Chapter 145

"Fart!"

"Hum, it's just a middle level in the spirit realm!"

"We have more than 200 people here. Everyone has the strength to crush you easily. You dare to talk wildly..."

Nanmenfeng's dissuasion not only did not dissuade these people, but made them more crazy.

"In that case, come!"

Nanmen Maple's mouth is slightly hooked. Even if the other party's lineup is as strong as the whole Hong family, at this moment, Nanmen maple is sure to win.

"Kill!"

Everyone roared and rushed to the South Gate maple, and no one wanted to fall behind.

They have long discussed that whoever takes the head of Nanmen Maple first will receive a reward of 3 million Liang.

"Wait!"

Nanmen Feng suddenly shouted, took the back of the nameless knife as a small wooden mallet, gently beat his shoulder, and his look became a little strange.

"Save something for the Lord of hell!"

The people's momentum increased instead of decreased, and they didn't give the South Gate Maple face at all.

Countless swords with killing intention are close at hand. Nanmen Maple suddenly smiles, "in fact, I want to remind you to be careful under your feet..."

Zizi

When the maple voice in the South Gate fell, the Sancai strangulation array was activated instantly, like a dense snow-white beam of rain, shooting from the void in all directions.

I like the harmless light beam of moonlight, but like the sharpest arrow in the world, everything is broken and fast to the extreme.

Poof poof

They took the lead in launching an attack on Nanmen maple. More than ten high-level people in the spirit realm were unaware of these beams. When they noticed, their bodies had been pierced into a huge hole.

For a time, blood splashed in the night sky and howled everywhere.

Whoosh

The snow-white arrow beam kept shooting from the void, traceless, rootless, but dense like a rainstorm.

Although this group of people have good cultivation and won't be easily attacked, at this time, they gather together to compete for the head of Nanmen maple, and the body method can't play any role at all.

Twenty or thirty people whose accomplishments were below the high level of the spirit realm turned into a pile of corpses in an instant.

Although the high-level enemies in the Na spirit realm could dodge for a few times, they fell down in less than a moment in the face of such a dense attack.

In less than ten breaths, the huge arhat statue had already bled and corpses were everywhere. At least 50 people were hanged by the array.

"Tut tut... This power is not in vain. I spent a lot of money to buy Animal yuan..."

Nanmen Maple smiled as he hammered his shoulder.

Nanmen Feng is called unparalleled supreme. In addition to his sword, his array skill has reached the level of Tianji master.

It can be said that as long as there is enough soul power and array materials, even if the heavenly king Lao Tzu comes to kill Nanmen maple, he will have to fail.

The arrangement of this Sancai strangulation array is very ingenious. As the spirit of the array, it is a wisp of soul force separated from Nanmen maple.

Although this does great damage to the soul power of Nanmen maple, compared with its effect, these damages are acceptable.

The power of the array can only be powerful if the array spirit is strong.

The array spirit in this array is well versed in the magic Sabre technique of Nanmen maple, and its power can't be terrible.

"This is an array. Let's rush up, or we'll all be planted here!"

A strong man in the chemical weapons realm suddenly shouted, immediately gave up the resistance beam and rushed to the South Gate Maple nearly a foot away.

Led by someone, the remaining bounty hunters also roared and hurried to follow.

"Want to rush?"

Nanmen Feng smiled coldly and felt that these people who didn't understand the array were extremely poor.

Wow

Just as one person was about to reach out of the array, the Sancai strangle array suddenly became violent. With the light like the day, 999 javelin beams appeared under the night sky.

999 light guns fell down like meteorites, dense enough to make people point.

Poof... Poof... Dong... Dong

Before countless people screamed, their heads and bodies were pierced, light guns exploded like bombs, and their heads and bodies burst like watermelons.

Blood and bone fragments all over the sky.

Both the high-level and the peak of the spirit realm turned into a pile of headless corpses in an instant.

It might be better if these people honestly wait for the spiritual power of the array source to be exhausted, but if they break into the array by force, they are bound to get a full blow from the array.

With the white light fading, the scene of purgatory appeared in front of the two Arhats.

The corpses and broken bones all over the place, and the blood has gathered into a stream, flowing down the stone steps.

Under the attack just now, at least 100 people died, which is the price they paid for breaking into the array.

At this time, there were only forty or fifty of the two hundred people left. Each of them was as red as blood, except for their eyes.

Countless pieces of meat are soft on their bodies, faces and even lips.

Including the fighters in the chemical weapons realm, when did they see such a terrible scene?

One by one, they looked at the South Gate maple on the stone steps. It was clear that there was only a distance of less than one Zhang, but they felt that it was even farther than the distance between heaven and earth.

"Ah... Wow..."

A warrior at the peak of the spirit realm, whose mind has been destroyed, roared like a madman, immediately lost his short knife and ran down the mountain.

When one person falls and runs away, the bounty hunters are in a sudden rout. Whether it's the peak of naring realm or chemical weapons realm, they all run away.

