquisite carvings, like the boudoir of a young lady from a wealthy family in ancient times.

A woman in red was kneeling and sitting in front of a vanity mirror, while a woman in green was combing her hair carefully.

"Meet grandma!"

A series of shouts suddenly came from outside.

The woman in red turned pale, and fear flashed in her eyes.

The woman in Tsing Yi held her hand and said softly: "Remember Xiaoqian, when grandma comes over later, try not to speak, I will try my best to intercede for you!"

"Thank you Xiaoqing!" Nie Xiaoqian held Xiaoqing's hand instead.

"Who made us sisters.".

Chapter 473

Before the words were finished, the wooden door was opened by two girls dressed as maids.

A cold wind blows in from the outside, and the red curtain at the window undulates. A woman in a golden embroidered robe slowly walks in.

She had golden finger cots on her hands, the back of her robe was long and dragged on the ground, her hair was tied into a high crown, her eyes were serious, and her face was majestic.

Xiaoqing, who was still full of confidence before, also lowered her head now, with a bit of fear unconsciously on her face.

"Xiaoqian." The woman looked at the woman in red who was kneeling in front of the bronze mirror: "Come here."

Nie Xiaoqian didn't dare to disobey, she stood up and walked slowly in front of the woman.

Snapped--

A crisp sound.

The woman raised her hand high, and slapped Nie Xiaoqian hard on the face, until she knelt down on the ground, covering her cheeks and trembling.

"You are so brave!"

The woman looked at Nie Xiaoqian viciously, and scolded angrily: "I want you to marry the old demon of Montenegro. Even the wedding dress is prepared for you, but you dare to escape back?"

"Do you look down on the Montenegro old demon, or do you take my words as wind?"

As she spoke, she raised her right hand, and a vine grew out of thin air, forming a whip about as thick as a baby's arm in her hand.

"Grandma! Grandma don't want it!"

Xiaoqing rushed over and grabbed the woman's right hand.

"What?" The 12 women looked at her: "Even you want to fight against me?"

"Xiaoqing dare not!"

Xiaoqing quickly let go of her hand, took a few steps back, lowered her head and said quickly, "It's not that sister Xiaoqian asked for it back privately, but because there was a riot in the City of Death!"

"Ok?"

The woman frowned: "Trouble? On the territory of the old demon of Montenegro, there are also those who dare not open their eyes and dare to make trouble?"

The old black mountain demon itself is a black mountain in the underworld. He has cultivated for thousands of years and devoured countless ghosts. Now he has escaped from the underworld and came to the mortal world. He can almost dominate the demons.

"It's three human monks."

Xiaoqing quickly said: "One is Yan Chixia..."

"Yan Chixia?" Before she could speak, she was interrupted by the woman.

Anger flickered in her eyes: "This stinky Taoist priest is ruining my good deeds again!"

"Who else?"

"There is also a young man in white clothes, about his early twenties." Xiaoqing recalled, "The last one is a little monk, who seems to be called Shifang, but this little monk is useless."

"The main ones who disturbed the City of Death are the boy in white and Yan Chixia."

A pensive look flashed across the woman's face, but she did not speak.

The Black Mountain old demon was first beaten up by the Yellow Turban Lux and Su Mo, and then exposed to the sun. Now he was injured and recuperating, so the tree demon has not received any news yet.

Xiaoqing knelt on the ground: "Grandma, it's not that Xiaoqian wants to escape privately, it's actually that old Black Mountain demon who was injured by a few of them together and has fallen into madness. It’s the ones in the ghost building.”

"If Xiaoqian stays here again, I'm afraid she will be swallowed by the old Black Mountain demon."

"Grandma, you want to use Xiaoqian to establish a good relationship with the old demon of Montenegro. If she disappears without knowing why, your plan will come to nothing."

Listening to Xiaoqing's justification, the woman's face finally eased a lot.

She put away the whip in her hand, and looked at Xiaoqian coldly: "I will forgive you this time, if you dare to act privately next time, I will let you taste what torture is."

Xiaoqian nodded quickly, and Xiaoqing also heaved a long sigh of relief.

The woman turned around and walked outside. When she reached the door, she suddenly paused, then turned her head and said, "Since you two are back, you just go to help me get some men here. Grandma, I haven't had any blood for the past few days." , very hungry."

After speaking, he left the room without looking back.

"Xiaoqian, are you okay?"

Seeing her grandma leaving, Xiaoqing hurried over, and asked with some worry: "You used a lot of strength to escape from the city of death before, and now you have to bear grandma's slap, you..."

"I am fine."

Xiaoqian looked down at her somewhat transparent body, and said with a bitter smile: "Actually, sometimes I think about it, if I really lose my soul like this, it might be a good thing, at least I don't have to endure bullying or torture."

"Don't think so." Xiaoqing hurriedly hugged her: "You are gone, what should I do?"

"Miss Xiaoqing, you..."

Xiaoqing shook her head: "It's better not to talk about it, let's go find the prey quickly, if we can't find blood food, grandma will punish me again."

.........

In Lanruo Temple.

Seeing the paper figurines busy up and down in the room, Yan Chixia's eyes flashed with astonishment: "Fellow Daoist Su has so many and powerful methods, what kind of magic is this?"

"The art of paper figurines is just a small way." Su Mo smiled casually, looking at the completely new room in front of him.

Beds, tables and chairs, and even teapots and cups can all be made of white paper. Therefore, in a short period of time, the dilapidated house has become neat and clean, with all kinds of furniture readily available.

This made Yan Chixia a little ashamed.

During the gap between the conversations, the tea on the stove had already been boiled. Su Mo sat at the table and sent two paper figurines to fill up the cups: "How can we chat without tea, fellow Taoist Yan, please."

After the initial shock, Yan Chixia got used to it now, sat down at the table and held up her teacup: "After all, it is orthodox in the immortal sect. Such a method is beyond the imagination of a savage like me."

"As long as you can slay demons and eliminate demons, and keep your original heart, you will be in the same sect of righteousness. There is no difference between the sect of immortality and the sect of immortality."

It's fine to talk politely, and Yan Chixia naturally wouldn't take it seriously.