Chapter 105 Inside the City

Buried in Sword City.

Today, although there are still many monks in the Funeral Sword City, there is no sense of vitality at all. What appears in front of everyone is a gray scene.

The countless swordsmen who danced in the sky were missing in the city. There was a dead silence. The monks who came in were shocked by this silence. They looked at the scene one by one and didn't know what to do.

At this moment, a bright light flashed in the center of the city. Soon, a monk couldn't stand it and was about to use his spiritual power to rush over it, but he made a miserable cry:

"Damn it, my spiritual power can't be used."

As soon as this word came out, it seemed that a stone was placed on the calm water, which suddenly stirred up layers of waves, and everyone talked about it.

"What should I do? I'm afraid it's difficult to survive in this city without spiritual power."

"No, I want to quit."

Some people couldn't help but want to leave, but were shocked to find that the door behind them had long disappeared. The whole city was sealed and allowed to enter and leave.

It's not that no one has planned to pass by the wall, but looking at the rune chains that kept shooting out in the sky, everyone wisely gave up the idea, but there were still some people who wanted to climb up the wall with physical strength.

At this moment, a scream interrupted everyone's thoughts. Some people no longer care about anything else. Even if they had no spiritual power, they wanted to fight, so they went out, but they walked dozens of feet and were dragged away by a dark shadow.

left a scream and a pool of blood. Those who climbed the wall did not climb the wall. Although it was possible to climb up, if someone attacked them at this time, they could only become a live target, and no one would continue to take risks.

Just when everyone didn't know what to do, a big force sneered and was ready to leave. At this moment, a figure quickly swept out of the crowd and swept towards the center of the stone city.

Not far, another horrible shadow appeared. Just as he was about to fight against the man, a trace of sword suddenly appeared on the man. The shadow doubted for a moment, and then slowly retreated.

"It's that boy!" Jian Ao gritted his teeth and said.

The first person to rush out was Lu Chong. When he was also wandering in the crowd, he had been suddenly shocked by the black beard he took out of the heavenly wheel and pointed in a direction. Lu Chong did not think too much and rushed straight over.

There is no doubt that the sword spirit is from the black beard. The respect when the shadow left was seen by Lu Chong, which made Lu Chong more convinced that this black beard was the key to obtaining the secret treasure.

Many powerful forces with black whiskers in their hands couldn't stand it and rushed over, followed by more dark shadows. However, with the sharp sword spirit, the group of shadows chose to retreat.

The monks without black beards couldn't help it. A group of people gritted their teeth and rushed over together. Several dark shadows suddenly appeared. At this time, people found the weapon of the shadow, a sharp sword emitting cold light, which easily cut through the monk's throat, and blood gushed out and sprinkled all over the streets of the stone city.

At this time, someone was surprised to find a fact and shouted:

"Let's go together, they can't use their spiritual power!"

As soon as this came out, countless monks were boiling and rushed up with red eyes. Although the swordsmanship of the shadow was strong and the sharp sword was extremely sharp, they could not resist the coming monks and soon retreated.

A dark shadow corpse fell to the ground, and someone lifted the black robe wrapped around them and took a deep breath.

The black robe was wrapped in a white bone, and the pale white bone undoubtedly caused a lot of pressure on everyone's psychology, but for the sake of the secret treasure, the fanatics quickly suppressed this uneasiness.

At the same time, many monks slowly adapted to the situation of no spiritual power. A kind of exquisite body or swordsmanship was exerted. Coupled with the large number of people, for a while, the retreating shadow suddenly collapsed. Many monks advanced and advanced into dozens of miles.

At this time, there were still a group of black swordsmen in front of them, but unlike the previous white bones, they all had their own bodies.

The godless eyes looked at many monks, which made them chill, and many big forces stopped here. The black beard did not have the previous powerful effect, and one beard could only let one person pass, which made it difficult for them to choose.

I don't know whether it is to make the future star with great potential in the sect or to let the famous seniors for a long time be a problem, but for a person, this kind of problem is not a problem at all.

