Chapter 2970: Destroy
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Thousands of sword rain passed through the body, constantly shuttled from Zhang Yifeng's body, and Zhang Yifeng's body surface was pierced with loopholes.
Seeing this situation, the middle-aged principal on the side felt distressed by the damaged walls and equipment of the underground stronghold.
But as long as the little thief who broke into the stronghold can be killed, it is not a loss.
After all, what is being studied here is an important thing in the future of the shell organization and must not be discovered by anyone.
When the principal was secretly proud in his middle age, a coldness suddenly clung to his neck.
"Um?"
With a voice of doubt, the middle-aged principal had not reacted, his neck was twisted, and he could see the person behind him clearly.
His pupils suddenly expanded, and a figure that he couldn't believe was reflected in his pupils. It was Zhang Yifeng who was clearly still being pierced by thousands of sword rain.
"idiot."
With a cold voice, Zhang Yifeng directly took the black iron token in the hands of the middle-aged principal.
With a sudden force in his hand, he directly rubbed the black iron token into a mass of scrap iron.
The moment the black iron token was crushed, the sword hero and the sword Ping'an moved for a while, and the thin swords transformed into immortal power in their hands also fell to the ground one after another, turning into pure immortal power and dispersed.
"what!"
Two shouts sounded, and both Sword Hero and Sword Ping Ping knelt on the ground while holding their heads, showing painful struggles on their faces.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng smiled in no hurry, with a relaxed expression in his eyes.
Such a reaction shows that Zhang Yifeng's guess is correct. The black iron token in the hands of the middle-aged principal is indeed the culprit controlling the two sword heroes.
At the same time, the remaining shell tissue cultivators rushed towards Zhang Yifeng one by one, and various magical powers rushed towards him.
Facing this group of shell tissue monks, Zhang Yifeng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he licked the corner of his mouth.
In the next moment, Zhang Yifeng's figure kept flashing in the crowd, and the thin sword in his hand turned into a deadly weapon, one by one, the shell tissue cultivators fell under his sword.
After these people fell, the turbulent black flames swallowed them directly, leaving no room for resistance at all.
When the last shell tissue monk, holding a short blade tremblingly curled up in the corner, he looked at Zhang Yifeng, who had never been stained with a drop of blood, and the black flames falling behind him, frightened. Yelled.
In the next second, Zhang Yifeng's rapier pierced his head, and the raging black flame burned from the tip of the sword, directly burning the monk into slag.
In this regard, the shell tissue monks in the entire underground stronghold were cleaned up by Zhang Yifeng.
Walking back to the room where the two sword heroes were held, both the sword hero and the sword Ping An had fainted.
Zhang Yifeng stepped forward to check it carefully, and the thing that blinded their minds in the sea of knowledge between the two of them had disappeared.
Immediately, Zhang Yifeng searched each room again, confirming that there were no missing fish, and at the same time found information about manipulating the minds of the two sword heroes.
It turns out that this is what the group of people studied in this underground stronghold, using a strange brainwashing method, and then paired with that black iron token.
You can control others at close range, this thing is still under research, and the two sword heroes are just experimental products.
Although it is still under study, Zhang Yifeng has already seen that the shell organization has done a great deal, and if this thing can be used on a large scale.
Even relying on some kind of medium to spread, I am afraid that the entire Eastern Celestial Land will be controlled by the shell tissue.
With his gaze stunned, Zhang Yifeng recorded these data in his mind, and even burned the research results of these shell tissue monks.
Although the shell organization can rely on the spirit to transmit information to each other, Zhang Yifeng feels that most of these materials should not have been passed back by the middle-aged principal.
This is the common problem of the people in charge of the underground bases of these shell organizations. They all want to pass the information back when things are about to be studied, in order to gain credit.
Bringing the stunned sword hero and sword back to the passage safely, as for this underground stronghold, it has been completely submerged in the black flames of Zhang Yifeng.
