The Dead Fusang Sword Saint!
Although it was hard to believe, the problem was that the hundred-year-old monk's words of Amitabha had stunned hundreds of strange mummies like statues!
This was too shocking. At first, he thought that the old monk was a burden and a good-for-nothing. He did not expect that he would become a divine monk in the blink of an eye, like a living Buddha!
Many people in the Ancient Eastern Country began to mutter, Amitabha!
At the same time.
Over a hundred kilometers away from Zheng Yuan and Xiao Budian, in a desolate forest.
A bespectacled otaku panted.
"Lord Sword Saint, slow down, slow down, I can't keep up!”
The old Fusang Sword Saint, who looked to be in his sixties or seventies and was in high spirits, frowned.
"Baka, why would the Myriad Race Battlefield choose a trash like you to represent our Great Fusang?”
The otaku was speechless.
A netizen from Fusang: " The Sword Saint is old but strong. Unlike that useless old monk from the ancient eastern country, our Great Fusang will rise one day!”
Fusang netizen: The bastard above, how can you compare that useless monk to our great Sword Saint?!”
A netizen from Fusang,[I suggest committing hara-kiri.]
I was watching the fun in Little Fusang." Hehe, our divine monk dismissed thousands of dried corpses with a Buddhist proclamation. What are you doing here?”
Fusang netizen: " Paranoia is a disease. I suggest you go to the hospital for treatment!”
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In the desolate forest, the old Sword Saint slowed down his pace and waited for the bespectacled otaku. After all, if the otaku died, disaster would befall Fusang.
Stepping on the withered branches and rotten leaves, the old Sword Saint was very vigilant and his body was tense.
Suddenly, Lin Dong heard a whistling sound, and the bespectacled otaku shivered in fear as he hid behind the old Sword Saint.
Meanwhile, the old Sword Saint was fully focused and vigilant. He tightened his grip on the famous tachi,'Kikuichi Monji Norisho', at his left waist and tensed his body.
In Fusang's live broadcast room, everyone's hearts were clenched.
It was a giant wild boar as tall as a person. Its eyes were red, and it seemed to have gone crazy. It broke the trees and stomped on the ground as it charged forward.
The bespectacled otaku was scared out of his wits. He hid behind the old Sword Saint and trembled. He didn't move at all, but the veins on his hand that was pressing down on Kikuichi Munji were bulging.
The giant wild boar was huffing and puffing as it charged forward like a high-speed bus. The old Sword Saint took a deep breath and bowed slightly, ready to attack.
In the outside world, the people of Fu Sang Country were all tensed up and praying.
Seeing that the wild boar was approaching, the old Sword Saint suddenly exerted his strength. Kikukichi Monji unsheathed his sword, and the Juhe Chop that had been accumulating strength for a long time flashed like a bolt of lightning.
Crack!
Half of the wild boar's head was chopped off. It wailed and rolled to the side. Its huge body struggled crazily, stirring up dust and sand.
He was beheaded at the same time, like a cherry blossom falling, cutting off his life.
The old Sword Saint relaxed slightly and sheathed his saber in satisfaction.
Fusang netizen: As expected of our most powerful Sword Saint!”
A Japanese netizen: " That's right. With a single Iai, you can chop off the head of a demon beast. You're old but strong!"”
Fusang netizen: [Isn't this more powerful than that decadent monk from the Eastern Kingdom?] Humph, what Buddhist title, Intimidating a Thousand Corpses? Tsk, in a dream?”
Fusang netizen: " Wuwuwu, Lord Sword Saint is so handsome. I'm so lucky!"”
Fu Sang Country became noisy. The people were all excited and encouraged.
The old Sword Saint's attack was too stunning. He beheaded the enemy in one strike and sheathed his sword without any blood on it.
He was worthy of the title of Sword Saint.
Just as the people of Fusang were rejoicing and rejoicing, a sudden change occurred in Fusang's live broadcast room!
The wild boar that had lost half of its head was still struggling, and its wails resounded throughout the desolate forest.
A person slowly walked out from the depths of the forest.
No, not a human.
It was a human-shaped wild boar, or rather, a wild boar man?
The old Sword Saint's pupils constricted. He gently placed his palm on the hilt of the sword again, inhaled into his abdomen, and gathered strength in his arm.
The Wild Boarman's mouth was still dripping with saliva. His red eyes glanced at the wild boar that was struggling and rolling on the ground. It had lost half its head.
The Wild Boarman roared angrily. He exerted strength under his feet and his body turned into a gust of wind.
A wind that weighed eight hundred jin.
The Fusang people only saw an afterimage flash past, and the old sword saint disappeared from where he was.
He was smashed into pieces by the Wild Boarmen. Blood fell to the ground like blooming cherry blossoms, mixed with shattered pieces of meat and internal organs.
Kikuichi Monji fell to the ground with a clang.
Half of the Wild Boarman's body was stained with sticky blood clots as he roared excitedly towards the sky.
The otaku screamed in horror and ran away. Fortunately, the Wild Boarman ignored him and slowly cleaned the sticky blood clots on his body.
Fusang netizen: It must be fake!"
Fusang netizen: [Lord Sword Saint, Lord Sword Saint is gone just like that?]”
Fusang netizen: " This must be an illusion, this must be an illusion!”
Japanese netizens: I vomited."
The Fusang Emperor and Prime Minister who were watching the live broadcast turned pale and looked at each other in shock.
The Prime Minister gulped.
"Your Excellency, the Sword Saint is dead?"
The Emperor nodded his head stiffly. He suddenly reacted and cried out in horror,"
"Calamity, calamity!"
At the same time, the sky in Fusang darkened.
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