Chapter 117 Meal and drink dew, but the sword is sharp
The killing continues like this, looking for a place, releasing cloud thunder, and bombarding a certain place.
With Fu Xialiang's wandering combat position, it is easy to find where the opponent gathers.
When this thunder strikes, dozens or even hundreds of people will be killed by Fu Xialiang.
Then wait silently, there are only a lot of people coming to pick up the bargains, kill them one by one, you don't have to look for them yourself, it is convenient and fast.
Rest for a while, strike again, and continue waiting.
Such a battle was simple yet cruel, killing nearly a thousand of his fellow sects in one night.
As dawn was approaching, Fu Xialiang let out a long breath and quietly escaped.
In this world, everything is a simulated reality. Monks must rest and eat and drink, otherwise they will not starve to death or die of thirst, but it will affect their physical condition.
Every day when the sun rises, drops of spiritual dew fall down in the sky. This is called morning dew.
Drink one drop and you won't be thirsty for a day.
Every day when the sun sets, there are patches of clouds falling in the sky, which are called sunset clouds.
Eat one piece and you won't be hungry for a whole day.
In this way, it feels like an immortal dining on the beauty and drinking the dew.
And after the competition is over, the morning dew and sunset that are eaten will turn into real energy and appear in the real body.
Some people say that our essence and blood nourish the world, but there are no good deeds in the world that can only be taken but not repaid.
The way of heaven is one drink and one peck.
Therefore, I send you this morning dew and sunset to increase your cultivation.
Yesterday, when the sun went down, Fu Xialiang went outside to take in the sunset.
In fact, the process of morning dew and sunset will trigger countless battles and even various tactics specifically for this time. But now that we have just started, the world is very large, so it is okay.
It's just that Fu Xialiang ate a Xixia and didn't feel full, which was different from the legend.
Finally, after eating three, I felt full.
It seems that in this world, both Zhang Yue and Yang Xiuming are counted. Although they are three people, the world is big, there are many trials, and they have seen all kinds of birds.
After the battle ended that night, Fu Xialiang drank only three drops of morning dew before he was full, and then returned to his spiritual eye stone room.
"Big brother, second brother, I'm going to bed!"
Yang Xiuming said: "Go to sleep, I will guard you!"
Fu Xialiang nodded, fell down, and lay down to sleep.
This is the characteristic of the Night Stalker. He sleeps when he wants and wakes up when he wants. Three or four hours of sleep is enough, and he never suffers from insomnia.
Zhang Yue said: "Xiu Ming, I'm asleep too."
He was also resting, leaving Yang Xiuming to take care of his body.
In fact, Yang Xiuming could not sleep and continue to control his body to fight.
But it's not worth it. You should rest and rest for a long time.
Yang Xiuming stayed in this stone room carefully and remained vigilant.
At dawn, fighting started again outside, but it was no longer as bloody as the first day.
Four hours later, Fu Xialiang woke up, took a deep breath and said:
"I woke up!"
Zhang Yue also woke up.
Yang Xiuming said: "I'll take a nap, you go out and fight!"
Fu Xialiang nodded, and he and Zhang Yue went out to fight quietly.
Yang Xiuming was asleep.
Fu Xialiang was extremely careful in his battles during the day, but was not as aggressive as at night.
Move quietly, kill if you can, and let go if you can't.
Wandering deep in the forest, back and forth on the edge of the grassland, and wandering above the swamp, protect yourself carefully and never take action easily.
In this way, four hours later, when Yang Xiuming woke up, Fu Xialiang didn't have more than a dozen records.
But it’s normal. At this time, everyone is adapting to the environment.
Silently waiting for the opportunity.
Gradually the sun sets in the west, the sunset sets over the mountain, and the sunset appears and sets in the sky.
They took three pieces of Xixia, ate them silently, and then looked at each other and smiled.
Night is coming, please close your eyes!
It was just getting dark when Fu Xialiang laughed loudly, pointed at the distance, and cast a spell.
"Two hundred and thirty miles to the south, there is a woodland, and it looks like someone is gathering!"
"The purple sky thunders, the clouds rise and thunder falls!"
"emission!"
Boom, another cloud thunder was launched, and a huge roar roared in all directions. After more than ten breaths, the earth trembled, and there was another thunder explosion!
Cloud thunder falls, with a point as the core, and a radius of several miles, and the cloud bursts suddenly.
This blow seems to be much stronger than yesterday?
The more often a spell is used, the better it becomes!
During the day, Fu Xialiang had already discovered that there was some kind of alliance there, and hundreds of people had gathered there. Now, with one blow, it was turned into powder.
With this blow, his traces were exposed, and his fellow disciples immediately came to kill him.
But this was what Zhang Yue wanted. He hid in the dark night and struck one sword at a time.
Cruel and poisonous, killing people silently!
As many as come, kill as many as you come.
After killing for a while, no one came, and then the clouds and thunder bombarded them, killing as many as they came again!
If this continued, the fifth time the clouds and thunder struck, no one came over.
No one is stupid, so that’s no problem?
Suddenly, someone was walking slowly in front of me.
This time, Zhang Yue did not escape into the darkness, but appeared directly in front of the man.
"Sword Demon Feng Bailing!"
It was the sword demon Feng Bailing whom I met in the ghost cave last time.
This guy ran away immediately at the critical moment without fighting. Zhang Yue was very depressed.
This man can be said to be the first swordsman Zhang Yue has ever seen, and he immediately arouses the desire to win.
Seeing Zhang Yue appear, the sword demon Feng Bailing hesitated for a moment and said: "Lei Jue Fu Xia Liang!"
Zhang Yue slowly drew out his sword, performed a sword salute, and said: "Please!"
Zhang Yue didn't unite his thoughts, he just drew the sword by himself!
The sword demon Feng Bailing also wields a sword. He wields it dual-wielding, two swords as thin as cicada wings.
"please!"
In an instant, the two were fighting each other.
Just fighting, both of them know that the other party has a clear sword and heart.
With the second sword, Zhang Yue felt the opponent's sword attack.
Sharp, chaotic, shadowless!
And the other party also felt Zhang Yue's sword attack!
Suppression, assassination, shock!
With the third sword, all the divine swords of the two men merged into one.
It turned into a sword light and slashed towards the opponent.
With a click, the sword light separated, Zhang Yue fell to the ground, and blood spattered.
But he shook his head and said: "The victory lies in the sharpness of the sword, boring!"
The sword demon Feng Bailing decomposed directly into thousands of fragments and was killed by Zhang Yue.
They have the same magical power, but the sword demon Feng Bailing's sword is a second-level divine sword, while Zhang Yue's is a third-level sword, so when he kills the opponent, he is only injured but not killed.
However, the battle later that night could not begin.
Since he was injured, Fu Xialiang immediately decided to go back to recuperate.
In this world, injuries recover a hundredfold and heal quickly.
However, some people really can't stand the self-healing process and commit suicide directly, starting all over again.
Fu Xialiang would never be like this.
The competition is long and long, so why worry about temporary gains and losses.
They returned to the stone room, where Yang Xiuming was silently recovering from his injuries in the darkness.
The next day passed like this.
Soon the third day came, and it was still the same old routine, sleeping separately, safety first during the day, and murder at night.
But they discovered that there was gradually no alliance or association here...
All organizations are far away from this area.
Moreover, the legend of a bastard like a bad guy appeared here. This bastard would go out to commit suicide at night and kill countless people. This chapter has been completed!