Looking at the closed passageway, Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, this guy made a good calculation.
This is to let Zhang Yifeng and the group of people fight to death in the underground stronghold.
But his wishful thinking was wrong, and Zhang Yifeng was not someone who could die in such a place.
With a sudden punch, Zhang Yifeng directly knocked the stone table against the entrance into the air, leading people out of the underground passage.
Glancing at the young man who collapsed on the side, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and caught him in the other's unbelievable gaze.
Pinching the young man's neck, Zhang Yifeng pondered for a moment, but then let go of his hand.
Falling to the ground again, the young man's eyes showed the color of rejoicing for the rest of his life.
"You, I won't kill it, just keeping you is still useful."
After a faint sound, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and threw a bottle of pill, which was exactly in the hands of the young man.
When Zhang Yifeng took the comatose sword hero and the sword safely, and the young man left Qingmu City, the whole Qingmu City exploded.
The big family loved by the people in Qingmu City was quietly wiped out. In the sky full of fire, except for a dozen servants who were knocked out, they were still outside.
The rest of the people were all buried in the weird black flames, and countless people were weeping and howling.
And Zhang Yifeng, with a smile on his face, lowered the hat on his head and passed the gate of Qingmu City.
At the same time, at the intersection of Eastern Celestial Earth and Southern Celestial Earth, a long table was placed in an underground space.
There are ten seats on the left and right sides of this long table, except for the main seat.
The originally calm underground space suddenly flickered with a faint blue light, and then a figure appeared on the tenth seat on the left.
Just looking at the fluctuations emanating from his body, it was obviously just a projection.
There was a sarcasm on the face of this figure, looking expectantly at the seat on the opposite right, waiting for the figure on the opposite side to appear.
Finally, a figure on the right was also projected on the seat.
Comparing with the ironic look of the figure on the left, the figure on the right has a faint anger on its face.
"Oh, isn't this a sea ghost? Why hasn't seen him for a few days, his face has become so bad."
The figure on the left sneered and raised an eyebrow to look at the figure on the right.
"Skinny Monkey, I advise you not to talk such nonsense at this juncture, or you will regret it."
The figure in the seat on the right took a deep breath, with an angry look in his eyes.
"Hmph, I said, don't call me skinny monkey anymore, my name is Guihou!"
The figure on the left was also cold, and he hated others calling him skinny monkey the most.
"Really, then I just called, what can you do?"
In the constant quarrel between Haigui and Guihou, other figures gradually appeared on the seats on both sides.
It's just that they didn't mean to stop the two of them, either they got in with a kick, or they were sitting on the sidelines.
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Thousands of sword rain passed through the body, constantly shuttled from Zhang Yifeng's body, and Zhang Yifeng's body surface was pierced with loopholes.
Seeing this situation, the middle-aged principal on the side felt distressed by the damaged walls and equipment of the underground stronghold.
But as long as the little thief who broke into the stronghold can be killed, it is not a loss.
After all, what is being studied here is an important thing in the future of the shell organization and must not be discovered by anyone.
When the principal was secretly proud in his middle age, a coldness suddenly clung to his neck.
"Um?"
With a voice of doubt, the middle-aged principal had not reacted, his neck was twisted, and he could see the person behind him clearly.
His pupils suddenly expanded, and a figure that he couldn't believe was reflected in his pupils. It was Zhang Yifeng who was clearly still being pierced by thousands of sword rain.
"idiot."
With a cold voice, Zhang Yifeng directly took the black iron token in the hands of the middle-aged principal.
With a sudden force in his hand, he directly rubbed the black iron token into a mass of scrap iron.
The moment the black iron token was crushed, the sword hero and the sword Ping'an moved for a while, and the thin swords transformed into immortal power in their hands also fell to the ground one after another, turning into pure immortal power and dispersed.
"what!"
Two shouts sounded, and both Sword Hero and Sword Ping Ping knelt on the ground while holding their heads, showing painful struggles on their faces.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng smiled in no hurry, with a relaxed expression in his eyes.
