I Got Reincarnated as a Weed Chapter 302: With the sword in hand, the sword is in hand, slashing all the enemies in the world.

Watching the whole Zhou Ye feels that this killing technique is simply against the sky.

Learn, you must learn!

Recovered, Zhou Ye found that there were two scrolls, so he hesitated.

If you choose "Small Vanity" now, then you won't have the opportunity to choose the other two scrolls.

What if the other two scrolls are suitable for you?

Zhou Ye is not in a hurry for the time being. He is going to take a look at the last two scrolls first, and comprehensively judge which killing technique he wants to learn.

Raise the palm of your hand and touch the black leather scroll tied with black thread.

The scroll is a bit rough, giving Zhou Ye a shoddy feeling.

Zhou Ye knew that this black-skinned scroll had experienced the baptism of years, and it took countless hours to give him such a feeling.

"Shit!"

Suddenly, a ray of sword energy passed from the scroll, Zhou Ye quickly retracted his palm, and said a dangerous sound.

The wisp of sword aura gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, as if he couldn't take it back without quickly taking it back.

I want to cut off my hand.

This black leather scroll has a great temper.

Zhou Ye refused to accept it, and once again reached out and touched the black leather scroll.

The familiar feeling came.

"Remnant sword style, a remnant sword, cuts heaven and earth truth, punishes the nine ghosts..."

A cold voice sounded like ice, and the scene in front of Zhou Ye changed again.

He is very experienced now.

This is the consciousness being drawn into the scroll.

This can be regarded as a kind of inheritance, and those who exist in the scrolls are the power to create these scrolls.

Only those who have an incomparable understanding of the killing technique can write everything about the killing technique on the scroll in detail.

……

Zhou Ye found himself in the middle of the jungle, and not far from the front were the two fighting parties.

One party is dressed in black and well-equipped, just like those assassins and killers in the world.

On the other side, there is only one young man in shabby clothes and holding a broken sword.

"Kill!"

The people in black shouted and raised their weapons to kill the youth.

The young man slowly raised the remaining sword, his face was indifferent, and his eyes did not contain any emotion.

He seemed to have anticipated this and had absolute certainty at the same time, so he looked at the people in black as if looking at the dead.

"Exit."

The young man spoke indifferently, swinging the residual sword casually.

"Boom!"

The bright sword light flickered, but for a short while, the people in black became corpses.

The scene changes as the screen turns.

Zhou Ye found that he was on the top of the mountain at the moment, with the young man still beside him.

The young man is sitting cross-legged with the broken sword on his back.

Weeds grow on the ground, and the youth's body is surrounded by wisps of sword energy.

The sword is sharp, cutting the weeds on the ground, and leaving ravines on the ground that are not deep or shallow.

Zhou Ye has no expression on his face.

"Shoo!"

In the distance, three white lights hit.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand and took off the remnant sword.

Power is injected into the residual sword, rolling in the blade, the sharp aura is getting heavier and heavier, and the space is cut with white marks.

"Whoo!"

The youth chopped down the broken sword, a ray of sword light burst out from the broken blade, and cut directly towards the three white lights.

Zhou Ye looked into the distance.

The sword light was very powerful, and it directly shot down the three white lights.

Zhou Ye knew that the youth had won, and won without much effort.

Seeing this, the picture is turning again.

On an endless plain, the young man walked slowly with a broken sword on his back.

The clouds above his head gathered, thunder and lightning flashed, and the wind blew on the plain, and the plain suddenly rose like a green wave like a sea wave.

The youth does not care, does not care, the wind cannot touch the corner of his clothes, the thunder cannot move his soul.

Zhou Ye followed the young man and looked up at Jieyun from time to time.

Zhou Ye didn't know what order of the tribulation, but he knew that the tribulation would definitely be very powerful.

Looking at the young man with the usual face, Zhou Ye wanted to say something to the other party, telling the other party not to pretend like that. After all, this is a catastrophe and should be respected.

But Zhou Ye knew very well in his heart that no matter what he said, or yelling at the young man, it would be useless.

Zhou Ye didn't know if the other party could hear it.

The other party is really a bit cold. From the beginning to the present, apart from saying a piece of information about this killing technique and the word ‘mite’, nothing else has been said.

This kind of master temperament revealed all the time, forced Zhou Ye to suffocate.

This makes him always feel that this young man is very hungry.

The fact is like this, no matter who came, they fell under the young man's remnant sword.

To be honest, Zhou Ye is a bit at a loss.

This sword technique is called the Remnant Sword Style, and there is no remnant sword in his hand.

Then the question is, this sword skill is awesome, do you want to turn the great sword into a broken sword to practice?

Thinking about it, it's impossible.

If the devilish emperor soldiers don't use them, why do they make them into broken swords?

The brain is sick.

Zhou Ye has decided that no matter how awesome the young man is, he will never be moved.

"Rumble—"

Jie Lei began to brew.

The young man stopped and slowly raised his head to look at Jieyun above his head.

He exudes a chilly breath, bitterly cold.

