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Chapter 662 is a master!
[Operation ends, perfect tactics]

[Node settlement, fantasy +5, reputation +9]

[Collections are being drawn...]

[You got the oil paper bag (blue)]

[Your ability to easily kill many heroes is shocking, but your ruthless style of not holding back has also made you known as an evil heretic in the eyes of the people of the world. Reputation +3, Prosperity +3]

Name: Oil paper bag
Category: Multivariate Wonders

Quality: Blue Excellent

Effect: Once a day, when something is damaged, ineffective, deteriorated, or diseased and has lost its proper function, open the oil paper package and take out a brand new identical thing.

Note: Germany is the most rigorous country in the world!

……

After killing hundreds of gangsters who came to besiege him under the cover of night, Feng Xue returned to the node interface again. Looking at the collection that dropped this time, his expression became subtle.

Is this thing useful?
Obviously there is. In fact, if it were in another world, it would not be an exaggeration to say that this thing is a magical weapon. And judging from the description of "lesion", even body organs can be taken out.

But the problem is, this is an architect’s world!

If I need something, can’t I just think of it myself?
But then Feng Xue realized that this thing, from a certain perspective, was a more flexible "one more time". It could directly copy the abilities of consumables that could only be used once per round or even once only!

It's a pity that there are no good collections this time, the only thing I can get is 2 glass cups.

"First it was the Beggars' Sect, then the heroes of the martial arts world. What's next? The six major sects? The Demon Sect? The Holy Land of Martial Arts?"

Based on his experience in previous martial arts novels, Feng Xue imagined what kind of enemy he would encounter next while reaching out to point to the next dangerous enemy, but...

[Today's action power has been exhausted, should we end today? 】

"Huh? How come occupying a city depends on mobility?"

Feng Xue glanced at the empty disc in the upper right corner and couldn't help but want to complain, but then he realized that it was called action power, but in fact it was "time". Under normal circumstances, there were only two action periods in the morning and afternoon. He had the characteristics of a city that never sleeps, so he had the additional night action.

"So, the significance of spending more decision points is to help shorten the war? For example, let the residents of the city help me defeat the Beggars' Sect disciples and the martial arts heroes, so that I can concentrate on fighting the boss? But consuming extra action points means that it will take a day, right? Or should we skip two days to make advance preparations?"

Feng Xue was thinking about trying other options after he conquered Wangjiang City and challenged the next city. At the same time, he clicked on the time wheel. As the background screen was illuminated by the sun again, the disc in the upper right corner was filled again.

[Your single-handed attack on Wangjiang City has attracted much attention. All the major forces in Wangjiang City have begun to urgently mobilize their forces to prepare for the enemy, and a large number of underworld villains are trying to get a piece of the pie in this turmoil.]

[A group of people from Jianghu covet the inheritance of Baiyujing. While you are in Wangjiang City, they attack Baiyujing. Do you want to consume 1 action point to return to the city? Yes/No. ]

"Fuck!" Although this was within reason, Feng Xue still felt speechless. He glanced at the three dangerous enemies, and then looked at the three points in the upper right corner. If he spent one, he would have to wait until tomorrow to fight the final boss. If he delayed for another day, there would definitely be more soldiers attacking the city tomorrow. Now that Baiyujing has integrated the Shenglong Sword Sect, it should be no problem to face ordinary people from the Jianghu. At most, he could just take down Wangjiang City first, and then fight back like he did with the attacking beggars before!
Thinking of this, Feng Xue nodded no again.

then--

[The defense of the city failed, and people from the underworld broke into Baiyujing. They began to search everywhere for the inheritance of Baiyujing, causing a lot of suffering to the residents of the city. Prosperity -15. ]

"Failed? As expected, Jianghu people are not the same as a dozen Beggars' Sect disciples." Looking at the expected result, Feng Xue took a deep breath and clicked on the node...

……

The light of the rising sun penetrated the dark clouds, mixed with the drizzle, and sprinkled on the city wall overlooking the river, dyeing the air with a light golden color. Feng Xue held Mo Ran in one hand and stood on the top of an antique building with flying eaves and brackets. Twenty meters away from him was a middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth gown and with a slightly weathered face.

He held a long sword in his hand, but his steps were slightly relaxed. The whole person standing there did not look like a swordsman about to attack, but rather like a sculpture.

As Feng Xue released his perception, he immediately caught a lot of gazes. Although the battlefield was on the roof, it was already surrounded by passers-by.

"I never thought I would see the legendary Sword God!"

"Yes, yes. It is said that after he killed the Rainbow Sakura Sword Saint, he retired to the mountains and forests and did not care about worldly affairs. But I never thought that he would come out of the mountains again today for Feng Xue!"

"The Sword God versus the Immortal Sword. It's worth the money to see this battle, even if you die!"

……

One by one, the passers-by were discussing the battle between Feng Xue and the man in front of him, and Feng Xue was also quickly receiving the information.

Although he looked ordinary, the man in front of him seemed to be a king, and moreover, a king with a long history in this dreamland.

According to Passerby Emperor, every time Wangjiang City encountered a disaster, he would stand up. His greatest achievement seemed to be the repulsion of the invaders from Hongying led by a man who called himself the Sword Saint a thousand years ago (about three or four years in reality).

From this perspective, the opponent is indeed a powerful opponent.

Realizing this, Feng Xue's breath suddenly gathered, his mind and spirit focused, and with spots of light blown up by a breeze, the Mo Ran in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath!
The inky sword marks cut through the golden rain curtain. At that moment, it seemed as if three sword lights were slashing towards the Sword God from different angles at the same time.

"Sa!"

Feng Xue, who was swinging the sword, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. Before his brain could understand, his body completed the reflex first, and avoided the invisible sword light by bending his waist at a large angle. But at the same time, a stronger breath of death was burning like a raging fire.

"will die!"

Feng Xue, who had not felt such a strong sense of crisis for an unknown period of time, swung his sword in an extremely awkward posture, and the [Flash Blade] slashed out. With a sharp sound of metal friction, he adjusted his posture abruptly. However, when he wanted to swing the sword again, he found that half of the Mo Ran in his hand had been cut off at an angle!
"So strong!" With this thought, the ink in his hand recovered again. At this time, the Sword God was standing ten meters away. The only difference from before was that the ordinary long sword in his hand was already unsheathed.

"Come again!"

(End of this chapter)