That was Lu Chong, who walked happily towards the black-robed swordsman group, smiling and disgusting. A San Xiu couldn't help rushing over and brazenly took action against Lu Chong.

Compared with the two, the Sanxiu's burly figure. When he waved his fists, it seemed that the air was squeezed and made a harsh friction sound. In contrast, Lu Chong's thin figure, and he looked at the Sanxiu's eyes seemed to be quite surprised.

Is it fear?

This is the idea of many monks, but Lu Chong soon understood that it was not fear, but a surprise to those who dared to offend him. That look meant:

I don't know whether to live or die!

Sure enough, although Sanxiu's face was ferocious and horrible, Lu Chong's response to this was a punch, straightforward, and one punch hit the fist from Sanxiu's attack.

The Sanxiu face is still ferocious, but anyone can see that the ferocious means fear!

Only saw Sanxiu's attacking arm explode directly. At the same time, a hurricane swept through Sanxiu and directly tore his upper body, leaving two thighs thicker than Lu Chong's waist, swaying in the wind and then falling to the ground.

This is surprising. This is a pure physical force, but it can tear through the space and drive the wind. This power, even the demons who are famous for their strong body, may only be able to do it.

The ethnic group in front of him made this horrible punch lightly.

Jian Ao witnessed everything and felt uneasy, but soon expelled it. No matter how strong the body is, it is not as good as the sword carefully refined by the sword elder. This is Jian Ao's mind.

However, what would he think if he knew that the three swords of the first day of the sword hall were extraordinary and were cracked by Lu Chongsheng on the black and white swords?

Lu Chong shook his head indifferently and turned away, ignoring the noisy crowd. This punch was enough for him to dare to provoke him in this stone city that could not use his spiritual power.

Looking at the many monks who left Lu Chong, many sects with complex faces and hostile relations with Jiantang, all remembered that Lu Chong did not seem to have a sect. In addition, his relationship with Jiantang, there was a trace of heat in everyone's hearts. Genius was often the most needed among all sects.

But it is not the time to throw olive branches to Lu Chong. The secret treasure is the first key. Many big forces suppressed the little Jiujiu in their hearts and quickly selected candidates to move forward, mainly young geniuses, mixed with several experienced old men. This configuration is enough to deal with everything.

The man with black bearded hair continued to move forward, while the man without black bearded hair silently looked at a famous black-robed swordsman. After a brief silence, the crowd rushed forward again like a mountain torrent.

Flesh and blood fly, and life is as cheap as grass, sweeping a large area. The swordsmanship of the black robe with flesh and blood is stronger. It is like a tenacious reef in the sea of people. Countless lives can drown a reef, and there are hundreds of reefs here.

They are not a tired killing machine, and the sword in their hands constantly greets the key points of everyone. This kind of person is needed by every sect, but at this moment, they are so afraid of these people, even those big forces.

I'm used to killing with spiritual power, and now I can only use physical power. Although I have adapted to it a little, it's still a little uncomfortable, but there is no doubt that if these people go back alive, their status in their own sects in the future will be higher than now.

Because they really survived with their own combat experience.

......

At this moment, Lu Chong grinned and broke through the human flesh barrier of the black-robed swordsman. What appeared in front of him was a huge square. Around the square, there were display weapon racks, on which was a cold and sharp sword.

For a moment, the murderous spirit rushed to Lu Chong. Lu Chong grinned and didn't care. No matter how horrible this murderous spirit is, it is just the last afterglow of a powerful force. How can it be compared to the war between several races?

The War of the Three Triethnics...

Lu Chong shook his head and expelled the tragedy that came to his mind. He took the lead in entering. He smiled and summoned the Tiandao wheel and came for a big collection, but Lu Chong did not collect all of them. Each weapon rack only received a few swords.

But around this square, there are almost 50 weapons racks, and there are dozens of sharp swords on each weapon rack. Lu Chong didn't charge much, so it is almost impossible to see that there are missing weapons on the weapons rack.

After that, Lu Chong laughed twice and continued to fly forward.

And the quiet square soon welcomed a large number of monks...