Chapter 368 Battle of the Barren Ridge 7

The beast shadow was a little cold and answered simply and clearly.

"Damn, are you the only one living in this world? There are so many spiritual beast bags, why are you so special?"

Yang Chen was dissatisfied with his answer. It was true that Zero Beast Bag could hold spirit beasts, but when he heard him say this, the weapon spirit was a little disdainful.

"Don't compare me with that kind of thing, not to mention that the broken name of the Beast Control Ring is just taken at will. Don't bother me in the future!"

After saying that, he disappeared. Yang Chen was so angry that he was furious that he shouted loudly in this space;

"I'm calling me in front of me, you're looking for death. Damn, I'm so arrogant, I'm the one who's the one who knows?"

Hubby cursed for a few words but didn't respond, and retreated unhappily.

"Damn it, why didn't you get any eggs in the underground palace this time? What you get is all troubles. Damn!"

When Yang Chen opened his eyes, he found that the little lust was running around in the miasma outside, having a lot of fun. Yang Chen smiled helplessly, too lazy to pay attention to it, but with a palm, a lotus seed as thick as a little finger appeared in the palm. After buying the lotus seed, Yang Chen felt the huge power contained in it, but this power was very gentle. Looking at this thing, Yang Chen wanted to swallow him immediately, but after a long struggle, he sighed and said with a frustration;

"Damn, I'm so stupid."

Then the lotus seed was sealed.

"Damn it. Leave it for you!"

Yang Chen stood up long.

"It seems that I have no nerve to hide it all the time. I will just look at people with my face, otherwise I will cause trouble for my elder brother in the future. Always keep looking forward and taking a long way to deal with me, since there will be no major problems at home, I will let go. Come on, fight happily!"

boom

The powerful aura broke through the sky, and a long roar spread throughout the valley, which was a declaration of war.

...

"What a strong fluctuation!"

"This is his breath."

"Did someone find him?"

Some people were puzzled why Yang Chen released his breath.

"Is this a provocation?"

"Interesting, don't hide, but provoke me?"

"This hunt is really interesting, but there are too many wolves and fewer meats. It seems that I have to be a cicada-catching oriole."

...

Sensing the fluctuations coming from outside the valley in the distance, Yang Chen's eyes were deep, and he jumped to the top of the mountain to see the mountains.

"My name Yang Chen has been laid in this competition, and the name of Xiaoyao Sword Immortal should be reappeared. Although it is no longer the same world, I will definitely return!"

He was about to point his sword to the sky to show off his pretentiousness that suited his mood at this time, but suddenly he remembered that there were no suitable weapons and the long sword in his mind was unavailable, so he wanted to find a weapon that would be used as a sword.

But to be honest, Yang Chen, as a sword lover, actually wants to use only one sword in his heart for the rest of his life, so that he can be more in line with himself and find a cooperation. But he was helpless, and there seemed to be no way.

Looking back at the long sword that had been inseparable from the previous life, Yang Chen felt a sense of sadness when he returned in the battle.

Close your eyes, the style of the sword still echoes in your mind. One sword and one move are so elegant.

At this time, he gradually forgot about where he was and was in, gradually forgot about himself, without a sword in his hand, but he was already dancing sword moves on the top of the mountain without realizing it.

The sparse shadows slanted, the moonlight was dyed with frost, and a blue dress was like green gauze, flying on the top of the mountain.

In Wujian's hand, light sword lights gradually emitted, turning into gusts of light and rain in the air, bathing in the lifeless mountain top.

Empty, silence, dusty, elegant, light and agile.

Buzz

Yang Chen, who was intoxicated, did not notice it. His momentum suddenly shook, and a rusty three-foot long sword had quietly appeared in his hand. The sword light in his hand suddenly surged.

call out

A green light made the entire night sky light up, and the green sword flew out and headed straight for a small mountain two miles away.

Squirt

A green light flashed, and a neat crack appeared in the middle of the hill, running through the entire hill.

call out

Another green light shot out, and a long tunnel appeared in the middle of a mountain.

Bang, the sword light soared into the sky, and the black clouds scattered.

“So strong!”

A strong man swallowed.

"Is there a Jindan monk who went into seclusion here?"

"If you can't sense the breath, you may be a Jindan monk."

"It is definitely everyone's work to be elegant and elegant with swordsmanship."

Yang Chen's aura was indeed illusory at this time, so they could not sense Yang Chen's aura.

Huh

Just as Yang Chen was dancing with love, Yang Chen recovered from that realm and felt a little weak. At this time, he also found that the long sword that could not be driven appeared in his hand.

He was a little confused, but he felt that he could use this sword at this time, which was a pure feeling.

At this time, Yang Chen was just a little weak, and he didn't know how much sensation and impact he had caused. However, the most urgent task was to restore the spiritual energy, so he was preparing to take back the sword, but at this moment, Yang Chen discovered something that made him a headache.

"Get in, damn it, is this a mess?"

The sword was out of control and could not be taken in. Just as Yang Chen cursed, the sword in his hand suddenly became layered. Yang Chen accidentally fell directly to the ground. With a slight sound, it had been deeply inserted into the huge rock, leaving only the hilt exposed outside.

The sword weighs 5,000 kilograms and falls to the ground.
Chapter completed!