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Volume 1 The God of Hunting Office Chapter 967 Sword Rain

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    Zheng Xian's sword shocked the world just like Liu Gongli's sword.  Sword cultivators will always be the brightest stars in the world of cultivators. As long as there are sword cultivators appearing, the whole world will be dim. Even if there is light, it is the dazzling brilliance exuded by sword cultivators.  The sword cultivator himself is already so good, not to mention that Zheng Xian can also exert the power of the Great Sword Pavilion to 50%.  Such power is no longer what this world should have. It has completely surpassed the vision of everyone in front of him. I am afraid that only Chang Xiao can deal with Zheng Xian's majestic sword.  The disciples of the Ghost Sect and the Blood-bleeding Sect retreated one after another. Only a fool would stand in front of Zheng Xian.  However, a whistle sounded behind them, and they turned around in shock, only to find Chang Xiao's thin face facing them. His mouth twisted slightly and his chin raised. The meaning was very clear, telling them to attack Zheng Xian.  The scene of Chang Xiao gently picking off people's heads is still before their eyes, and the blood of their companions dripping on them has not even solidified yet.  The disciples of the Dripping Blood Sect and the Ghost Sect had faces as bitter as bitter gourds. The great monks of the Dripping Blood Sect and the Ghost Sect had to look around and ask for help: "Everyone, our Ghost Sect and the Dripping Blood Sect are really  We can¡¯t withstand the pressure from these two sides. Since we are also coming for Mr. Zheng, you can¡¯t just sit back and watch, right?¡± There are no less than two thousand monks from all the surrounding factions. Such a lineup is definitely quite terrifying.  There are so many monks who can't kill Zheng Xian and Chang Xiao. No one here believes it, but they are definitely not that stupid to ask them to help the Dripping Blood Sect and the Ghost Sect deal with Zheng Xian and Chang Xiao.  At this time, of course, they should stand far away and watch the excitement. What they are thinking about now is how to weaken others and then strengthen themselves. Under this policy, they naturally combine the Ghost Dao Sect and the Blood Drop Sect.  The elder's words fell on deaf ears and he pretended not to hear.  The expressions of the three great cultivators in the Gangqi Realm of Ghost Dao Sect and Dripping Blood Sect suddenly darkened, but they also knew that if these guys didn't take action, they couldn't force anything.  Therefore, the three great monks couldn't help but look between Zheng Xian and Chang Xiao. Facing Zheng Xian, they had to face Zheng Xian's great sword. And when facing Chang Xiao, Chang Xiao's killing methods were unbelievable.  The three of them all knew that they might not be able to laugh often.  This is definitely a difficult choice. Since the choice is too difficult, it is better not to choose. The three great elders of Ghost Dao Sect and Dripping Blood Sect glanced at each other, and then nodded slightly. They were about to give orders and dispersed. Since they didn¡¯t care  Killing Zheng Xian or Chang Xiao would cost a huge price, so it would be better to turn around and leave. At worst, watch from a distance and come back when there is an advantage.  I have to say that this was an extremely smart idea. They chose to leave. Zheng Xian would never pursue him or the others, but Chang Xiao could not stop them from adding up to hundreds of monks.  Just when they were about to speak out the order, Chang Xiao chuckled and said, "I told you idiots, now is the best time to kill Mr. Zheng. Didn't you see the long sword in Mr. Zheng's hand?"  Have you always maintained a huge state? Don¡¯t you know what this means?¡± The three great monks in the Gangqi realm were stunned and looked at Zheng Xian. Sure enough, the Great Sword Pavilion was still a hundred meters long.  Holding it, the huge sword body was completely out of proportion to Zheng Xian. The hilt alone was taller than Zheng Xian. From the perspective of the sword, Zheng Xian was as big as an ant.  Each of the three great monks in the Gangqi realm has a lifespan of at least four to five hundred years and has rich combat experience. They understand almost immediately that an immortal weapon like the Great Sword Pavilion cannot be used just as it is said to be, especially when Zheng Zheng just used it.  First, 50% of the power of the Great Sword Pavilion was used. There was a lever between the monk and the magic weapon. Except for Taoist magic weapons such as the marsh mirror that can be practiced by itself, most of the magic weapons followed this law. How much magic weapon should the monk use?  