Invincible BOSS System

Chen Xinglie raised his hand to hold the hilt.

At this moment, the snow cloud opened, and the setting sun sprinkled into Qingyun City in the afternoon, shining on Chen Xinglie's body, like a layer of golden brilliance, in this ice and snow, the outline of Chen Xinglie's slender figure was more straight and arrogant.

Om...

The sword sounded.

It was not until this time that Lin Daoyuan and a few Northern Xinjiang masters who stood not far away found the Great Sword trembling gently.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, Lin Daoyuan and others should have discovered the changes in the Great Sword earlier.

But now this Azure Cloud City is shrouded in the Profound Ming Law Realm.

The martial arts qi and blood in the people's bodies were all frozen, and the meridians were full of mysterious cold qi, and the whole body was numb, and the reaction ability was far inferior to before, and even inferior to ordinary people who did not practice martial arts.

After taking a few more glances, everyone discovered that there was a sense of anger swallowing mountains and rivers, which had grown from the big sword in Chen Xinglie's hand and slowly spread out.

Immediately afterwards, a red halo floated on the snowy street, and quickly gathered towards the long sword in Chen Xinglie's hand.

Above the great sword, thunder splashed!

On both sides of the sword's front, there are mysterious patterns of the sun and the moon moving, the circulation of stars and Hans, the birth and death of the universe, the earth, water, wind and fire are tumbling endlessly, and there is a series of ambiguous handwriting inscriptions, appearing on the generous sword ridge.

Daewoo...Hongmeng...Zhubao...Sword Town...

There are a total of eight, intermittently, not connected together, obviously there are many omissions in the middle.

The inscriptions flashed by.

The smell of blood was permeated in the wind and snow, and at this moment, there was nothing left.

Everyone around was staring at the sword's edge, trying to see clearly the handwriting on the sword, but because the martial art blood was blocked, the vision was not as good as before. How could they see clearly in just a moment?

The light of the great sword dissipated, and it returned to its usual ordinary appearance.

Chen Xinglie remembered that when the Great Sword evolved last time, in addition to killing the enemy, he used hundreds of sophisticated weapons to sacrifice.

Kill the sword!

Weapon sacrifice!

Neither of them is dispensable.

Chen Xinglie drew out the big sword and walked to Ning Fenghan.

Although the North Kingdom's halberd immortal had been beheaded, Fang Tian painted a halberd in his hand, but it was still standing in the snow.

The weapons of land gods must be extraordinary.

Click!

Chen Xinglie held the halberd pole and pulled out Fang Tian’s painting halberd from the snow. Observed carefully, there was a faint light flowing in the painting. When the light gathered together, it was actually a little bit difficult. The electric current that I sensed was as small as a spider web, and when I reached out my hand, there was a faint tingling sensation of electric shock.

"The weapon is good."

Chen Xinglie looked at the halberd in his hand, secretly guessing what kind of secret treasure this weapon was.

Without Chen Xinglie’s thinking, Lin Daoyuan rushed to explain: “Ning Fenghan’s Fangtian painted halberd, named Dragon Blood Halberd, is a secret treasure of the lower rank in the world. It’s rare in the world, and it’s only better than the Sorrowful Autumn Sword in my hands. , Slightly worse."

Dragon Blood Halberd?

Chen Xinglie smiled coldly and asked, "Could it be that this painting halberd really killed a dragon?"

Lin Daoyuan arched his hands and put his posture very low. He replied, "Although Ning Fenghan is a land immortal, but how can he kill a real dragon? Ning Fenghan used some dragon-like masters when casting this halberd. The blood was used to quench the painted halberd, so the name Dragon Blood Halberd was given."

There are four kinds of secret treasures in the world: heaven, earth, black and yellow, each of which is divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

The secret treasure of the lower rank of the world is rare in the world.

Chen Xinglie originally thought that he would sacrifice this Fangtian painted halberd to the Great Sword, but now he was a little reluctant, thinking to himself: "Wait until the Great Sword has been promoted to several ranks again, and when that happens, I will put this dragon blood halberd. Sacrificing to the Great Sword is considered to be the best use. If you sacrifice now, it would be a bit wasteful."

At this point, Chen Xinglie put the dragon blood halberd into his sleeves, and then stared at the snow in the street, with a sigh in his eyes.

In this snowy field, dozens of Northern Xinjiang masters are buried.

Most people in martial arts will use weapons, and with a pair of fists, there are very few people who go into the world with bare hands.

In this world of martial arts, the strong are respected, and it is inevitable that they will fight with the National People's Congress and fight to the death. If someone else uses a weapon, he will only use a pair of fists to resist the sword with his flesh and blood. Isn't he a fool?

This group of people must be armed.

After the ice sculpture was broken, the objects carried by this group of people must have been buried in the snow.

Of course, there is also a possibility that the things on everyone's body have been secretly taken away by a few Northern Xinjiang masters who smashed the ice sculptures.

If so...

Chen Xinglie didn't mind killing these people cleanly.

However, this kind of thing is unlikely.

Most things are still in the snow.

"Could it be that this is the legendary wave of fat?"

Chen Xinglie scanned the snow in the street with great interest, ready to clean the battlefield. This is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

As for whether after doing so, will the style be downgraded and will there be loss of status?

Chen Xinglie didn't care at all.

The big devil does his own way, why care about the ideas of others!

Chen Xinglie put the big sword into his sleeves, ready to search.

Lin Daoyuan walked over and said, "Ning Fenghan, besides the dragon blood halberd, there must be other extraordinary things. This person is a land immortal after all, and is definitely not comparable to ordinary martial arts."

Chen Xinglie stared at Lin Daoyuan with interest, and asked, "What does Sect Master Lin mean?"

Lin Daoyuan laughed and said: "Ning Fenghan is dead, and the bones are cold. If you touch this person, it will inevitably be a little unlucky. It's better to let me do it for you."

Chen Xinglie nodded.

Lin Daoyuan stepped forward and knocked open the ice on Ning Fenghan's body with the Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword, and immediately moved his hands and touched Ning Fenghan's body...

Chen Xinglie couldn't help thinking of the two heroes and heroes.

Lin Daoyuan's words and deeds now are so similar to the two heroes...

If it was Shang Qingkong at the pinnacle of the land immortal, knowing that her sword of sorrow for autumn was used by Lin Daoyuan to touch the corpse, she didn't know how she felt.

Lin Daoyuan is extremely efficient in touching corpses.

Soon, he took off a bracelet-like storage secret treasure from Ning Fenghan's wrist, and then put some bits and pieces that he had touched out of Ning Fenghan into the bracelet.

"Fortunately, I will not humiliate my life!"

Lin Daoyuan smiled and handed the storage bracelet to Chen Xinglie.

The overlord of the dignified Tushan Sect has fallen to this point.

Chen Xinglie only felt that this person was really disgusting. He couldn't help but feel a chill, so he was too lazy to pick it up, but he waved to Li Qinglian.

The little maid walked over, took the bracelet from Lin Daoyuan angrily, then moved back behind Chen Xinglie and stared at Lin Daoyuan bitterly.

Although she is no longer a disciple of Tu Shanzong, she still misses the teacher in her heart. Now seeing what Lin Daoyuan has done, she only feels that the face of Tu Shanzong has been completely lost by Lin Daoyuan.

Li Qinglian is deeply ashamed!