Such a reaction shows that Zhang Yifeng's guess is correct. The black iron token in the hands of the middle-aged principal is indeed the culprit controlling the two sword heroes.
At the same time, the remaining shell tissue cultivators rushed towards Zhang Yifeng one by one, and various magical powers rushed towards him.
Facing this group of shell tissue monks, Zhang Yifeng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he licked the corner of his mouth.
In the next moment, Zhang Yifeng's figure kept flashing in the crowd, and the thin sword in his hand turned into a deadly weapon, one by one, the shell tissue cultivators fell under his sword.
After these people fell, the turbulent black flames swallowed them directly, leaving no room for resistance at all.
When the last shell tissue monk, holding a short blade tremblingly curled up in the corner, he looked at Zhang Yifeng, who had never been stained with a drop of blood, and the black flames falling behind him, frightened. Yelled.
In the next second, Zhang Yifeng's rapier pierced his head, and the raging black flame burned from the tip of the sword, directly burning the monk into slag.
In this regard, the shell tissue monks in the entire underground stronghold were cleaned up by Zhang Yifeng.
Walking back to the room where the two sword heroes were held, both the sword hero and the sword Ping An had fainted.
Zhang Yifeng stepped forward to check it carefully, and the thing that blinded their minds in the sea of knowledge between the two of them had disappeared.
Immediately, Zhang Yifeng searched each room again, confirming that there were no missing fish, and at the same time found information about manipulating the minds of the two sword heroes.
It turns out that this is what the group of people studied in this underground stronghold, using a strange brainwashing method, and then paired with that black iron token.
You can control others at close range, this thing is still under research, and the two sword heroes are just experimental products.
Although it is still under study, Zhang Yifeng has already seen that the shell organization has done a great deal, and if this thing can be used on a large scale.
Even relying on some kind of medium to spread, I am afraid that the entire Eastern Celestial Land will be controlled by the shell tissue.
With his gaze stunned, Zhang Yifeng recorded these data in his mind, and even burned the research results of these shell tissue monks.
Although the shell organization can rely on the spirit to transmit information to each other, Zhang Yifeng feels that most of these materials should not have been passed back by the middle-aged principal.
This is the common problem of the people in charge of the underground bases of these shell organizations. They all want to pass the information back when things are about to be studied, in order to gain credit.
Bringing the stunned sword hero and sword back to the passage safely, as for this underground stronghold, it has been completely submerged in the black flames of Zhang Yifeng.
Looking at the closed passageway, Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, this guy made a good calculation.
This is to let Zhang Yifeng and the group of people fight to death in the underground stronghold.
But his wishful thinking was wrong, and Zhang Yifeng was not someone who could die in such a place.
With a sudden punch, Zhang Yifeng directly knocked the stone table against the entrance into the air, leading people out of the underground passage.
Glancing at the young man who collapsed on the side, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and caught him in the other's unbelievable gaze.
Pinching the young man's neck, Zhang Yifeng pondered for a moment, but then let go of his hand.
Falling to the ground again, the young man's eyes showed the color of rejoicing for the rest of his life.
"You, I won't kill it, just keeping you is still useful."
After a faint sound, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and threw a bottle of pill, which was exactly in the hands of the young man.
When Zhang Yifeng took the comatose sword hero and the sword safely, and the young man left Qingmu City, the whole Qingmu City exploded.
The big family loved by the people in Qingmu City was quietly wiped out. In the sky full of fire, except for a dozen servants who were knocked out, they were still outside.
The rest of the people were all buried in the weird black flames, and countless people were weeping and howling.
And Zhang Yifeng, with a smile on his face, lowered the hat on his head and passed the gate of Qingmu City.
At the same time, at the intersection of Eastern Celestial Earth and Southern Celestial Earth, a long table was placed in an underground space.
There are ten seats on the left and right sides of this long table, except for the main seat.