The magic weapon can produce as much power as it needs. If a monk wants to press the magic weapon high, he must expend corresponding vitality or energy.  They didn¡¯t believe that after Zheng Xian used the Great Sword Pavilion once, he still had the energy to cast it again. The inability to retract the Great Sword Pavilion in front of him was the best proof.  Everyone knows that Zheng Xian has many treasures in his hands, but if Zheng Xian does not have strong strength to support him, no matter how many treasures he has, they will be just a pile of rubbish.  Mr. Zheng has nothing to fear!  The three great monks in the Gangqi realm looked at each other again, and each saw greed in each other's eyes. Not only did they have greed, but the surrounding factions also heard Chang Xiao's words, and their eyes began to twinkle at this time.  Turquoise light.  In their eyes, Mr. Zheng is now like a baby carrying a precious treasure. They take it from him and they have no room to fight back.???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Ghost Dao Sect on the Path of Dao Dao Sect to be at the same place as the Ghost Path Clan and the other as well as the Dripping Blood Clan).  This time, the disciples of the Ghost Sect and the Blood Drop Sect pounced on Zheng Xian even harder than last time.  Of course, they are even worse than last time!  The 100-meter-long Great Sword Pavilion in Zheng Xian's hand was violently swung up by Zheng Xian.  A hundred-meter-long arc was drawn in the air, and it slammed into the center of the Blood-Drip Gate and the Ghost Path Gate. This sword killed not many monks, only a dozen or so, but the hundred-meter-long sword slashed across the air,  The intimidation was so strong that the Ghost Dao Sect monks and the Blood Drop Sect monks who had just rushed towards Zheng Xian had to stop and looked at Zheng Xian with shock and confusion.  At this time, Chang's laughing voice sounded behind them again: "Zheng Xian is no longer able to use the power of the Great Sword Pavilion. Otherwise, he would not just swing the Great Sword Pavilion around like this. This usage is different from the ordinary iron sword."  What's the difference? It makes perfect sense! The three great monks made a decision immediately, leading the Ghost Sect and the Blood Drop Sect to rush towards Zheng Xian.  The Great Sword Pavilion in Xian's hand suddenly cracked from the handle, and the cracks continued to spread upwards. These cracks intersected with each other, and ran across the sword of the Great Sword Pavilion like lightning. The Great Sword Pavilion burst into millions of pieces in an instant.  This was called the Blood Dropping Sect and the Ghost Dao Sect monks were overjoyed. Zheng Xian was indeed at the end of his strength, and it was time for them to start to retrieve the treasure. Immediately, the Ghost Dao Sect disciples and the Blood Dropping Sect disciples who had been standing still erupted into a tsunami again.  With a roar like a hungry wolf, Monk Diannian couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he saw this scene, but his face was smiling, and he seemed to be very optimistic about the outcome. The smile on Zheng Xian's face widened again, and then he spat out.  Two words: ¡°Sword Rain!  " As the two words were uttered, the fragments of the Great Sword Pavilion all over the ground suddenly buzzed. They all jumped up from the ground, swung violently in the air, and then rose up together, forming a huge flower above Zheng Xian's head.  The dark clouds were densely covered with short sword tips and sword blades. The disciples of the Ghost Sect and the disciples of the Blood Drops couldn't help but stop again and stared blankly at the clouds above their heads. It didn't mean that Zheng Xian had no power.  Didn't it mean that Zheng Xian was no longer able to operate the Great Sword Pavilion? What's going on now? Chang Xiao's voice sounded from behind him without missing a moment: "It's just the end of the strong crossbow!"  Come on!  ¡± But this time, neither the Blood Dropping Sect nor the Ghost Way Sect completely took Chang Xiao¡¯s words as the truth, but the three elders of the Blood Dropping Sect and the Ghost Way Sect looked at each other again, and each of them was confused. They were looking at Mr. Zheng.  While they were dazed and hesitant, the dark cloud of broken swords covering an area of ??hundreds above their heads let out bursts of thunder. It wasn't thunder, it was the sound of small swords hitting each other and exploding with a thunderbolt.  There was a loud sound, and tens of thousands of broken swords poured down from the sky like heavy rain.
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