Dominating Sword Immortal Chapter 142: Swamp killing
Chapter 142 Swamp Killing
"Gold top silver snake grass!"
Looking around, Ye Chen's eyes were fixed a dozen meters away. There was a block of gray loquat soil. In the center of the clot, a small grass covered with silver scales stood there, with a touch of golden light on top. , Exuding a fine awn.
"This herb is worth fifty thousand two thousand gold, which is extremely rare, and it can be seen here at will." Ye Chen was somewhat surprised. The value of an herbal plant reaching fifty thousand gold was definitely sky-high. If Ti Xuandan is worth at least 500,000 yuan of gold, even the soldiers who embrace Yuan Yuan will fight for it.
Without any hesitation, Ye Chen made a move, Jinding Silver Snake automatically came out of the ground, and flew to his hand, but he hadn't looked at it carefully, the earthen block suddenly lifted up, and the sides opened. With two openings, Sen Leng's light gathered together and locked him.
Where is this earthen block, clearly a monster shaped like a crocodile.
Wow!
The crocodile monster came out of the water, and a huge body of ten meters rushed to Ye Chen with a strong corrosive spirit, and opened his mouth with his teeth covered in the air.
Ye Chen didn't panic, punched in the kiss of the crocodile monster.
Oh!
Ten thousands of pounds of force combined with pure innocence, just let the crocodile monster fly backwards a few steps, even minor injuries did not appear.
"Dead!"
A punch is fruitless, Ye Chen's clothes are hunting and hunting, and another punch hits the crocodiles and monsters' abdomen.
Oh!
This punch is not only heavier and heavier, but also contains an indomitable edge. All of a sudden, the crocodile and monster beasts are crossed, and the blood stains the swamp.
He took a bite of black gold silk bag from his arms, Ye Chen dug out the crocodile monster Nedan, and threw it into the jade box with the golden-headed silver snake grass.
Tie the bag tightly around the waist, Ye Chen flickered and went deep.
Without much travel, the danger reappears.
From the big trees rooted in the swamp on both sides, flying out dozens of horrible birds shaped like snakes but with wings, the birds made hissing noises and attacked Ye Chen from all directions.
"Dominate the king!"
A punch is blown out, and umbrella-shaped black light covers Ye Chen's figure. The horror bird hits the invisible wall, and they are all bounced out, twisted by punches, bleeding from the corners of the mouth, broken wings, and rain. Fall into the swamp like a sink, gradually sinking.
"Tianmeng Ancient Land is the place of ancient inheritance. The environment inside retains the ancient form. The monsters are also ancient monsters, one by one, they are boundless!"
According to the strength of the monster, Ye Chen can easily distinguish that the crocodile monster is a fourth-level monster, and the horror bird is a third-level monster. However, compared with the monsters outside, the monsters here are three times more powerful. There is more than one point, the defense is extremely powerful, and even simple punches will not kill them.
I do n’t know how big the marshland is. Ye Chen has been away for half an hour and still does n’t see the edge.
There are countless ancient monsters that raided this way. Just before, a small calf-sized snail monster squirted him a sip of mucus. This mucus is not only very viscous, like super glue, but also With poisonous gas, if it isn't for Ye Chen to respond quickly, and keep his breath closed while avoiding, I'm afraid that he will be hit.
Finally, this snail monster was cut off by Ye Chen with a sword. That was also his first sword in the swamp. You can imagine the power of the snail monster.
Stepping on a tree branch, Ye Chen retracted her leaning body and turned her head to look at the scorched flat ground dozens of meters away.
A broken stone monument stands on the ground, and the lettering on it is blurred.
Before the stele, an iron stick was inserted into the soil, exposing only the second half of a meter.
"Hmm!"
As soon as Ye Chen's eyes lighted up, if there were any aura fluctuations on the iron rod, ordinary weapons would not have this effect, and he was sure.
Is it a treasure?
Although he likes swords, it does not mean that he will ignore other treasures. In the market, a lower-quality treasure is worth at least two million gold, and a better one can sell two or three million two. The top is like a crack. Inferior treasures such as knives can even sell forty-five million dollars.
The crane shadow walks, Ye Chen's figure disappears on the branch, and when he reappears, he is already standing in front of the broken stone monument.
Holding out the iron stick, Ye Chen pulled it out hard.
Bear!
The crimson flames rose into the sky, burning down the big tree next to it.
This is not an iron stick, but an iron gun with a black color. It is three meters long and has a mysterious spiral pattern. The blade is quadrangular and there is a groove between the edges. A quick look, thought it was a spiral flame burning at the top of the iron stick, it was natural.
"Bad guns, good stuff!"
