The sword intent cooperates with the flowing moon, and after the sword intent branches out to disperse the flowing moon to increase its power, it indeed forms a large-scale lethal combat skill.

The results are also very objective.

With just this one sword, he killed tens of thousands of third-level practitioners from the coalition forces of hundreds of countries.

But the damage to him was also great. At least he could not use his sword power for the time being.

At the same time, this move also has major flaws.

Not powerful enough.

The five intact peak-level fourth-level cultivators and the eight hundred fourth-level cultivators who were not seriously injured are clear evidence of this.

Zhou Buzhou remained silent.

Since it's not powerful enough, let's get one that's definitely powerful enough.

The next moment, the double pupil in Zhou Buzhou's right eye opened and closed, and red dots appeared in his sight, flashing on every enemy.

As his gaze followed the 840-level cultivator, he also saw the Chinese cultivators who were still surviving in this battlefield.

The scattered Chinese practitioners were all looking at him in amazement at this moment.

Looking at these people, there were some he knew and some he didn't.

Among the people he knew,

He saw Tang Jing, the woman who had made things difficult for him during the qualification test, the woman who was almost killed by him with a single shot at the reserve army base of the alien tribe.

Although he saw her, he no longer resented this woman.

Look away,

He saw countless dead bodies.

He saw the only peak fourth-level warrior from the Chinese side struggling in the battle.

He also saw the area where Shushan was located. There were only two familiar faces left, Lin Wuhui and Meng Tailong, and a baby smiling foolishly in Lin Wuhui's arms.

And around Lin Wuhui and the other two, countless people in white clothes were stained with blood.

The owner of the white clothes was lying on the ground dead.

Zhou Buzhou flashed out.

It landed directly beside Lin Wuhui and Montalon.

At the same time, the eight hundred foreign coalition troops began to make noise in the common English.

"Why is this man carrying a coffin? Is this some kind of secret technique?"

"He prepared a coffin for himself, right?"

"Haha, the Chinese are really interesting. They even carry a coffin on their backs when they go to the battlefield?"

The foreigners were sneering.

Even if the 100,000 third-level practitioners under their command are almost dead, but with the 800 fourth-level practitioners left, they will definitely win this battle!

They don't care about the life or death of those weak practitioners, because those third-level practitioners are just cannon fodder.

Moreover, we have to admire the eighteen great masters of the eight heavens and ten earths. They disrupted the people who had close relationships with the fourth and third levels, so these fourth levels had nothing to do with the third levels who acted with them.

Therefore, there will be no situation where emotions disrupt the battlefield, and there will be no nepotism that leads to bad things.

They laughed and talked.

Zhou Buzhou looked up and a red lightning flashed in his right eye.

Then, a fourth-level person stopped.

Red lightning flashed in his right eye again, and another fourth-level cultivator stopped.

In an instant, the eighteen fourth-level practitioners stopped, and then the wind started to rise.

Eighteen fourth-level practitioners were reduced to ashes.

The remaining fourth-level soldiers of the Hundred Nations Coalition paused.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

A group of foreigners roared in common English.

But although they roared fiercely enough, no one took even a step forward.

Zhou Buzhou breathed slightly.

Although the burden of using the red dot ability to kill a fourth-level cultivator was far less than the time when he forcibly locked onto Long Shanluo, there were simply too many fourth-level cultivators before him.

Just locking onto the red dots of eighteen people had already consumed more than 50% of his mental energy.

In other words, if he continued to kill like this, he would surely die after killing eighteen more people at most.

Even though he still has sword intent.

But Liu Yue's sword, which had been integrated with the sword intent, had clearly shown that after his sword intent was dispersed, it might not be able to do anything to a fourth-level cultivator.

If he concentrated his energy, he could only kill one person at a time, but there were more than 700 enemies.

It is not advisable to use sword intent.

Moreover, after getting used to the one-hit kill effect of the red dot ability combined with the core of the ultimate power, he felt annoyed when using complicated moves.

Especially when he was in a hurry to go to Xia Gengshi to look for the envoy from the fairyland.

A slight silence.

Zhou Buzhou asked, "Is the speed and locking difficulty of the red dot related to the enemy's mental strength?"

100%.

Indeed, he had guessed this since he faced those fourth-level zombies in Taihu Lake.

But answering questions actually consumes mental energy, especially after he has mental power, he can realize the consumption of mental energy by asking questions.

So, he hadn't planned to ask.

But now we have to ask clearly.

Zhou Buzhou asked silently again: "Can my sword control other people's minds and weaken their mental strength with just one sword?"

This was also discovered when he was fighting against zombies in Taihu Lake. At that time, his unfinished sword strike made the zombies more spiritual, but at the same time it also made their movements slower.

There are only two possibilities for slowness: one is a physical problem, and the other is a mental problem.

But zombies are dead bodies, so it is more likely a problem of mental strength.

100%!

Looking at this number that he had seen countless times, Zhou Buzhou smiled slightly.

As I laughed, boundless sadness filled the air.

The long sword exudes the artistic conception of the whistling wind and the cold Yishui River.

That kind of bone-chilling sadness can make everyone who feels it tremble from the depths of their soul and feel boundless coldness from the depths of their soul.

"My heart is confused!"

The long sword is unsheathed.

But as Li Bai wrote in his poem, he drew his sword and looked around, feeling confused.

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