The Global Human Body: Starting with Tom the Swordsman

Under the leadership of Feijian, ten thousand flying swords covered the army of monsters that were still surging.

Between the heavens and the earth, for a moment, only the sharp roar of Feijian and the wailing of the dying monsters could be heard.

"too strong!"

The monks on the top of the city watched this scene dumbfounded, full of admiration.

Brother Baiwu, you Niu Boyi, your damage is really not low.

When all the ten thousand flying swords fell, the demon cloud covering the sky had already disintegrated, and only one or two monsters that were good at speed flew away early.

All that was left was the corpses of monsters all over the floor.

Hundreds of miles outside Juye City, all the monsters bowed their heads!

Blood enough to gather into a river has been sprinkled into this land, nourishing this wilderness.

It can be clearly seen that next year this wilderness will be full of bumper crops.

Bai Wu's body landed on the top of the city, smiling and nodding towards the monks.

"Hello."

A group of people hastily responded respectfully:

"Hello, senior Baiwu, hello."

"This matter happened because of me. If these monsters make a comeback again, they can come to Jianshou Peak to find me."

A group of people twitched their mouths when they heard the words, and their eyes couldn't help looking at the endless monster corpses outside the city.

Making a comeback?

You have wiped out more than half of the monsters in the western region, and they may not be able to recover in a hundred years. How can they make a comeback?

Dirt?

It's just that at the moment they are naturally full of praise.

Bai Wu glanced at the two monks of the Pure Land Temple in the crowd, noticed his gaze, and many people felt a thump in their hearts and were about to speak.

Bai Wu shook his head.

The real monk came out, what kind of flowers will the fake monk hiding in the closed temple bloom in the future?

He didn't say much, and once again drove the sword light and flew towards the south.

He had a feeling that this missionary journey might have come to an end.

Taking advantage of this last bit of time, he was going to kill the culprit who caused Jianshou Peak to look like it is today.

Chapter 198 Impossible, our king is not so flat!

Not long after Bai Wu left, a large piece of brilliance flew from the east of the land towards the Demon Rejecting City.

As the field of vision zoomed in, it was a spaceship.

The deck of the flying boat was full of serious-looking monks.

After discussing with many sects, the practice community decided not to give the demons a chance to occupy the territory of the human race. Once the land in the western region retreats, it will take many years to regain it.

Therefore, when the call was issued, monks stood up independently and came to the flying boat.

This battle must be as tragic as the one more than ten years ago.

There is no retreat, only war!

When the monster rejection city appeared in the sight of everyone on the flying boat, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that they came in time, and the army of demons did not invade the demon city.

However, as the flying boat slowly approached, when the wilderness outside the western wall of Juyao City slowly emerged from the horizon, everyone was stunned.

Huge monster corpses lay down on the wilderness, none of them had a complete body, the broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and the blood of the monster was soaked into the ground!

Looking around, it's all like this!

And judging by the steaming corpse, this battle had just happened not long ago.

Many people put their eyes on the hundreds of monks at the top of the demon city, looking at them in disbelief.

Just these people, beheaded this vast demon?

Is the world too crazy, or is the mouse the cat's bridesmaid?

Some monks couldn't hold back the doubts in their hearts, so they flew to the top of the city and asked.

After learning that all of this was done by Bai Wu, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the beaver.

If it were another monk from the four realms, some people would doubt the authenticity, but since the Kendo Association, the word Baiwu has become a symbol of invincibility.

One person killed three thousand monsters with one sword, including eighteen monsters in the third realm, and countless monsters in the second realm. Well, the real beaver...

Forget it, no more beavers, find a corner and go slowly, is this something that humans can do?

......

Ze country in the south.

There is a small pond with a radius of less than a hundred feet. Lush aquatic plants grow by the side of the pond, and two little demons are chatting.

A little loach monster is lying on the water plants, with its legs crossed and a tender stalk of water plants in its mouth, looking at the sky full of longing:

"I don't know when I will be like the king, with pure blood, and a carp leaping over the dragon's gate."

"The king hasn't become a dragon yet, he's only in the third realm, and even the great king Chijiao hasn't turned into a dragon yet."

A little crab demon next to it wondered.

Unlike normal crabs, this one has no claws.

But instead of being sad about it, it found a benefit:

When other little demons ask it for help, it can use its lack of pincers to get rid of it.

"It's also possible."

The little loach looked at the sky.

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in the sky, and it became bigger and bigger in its eyes, and finally it fell on the muddy ground by the pond with great momentum, and the huge impact instantly smashed the object into pieces. A spread of meatloaf.

