Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

Chapter 594

"Boom"

In a bloody building area, a huge monster fell from the sky, the earth trembled, and the tall buildings shook.

A big pit appeared on the street, and inside it was a walking dragon more than 300 meters long.

The dark scales were as fierce as a prison, and the eyes contained the sun and the moon, which was extremely magical.

But at this moment it was in a mess, covered in blood, with scars of all sizes, and some irreparable cracks. A long spear pierced its abdomen and it was bleeding.

"Damn! Two bastards!"

The walking dragon opened its mouth and directly said the quintessence of the country: "Damn it! I will make you look good when I find my father!"

"My father is really, I don't know where he went to be cool, and his son was alone and bullied outside, but he didn't care..."

While cursing, it twisted its huge body and struggled to get up, trying to fly away.

At this moment, a "swish" sounded.

A long sword with cold light came through the air and stabbed into the ground in front of it steadily. The remaining force did not dissipate, and it made a sharp sound.

"Evil beast!"

"Where do you want to run to?"

A figure in a white robe appeared in front of him. It was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and a straight figure. He stood in the air with his sleeves fluttering.

The whole person exuded a hidden and sharp meaning, as if a sword with a hidden edge, once unsheathed, it would be unstoppable!

Seeing this person, Tiezhu's dragon face sank.

"You chased me so quickly?"

"Zhao Qingcheng, I'll go to your ancestors, didn't you say that if you can't hit the target with one sword, you won't hit the second sword? Your grandfather Tiezhu has blocked so many swords from you, you are so shameless, and you are still chasing me to cut!"

While cursing, it dragged its seriously injured body and retreated flexibly.

"Hmph!" The man just snorted coldly, raised his hand to grab the cold sword, and pointed it directly at Tiezhu.

"As long as I can complete the commission from the person in the weapon sect, Zhao's mere reputation is not worth it."

"You have a basket of fame, which of the top three swordsmen in the past was not better than you? You have survived until now by being shameless and collecting evil methods, and you dare to call yourself a sword saint after you have outlasted them all."

"Ask yourself, are you worthy? Are you worthy? Are you worthy?..."

Tiezhu's fate of "Shangguan Tuxiu" is indeed not covered up. He started to swear as soon as he opened his mouth, and directly pointed at the pain in other people's hearts.

Even this sword saint who has always been known for his gentleness couldn't help but frown, and his face was a little embarrassed.

"Enough!"

"In the way of sword, talent is only the entry point. Long-term practice and hard work are the only way to become the strongest. I have been thinking hard for thousands of years. Even if those people are still alive, they can only be killed by my sword!" Zhao Qingcheng stepped forward and spoke coldly.

Sword cultivators pay the most attention to their state of mind. Facing such an insult that directly points to the heart of the Tao, he must respond, otherwise he may leave a demon in his heart.

Tiezhu heard the words and ran for his life, patting his belly and laughing: "Hahaha, then you have practiced hard for thousands of years and entered the strongest realm?"

Just one sentence made Zhao Qingcheng speechless.

Indeed, for thousands of years, he has sought breakthroughs again and again, but failed again and again. He could not get in at the last minute.

In fact, he himself understood that this was the gap in talent that could not be erased.

If it were those three people, they would probably have gone a long way in the strongest realm now.

Unfortunately, they were too proud. When the path to the Dao was completely cut off and they entered the end of the Dharma, they were unwilling to choose to live in vain and wait for the opportunity. Instead, they wanted to defeat the sky with swords and force their way into the strongest realm of the Dao of Sword in the end of the Dharma.

And then they all failed without exception.

Just three idiots!

Zhao Qingcheng kept hinting in his heart, but he couldn't help clenching his teeth.

"Shut up!"

With a loud shout, he drew his sword, and white light streaked across the sky. At this moment, the wind within a radius of a thousand meters became unparalleled, streaking across the tall buildings, leaving a trail of horror.

This is the Dao of Sword that once represented the peak of an era in the history of human cultivation.

In terms of mystery and magic alone, it is much stronger than the sword of the King of Samsara!

Because this is not just Zhao Qingcheng's sword, but one of the strongest swords handed down from the era of Dao decline.

"Damn it! You can't win the argument but you resort to violence. Do you have any manners?"

Tie Zhu cursed angrily, and the "sun" and "moon" in his eyes shone brightly. The two powers of heat and femininity were added to his body. The scales glowed with divine light, and ancient symbols were attached to them.

"Bang"

The sword hit, and the terrifying might scared the evil spirits in the tallest 26-story building in this area so much that they retracted their heads and dared not look any further.

When the majestic sword force in the sky subsided a little, a cursing figure flew out in a mess.

Fortunately, Tie Zhu entered the restricted area.It absorbed the remaining fragments of the spirit and entered the eighth step again.

Otherwise, it would have died under this sword.

It was also very miserable at this moment. There was a deep cut on its back that was more than 60 meters long and the bone was visible. Blood was falling like rain.

It was grinning in pain and laughed.

"Hehe, Zhao Qingcheng, I remember this sword. When I go home to find my father, if I don't smash your 206 bones, my father will not be named Jiang!"

"Today, can you still leave?" Zhao Qingcheng said coldly.

"Maybe you couldn't leave before, but now, you have already cut out the strongest sword that you have accumulated while chasing me all the way, and you still have the means to stop a..." Tiezhu's tone was faint, containing a hint of ruthlessness in his bones: "Half dragon?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingcheng was stunned at first, and then his face changed drastically.

"What, you want to..."

Then Tiezhu, who was covered in blood, twisted his body suddenly and bit at one of his legs that looked like a dragon.

But at this moment, a loud voice sounded from the horizon.

"Second brother, your nephew was chopped, what should we do?"

"Brother, I will chop him up!"

Before the words fell, in the eyes of Zhao Qingcheng and Tiezhu, a large mass of blood suddenly spread in the sky in front of them, at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, it was close.

It was only then that they could see clearly that the blood was the murderous aura emitted by a man.

He had a burly figure, wore a tattered armor, and the murderous intent that naturally permeated him made people feel cold, awed, and terrified from the bottom of their hearts!

One person and one dragon immediately judged.

This was an evil star who had slaughtered countless lives.

At the same time, he was a terrifying forbidden area eight-step king, and he was the strongest among them.

Even Zhao Qingcheng didn't dare to face this terrifying opponent head-on. As a Nine-Step King outside the restricted area, he could barely kill some of the weakest Eight-Step Kings in the restricted area in this bloody city.

But in front of such an opponent, there is no chance of winning!

"It seems that I don't need to do anything, someone will send you to the west..." Zhao Qingcheng said as he pulled back.

However, the next moment, the Blood Evil General held a big knife with black light and chopped straight at him.

"You are the only one who touched my nephew?"