The heavens, start from one person

Chapter 165 Zhao Lizheng Sets Up a Bureau
He roared, and a sharp sword intent swept out, covering the two of them in an instant, and the man's body exploded directly, and he died unexpectedly.

"You three, you all deserve to die!"

He glanced coldly at the remaining one late Nascent Soul cultivator and one early Nascent Soul cultivator, his eyes filled with anger.

At this moment, his true energy was almost exhausted, and if he didn't heal his wounds in time, he would definitely fall into a disadvantage, so he could only choose to avoid the edge temporarily.

"Senior, please forgive me, the younger one has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, please forgive me, the younger one is willing to follow your example!"

The remaining monk at the early stage of Nascent Soul quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

The white-clothed monk looked at him coldly and said, "Hmph, I don't need you to stand up for me. If I don't kill these three people today, my heart will not be at ease!"

Hearing this, the man trembled uncontrollably. He looked at the two people around him, then at the monk in white, and said through gritted teeth: "Senior, you guys are innocent, please let us go!"

The monk in white snorted coldly. He looked at the two impatiently and said, "Hmph! If I don't kill you, how can I get revenge?"

While speaking, the long sword in his hand came out of its sheath, exuding a cold light, pointing the tip of the sword at the other party, and said: "Since you want to die, I will fulfill you, go!"

Seeing this, the man was startled, quickly waved his hands, and begged for mercy: "No, no, we are willing to submit to senior! Senior, spare your life!"

"Hehe, it's late!"

The monk in white said coldly, the tip of the sword in his hand trembled, the sword light flickered, and he stabbed forward.

Puff!

Blood flew, and a deep sword mark appeared on the man's neck. His eyes widened, and his face was full of unwillingness and resentment.

The white-clothed monk withdrew the long sword in his hand, and his figure disappeared. He reappeared next to another late Nascent Soul cultivator, stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's shoulder, and with a sudden force, there was a sound of bone shattering.

The monk turned pale and screamed in pain, but he had no ability to resist.

The friar in white had a ferocious expression on his face, kicked him violently with his right foot, and sent him flying far away, hitting the ground with a bang, making a dull sound.

"what!!!"

He cried out in pain, covering his neck with his hands, twitching constantly, scarlet blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that their companion was injured, the faces of the other two were filled with fear, and they quickly backed away, knowing that they would never escape the fate of being killed.

Seeing this, the monk in white sneered and said, "I want to run now, it's too late!"

As soon as the words fell, his figure flickered and he quickly chased after him.

puff!puff!
Pfft!Pfft!
Three sounds came out at the same time, and his three long swords directly penetrated the chests of the three monks, nailing them to the ground, and blood gushed out from the three holes.

The monk in white dragged the bodies of the three people to a distance and threw them away, only then did his complexion improve.

He was panting, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly, showing the agitation in his heart. Although he killed these three guys, he also paid a great price. The true energy in his body was exhausted, and he was even a little weak.

At this time, he felt his own danger.

He didn't dare to be careless, and quickly sat down cross-legged to recover his true energy. What he needs to do now is to restore his strength as much as possible. Only by ensuring that he is strong enough can he survive.

During this period of time, he took out his storage ring, rummaged through the contents, found a pill and took it.

This is a healing elixir, which can replenish the true energy he has consumed and allow him to recover in a short time.

After he took this healing elixir, his face showed a relaxed look, and he continued to adjust the state of his body.

Time passed slowly, and before you knew it, night fell.

He opened his eyes, looked around, and saw that there was no one nearby, so he stood up reassuringly, walked to a huge tree, stripped off the leaves, and lit it.

This tree is a thousand-year-old tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. It is tens of feet high, and the leaves are very thick, enough to resist the attacks of the foundation-building monks.

The monk in white lit a bonfire, spread the leaves on the ground, lay down, and closed his eyes to rest.

His body rolled on the leaves, making a rustling sound. These leaves were stained with a lot of mud and looked dirty.

"I can't sleep. Once I fall asleep, I may not be able to wake up. Moreover, this forest is very strange. I must proceed with caution."

"However, even if this is the case, let's sleep for a while! When I recover a bit, I will find a way to leave this place."

He thought silently.

He rested on the ground for half an hour, feeling that his true energy had almost recovered, and then slowly stood up.

But he didn't leave here immediately. After all, this place is too weird. If he leaves rashly, who knows what kind of danger he will encounter?

Moreover, if a monk suddenly appeared beside him at this time, he would be powerless to resist.

He got up immediately, but he didn't want to stay for a long time, so he left this place quickly and headed towards the outside world.

"A seriously injured Huashen is not as good as a Nascent Soul cultivator, hum!"

At this moment, a voice sounded, and he raised his head to see a late Nascent Soul cultivator standing on a tree staring at him, his eyes full of greed.

"Even if I'm seriously injured, do you think you can beat me?"

The monk in white said softly.

He cursed secretly in his heart, he never thought that he would meet an enemy at this time, he knew that the other party was a cultivator at the early stage of Nascent Soul, and his current cultivation base was already on the verge of collapse.

However, he still cheered up and used his biting sword intent.

The sword intent soared, and countless sword edges moved around, rushing towards the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Seeing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator showed shock on his face. He didn't expect the cultivator in white to have such power. He quickly sacrificed his magic weapon, and a black flag appeared in midair.

The black flag fluttered in the wind, making a shrill neighing sound. It was covered with all kinds of runes and shone with a faint blue light, as if it could suck people's souls.

"Go ahead and devour his soul!"

He waved his arm, and the black flag quickly grew bigger, turning into a pitch-black mountain, and hit the white-clothed monk with a bang.

The white-clothed cultivator's face was serious, without the slightest sign of fear. He swung his long sword in his hand, and a huge sword gang slashed towards the black mountain peak, colliding with the black flag.

Click!Click!
The runes on the black mountain collapsed in an instant, turning into endless debris.

"How is it possible? This is impossible, how can you block my attack?"

The black-robed man was shocked and couldn't believe what he saw.

"Hahaha, do you think that you are very powerful because you are a Nascent Soul cultivator? You are wrong. With your strength, you can't do anything to me!"

The white-clothed monk shouted coldly, and the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger as he spoke!
The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, not only breaking the moves of the man in black robe, but also the artistic conception of the sword is vertical and horizontal, so that he can kill him without any disadvantage.

But the white-clothed monk was also out of breath. With no strength to fight, he walked past the beheaded monk and found the monk smiling strangely.

"Are you going to laugh at me before you die?"

As the swordsman in white said, he left with his crotch, and soon, he came to a mortal town.

(End of this chapter)