Chapter 235 How dare you talk about immortals and gods

Chu Ge thought that the other party was an old man who wanted to hang himself because he thought he would die sooner, so he went to provoke Qiu Qiu, and he was not worried at all.

But in fact, Qiu Wuji is more difficult to beat than him.

He was too restrained. The ability that the opponent was proud of, which could turn 99% of his opponents into trash, was basically meaningless to him. In terms of fighting ability alone, how could he compare with someone like him who had trained in the world of immortals? Of course, it was a pure crushing defeat.

On the contrary, Qiu Wuji did not have this kind of restraint. It was a pure confrontation of hard power.

And the strength of this mysterious sonic attacker was not weak at all. If he was really weak, how could he possibly counter the sonic waves swirling in Qiu Wuji's counterattack and sweep into the sky?

The other party is obviously a psychic who is deeply immersed in this. His control over and power of sound has reached an extremely terrifying level. The person doesn't know where he is, but the control of the sound waves has already spanned countless time and space, vibrating the space.

If Qiu Wuji was a cultivator of the Way of Sound, she could still use sound to break the sound, but she was a cultivator of the Way of Sword.

Then break it with the sword!

The sword doesn't know where to attack?

There is no need to attack, the sword will still make a sound.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Around the wind dragon created by the sound waves, countless shadows of divine swords suddenly appeared, circling the wind. The shadows of the swords trembled, as if the sound of Huangzhong Dalu was interweaving in the air, and thunder echoed.

The ocean in the distance suddenly began to surge, the sea water rushed up, condensed into sword intent, countless and thousands of them, rising into the sky.

The waves are surging, the water swords are ringing, the sea and the sky are in harmony, and the sword song of heaven and earth.

The starry sky at night became magnificent, and the special effects of the fairy tales filled the night of the real world, making the neon lights of the city pale in comparison.

In the neon city of Magic City, countless people turned their heads and looked: "What is that?"

"What the hell! Which Taoist fellow is here to survive the calamity?"

"Is it some kind of nebular phenomenon?"

"It must be a phenomenon caused by the swirling air currents in the sea. It just happens to look like the Ten Thousand Swords Technique. It's really beautiful!"

There was a sudden thunder in the distance.

The rumbling thunder sounded muffled in the distant sea. The sword shadow flying in the wind seemed to be unable to maintain and began to twist and dissipate. The water sword in the sea also seemed to be shattered by the thunder, turned into water mist again, and fell into the sea.

People couldn't see the details clearly, and they sighed that this sword song was short-lived. It really wasn't about a fellow Taoist transcending a tribulation... Only a few people could guess what it was, and they were all shocked.

Is this the result of a competition between people with special abilities?

This has already affected the celestial phenomena!

Amid the thunder, a vague voice echoed: "Who... are you? Are you the SSS from China?"

SSS in China? What does this tone mean? Qiu Wuji was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Guess?"

The other party did not answer, and the voice was transmitted to someone unknown: "This woman dare not be easily distracted when fighting with me, you should act according to the situation!"

The atmosphere paused slightly, and soon a group of people in black suits came from all directions and rushed towards the factory.

"There are foreigners?" Wan Zijun leaned against the doorpost, looking in astonishment at the people rushing towards him. In addition to Chinese faces, there were actually a few foreigners mixed in.

"As expected of a large group in Shanghai, they even have foreigners working as thugs." Wan Zijun wrote a dragon on his left cheek with some trepidation, thinking that since foreigners live in China, they should at least be able to recognize words, right?

On second thought, that may not be the case. How many "international students" can't even speak Chinese clearly but still get scholarships and find study partners?

Seeing that everyone was rushing in front of him, Wan Zijun quickly added a "dragon" on the right side of his face.

The man in black suit in front rushed up to him and saw the words on Wan Zijun's face. Before he could laugh, he saw a five-clawed golden dragon winding through the sky and occupying the entire space. The huge factory building was under the dragon's belly, just like a matchbox.

The foreigners saw a black dragon with huge wings, lying on the glittering treasure, with flames coming out of the dragon's mouth and its spine cracked like lava collapsing, and blood flowing on the ground making a hissing and burning sound.

"What the hell?"

"Fuck?"

A group of people in black suits, both Chinese and foreign, were stunned. They all slammed on the brakes and turned around and ran away.

Beat your sister! Who can fight such a big dragon! If you don’t run away, you will be eaten and there will be no place to complain!

Chef Jin and others who were sharpening their knives on the side were dumbfounded. We haven't made a move yet?

In the back, Zhong Yi stood under the window, looking calmly at Yaorao in front of him: "This road is blocked."