In just a quarter of an hour, they realized that life was more important than money.

So far, there are still five people who insist. Although they are terrified and trembling, the so-called art experts are brave. They are really unwilling to give up the fat in front of them.

"You'd better forget it!"

Nanmen Feng glanced at the five people and said, "according to your strength, where can't you earn money? Why should you become a victim of the Hong family?"

The words of Nanmen Feng shocked the five people. The last fort they held was broken. There was no longer a moment to stay. The five people quickly disappeared into the jungle.

In the twinkling of an eye, there was only one maple in the South Gate in front of Wuxiang Temple.

This is the so-called array, which can kill millions of enemies without killing them.

There was a strong fishy smell in the air. Nanmen Maple looked at the corpse in front, and his face showed a sense of anger.

People are killed, but what should we do with these bodies?

If you leave it here, the strange monk in the temple who is 100 times more terrible than the Sancai strangulation array will not be willing to pollute the air and mood.

After all, this place is a temple.

While Nanmen Maple was fidgety, a faint breath was smelled by Nanmen Maple along with the bloody smell. Nanmen Maple's pupils narrowed like a cheetah and looked down the jungle on the side.

Sasha

Perhaps knowing that there was no need to hide, the murderous master slowly walked out of the dense forest.

His eyes are like a sword and his body is like a sword. He is wearing a light cyan exotic robe. In his hand is a long sword wrapped in layers of white cloth.

It's Liu tianxie!

Seeing Liu tianxie, Nanmen Maple smiled incredulously.

"Why are you here? Are you a great swordsman of Tang Dynasty interested in 3 million taels of silver?"

As far as Nanmen Feng knows, the last time he competed with him for the devil's spirit iron, he made nearly one million Liang. Obviously, he won't be a lord short of money.

"Three million liang of silver is enough for me to buy a good sword!"

Liu tianxie looked at the corpse mountain and blood sea not far away, and his eyes were flat. It seemed that this scene was very common for him.

Good sword?

Nanmen Feng was stunned, subconsciously looked at the long sword wrapped in bandage in Liu tianxie's hand, and a legend came to mind.

The eastern region is a paradise for swordsmen. Most of the world's famous swordsmen come from where.

For swordsmen, the most important thing is the sword. Therefore, there is a swordsman etiquette called sword burial.

A swordsman can only have one sword. When the sword is destroyed, he needs to wrap it with white cloth and wear it with him. He can bury the remnant sword only when he finds a sword better than this sword.

Only those who love sword can be a qualified swordsman.

"I can't understand..."

Nanmen Feng shook his head awkwardly and felt that the sword burial ceremony was a fool's behavior.

Liu tianxie raised the remnant sword in his hand and a sadness flashed in his eyes. "I've wrapped this sword for three years. In these three years, I walked all the way from the East China Sea to here just to find a sword better than it, but I haven't met it all the time..."

"A few months ago, I accidentally found a strange tianwai meteorite iron, which is somewhat similar to my sword. I wanted to buy it and find a blacksmith to make it... Unfortunately, I met you!"

Liu tianxie looked obliquely at the maple in the south gate, with a thick resentment on his cold face.

"I said, what happened that day was fair trade, and I can't target you!"

Nanmen Feng subconsciously shook the nameless knife in his handshake, and his heart involuntarily rose a burst of guilt.

"Give me your knife!"

Liu tianxie stared at the black knife in Nanmen Feng's hand. Although he was a swordsman, he felt the existence similar to the sword spirit from Nanmen Feng's black knife. He couldn't be unmoved!

"My God, that's the idea!"

Nanmen Feng took a puff on his cheek and subconsciously carried the black knife behind him. "The knife has a master. In this life, it can only serve me!"

"In that case, hand over your head!"

Liu tianxie was indifferent to the family. Soon, the spirit power of the wind reappeared and the killing intention came out.

"At the moment, I don't want to fight you!"

Nanmen Feng quietly watched Liu tianxie, with some deep eyes, and then shook his head with a little distress.

"If you think a good sword is bought through silver, you are not a qualified swordsman!"

Feng Ning in the South Gate said, "a really good sword should be priceless. If you buy it with silver, you will only insult the sword and yourself!"

"This..."

Liu tianxie was confused by Nanmen Feng's vows. He felt that there was some truth, but he felt that there was something wrong.

"I can't give you my head, but I have news of a good sword!"

Nanmen Feng's eyes were frozen and fleeting, with a touch of fox's cunning. "In the treasure house of the Hong family in the west of the city, there is a good sword named Zhanlu, which was made by the legendary casting master and can be called a magic weapon on the magic weapon list..."

Magic List? Zhanlu?

Hearing the speech, a surprise flashed in Liu tianxie's eyes, but then he became angry.

"Nanmen Feng, I thought you were a character and treated you as an opponent, but I didn't expect you to be such a greedy and afraid of death!"