Strengthening starts from the county magistrate

The appearance of the great desert monster plunged the entire Nanjing underground palace into panic.

It's not that cultivators in the human realm are inherently afraid of big monsters. After all, many sects even have special methods for refining monsters and cultivating.

But this monster is not the other monster, the big monster in the desert outside, and the product of the human environment are completely two species.

Besides, the pangolin in the sky is a great monster in the eleventh realm, comparable to the eleventh-floor powerhouse in the human realm!
How many people can there be on the eleventh floor?

Even some major sects are rare.

It can be said that none of the sect leaders present was his opponent. From the fact that Leng Suling's sword failed to hurt him at all, it can be seen how powerful the defense of the pangolin clan is. .

Leng Suanling, who had always been arrogant, had to be vigilant at this moment, and her figure flashed back to Xie Hongfei's side.

The two looked at each other, then slowly turned their directions, and joined Meng Feishu, Zhang Songchi and the others to occupy the united front.

Although they were competitors before this, but in the face of the desert monster, the monks in the human realm presumably had the same hatred, so there was no need to consider this.

Of course, that's the case on the surface, as to whether he has other thoughts in private, that's another matter.

Just like Xue Jingkang did not hesitate to pay a huge price to get rid of the big monster in the void hole in order to destroy Fengjiang. In fact, if this matter is known to the world, the road after the Nanjing Dynasty will not be easy.

It is very taboo to join forces with big monsters to attack the territories and dynasties of the human realm, especially the sword cultivators of Jiancheng, who are the most sensitive.

It's not like it hasn't happened before. At that time, Jiancheng dispatched two sword gods to clean up the door, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Speaking of the present, among the people present at this moment, except for Shen Mu, no one knows that these big monsters are the executors of the Hole of Nothingness.

Of course, this identity is not much different from representing foreign deserts.

"If you don't want to die, it's too late to go now." The pangolin monster looked calm and sure of winning, and he looked at the people in front of him: "This time I come to the world, I just want the remnants of the heavens, and I don't want to kill. "

"What a joke, I, a monk in the human realm, have never been afraid of you big monsters? Do you really think that you can walk sideways here at the eleventh realm?"

Meng Feishu was holding the flying sword of Lingjian Mountain. At this moment, a faint blue light was glowing on the long sword, as if echoing with other flying swords of Lingjian Mountain in the distance.

"Hahaha, since you can come, you are sure of victory. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for trying to come up with a rule of competing for the fragments. I know that the real strong people in the human realm have not come to Nanjing Continent. You guys These people are all the combat power here."

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As soon as the big pangolin demon said this, Meng Feishu, Zhang Songchi, Xie's couple and others were all silent.

Although I really don't want to admit it, it is true. If it is in their respective sects, let alone him at the twelfth level, even if he is at the thirteenth level, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Which top sect doesn't have some old monsters who are overhauling the sky?
However, in the underground palace at this moment, they are indeed all the competitiveness.

Zhang Songchi glanced at Meng Feishu, who was forming a sword array in the dark, and then strode forward, pointing the black long sword in his hand at the big demon: "Needless to say, we will know after fighting. Till your fingers!"

Hearing this, the pangolin's expression gradually turned cold, and its eyes gradually became strange. It seemed that scales and iron plates grew out of the skin on its body, and began to cover the whole body layer by layer. It was creepy to see!
"Jie...Since you want to die, I will fulfill you."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a piercing sound!
The big monster who had already grown an iron armor, whose whole body was like a piece of flawless iron, slammed into Zhang Songchi at a strangely fast speed!
It seemed rough and reckless, but no one would underestimate this kind of blow. The sense of danger and oppression it brought inside was even far greater than that of Leng Suanling's previous sword.

Once it is gouged by the body of this big monster, even the physical body of the tenth floor realm may be injured internally.

Zhang Songchi frowned, stood in front of the crowd and moved, and asked in a low voice: "Meng Feishu, how long will it take for the spirit sword formation?"

Meng Feishu said lightly: "It will take some time."

Xie Hongfei was puzzled: "Didn't it mean that the sword array of the Spirit Sword can be cast instantly?"

Meng Feishu: "Yes, but there are too few disciples here. Even if they form an formation, it is impossible to have much combat power. I need to connect back to Lingjian Mountain. Please ask the Zongmen's giant spirit sword to form an formation from the air. ! It would be faster if we were outside, but this is in the secret realm of the underground palace, which is somewhat hindered."

"Giant Spirit Excalibur?" Leng Suan Ling's cold eyes flickered slightly: "You want to use the immortal soldiers from Lingjian Mountain?"

Meng Feishu nodded, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

But at this moment, all the sect's head masters are silent and extremely serious.

They knew that the Giant Spirit Excalibur was an immortal weapon from Lingjian Mountain, a genuine immortal sword.

The legend about this sword back then was still in ancient times, and it was extremely powerful, beyond doubt.

This is really not Meng Feishu's fuss, but the immediate crisis, and he really has to ask for help in this way, maybe there is a glimmer of life.

If it's just this eleventh-level monster, it's okay to say, all of them join forces, maybe they can fight against the enemy.

But it was forgotten that there were more than a dozen big monsters in the surrounding area blocking them. In such a comparison, they had almost no chance of winning.

Zhang Songchi took a deep breath, and the black long sword let out a fierce sword sound!
In the face of the big demon armor that is coming at him, he can only choose to fight recklessly and buy time.

call out!
Swish swish!
In an instant, there was a strong wind, and the black flying sword spun rapidly in the air, and then a split welcome began to appear, and countless sword shadows were separated from one sword!
This is different from Leng Suanling's sword qi transformation, the tens of thousands of swords in Zhang Sang's relaxation are sword intent!

"This is the sword intent of Wanjianmen!"

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

With the end of a voice, countless flying swords in the sky turned into long rivers, and went straight to the big monster, and at the moment of contact, they converged into the original sword!

But countless sword intents overlapped, and the power of this sword also increased dramatically!

Boom! ! !

The earth trembled, and the remaining power seemed to be split, smashing and collapsing more than a dozen halls outside the area!
The disciples of a kind of sect in the periphery continued to retreat one after another, almost pushing them to the entrance of the underground palace, and then they showed their defenses one after another, which could barely offset the strongest blow of the tenth floor Great Sword Immortal!
Everyone was horrified.

Is this the power of the sword cultivator on the tenth floor? A sword almost smashed the secret realm of the underground palace.

It was terrible, but if they hesitated a little, they might be taken away by the raging sword intent.

But the next moment!
Everyone's eyes froze.

Far in the air.

After colliding with the sword, the big pangolin monster that hit it was still unscarred, hovering there indifferently!

On the other hand, Zhang Slack, after using the strongest sword, obviously consumed too much, and his face was slightly weak.

"how can that be!"

"He... he took over Wanjian and returned to the sect!"