Chen Haodao: "Senior, I don't know something. Although this junior is only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he has strong combat power and superb strength. He can cross the border to fight against the enemy. Ordinary Nascent Soul monks are not our enemies in one unit. They have no value in asking for advice, so let's let him go."
Come down, monks in the middle stage of transformation."
Hahaha... As soon as the words fell, all the paper repairmen burst into laughter.
"Monster, you are so shameless."
The young paper cultivator named Paper Dragon was looked down upon, and he had long been unhappy. He sneered and shouted: "I want to see how capable you are and whether you can defeat me in one move."
As he spoke, he drew out his magic weapon, the Flying Sword.
Although it was made of paper, it made a clanging sound of gold and iron, and then a powerful spiritual pressure was released.
Chen Hao stretched out two fingers and clamped the tip of the paper dragon's flying sword.
Immediately, Chen Hao's expression changed.
Although this flying sword is made of paper, the feeling in my hand is that of a real magic weapon.
It is a fourth-grade magic weapon. It is not low-grade and is suitable for use by Nascent Soul stage monks.
The paper dragon was shocked.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took out the magic weapon Flying Sword, before he could attack, Chen Hao caught the tip of the sword.
It seemed that the opponent was not very fast, but he didn't have time to react at all.
How can this be?
"Let go!"
Immediately, the paper dragon shouted loudly, and continuously sent mana into the flying sword. At the same time, he twisted the hilt of the sword with all his strength, trying to shake Chen Hao's fingers away.
The flying sword instantly radiated a lot of light.
Chen Hao's eyes also lit up: "Interesting."
It turns out that the light of this paper flying sword is also made of paper, but the brighter paper keeps moving, forming a light.
Moreover, the light paper will also automatically change from high to low, just like the sword light itself.
It seems that the magical powers, spells, and magic weapons of the Paper Monk are all inseparable from paper.
This paper can not only transform all things, but also shrink in size freely.
It looks like a Paper Man animation, very interesting.
The paper dragon's face suddenly turned red.
He had used all his strength, but the tip of the sword was clamped between Chen Hao's two fingers, but it seemed to have taken root and did not move at all.
All the input mana is like a mud cow entering the sea, with no effect at all.
What's going on with this monster?
Paper Dragon was shocked in his heart, but he never believed that Chen Hao had the strength to cross a great realm. Seeing that he could not shake the magic weapon, he simply made a move with his hand, and a dazzling light instantly appeared in the palm of his hand.
Thunder in palm.
Chen Hao squinted his eyes and instantly saw clearly that the dazzling light was also a ball of paper, but it looked like lightning. It appeared out of thin air in the hand of the paper dragon and rapidly changed its form.
"So, do paper monks all rely on paper as a medium to output energy?"
Chen Hao was thoughtful.
If this is the case, then the power of Zhixiu's magical powers will have great disadvantages.
Chen Hao exerted slight force with his fingers.
With a snapping sound, the tip of the fourth-grade flying sword was instantly pinched off by the force of his fingers, and then flew out from between Chen Hao's fingers. With a whine, it just hit the magic spell in the paper dragon's hand and the thunder in his palm.
The thunder in the palm had just formed, and the paper dragon was about to hit Chen Hao, but was stabbed by the broken sword tip.
Boom! The thunder in the palm exploded.
Chen Hao didn't move where he was, and with a flick of his fingers, he blew away the strong wind that was blowing in his face.
Paper Dragon didn't have this ability, and the thunderbolt in his palm exploded in his hand again. His hand was instantly shattered by the explosion, and the aftermath hit him, and he screamed and flew out.
He was originally made of paper, and the thunder in his palms was so hot that it immediately turned into flames on his body and burned blazingly.
In just a few breaths, half of the paper dragon's body was burned.
"Paper dragon!"
"Paper dragon!"
The other paper repairmen screamed and flew over immediately, using precipitation spells or ice spells to quickly put out the fire.
Chen Hao noticed that the spells they used were also made of paper, but they could be changed and disappeared at will, and energy was attached to them.
The paper dragon lost half of its body. Although it was still alive, it could no longer move and fainted.
Chen Hao looked into his body along the burnt wound and saw the Nascent Soul of the paper dragon.
The Nascent Soul is also made of paper. It floats up and down in the Dantian area of the paper dragon. With its eyes closed, it looks languid.
"These paper repairmen, don't they think even the gods are made of paper?"
Chen Hao thought.
It doesn't matter that the soul is made of paper, but the problem is that the peak of the late Mahayana is about to pass through the tribulation.
The paper Yuanying monk can even ignite the self-explosion of the thunder in his palm. How can the paper Yuanying spirit and the paper flesh body resist the lightning strikes during the tribulation?
I'm afraid it will turn into ashes once.
The paper man's way of cultivation is certainly reasonable, but it is not the right way.
"Alien, you are seeking death!"
"Take your life."
When the other paper repairmen saw that the paper dragon was so injured, its eyes turned into big red eyes, and they roared and rushed towards Chen Hao one after another.
Chen Hao didn't fight back. There was a piece of paper lying there, so it was impossible for others to hurt him.
Sure enough, Zhi Fangming stretched out his hand to stop him: "Stop."
The paper repairmen also knew that they could not retaliate against Chen Hao, so they stopped angrily.
"You are indeed unusual."
Zhi Fangming glanced at Chen Hao in surprise, his eyes flashed with solemnity.
He suddenly understood why his father specifically asked him to bring several Void Refining Stage monks to hunt down Chen Hao.
Chen Hao's strength is only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. This is something that Emperor Da Zhi has figured out a long time ago. Logically speaking, it is enough to send a cultivator of the Transformation Stage to come here, and there is no need to mobilize troops at all.
At that time, Zhi Fangming did not understand the emperor's order.
Now it dawned on him.
If we only send the God Transformation monks, let alone whether we can catch Chen Hao, it would be good if we don't get killed by Chen Hao.
This alien is obviously only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but he has the terrifying strength to fight across great realms.
Really... alien.
Zhi Fangming couldn't help but regret a little. If he had known this, he would not have let the paper dragon go up.
In fact, he could clearly see that Chen Hao did not take the initiative to attack the paper dragon. He just casually caught the paper dragon's flying sword and then destroyed the palm thunder that the paper dragon was trying to use.
Not to mention a competition, it didn't even count as a move, but the paper dragon was almost killed by the spell he cast.
It can only be said that the paper dragon was too weak in front of Chen Hao. Chen Hao almost killed him before he made a move.
"Paper airplane, come on."
Zhi Fangming pointed at Zhi Xiu, a man in his thirties who transformed into a god, and said solemnly.
"yes."
The male cultivator named Paper Plane responded, stepped forward, his figure swayed, and in an instant he was in front of Chen Hao: "I'm getting off the paper plane, and am cultivating in the middle stage of becoming a god. Please give me some advice from fellow Taoist Chen."
Paper airplane?
Chen Hao was speechless.
Do all the people in the Dazhi Dynasty have such random names?
That’s right, since it’s a paper man, it’s called something different.
He didn't care too much, so he pulled out the magic weapon Cao Huojian and saluted the paper airplane from a distance: "Please."
After the words fell, there was a roar, and Cao's fire sword burned with raging flames.