Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 125 Yujian and Yujian

"Brother, be careful!" Chen Li shouted.

Duan Song smiled slightly, and the long sword coiled around his body seemed to have a spirituality, and chopped towards the corpse monster's feet.

The sole of the zombie's foot was cut off by a sword.

Immediately afterwards, sword lights flashed across the sky, and the severed soles of the corpse monster's feet were chopped into pieces, which fell from the sky like rain.

The debris that fell on the ground corroded the ground into small pits one by one, but none of them fell on Duan Song.

Wang Luo was already dumbfounded.

This is another phenomenon that he has seen beyond the scope of his cognition in this period of time.

"Is this an immortal?" He thought silently in his heart.

Thinking of the messy things that the system signed in and put in his storage ring, which made the storage ring look like a department store warehouse, Wang Luo suddenly wanted to hug his knees and cry.

Look at the systems of other traversers, and then look at your own system. . . .

"Junior Sister, don't worry, watch me clean up this monster!"

After finishing speaking, Duan Song jumped lightly and stepped on his flying sword.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Song soared into the sky and flew into the sky, facing the corpse monster far away.

Duan Song manipulated the flying sword under his feet and rushed towards the corpse.

The corpse raised its palm and quickly slapped Duan Song.

But Duan Song didn't dodge or dodge at all, instead speeding up.

He passed it directly from the corpse monster's palm, and a sharp sword energy flew towards the monster.

This sword directly split the zombie's head obliquely, and he opened his big mouth, which was divided into two halves at the same time, letting out a painful roar.

Then, the monster's head began to move closer to the center, and then slowly healed.

Duan Song slashed out with a sword, and then made a detour behind the monster, and made another sword.

The unhealed corpse monster was beheaded by Duan Song with a sword, and the two halves of the head fell to the ground.

Although beheading could not kill the monster, his huge body completely lost its balance. With his right foot raised, his whole body couldn't maintain balance, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The new head is growing slowly, how could Duan Song miss such a good opportunity.

He jumped off the flying sword and pinched the sword formula with both hands.

Feijian transformed into several clones, attacking the monster's body frantically together.

The corpse monster's body was cut to pieces quickly, but this still couldn't stop his rebirth, the corpse was slowly wriggling, trying to reassemble.

Wang Luo was dazzled, but what Duan Song did next made his heart tighten.

Obviously, this way of controlling the flying sword consumes a lot of Duan Song's spiritual power. After cutting the corpse into pieces, he had to put the flying sword back by his side.

"This guy's tenacity is beyond my imagination." Duan Song shook his head, "On my own, it's hard to really destroy him."

Wang Luo looked at the flying sword hovering around Duan Song, and suddenly a thought came to his mind.

"Eh..." Wang Luo just remembered that he still doesn't know how to address Duan Song.

"This is my senior brother when I was studying art in Shushan, called Duan Song, you call him... Uncle Duan." Chen Li saw Wang Luo's embarrassment, and said from the side.

"Uncle Duan, can you take me to the sky?" Wang Luo pointed to the flying sword beside Duan Song and asked.

Duan Song was taken aback, but still nodded.

"How high can you fly?"

Duan Song frowned: "My Hanxing Sword is about a hundred feet without any effort."

Wang Luo shook his head: "It's too low."

One hundred feet in this world is roughly equivalent to more than 230 meters in later generations, which is far from enough for the big treasure that Wang Luo wants to use.

"Is five hundred feet enough?" Duan Song continued to ask.

Wang Luo continued to shake his head: "Not enough, not enough, far from enough."

"How tall do you want to be?"

"At least two thousand feet."

Duan Song and Chen Li opened their eyes wide at the same time.

"So tall, what do you want to do?"

"If you can take me two thousand feet into the air, I have a way to destroy this monster." Wang Luo said.

Duan Song looked at Chen Li, "Junior Sister, is this your son?"

Chen Li shook her head, "He, he can be regarded as my nephew, he can be completely trusted. If Wang Luo says there is a way, I believe him."

Duan Song didn't know how this kid who didn't even know how to control a sword could destroy this difficult corpse, but since Chen Li had endorsed Wang Luo, he still nodded and decided to give it a try.

"At a height of two thousand feet, I can do it by myself, but with you, let's try it, there shouldn't be any problem."

"Uncle Duan, two thousand feet is the lowest height, I hope you can do your best, the higher the better."

Duan Song nodded, instead of using the flying sword beside him, he took out another sword from his bracelet.

This sword is much longer than the Han Xing just now, and it looks more suitable for two people to ride.

"Isn't this Zhuyue?" Chen Li looked at the flying sword in front of him and blurted out.

Duan Song looked at Chen Li and nodded.

"I didn't expect you to know it. Come on, your name is Wang Luo, right? Come on, stand up and pull my clothes."

Wang Luo didn't go up directly, but turned his head and said to Chen Li: "Auntie, now, leave here immediately and go to the west, at least ten miles away."

Chen Li froze for a moment, then nodded after realizing it.

She glanced at the corpse monster fragments that were still wriggling slowly. The corpse monster would not be revived for a while, so she turned around and began to retreat towards the west.

Seeing that Chen Li had already left for a full mile, Wang Luo stepped onto the flying sword.

"The weapon you prepared is so powerful?" Duan Song stood on the flying sword and asked doubtfully.

"I don't know either, but just in case."

Duan Song nodded, and began to pinch the sword formula with both hands.

It seems that Yujian's two thousand feet is not a small challenge for him.

Wang Luo only felt his feet move, and then flew into the sky at high speed.

Feeling the wind blowing across his face and looking at the land farther and farther under his feet, Wang Luo fell in love with this feeling in an instant.

"I wonder when will I be able to fly with the sword like him?" Thinking about this question, Wang Luo flew higher and higher.

The distance of two thousand feet does not take a long time for Feijian's speed.

"It's already two thousand feet." Duan Song suddenly stopped in the air.

"Can it be higher?" Wang Luo looked at the little black spot representing Chen Li under his feet, estimated the distance, and felt that Chen Li hadn't reached a safe distance, so he asked.

Duan Song didn't speak, and continued to move his sword formula and flew upwards.

After flying another five hundred feet, Wang Luo yelled to stop.

Chen Li has stopped moving and should have retreated to the point of failure.

"Okay, Uncle Duan, just stay here."

Wang Luo took two steps back cautiously, and then groped in the ring.

Hula, a big baby appeared in front of Duan Song.

(End of this chapter)