"What?"
Sikong Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted violently. With his ability, he actually didn't see clearly when Zhao Wuji made his move. Everything was too fast, simple and direct. The sword move could almost be said to be plain and ordinary, but it also contained enormous power.
When did such an expert appear in the Infinite Sword School?
Zhong Ling was already somewhat excited, she excitedly grabbed Zhao Wuji's clothes: "Heavens, Big Brother Wuji, you're really amazing!”
Zhao Wuji only lightly smiled, his gaze lightly sweeping over Zhong Ling's body, and then said with a smile: "Get out of the way first. After dealing with these guys, I'll come and chat with you!”
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji took a step forward, the divine sword Tian Ya suddenly raised. Sword light flashed, and Zhao Wuji stepped on the waves, like a celestial descending to the mortal world. However, the divine sword Tian Ya was invincible, his body crossing, and immediately the ground was filled with corpses.
These corpses, however, Zhao Wuji also couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them. They were also considered experts in the pugilistic world, but, at most also had one or two years 'worth of internal strength. Even if he used Northern Dark Divine Art to absorb their internal strength, it also wouldn't increase much.
In this world, without inner force, one could not even be considered as unrated. Only with inner force could one be considered unrated. At least five years of accumulation of inner force could be considered third-rate, and more than twenty years of inner force could be considered second-rate. As for first-rate experts, they had at least forty years of inner force, and it had to be pure inner force.
The others could only be considered experts. The so-called experts were those who had some superficial martial arts, knew some grappling techniques, and some basic sword techniques. If they wanted to cultivate inner strength, they had to either have internal cultivation methods or use external cultivation techniques to open up the meridians. Only then could they possibly accumulate inner strength.
Internal force cultivation methods were extremely precious to all sects. Ordinary people would not let you cultivate them. There were very few people who could cultivate internal force through external techniques.
These people from the Shennong Gang were considered experts, but they basically did not have much inner strength.
It wasn't worth Zhao Wuji using the Northern Dark Divine Art to absorb their power.
Now Zhao Wuji already had thirty-five years of inner strength. Even in the Infinite Sword School, he was one of the best. With his agility, it was impossible for anyone to be his opponent.
In this world, no one, no weapon, no shield could block the attack of the Divine Sword Tian Ya.
His body moved, and his sword spun.
Puchi!
Zhao Wuji's sword stabbed into the body of a Shennong Gang disciple, piercing a hole in his heart, fresh blood spurting out, but when this blood fell on Zhao Wuji's white robe, it was as if there was an invisible force that bounced the blood away, and didn't cause any harm to Zhao Wuji, even if it was a trace of blood.
Murder!
Get out of the way!
Death!
Jump!
Kill again!
Zhao Wuji rushed into the midst of the Shennong Gang disciples, his body like an ape, his sword like a shooting star, only to see the long sword dancing, cold light wreaking havoc, and Zhao Wuji's imposing manner became more and more terrifying, killing while comprehending, his actual combat experience naturally also became richer and richer.
The more he killed, the more experience he had. The more he killed, the stronger he felt his demonic seed.
This was a real battle. There were no words for swords or spears. Only the victor had the right to live in a life and death battle.
In this world, anyone would have their hands tied when facing thousands of troops. Imagine facing thousands of troops, with random blades and spears, layers upon layers of pressure, if your luck was slightly bad and your reaction was slightly slow, you would immediately die on the spot. Swords and swords had no eyes, and no one could save you.
To cultivators, battles were the best way to temper one's willpower.
One of the most outstanding ones was the killing on the battlefield. In the midst of thousands of troops, there was a forest of swords and bullets. There was no fear in the battlefield. This was the tempering of one's will. Qiao Feng's invincible strength was not cultivated. It was honed through repeated life and death battles.
However, to Zhao Wuji, the disciples of the Divine Farmer Gang naturally couldn't be compared to the teachers of tigers and wolves, and their strength was completely not Zhao Wuji's opponent. But, to the current Zhao Wuji, it was also the best test.
With his current strength, it was just right. This situation was also a great tempering for him.
Since Zhao Wuji had transmigrated, he had never killed anyone. It was just that after the demonic seed had been activated, he had no scruples. Today was his first time killing someone, but he didn't hesitate much. At the beginning, he was still somewhat unaccustomed, but as time passed, Zhao Wuji also had no scruples.
What was left was to continuously attack, assassinate, and display his sword techniques. He would use his sharp sword techniques to take people's lives.
One by one, fresh lives disappeared under his sword, but Zhao Wuji was neither sad nor happy. Every time he stabbed a Shennong Gang disciple to death, Zhao Wuji's spirit became even more acute, and he felt that his demonic seed could better grasp every movement around him. He could feel every person's subtle movements.
Moreover, he seemed to be able to feel the changes in their minds and emotions.
He seemed to have become a god of death, reaping lives non-stop.
There were at least several hundred Shennong Gang disciples besieging Zhao Wuji. They were experts of the pugilistic world. Although they didn't have internal energy, they were all fierce and brave. They killed people as if they were numbed. Their qi and blood were exuberant, and there were also some experts with inner strength.
When he charged over, just his aura alone was enough to shock people to the core.
Even a first-rate expert would be terrified.
What was a martial arts expert most afraid of?
The most terrifying thing was being surrounded by an army. In an army of thousands, no matter how good one's martial arts were, they would still be restrained. If they were restricted, they would not be able to display their true abilities.
However, Zhao Wuji had no scruples. Deep North Divine Art absorbed enough inner strength, and the Great Dao Heart Demonic Seed Art fused into his body, constantly sensing the changes in every move around him. His physical strength was long, much more tyrannical than ordinary second rate experts. Adding on the Wave Subtle Steps and the Heavenly God Sword, Zhao Wuji could almost be said to be invincible.
Clang!
Suddenly, with a light sound, the divine sword in Zhao Wuji's hand suddenly stabbed towards Sikong Xuan. Sikong Xuan's body shook. At this moment, he suddenly reacted. He didn't know when, but the disciples of the Divine Farmer Gang beside him had all died. Zhao Wuji's attack had already arrived in front of him.
All the disciples of the Shennong Gang were dead?
Sikong Xuan's entire body trembled, but his face revealed a thick look of disbelief. The horror in his heart was simply indescribable. Just how terrifying was this white-robed youth?
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