At this moment, he is like a sword about to be unsheathed.

"Boom!"

The robbery thunder fell, and it was fleeting.

Zhou Ye didn't see exactly how Jie Lei dissipated.

"Big brother, awesome." Zhou Ye was convinced.

The young man ignored Zhou Ye, but continued to stare at Jieyun.

There is no trace of emotion in the eyes, and there is no half fear of the catastrophe, as if facing an ordinary enemy.

"Boom!"

Another robbery thunder fell.

As before, Jie Lei disappeared.

Zhou Ye was as curious as a cat scratching.

If it weren't for knowing that young people will never bird themselves, Zhou Ye would want to pester the other person to ask how they did it.

This is just too pretentious, just staring at Jie Lei like this, there is a feeling of ‘if you can kill me today, even if I lose’.

The robbery thunders just flickered and disappeared.

Zhou Ye counted, there were eight robberies in total.

It's not over yet.

The last thunder thunder has been brewed!

"Boom!"

The sky thunders.

The young man finally raised his hand and held his broken sword.

"Huh!"

Swiped a sword fiercely, and the mysterious power and mystery were wrapped around the sword light, adding an extremely powerful boost to the sword light.

"Boom!"

The sword light collided with the thunder, and the explosion spread all over the world.

The earth shook, Zhou Ye was unstable and almost fell.

The robbery cloud dispersed, and a beam of light fell from the sky, covering the youth in it.

Zhou Ye does not know what changes have taken place in the light, but Zhou Ye knows well that this young man has become an emperor.

In other words, the youth is even stronger.

"Call—"

The strong wind blows, and the weeds on the grassland are like seeing their own king, kneeling to the ground one after another toward the youth.

Heaven, earth and everything, all creatures surrender.

The young man took his remnant sword back again, his expression calm.

Zhou Ye felt the pressure on his body, and the pressure wanted him to kneel, but he did not kneel.

Don't even know each other, kneel down.

The youth's eyes fell on Zhou Ye.

Looking at the young man, Zhou Ye discovered the meaning of the other's eyes: why don't you kneel?

Zhou Ye smiled disdainfully.

Big brother, you are not alive, I will kneel on your ass.

The man has gold under his knees.

Although I am no longer a human being, Zhou Moucao is also proud of being a human. Do you know?

Four eyes face each other.

The youth saw this world from Zhou Ye's eyes.

And Zhou Ye saw the ancient times in the eyes of the youth.

The great ability to fly into the sky, move mountains and overwhelming seas, it is really an era when a lot of arrogances were born, and this young man was one of the representative figures of that era.

"It turns out that I have already disappeared..." the young man whispered.

Zhou Ye didn't see any expression on his face.

As if knowing that his future is indeed gone, the youth really doesn't feel anything, as if everything doesn't matter.

Is this the mood of the boss?

"Crack..."

The space was shattered, and watching the world gradually disappear, Zhou Ye's consciousness returned to his body.

After a daze, Zhou Ye was silent and walked to the last scroll.

Raise your hand to touch.

This time, it was the voice of a female practitioner.

"Six forms of Zhu Xian..."

Zhou Ye was once again drawn into the world in the scroll.

The female cultivators look mediocre. Although they are not as coquettish as the fairies outside, they are generally pretty good-looking.

The big lady's sword rises and the sword falls, and the fairy looks back.

Unspeakably powerful~IndoMTL.com~Zhou Ye feels that this female tycoon can even divide the boundaries with one sword.

"This kind of sword trick is what I want to learn." Zhou Ye watched the grass juice boil, and he wanted to hug the big lady immediately, begging to fly.

But after thinking about it carefully, this sword technique is not very suitable for me, and it is said to be a six-style Zhuxian, but whether this sword technique can actually shake the immortal has to be a question mark.

Consciousness returns to the body.

Zhou Ye rubbed his chin and began to ponder.

The little holy elephant walked by him. He began to look at the last scroll. After reading the scroll, he looked at Zhou Ye with some curiosity and asked: "Big brother, which killing technique are you going to choose?" /

"I haven't decided yet, how about you?" Zhou Ye asked after shaking his head.

"Me?" The little holy elephant raised his forehead in anguish.

"They are all powerful, I don't know how to choose."

"It depends on your own situation." Zhou Ye smiled.

The little icon thinks.

"Every killing technique here is top-notch and very powerful, no matter which one you choose, you won't lose." Zhou Ye said.

The little elephant nodded, he naturally knew the truth.

But among the many killing techniques, only one can be chosen.

This makes him a little entangled, he likes every one, can you choose all?

Of course, the little holy elephant also knows the truth that greed is too much, so he can only choose in his heart.

Unlike the little holy elephant, Zhou Ye has already chosen it.

It's not the Remnant Sword Style, nor the Zhuxian Six Style, but the vanity.

The sentence, ‘the sword refers to, the sun and the moon are dull, and the sword is cut down, and the glitz is gone. It echoed deeply in my heart.

He Zhou Moucao has a dream from now on.

One day, with a sword in hand, all enemies in the world will be cut!

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