The Soaring Snake Sword seemed to have lost control in Luo Zheng's hands.
As the ground shook continuously, it seemed as if it wanted to take off its hands and fly away!
Under Luo Zheng's luck, his right hand was like an iron pliers, holding the Soaring Snake Sword tightly in his hand.
"Buzzing..."
Under the constant tremors, dark golden filaments rushed out!
At the same time, a small snake shadow appeared on the sword of Soaring Snake Sword. The snake's eyes just opened its eyes and glanced quietly, then disappeared...
But when the snake's shadow faded, small snake heads emerged from the front ends of those dark golden filaments!
All the dark golden filaments came alive at this moment and turned into long and thin snakes!
"What's this……"
The Heirong tribesman was slightly startled, and almost as a conditioned reflex, he sacrificed his token of the other side.
Although the aura from Luo Zheng's sword is strange and powerful, in the eyes of the Heirong tribe, Luo Zheng is still an unpopular True God of Great Perfection. So what if he is powerful? Can he still break its "invisible shield"?
That shield almost covered its entire body.
Thousands of slender little snakes came at a very fast speed, and there were bursts of "rustling" sounds along the way.
Whether it was a thousand-year-old tree or a rock, all were cut neatly by the slender snake, and the fractures were as smooth as a mirror.
Just when the Heirong people were still feeling lucky, it suddenly felt a slight chill in its body.
In its field of vision, the shield was covered with broken lines, and these lines quickly spread to its body.
All the slender little snakes had moved away from it. As the dark blood overflowed from the lines on its body, its consciousness gradually became blurred, and the whole person suddenly collapsed to the ground...
"Swish, swish, swish..."
These slender little snakes continued to attack, cutting almost everything that could be cut along the road into countless pieces, and finally rushed out of the open space created by the Heirong tribe!
Each slender little snake is like a god of death. When hundreds of little snakes gather together, they form a torrent of death!
"This, what is this!"
"Don't go there!"
When Yue Baicheng and other academy disciples saw these slender little snakes, their faces showed horror.
They barely dared to move, but watched helplessly as the slender little snakes swept across the open space and poured into the forest on the other side, spreading and cutting along the way.
If you look at it from a high altitude, it seems that there is an invisible giant using a pair of invisible scissors to cut through the forest, cutting out a slender and smooth road, and everything along the way is reduced to fist-sized fragments...
"There are extremely powerful people lurking in the jungle? Are they on the side of the Dao Sword Palace or on the side of the Heirong tribe?" Yue Baicheng quickly drew an inference based on his own logic. If he were on the side of the Dao Sword Palace,
By the way, Luo Zheng can still be saved. If it is the Black Rong clan, Luo Zheng's fate can be imagined.
…
Luo Zheng's face in the jungle was full of astonishment.
When Qiu Yinhe said that he would be given a great opportunity, Luo Zheng was still a little dismissive of it.
After all, the power of stimulating the Sword Seal through the Qingfeng Sword is just that. Others may find a treasure, but in Luo Zheng's eyes, it is not as good as the Sword of Merging Dao.
But at this moment, Luo Zhengsuan understood what Qiuyinhe meant.
The higher the grade of the sword in his hand, the more powerful it will be...
Luo Zheng stepped forward slowly and took a look at the bodies of the Black Rong people.
The cut parts of his body were also as smooth as a mirror, which showed that in front of the sword threads turned into slender little snakes, the body of the Heirong tribesman was no different from the surrounding trees and rocks.
Not only that!
The bodies of the Heirong people are much stronger than those of the human race, but they are still not comparable to Luo Zheng.
But the shield that his token of the other side turned into was also vulnerable to the sword thread. It was also cut open all at once, and it was no different from those trees.
This shows that the sharpness of those sword wires is far beyond Luo Zheng's imagination. At least facing such an opponent, it cannot be reflected at all how sharp the sword wires are!
"It's a pity that this sword cannot be shown to outsiders. It can only be used when saving one's life..."
Luo Zheng murmured a few words, stretched out his hand and put the chopped flesh of the Heirong people into the Sumeru ring with a flick of his hand. This guy is a strong man from the other side after all. If he has any rare treasures on his body, he can look back.
Explore.
After a while, Luo Zheng's figure appeared at the edge of the forest.
When he saw Yue Baicheng and others still staying where they were, a strange look appeared on their faces, "You haven't escaped yet?"
After all, these academy disciples lack combat experience. With the Dao Sword Palace destroyed, their only hope is Qiu Academy. Unexpectedly, Qiu Academy is also entangled in Qiu Junshan. They are now without a master, and they don't know where to go.
at.
If it were Luo Zheng, he would have escaped long ago...
Yue Baicheng and many other academy disciples were even more surprised when they saw Luo Zheng appear.
"Luo Zheng, you are still alive!"
"Which expert took action just now? Has he ever killed that Heirong tribesman?"
"..."
Luo Zheng was still thinking about how to explain these sword threads before leaving the forest. Unexpectedly, these academy disciples had already guessed that a certain expert had taken action.
That’s fine too…
After all, with Luo Zheng's current cultivation level, it is indeed unreasonable to release such powerful magical powers.
He pretended to be puzzled and said: "I just saw a white figure, nothing else. The Heirong tribesman was cut into pieces..."
"So strong!"
"I'm afraid those strong men can fight Qiu Junshan!"
"I wonder if he will take action against Qiu Junshan!"
Some inexplicable hopes ignited in the hearts of these academy disciples. They hoped that a peerless strong man would emerge from the sky, wipe out these evil sects and demons, and save the Dao Sword Palace from the fire and water.
But Luo Zheng knew that this was just their wishful thinking.
"Boom!"
At this moment, there was a muffled sound in the sky.
A huge sword shadow pierced the sky, and then two figures fell from high in the sky, landing just in front of these academy disciples.
These two people were Qiu Hanyan and Qiu Shengshui.
At this moment, Qiu Shengshui's body was covered in scars, his legs had been cut off directly, and he was bleeding profusely.
Qiu Hanyan was also naked, and her pale and colorless skin was full of sword marks.
Seeing this scene, the academy disciples rushed forward one after another...
After the two fell down, a space fluctuation flashed in mid-air. Qiu Junshan's figure stood in the sky. He held a green-edge sword and said lightly: "There is no point in struggling anymore. You have found your father's tomb."
After so many years, I finally found it. Now it’s time to go to that world to accompany your father, hahaha..."
A hint of stubbornness flashed across Qiu Hanyan's face. She touched her eyebrows lightly, and a ball floated out. It was a hermit's magical power. (To be continued)