The two little demons jumped up and rushed to the table of meatloaf in a hurry.

The long body is dressed in black armor, and there is a small black horn on the suspected head.

"Loach, why does this thing look so much like our king?"

The crab demon tapped the crab shell with one foot and asked in doubt.

"Impossible, our king is not so flat."

The little loach demon said very positively.

The water surface of the small pond trembled suddenly, as if it had turned into a fountain and sprayed water upwards.

Not only this pond, but waters with a radius of hundreds of miles rose up.

"This is, the Great King Chijiao has come out?"

The two little monsters were startled, and quickly hid among the aquatic plants.

The last time the King Chijiao came out, he swallowed hundreds of monsters. Their previous king, the Catfish King, was swallowed.

Why are you coming out this time?

"Bai Wu, I have no intention of fighting with you. As long as you leave quickly, I can let go of the past if you kill thousands of demons in Ze Country."

In the rising waters, a long red shadow is looming, and a pair of bright yellow eyes, which are a little bigger than the windows of ordinary people, are very conspicuous in the waters.

He stared at a human monk surrounded by the waters, his tone full of fear.

This is already the depths of Ze Country, and ordinary monks dare not go deep here.

The one who can step here is naturally the white mist who came to look for the red flood dragon.

Chijiao was hiding in Daze, and he couldn't be found unless he showed up, so Bai Wu had no choice but to kill him so that he came out on his own initiative.

It has been five days since he entered Ze Country.

And his behavior has long been widely circulated in the practice world.

At this moment, hundreds of miles away from here, there are a large number of monks watching the movement here.

"The Chijiao finally came out."

"If you don't come out, Senior Baiwu will kill all the demons in Zeguo."

"Born as a human race, you should be like Senior Bai Wu!"

Bai Wu looked at the hundred-foot-long scarlet flood dragon. At first glance, it looked like a real dragon. It looked like the ancient dragon totem of the Xia Kingdom.

But people are people, dragons are dragons, and they deserve to die.

The blood of Jianshou Peak from 500 years ago must be repaid with the life of this dragon.

Pull out the dragon's tendons, pull out the dragon's bones, and peel off the dragon's skin!

"Today, either you die, or you die!"

Bai Wu shouted in a cold voice, and the flying sword he named Xiao Jian charged towards Chi Jiao.

The Chijiao didn't speak any more, but with its magical powers, all the water in the surrounding area was poured towards the white mist.

In this battle, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, the universe was desolate, and the avenue was wiped out by the two of them...

In the end, Bai Wu paid the most price in the history of missionary journey:

Out of three swords.

The Chijiao was chopped off from the air, and the huge Jiaolong corpse fell into the big lake.

The fish and shrimp demon couldn't bear the breath, and belched with white eyes.

Bai Wu picked up the dragon corpse and brought it back to Jianshou Peak. This was one of the treasures he was going to leave to Zhao Ying.

Just this monster is enough for her to spend her whole life forever.

And in the sky above Ze Country, at an unknown distance from the battle site, a few mighty monsters captured the whole process of the battle in their eyes.

Seeing the scene where Bai Wu carried the dragon corpse home, he couldn't help but take 28 breaths of air-conditioning.

Immediately afterwards, he sighed: This child is so terrifying!

"Fortunately, I didn't provoke this Jianshou Peak back then."

A black three-legged crow said with palpitations, beside him, there was another bird flying around, looking carefree.

"Heh, the mere human race scared you, a miscellaneous bird?"

A majestic tiger beast sneered.

"Then you go try it?"

"Hmph, this is the time when this person is in his prime. I will endure him for 300 years. After 300 years, I will meet him again. If he dies, it means that he is not worthy to be my opponent."

The other monsters looked at him blankly, the way you defeat this person is to boil the old man?

Playing Changshengliu, right?

But this is also a way, as they are born with a long life span, they have the capital to endure.

They don't believe that with their long-lived bodies, they can't survive these short-lived species.

This human being will definitely not be able to survive them.

After hundreds of years, if you look at him again, he has already turned into a pile of loess, but we still exist!

Chapter 199 The missionary journey is over!Does this count as asking God to invite me?

In the world of practice in 2077, Bai Wu, a true practitioner of swordsmanship at Jianshou Peak, beheaded Fa Cun, a great practitioner of the four realms of the Pure Land Temple, and 23 monks of the three realms.

In order to make up for the emptiness of the Jingtu Temple, more than [-] monsters in the wilderness of the western region were suppressed and killed by one person, and the western region was able to recuperate in peace for a hundred years.