My talent is resurrection

Chapter 128 When the flowers bloom, I am the one laughing
A hundred flying swords floated in the sky, surrounding the cultivator with the purple gold crown, surrounding him.

Chen Jiu smiled at him and said, "If you can ask the sword, you can ask the fist."

The Zijinguan cultivator didn't intend to kill him at first, so Chen Jiu let some water in, and instead of punching the Zijinguan cultivator directly, he gesticulated some flying swords with him to give him face.

This is the cause and effect that cultivator Zijinguan fought for himself, and it can be regarded as good intentions in his heart, so he got some good rewards.

Of course, the Zijinguan monk who was surrounded by a hundred flying swords didn't think it was a good reward.

Cultivator Zijinguan looked at these flying swords with overwhelming sword aura, and was horrified in his heart. If every flying sword was as fast and fierce as the previous flying sword, then he would definitely be invincible.

The Zongmen also has admonishing words, telling them to fight to death if they are beaten, and to run to death if they cannot be beaten.

Cultivator Zijinguan held his sword quietly, and asked Chen Jiu: "Chen Daoyou, is the killing power of these flying swords the same as the previous one?"

If it was the same, then he decided to admit defeat directly. After all, challenging the strong and being overwhelmed are two different things.

The few people behind Brother Zijinguan also looked dignified, and they were quite concerned about this matter.

Although there are few sword cultivators in the world, there are hundreds of flying swords of all kinds, and among them, there are a few flying swords that can be counted as many as one.

For example, the flying sword "Clutch" of the kings and grandsons of Zhongtu can be transformed into two, four, and up to three hundred flying swords, but each of these three hundred flying swords has only one of the previous three hundred swords. Strength, if you really count it, it's not too strong, but it's a good flying sword for group battles.

Among the many flying swords, the strongest one is the "folding" flying sword of Donghai Gilder. This flying sword can be turned into six at most. The killing power and sword energy, all six are the same as before, not weak at all.

They didn't know the origin of Chen Jiu's flying sword, so they naturally wanted to ask.

Chen Jiu also waved his hands and replied with a smile: "It must be different from the flying sword before."

Hearing this answer, Brother Zijinguan and the few people behind him were a little relieved, thinking that although Chen Jiu was tricky, it seemed that he was not invincible.

They just felt relieved for a moment, when Chen Jiu suddenly said: "It must be more violent than before!"

Chen Jiu didn't know how much water was put into the flying sword just now. If he really had to estimate it, it was almost a section of Huai Shui.

When cultivator Zijinguan heard Chen Jiu's answer, his head was already buzzing with horror, and he lost his words for a while.

Standing in the sky, Chen Jiu raised his hand and said with a smile.

"Take the sword."

Hundreds of flying swords pointed directly at the cultivator with the purple gold crown, and rushed away in an instant, like a river of flying swords!
A few people behind Brother Zijinguan hurried forward to resist the hundred flying swords together with him.

Fei Jian only walked back and forth once, and there were scars all over their bodies, and their clothes were torn.

Hundreds of martial arts flying swords hung behind Chen Jiu again.

The monks looked at the green-clothed man solemnly as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Among them, a woman with willow leaves raised eyebrows and a flowery skirt bowed to Chen Jiu and said: "Patriarch Zhongtu Maliu, please forgive me, senior."

Chen Jiu looked at them with a smile, "I am a good talker, and you didn't intend to kill me at first, so I will give you a chance to live."

He stretched out two fingers and said only one sentence.

"Choose one person and take two swords from me."

Cultivator Zijinguan stood up straight, holding "Broken River", without saying a word, he just sent a junior sword-asking salute to Chen Jiu.

He was the one who asked the sword in the first place, so it should be him who receives the sword now.

If a sword cultivator dare not even pick up the sword, his whole body and spirit will be lost.

How can we talk about sword repair?Batch repair!
At least that's what Brother Zijinguan thought.

So he stood in front of Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu raised his hand and made a slight move, hundreds of flying swords condensed, the majestic martial arts were surging, and the momentum was overwhelming.

The faces of the other monks were horrified, none of them had a chance to survive in front of this sword!

This man in green shirt wants to kill someone!
Cultivator Zijinguan looked at the sword in a trance.

He knows that there are many real sword immortals in the world, such as Donghai Yunyouxian, Zhongtu Jiaoke, Nanguan Chasing Wind Sword, etc. These are all famous sword immortals in history, but he has never seen them.

So Chen Jiu's sword is the most majestic sword that Zijinguan cultivator has ever seen.

He knew he couldn't stop it, but he still held the sword in front of his chest, wanting to do it.

This is the last dignity of a sword cultivator.

The flying sword glowing with majestic golden light stabbed in an instant.

Dazzling golden light.

All gold.

The flying sword in Cultivator Zijinguan's hand screamed, almost shattered.

He glanced at Feijian, gritted his teeth cruelly, threw Feijian out, fell to the ground, and inserted it firmly.

The Wu Yun flying sword stabbed violently, instantly pressing the cultivator with the purple gold crown into the ground, and the sword rushed straight back!
After one sword strike, the majestic martial arts slowly dissipated, and the tip of the flying sword hovered in front of the Zijinguan monk.

His expression collapsed, his body trembled, and he knelt down on the ground powerlessly. In front of him was a huge gully of a thousand meters.

Chen Jiu withdrew his strength, the sword didn't stab him, what went majesticly was just some martial arts.

Cultivator Zijinguan tremblingly bowed his hands to the green-clothed guest who was standing high in the sky and said: "Thank you for not killing me, senior."

Afterwards, the monk's hanging heart also slowly let go, it's really good that the man in green shirt didn't kill him, otherwise they might all die.

Chen Jiu said with a smile: "There is still a sword."

Several people raised their hearts, their faces were solemn, and the woman just now wanted to go out to intercede again, but such a sword fairy, even if she moved out of the name of the head of the house, Ma Liu, it might not be easy to do.

But before they could intercede, Chen Jiu waved his flying sword, pointed at Zhang Bushou, and smiled.

"You take this sword."

Zhang Bushou looked horrified and waved his hands in fright.

The flying sword had arrived, pierced through Zhang Bushou's head, and fell down the city wall. With a plop, the flying sword dissipated and his body fell to the ground.

Chen Jiu didn't care about Zhang Bushou's body, turned his head to look at the monks, and asked, "Have you seen a monk named Ma Jiuwan?"

Several people shook their heads and said respectfully, "I've never heard of it."

Chen Jiu smiled and said, "It's fine if you haven't heard of it."

He didn't stay any longer, rose against the wind, and went straight to the north.

Instead of waiting here, why not go find it yourself, he wants to fight all the way up, and make a reputation as the number one in the world, then Ma Jiuwan will naturally come to him.

As for the longevity of this chapter, if it was before, I would not have killed him.

But it's different now.

Chen Jiu learned how to kill.

For Chen Jiu, this was actually a very sad thing.

It never occurred to him to kill.

Until the moment before Lao Cao died, he never thought about it.

Every time he killed someone in the future, Chen Jiu actually had fear in his heart. It wasn't about good or bad, but awe of life.

After killing many people, he became numb and understood who should be killed.

But if he could choose, Chen Jiu would rather not have the ability to resurrect.

In that case, he hoped to die in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Bright flowers in the coming year will bloom on his grave.

When the flowers bloom, it is he who is smiling.

(End of this chapter)