Chapter 8

The next day, after resting in a small town, the team set out early.

At noon, the scorching sun burned the earth, and the grass on the side of the road seemed to shrink, as if it was weak burned by the sun. Although the team are all good players of the dragon and tiger sect, they are not immortals after all. Under the scorching sun, they keep sweating, their whole body is weak and weak, and their vigilance has reached the lowest point.

In the distance, the roadside became a forest.

"Boss, people are coming soon." the ferocious man respectfully reported. The leader nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes and said, "let the brothers show their moves and watch my gestures."

The team walked slowly. Wang Chen quietly practiced his sword technique. Suddenly, he felt as if he was on top of a hungry wolf, and the cold air penetrated into his body.

Although Wang Chen is not an immortal and does not form divine consciousness under the moisture of aura, his sensory power is much better than ordinary people under the subtle change of aura.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

The sound of breaking the air interrupted Wang Chen's doubts. The arrows were like rain and black light, like the sickle of death into the crowd.

Poof, poof, poof!

Arrows were inserted into the body, blood splashed, and figures fell down. There is only a cyan arrow tail left on the front of the body! Although ordinary arrows have lethality, they are not a threat to second-class experts, let alone first-class experts.

The shadow of arrows flashed. The giant sword in Wang Chen's hand was like eyes, which could always be blocked in advance. Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding.

"Refined iron arrow", Wang Chen stared at the trace on the five foot giant sword. The giant sword was not too strong because it was too big, but it was made of refined iron after all. "This dart robber is unusual... It's more and more interesting." Wang Chen thought in his heart, and an inexplicable smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

In about a quarter of an hour, after nearly ten thousand arrows tilted, more than 40 guild members lay on the ground, and most of them can stay are second-rate masters.

At this time, nearly a thousand mountain bandits suddenly poured out from all directions. They rushed over with all kinds of weapons and helped them escort. For so many years, none of them had seen blood. Either you or I died. In an instant, two groups of people and horses were killed together.

There were dozens of people around Wang Chen, but in the face of many enemies, Wang Chen was not timid, but his blood was boiling and excited.

Although there are a large number of people in the stronghold, there are not many martial arts practitioners. Although there is the weapon support of the employer, there is only one first-class expert, which is much inferior to the dragon and tiger gang.

This battle is suitable for Wang Chen to practice and increase combat experience. So the killing, like endless killing, came into being. When a knife is cut horizontally, the body of the giant sword is inserted like the other party's body. In an instant, blood splashed everywhere. Before the sword was pulled out, several enemies killed again. No one can pull out the sword and use it as a reference. He doesn't retreat but advance.

"Die!"

In the surprised eyes of the other party, his fingers were inserted into his throat. However, the killing did not stop. The giant sword was pulled out of the body and began to rage madly.

A year ago, when Wang Chen met the inheritance of sword mania, he struggled about which to choose for a while. Now after a period of killing, Wang Chen found how wise his choice was. Fancy moves are really of little use in this battle. A fierce blow will kill, and rapid sword moves are the most effective.

The battle lasted about half an hour. More than a thousand mountain bandits were killed, and hundreds of others were defeated. The elder didn't let the gang chase after them, but with a gloomy face, ordered them to pack up and hurry on their way.

More than 30 people died in the team of more than 200 people. More than 60 people were injured and had to go back to the gang to recover. The team was reduced to 100 people. After starting again, the atmosphere of the team became more dignified.

The more elders, the stronger the strength, which means the more difficult the task is!

The next day

Late at night, the bright crescent moon hung in the dark air, like a machete with cold light, making people shudder. Everyone was already asleep, leaving only two guards dozing at the door of the room. Suddenly, a dark cloud came and covered the curved moon, making it darker all around.

Joo! Joo!

The two guards opened their eyes before they died. They looked unbelievable. There was a knife between their necks. The blood was dark red. It was obviously poisoned.

The sound of these two concealed weapons is very small, and ordinary disciples naturally don't notice it. But who are the three elders? They are first-class experts. When the two guards opened their eyes, they already noticed something wrong.

"Who, sneaky". This loud drink used internal power, suddenly woke up the people, and the killing began

An hour later, the whole Inn was full of corpses. Wang Chen also had several knife wounds. He felt weak and weak all over and could only stand by his sword.

After the fierce battle, the elders ordered them to go back to rest. Naturally, the dead bodies in the inn were cleaned up by Wang Chen.

In fact, picking up the corpse is also a beautiful job. After all, the silver on the corpse belongs to him.

With dazzling blood and scattered stumps, many people couldn't even assemble the body, so they had to settle the matter hastily. However, other people are numb to see these bodies, leaving only the desire to search the dead for money. Even they don't know how long they will become corpses on the ground and be sold by others.

The forest red fire light shone on Wang Chen's deep face. The corpse piled into a small mound sent out an unpleasant smell. In a moment, it was burned to ashes by the fire light.

"What is Jianghu? Jianghu is killing involuntarily. No, I won't be like this. I want to cultivate immortals. I must cultivate immortals. I want eternal life and strong power. I want to cultivate immortals."

As if crazy, Wang Chen showed his ferocious face and was more ferocious in the light of the fire. His fists were bouncing. If Wang Chen was eager to cultivate immortals in the past, now he is persistent to death. Since his family was broken, Wang Chen finally found his future goal.

Immortality, power, immortality.

No one knows how much power a young tree can burst out. This is the strangeness of life. It blooms the greatness of life in incredible places, earth shaking!

Wang Chen already knew the fact of his five spiritual roots through accepting Qi, but he didn't know what the five spiritual roots meant in the cultivation world.

The four spirit roots, due to the slow absorption of Reiki, were turned into waste spirit roots, and the five spirit roots friar was recognized as the waste of cultivating all his life. Wang Chen didn't know. If he knew, he might break the idea of cultivating immortals, and there would be no legend in the three realms since then.

Opportunities can be obtained, but if you lose confidence in yourself, God can't help you!

Right next to the fire burning the corpse, Wang Chen bought the idea of Xiuxian for the first time. Since then, as long as there is a chance, the small saplings will have the chance to grow into towering trees and soar into the sky.