Ye Chen can feel the hot air flowing in the iron gun. As long as the air is slightly agitated, the hot air will burst out and kill the enemy, but with the tiger's sword and the sword in the ring of storage spirit, Compared with Lynch ’s split-blade, it ’s a bit inferior. The reason why the treasure is a treasure is because it has its own power, such as the tiger ’s sword, which contains the knife energy. All martial arts players can exert great power. The sword is also estimated to be similar. The power contained in this sub-class treasure gun is flame, and it is undoubtedly the best to cooperate with the fire trainer.
Holding an iron gun, Ye Chen frowned.
Where should an iron gun of this size be placed?
It's really inconvenient to have no Spirit Ring!
Ye Chen shook her head and smiled bitterly.
Four kilometers away, four or five Zongmen disciples scattered around saw the fire shining in front of them, their eyes flickered, and they passed without hesitation.
"Someone is here."
Ye Chen's body was about to leave. After more than a dozen breaths, five disciples around him appeared, all from different countries and different schools. One by one looked at the sublime gun in his hand, The color of greed is self-evident.
"Boy, put down the gun."
"Cut yourself out and spare you."
"How can you get such a treasure, and blame it for yourself."
Five people approached slowly, trying to grab the lower-quality treasure gun first.
Ye Chen sneered. These five are all peak warriors in the late stage of condensed reality. Judging from the breath, three are quasi-male and two are male.
"If you want a treasure gun, stay alive first."
There is no murderous spirit, no evil spirit, Ye Chen has some vigor, and he is unshakable.
"Look for death!"
The disciple who is closest to Ye Chen has shot, and his raised hand is just a palm shot.
These are not worthy of his sword. Ye Chen held the iron gun and stabbed it with one shot.
Bear!
The crimson flame burns through the palm of Qi, picking his neck.
Slap!
The skull flew out and the break was black.
"He has a good gun. Let's do it together."
The other four were startled, and shrieked Neel.
"I don't know if I live or die!"
A returning carbine blasted out, with heavy gun shadows, such as mountain stacks, but it was Ye Chen who used the iron gun to make the mountain stacks of the 13 swords of Lone Peak.
The Zongmen disciples coming from behind have not yet come close. They have dozens of scorched black holes on their bodies. They are deadly on their foreheads and half of their brains are flying.
A shot stabbed a Zongmen disciple, Ye Chen didn't breathe, the iron gun swept, the red fire broke out, and he hit the other man's left waist severely.
The card snapped, and the man's body was broken in two, and he fell into the swamp.
"Run, this person is not an ordinary warrior in the late stage of condensed reality." The two remaining people now understand that Ye Chen is not what they can provoke. Generally speaking, holding the same level of treasure The warrior is already at the limit against two people at most, and it is impossible to kill three people with one shot. That is why he must be equally powerful in combat.
But it's late now.
One person runs slowly and is blasted by Ye Chen's head. The other person is hundreds of meters away, and it is too late to feel lucky. When he feels that his chest is hot, he looks down, like the tip of a spiral flame through the chest. , Nail him to a big tree.
The trees are burning and the fire is four volumes.
Go over and pull out the iron gun, Ye Chen secretly said: For me, the strength of the male class is not enough, I can only blame you for being unlucky.
Without leaving immediately, Ye Chen turned around suddenly.
"It's time to show up! Friends."
Oh!
A figure came out and landed on a rock in the middle of the swamp.
"Yes, I can kill five disciples of the same level in a row with my gun, if you can, I don't want to kill you, but you have to break your arm. As for the gun, I am Qiu Heng. Winner, what? "The young man was about twenty-two years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and strong suffocation. A poisonous snake next to him had just emerged and was kicked in two by him.
Skill the third-level ancient monsters, very strong!
Ye Chen saw that the opponent was not simple. In Heaven and Earth, the third-level antiquity monster's defense was extremely powerful. Even his punches could not be killed at once, but the opponent was so understatement, no accident. , This person's strength is close to the master of the previous Qianlong list.
"Is it up to you?"
If it was before, Ye Chen wasn't sure of defeating each other, but this time is different.
The young man smiled faintly, "I was the 75th in the last Qianlong list, but unfortunately the Qianlong list only ranked the top 72. , You will die very miserably, those people I will be able to destroy a large number of hands. "
"I want to die now, choose."
Oh!
Iron gun inserted into the ground, Ye Chen pulled out Yun Yin Sword, "One sword kills you."
"Well, why are there so many people who want to die, rest assured, I won't let you die directly, I will tear your limbs and insert them in the tree."
Speaking of horrifying words in his mouth, Qiu Heng gently tapped his right foot on the stone, and the stone burst. The man has volleyed towards Ye Chen, and the man is still on the way. Several large trees near the dust were cut off, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, as if carefully polished. Compared with this, Shi Potian was far from being first-class, not on a level. Qiu Heng was unbelievable.
"A sword!"
Ye Chen didn't respond. She shook her head slightly and chopped a sword at will.
"What's going on? My head can see my back." Qiu Heng felt his body was gone, his back could be seen by sight, and his target had already taken the sword into the sheath and turned away. , That weird feeling made him extremely panic.