Chapter 316: When the emperor is angry, millions of people will die!

Xuanyuan Sheng also carefully observed Song Mang's cartoon toy sword and saw that the trigger of a gun was installed in the handle position of the toy sword.

The cartoon toy sword is bright yellow all over, with an orange handle. The length of the sword is only half of a normal spirit sword, and there are four words engraved on the sword.

Imperial sword!

To call this thing a toy sword may not be quite accurate. It should be called a cartoon pistol in the shape of a long sword.

Xuanyuan Sheng's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he whispered to Song Mang, "Miss Song, although your sword is also made of paper, doesn't paper only exert its power when it is shaped like a weapon?

If it's in the shape of a cartoon toy, then after burning it will only function as a toy!"

Song Mang held up the "Imperial Sword" and said nonchalantly, "Toy swords are enough for playing with them. Is it really necessary to use hot weapons?

There are more than 20 Nascent Soul cultivators here. If I kill them all, wouldn't I be a big devil? "

Xuanyuan Sheng: “…”

Xuanyuan Sheng took a look at Song Mang's cultivation and wanted to say, shouldn't we be more low-key?

There are more than twenty Nascent Soul cultivators here, not more than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators! Even if he was besieged by more than twenty Nascent Soul cultivators, he might not be able to escape unscathed!

Xuanyuan Sheng couldn't help but say, "I think this sword is not as cool as the gun you used just now. Otherwise, you should use that gun to deal with them!"

Those people are not all sword cultivators, and you are not a professional sword cultivator, so there is no need to compete with them in swordsmanship."

Song Mang said, "When I was bored, I took apart two paper figures and put them back together. I haven't tested their power yet, so this is a good time to give it a try."

At this time, those Nascent Soul cultivators attacked them together.

Xuanyuan Sheng felt it at the first moment. He stood in front of Song Mang and was about to attack with the Xuanyuan Sword.

but.

Song Mang pushed him away and said, "Get out of the way! Don't block me from showing off my skills. I'll show you what real swordsmanship is!"

Song Mang pushed him away and pointed the Imperial Sword at the Nascent Soul cultivators, saying, "Although I have only been practicing for a short time, I have always been a man of ancient customs. I can usually joke with you in a very casual manner, but if you touch my reverse scale, I will let you know what true darkness is."

Xuanyuan Sheng: ???!

Others: ???

Was this woman scared crazy by them?

Seeing Song Mang take out such a cartoon toy sword, everyone was stunned and stopped attacking.

Someone said directly with disdain, "What kind of ancient style person are you? Do you believe that I will beat you up and make you go crazy?"

Song Mang: "I am the Supreme Lord."

other side:???

Others: ???

Song Mang suddenly took out a bright yellow cloak from the storage space and put it on.

"I'll give you one more chance. If the guy who attacked me comes out on his own, I'll spare the others.

Otherwise, I will let you see what it means when the emperor is angry and millions of people die."

Seeing her cloak, everyone's eyes twitched.

There was a huge dragon emoticon printed on the cloak, and there were four words on the emoticon.

【I am the Son of Heaven! 】

No wonder this woman was playing with the brain-damaged Xuanyuan Sheng. It turned out that they were discussing their illnesses!

"You're the emperor, and I'm not the Jade Emperor. What the hell is this psychopath? Killing you is a waste of my time!"

Someone sneered and used his own spiritual weapon to launch a fatal attack on Song Mang.

When the others saw Song Mang like this, they relaxed their guard a little and looked at her with some sympathy in their eyes.

He's so young but has so many powerful paper weapons in his hands. It turns out he must have a problem with his brain!

Others also attacked Song Mang.

They all felt that the crazy woman Song Mang was easier to deal with, and wanted to get rid of her before dealing with Xuanyuan Sheng seriously.

In the world shrouded in blood-red moonlight, the pressure emanating from so many Nascent Soul cultivators made the air stagnant and the space distorted.

The other cultivators on the ground were still absorbing the power of the blood moon, but they were unable to withstand the terrifying pressure and vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Five or six Nascent Soul cultivators rushed over first, and tremendous energy gathered around them, which was overwhelming.

Song Mang's cultivation level was not as high as theirs, so the pressure would have had a serious impact on her, but fortunately, Xuanyuan Sheng, the Nascent Soul, was beside her.

Xuanyuan Sheng was a Nascent Soul cultivator who had advanced to the Nascent Soul stage through his own efforts, and with the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand, he could easily help dissolve the Nascent Soul pressure of these cultivators.

Song Mang was not affected by the pressure. She slashed at the Nascent Soul cultivators who were rushing towards her with her sword.

Among these Nascent Soul cultivators, there was a cultivator with dual spiritual roots of thunder and water. He directly used the spiritual power of water to condense a huge leopard and attacked Song Mang.

There were flashes of lightning on the leopard's surface.

The spiritual leopard rushed to the front and soon crashed into the spiritual sword shadow that Song Mang had slashed out.

The sword shadow dissipated instantly.

"Is this the only power your sword has?"

The cultivator scoffed, "If you had used the paper spear, you would have been able to fight us. But you put it away. How can you, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, fight us?"

Another cultivator nearby said, "She's probably afraid we'll snatch the paper gun. After all, Nascent Soul cultivators can teleport, and their speed is beyond her reach.

But what good is hiding the paper gun? Once we kill her, we can still get the paper gun!"

The words fell.

The spiritual power leopard condensed by the cultivator was not damaged at all and continued to rush towards Song Mang.

The leopard, carrying lightning, was getting faster and faster, and was about to hit Song Mang's body.

But the next second.

Song Mang stepped on the bone staff and his figure suddenly disappeared.

By the time others reacted, more than ten Song Mang figures appeared in the middle of the encirclement.

Song Mang used the Puppet Master's clone ghost card!

boom--!

The spiritual leopard hit one of the Song Mangs, and that figure turned into a ball of ghost energy and dissipated, but a new Song Mang appeared in another direction.

"She used a high-level joker!"

Someone soon noticed.

Although their cultivation base was raised to the Nascent Soul stage in a short period of time, their spiritual awareness had not yet been raised, so there was no way to distinguish which one was the real Song Mang.

Bang--!

Suddenly, more than a dozen Song Mang clones raised their toy swords and pulled the triggers at the same time.

She curled her lips slightly, "We can set off fireworks again."

Everyone saw the front end of the toy sword open like a flower bud, and a grenade flew out, hitting a monk in the face unexpectedly!

Bang bang bang!

The toy swords kept firing, and more than a dozen grenades were thrown at them as if they were free.

Song Mang’s clones are fake, but the toy guns in the clones’ hands are real!

Can launch grenades!

boom--!

More than ten grenades exploded in the air at the same time, and the flames spread into a large sea of fire.