Weird creatures are born with all kinds of strange features, some are sweet-looking, some are ugly.
Some have long swords on their waists like the shadows in the human contract, while others hold giant axes.
But no matter what the shape.
The damage they inflict using this innate weapon is no different from that inflicted by their own fists.
The so-called long sword and giant axe are just "toys", and the real damage is the same as that of a fist.
Only one is strangely different.
Wielding the long sword that he was born with, if he could turn its sharpness into damage, he could chop off monsters above and cut off human bodies below.
It was once called the Sword Gui, and later gradually became the Gui Sword.
Because the weirdos all said that it was not strong, the sword was strong.
Rather than saying it is a sword trick, it is better to say that it holds a trick sword.
The old man in black robe happily wrote down what he saw and heard in the narration, and also noted:
Using videos and pictures as evidence, I can prove that the Drunken Immortal is Guijian. Please be informed.
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After Black Robe finished writing the story and filled in his own name, his excitement gradually subsided. He quietly watched the judge's final struggle, then whispered:
"This is the first time I've witnessed the fall of a city, and it's even set against a backdrop of white lotuses. It's a beautiful sight, but I'll wait until I've seen it before getting excited."
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The judge's screams resounded throughout the venue, echoing among the mountains in the night when everyone remained silent.
Its last arm was cut off in mid-air, and the moment it touched the fragments, it was destroyed and its soul shattered.
"Why! You still use this tool! Isn't your collection unique?!"
The judge was angry, as he still remembered the arm that was cut off by the Drunken Immortal many years ago.
Unlike the curse of the Ghost Mother, the arm severed by the sword will not disappear, but it will become an independent entity.
I can't connect it anyway.
Now, the arm was chopped into pieces.
The hateful thing is that it has become a new "individual".
This means that he can't grow a new arm.
The judge firmly believed that this trick, which had nothing to do with alcohol, must be the prop of the wine immortal.
But he never thought that many years later, tonight, he would see again this "prop" that made him dare not relax every day!
"Aha? Props..."
The wine fairy twisted his neck, and after holding the broken sword formed by the fragments of the wine jar, his expression became colder and colder.
He was so cold that he didn't look like a carefree drunkard, but rather like an executioner who only used his hands and not his words.
“It’s indeed a prop.”
The wine immortal walked slowly towards the judge, turned his hand, and swung the broken sword in a semicircle.
The semicircle touched the judge's feet and was cut into several pieces.
The locusts that he wanted to summon were chopped into nothingness at lightning speed before they even formed.
Within a hundred meters of the Drunken Immortal and the Judge, even the Ghost Mother stopped in her tracks and did not dare to move forward.
The judge's painful wails became the loudest music of the night.
"Why do you—can you have two props!"
The judge stared at the broken sword, like a dying prisoner, trying to use his eyes to stop the knife from falling on his neck.
"Could it be that this... this is also a weapon forged by Gan Jiang?!"
The judge's mind was not clear, and he completely forgot that Gan Jiang was only capable of destroying a city. Although his weapon could damage or destroy a city, it also depended on the opponent's strength to be able to unleash the true power of the weapon.
Moreover, it is impossible for a sword to kill and destroy a city in an instant.
The legendary ten thousand swords recognizing their master also refers to "ten thousand swords" rather than something as absurd as one sword opening the gate of heaven.
When the Drunken Immortal swung his broken sword again, it cut off his neck on the spot.
At the moment of cutting off, just a casual sentence:
"Go ask the King of Hell."
The judge's screams stopped abruptly.
The soul and body gradually dissipated.
The strange thing is that they will not die if their heads are cut off. Their souls and bodies must be completely disintegrated before they can be considered truly dead.
However, every time the Drunken Immortal swung his sword, dozens, even hundreds or thousands of strikes were made.
Starting from the neck, it gradually disappears on both sides.
The judge's head rolled to the ground and rolled a long way.
Its face happened to be facing the direction of the old man in black robe.
He saw the video recorder, sat on the ground with it, picked up the popcorn that had fallen on the ground, and ate it with gusto, then he came to his senses.
Perhaps I was being used as a chess piece.
But why... is there such a powerful sword?
That doesn't make sense.
Still a prop.
Apart from Nuyan Ganjiang, who else is qualified to create weapons that can cause harm and destroy lives in the city?
It seems that there really is...
A strange sword that was born with strangeness. It is said that it was halfway to destroying the city, but was spotted by a certain city destroyer, who killed it and took away the strange sword.
Could it be that the one who killed that strange man, Miecheng, was the Drunken Immortal?
That doesn't make sense...
It is said that the strange sword that was born with strangeness will also die with strangeness.
How is it possible that Gui is dead but the sword is still there?
If the rumors were false, there would be no such thing as a ghost sword in the world.
If it is true, since Gui is dead, there will be no Gui Sword in the world.
My head itches...
The judge found that when he finally dissipated, his brain suddenly worked very well.
I can think of many questions at once, even though most of them have no answers.
He even wondered whether the old man in black robe had interfered when his arm was cut off.
I don’t know.
The judge completely disappeared.
The fragments in the wine fairy's hands finally obeyed Newton's law and fell from the air.
The cold and arrogant wine immortal gradually returned to his previous carefree and nonchalant appearance without the slightest airs.
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