Martial Arts: 3000 Net Sword Slaves At The Start

"Clang!"

Han Xuanming marched forward against the palm force, and the Sword Ray was like lightning, tearing apart the shadow of the palm.

"call!"

A gust of wind blew past Kuxu's ear, bringing up a smear of blood.

Suffering for a moment, he subconsciously touched Own's neck.

When he looked closely, his fingers were full of bright red blood.

"How...how is it possible?"

Suffering nothingness Dharma Phase letter, own Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm was broken so easily by Han Xuanming.

Immediately afterwards, severe pain hit, making the bitter consciousness blurred for a while.

"You should be on your way, Master Kuxu."

When Coldly's voice came, it sounded like an evil ghost from The Underworld.

Kuxu recognized that it was Han Xuanming's voice.

He was controlled by the Heartbroken Sword Killing intent before. Although his strength has greatly increased, he is insane.

But now that he speaks clearly, Kuxu realizes that Han Xuanming has probably withstood the first wave of Killing intent.

"Clang!"

Kuxu turned and looked back, only to see a dazzling Sword Ray flying by, and then his consciousness disappeared.

A huge head soared into the sky, with a look of confusion in its eyes.

The famous eminent monk Dade Kuxu on Rivers and Lakes died here today.

Seeing this, many monks showed the appearance of Vajra subduing demons: "Evil thief, take your life!"

Dozens of monks from the Jingchanyuan made moves at the same time. Some used the stick method, some used the palm method, some used the fingering method, and some used the Fist Technique.

The attacks are endless, and the tricks are endless.

Buddhist martial arts are extensive and profound, and the largest number of martial arts in the world is Jingchanyuan.

Facing the overwhelming lore attack, Han Xuanming jumped up in the air and swung his sword across.

A Sword Qi flew out, shaking in all directions.

All the monks who rushed up were knocked into the air.

When the toes landed on the ground, Han Xuanming jumped forward violently, and his body turned into a wandering poisonous snake, shuttling among the monks.

Many monks only felt that Han Xuanming was slippery, no matter how they tried, they couldn't capture him.

"The sword transforms into thousands!"

While Han Xuanming shuttled, the sharp sword in his hand flew across the sky.

Dazzling Sword Rays lit up, reaping the lives of the monks in the field.

"ah!!!!"

"The villain!!"

"The devil!"

Many monks either screamed again and again, or cursed loudly.

But in the end, all fell under the three-foot green front.

Han Xuanming turned the Heartbroken Sword over, pulled a beautiful sword flower, and flung the blood off the blade.

The Heartbroken Sword groaned softly, as if cheering with joy.

Heartbroken Sword killed dozens of people in a row tonight, the blood sacrifice was enough.

"Papa papa."

Nangong Ye clapped his hands and smiled lightly, "That's right, you are now qualified to wield the Heartbroken Sword."

"However, whether you can become the real master of Heartbroken Sword or not depends on your own ability."

It is not an easy task to subdue Heartbroken Sword completely.

Heartbroken Sword's Killing Intent hits wave after wave, and only when the Killing Intent is completely withstood, and then turned into its own use, can Heartbroken Sword be truly subdued.

Han Xuanming nodded: "Yes, I understand."

Nangong Ye continued: "From today onwards, you will be a first-class swordsman, heartbroken."

"Only when you truly master the Heartbroken Sword can you become a first-class killer in Tianzi."

Han Xuanming knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully to the cupped fist, "Thank you, sir, for giving me the sword! I've met you with a heartbroken heart! From now on, I will serve the net wholeheartedly and never betray!"

"hehe."

Hearing this, Nangong Ye just smiled lightly, without words.

Five years ago, Nangong Ye got 3000 snare sword slaves.

The 3,000 people presented by the system are absolutely loyal to him.

But in the past five years, many swordsmen died in the trap because of their missions.

Those who join the net later will not necessarily be loyal.

Nangong Ye has always been dismissive of oaths.

Except for his absolutely loyal subordinates, he has always been on guard from the beginning to the end.

Once someone inside the net betrays, he will be hunted down endlessly.

People don't die, things don't stop!

Nangong Ye glanced at the many corpses in the courtyard, and then scanned the surroundings.

Tonight is the night of the full moon. Under the bright moonlight, the roofs of the surrounding buildings can be clearly seen at a glance.

Looking at the empty attic houses, Nangong Ye said in a deep voice, "Jingchanyuan and Xuanzhen Dao have already perished. Does anyone want to stay?"

"Jade Qilin is in my hand, if you want it, just come and get it."

Nangong Ye took out the jade qilin from his bosom. Under the reflection of the moonlight, the jade qilin was crystal clear, dazzling and emitting a faint fluorescence.

There were many heavy panting sounds in the dark place where the moonlight could not reach.

A black shadow was the first to be unable to hold back, and flew towards Qing Gong.

He was like a falcon, and as fast as lightning, he reached out and took out a long whip from his waist, and threw it at the jade Qilin in Nangong Ye's hand.

The long whip pierced the air, and there was a sharp whistling sound of piercing the air.

The poisonous whip nearly six feet long, twisted towards Nangong Ye like a poisonous snake.

"Hehe, what a trick!"

I saw Nangong Ye chuckled, expressing disdain.

Two fingers stretched out quickly, and at the critical moment, the long whip was caught between the fingers.

Seeing that the long whip was taken away, the black shadow was shocked.

After he landed, he exerted all his strength in an attempt to regain the long whip.

However, after he struggled vigorously, he found that the long whip did not move at all.

Nangong Ye's white and slender fingers are like mountains, unshakable.

With a faint smile, Nangong Ye turned his fingers into palms, grabbed the long whip and pulled it, pulling the black shadow into the air.

Then, raise your palm.

With full palm power, the raging Internal Energy exploded, smashing the shadow into pieces.

Just like the method of death of Yang Chengye, the founder of the mountain, after this person died, he was also broken into thousands of pieces.

In fact, Nangong Ye doesn't know any palm technique at all, and he has never practiced palm technique.

Being able to do this is entirely due to his majestic and endlessly turbulent Internal Energy.

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