Exploring Weird Lands: Playing as Unshakable Bilian at the beginning

Seeming to see Chu Lan's doubts, Ying Qi smiled and said: "You helped us get rid of the enemy, of course I thank you."

"Our four avatars of happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy all have their own thinking and are avatars of the main body."

"Avatars can cultivate on their own, and the main body can recall the avatars for refining. In terms of strength, it is as simple as 1+1=2. The four avatars combined with the main body have four times the strength."

"But, the subject will choose the strongest avatar consciousness, and all other consciousnesses will be wiped out."

"Eradication means our complete demise."

He took out a cigar, and the corner of his mouth showed a hint of anger: "You killed, it happened to be the strongest among us, so we have to thank you."

"However, if you killed our brother, we will naturally seek revenge from you."

He lit his cigar, pulled off his tie and put it aside: "So, are you ready to accept death?"

After finishing speaking, he got a long sword from nowhere, and stabbed Chu Lan's neck with one sword.

Chu Lan's complexion changed. He hadn't recovered from the battle with the angry Ying Qi just now, and met another master of the same level.

When the qi is used up, the five thunders can't be performed at all.

Fortunately, this Shadow Seven is not fast, and he can still use his body's agility to avoid the sword's edge.

But this Ying Qi did not know where he learned the sword technique, and the angle of each sword was extremely tricky, and Chu Lan had to exhaust all his strength to barely dodge a blow.

"not bad."

Ying Qixie stopped with a smile, let go of the hilt, and the sword was suspended in front of him.

He made seals with his hands, and gradually the sword became strange.

One handle turns into two handles, two handles turn into four handles, four handles turn into eight handles...

In just over ten seconds, nearly a thousand long swords appeared around Ying Qi.

"What's the use of being fast, no matter how fast you can pass the sword?"

He pinched his ring finger with his thumb and flicked it lightly.

Those long swords seemed to have eyes, and they flew towards Chu Lan quickly.

"Well, this move is quite similar to Wan Jian Gui Zong, but no, it is much more powerful than Wan Jian Gui Zong. Every sword here is a real sword."

Chu Lan retreated quickly. Along the way, all the big trees were cut down by the edge of the long sword. From above Shenyin Valley, it looked like a giant tree-cutting machine was advancing at full speed.

Chu Lan kept complaining, and the claw marks on her body hadn't healed yet, and several new sword marks were added.

He retreated quickly, and when he passed by Lin Jingzhe, who was fighting easily, Lin Jingzhe threw the small box given by the old woman Chiran to him.

It is a elixir made by human sloughing, which can restore vitality and Qi in the body.

Although Lin Jingzhe and Zhang Qilin faced dozens of undead warriors, they were not as good as Yingqi after all, and they fought with ease.

Chu Lan clutched the small box, opened the box in a hurry and ate one, and the remaining one belonged to Zhang Qilin, so she couldn't eat any more.

Ying Qi stepped on a sword and flew towards him quickly following the sword.

Although the medicine given by the old woman Chiran had enough aura, it would take time to turn the aura into qi. Seeing Ying Qi's figure getting closer, Chu Lan was very anxious.

Back and forth, he had already left the camp for 5 kilometers.

During the period, where he passed, all the big trees blocking the line of sight were cut down, and the small animals in the forest were frightened and fled in all directions.

The scenery behind him became more and more familiar, and it seemed that he had arrived at Zhao Kuo's territory.

Oh shit!

A dead fellow Daoist is not a poor daoist, why am I being chased like a dog here, you Zhao Kuo don't say a word.

By the way, this is better than just getting married, maybe you are spending time with your daughter-in-law.

He also became ruthless, since he was close to death, he should muddy the water.

He is very satisfied with today's record.

Basically, it is a battle of leapfrogging, and it is still against two!

Who dares to say that he can do this kind of battle?

Feijian arrived at Zhao Kuo's territory, and Zhao Kuo immediately felt the fluctuation of breath.

The evil fire that was severely beaten by Lin Daochang two days ago has not dissipated, and mere human beings are still running wild on my site?

Isn't this a provocation?

With silver hair and a white robe, he appeared in the air waving his folding fan chicly, only to find that another silver-haired young man was chasing and killing Chu Lan.

He hooked a strand of his silver hair, and looked at the young man strangely.

Could it be that he is also the corpse king?

Although he reads a lot of books, he will not fall too far behind the times, but the things about the undead are not recorded in ordinary books at all, so he doesn't know about the undead.

The undead have a signature silver hair.

The corpse kings have been practicing for a long time, and most of them have silver hair.

That's just a coincidence.

The first time Chu Lan saw Zhao Kuo, she rushed over, cupped her hands and said, "Senior."

Zhao Kuo put away the folding fan, tapped the tip of the fan down twice, and gestured for return.

Ying Qi's flying sword came after him, Zhao Kuo snorted softly, swung his folding fan, and immediately knocked out dozens of swords.

"Ants."

Zhao Kuo shook his head disdainfully for chopping down so many swords with a single blow, it seemed that he was a counterfeit.

Part of the Ying Qifei sword was broken, and with a muffled snort, it landed in front of the two of them.

"Who are you?"

He looked at Zhao Kuo strangely, the corpse aura on this man was terrifyingly strong, he seemed to be a big monster like corpse king.

Although he is not as knowledgeable as Zhang Qilin and the others, he can judge the strength of the enemy by sensing the breath.

The man in ancient costume in front of him is something he must never mess with.