Mi Xiaolin sneered: "Zhong Yi, others may be afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you."

Zhong Yi said calmly: "Yeah, you don't even know me."

"I don't know her, but I've heard of her for a long time." Mi Xiaolin didn't want to greet Zhong Yi. She was surprised and a little panicked that the woman inside could actually fight against her master. The situation had become so chaotic. If it wasn't dealt with quickly, she would never be able to live in peace.

She gritted her teeth, and suddenly a black butterfly shadow appeared on her palm.

At the same time, Zhong Yi frowned slightly and looked at the palm of his hand. An identical butterfly shadow had appeared there without him noticing.

"It's unlikely that this thing would appear directly on a person's body... Could it be that it was left behind when Nan Jiang and she shook hands politely before they met, and it only appeared now with her ability?" The thought flashed through Zhong Yi's mind, and before he could figure out what this butterfly shadow was used for, he saw Mi Xiaolin crush the butterfly in her own palm.

As the butterfly shattered, Zhong Yi's right hand also exploded, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Superpower: The butterfly effect.

Zhong Yi groaned in pain, but a hint of joy appeared on his face: "Very good, very good...it hurts."

After saying just six words, his right hand returned to its original state.

Mi Xiaolin was not surprised and sneered, "I don't know how your injury healed, but it definitely couldn't be without a price. You must be many times weaker than usual to have a hand blown off for no reason. Do you still want to bluff me?"

Before he finished speaking, a whip-like kick had already kicked towards Zhong Yi's face.

Zhong Yi's body swayed slightly, and his right hand, which was considered to be "countlessly weaker", hit Mi Xiaolin's lower abdomen like a hammer. The punch sent her flying more than ten meters away, and she fell heavily on the mud.

"Ahem..." Mi Xiaolin raised her head with difficulty, looking at Zhong Yi who was walking towards her as if she had seen a ghost: "How... is it possible?"

"I'm sorry, I won't become weak after recovering from my injuries. Otherwise, why do you think others are afraid of me? You conceited fool." Zhong Yi stepped forward and was about to give him another kick.

Mi Xiaolin suddenly turned into a butterfly shadow and disappeared.

Her last voice echoed in the air: "You too."

Zhong Yi frowned.

This woman has strange abilities... Be careful if you meet her next time. If she accidentally sticks a butterfly on a vital part of your body, will you still be alive?

How many people has she slept with?

No wonder……

The attackers from the front and rear fled in all directions, and the sonic confrontation in the core area also produced results almost at the same time.

After Qiu Wuji's Ten Thousand Swords were shattered, she also felt competitive. The Song of Ten Thousand Swords was restrained and condensed into an extremely huge and ancient sword in the sky again.

The air around seemed to shrink and collapse due to the appearance of the sword. All life force was annihilated, leaving only the most primitive extinction.

It's like a vacuum.

Is there any sound still there?

In terms of the basic goal of protecting Du Qi and the other person, Qiu Wuji had already achieved a great victory, and the opponent could not penetrate the range of the sword shadow around her at all.

Within the protection of the sword, she is the master.

But just guarding was not enough for Qiu Wuji.

She raised her head slightly and looked towards the sky above the factory building with a big hole in it. The tornado filled with sonic waves was still entangled.

Qiu Wuji's long hair moved without wind, and he whispered, "Go."

The shape of the ancient sword rose into the sky and broke straight into the core of the tornado.

There was no sound of collision.

Silent and invisible.

The entire tornado became a vacuum, just like a piece of drawing paper being erased by an eraser. As the ancient sword rolled over, the space became clean. How could there be sound in a vacuum?

But if you look carefully, you will find that it is not a vacuum, but there seem to be little fireflies in the air, seeming to exist but not really.

Qiu Wuji's unique Taixu Fire, the residue left after she used her ultimate move with all her strength.

The sword breaks the void!

In a villa somewhere in the Magic City, someone suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, and whispered in horror: "Who on earth is this... Is he really the god of your China?"

A black butterfly shadow stumbled and hit his back, and turned into Mi Xiaolin.

The "master" who was injured remotely couldn't even block the impact, and the two of them rolled into a gourd in a mess.

But at this moment, they had no intention of thinking about their own embarrassment. All that came to their mind were Mi Xiaolin's previous words: "If the master personally takes action, then even if they are blessed by gods and Buddhas, they are doomed!"

How dare a mortal... speak nonsense about immortals and gods!

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PS: emmmm Although the recent updates are not very good, I still ask for monthly tickets. It’s the end of the month... I will try my best to work hard next time...

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