The originally calm underground space suddenly flickered with a faint blue light, and then a figure appeared on the tenth seat on the left.
Just looking at the fluctuations emanating from his body, it was obviously just a projection.
There was a sarcasm on the face of this figure, looking expectantly at the seat on the opposite right, waiting for the figure on the opposite side to appear.
Finally, a figure on the right was also projected on the seat.
Comparing with the ironic look of the figure on the left, the figure on the right has a faint anger on its face.
"Oh, isn't this a sea ghost? Why hasn't seen him for a few days, his face has become so bad."
The figure on the left sneered and raised an eyebrow to look at the figure on the right.
"Skinny Monkey, I advise you not to talk such nonsense at this juncture, or you will regret it."
The figure in the seat on the right took a deep breath, with an angry look in his eyes.
"Hmph, I said, don't call me skinny monkey anymore, my name is Guihou!"
The figure on the left was also cold, and he hated others calling him skinny monkey the most.
"Really, then I just called, what can you do?"
In the constant quarrel between Haigui and Guihou, other figures gradually appeared on the seats on both sides.
It's just that they didn't mean to stop the two of them, either they got in with a kick, or they were sitting on the sidelines.
Thousands of sword rain passed through the body, constantly shuttled from Zhang Yifeng's body, and Zhang Yifeng's body surface was pierced with loopholes.Seeing this situation, the middle-aged principal on the side felt distressed by the damaged walls and equipment of the underground stronghold.But as long as the little thief who broke into the stronghold can be killed, it is not a loss.After all, what is being studied here is an important thing in the future of the shell organization and must not be discovered by anyone.When the principal was secretly proud in his middle age, a coldness suddenly clung to his neck."Um?"With a voice of doubt, the middle-aged principal had not reacted, his neck was twisted, and he could see the person behind him clearly.His pupils suddenly expanded, and a figure that he couldn't believe was reflected in his pupils. It was Zhang Yifeng who was clearly still being pierced by thousands of sword rain."idiot."With a cold voice, Zhang Yifeng directly took the black iron token in the hands of the middle-aged principal.With a sudden force in his hand, he directly rubbed the black iron token into a mass of scrap iron.The moment the black iron token was crushed, the sword hero and the sword Ping'an moved for a while, and the thin swords transformed into immortal power in their hands also fell to the ground one after another, turning into pure immortal power and dispersed."what!"Two shouts sounded, and both Sword Hero and Sword Ping Ping knelt on the ground while holding their heads, showing painful struggles on their faces.Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng smiled in no hurry, with a relaxed expression in his eyes.Such a reaction shows that Zhang Yifeng's guess is correct. The black iron token in the hands of the middle-aged principal is indeed the culprit controlling the two sword heroes.At the same time, the remaining shell tissue cultivators rushed towards Zhang Yifeng one by one, and various magical powers rushed towards him.Facing this group of shell tissue monks, Zhang Yifeng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he licked the corner of his mouth.In the next moment, Zhang Yifeng's figure kept flashing in the crowd, and the thin sword in his hand turned into a deadly weapon, one by one, the shell tissue cultivators fell under his sword.After these people fell, the turbulent black flames swallowed them directly, leaving no room for resistance at all.When the last shell tissue monk, holding a short blade tremblingly curled up in the corner, he looked at Zhang Yifeng, who had never been stained with a drop of blood, and the black flames falling behind him, frightened. Yelled.In the next second, Zhang Yifeng's rapier pierced his head, and the raging black flame burned from the tip of the sword, directly burning the monk into slag.In this regard, the shell tissue monks in the entire underground stronghold were cleaned up by Zhang Yifeng.Walking back to the room where the two sword heroes were held, both the sword hero and the sword Ping An had fainted.Zhang Yifeng stepped forward to check it carefully, and the thing that blinded their minds in the sea of knowledge between the two of them had disappeared.Immediately, Zhang Yifeng searched each room again, confirming that there were no missing fish, and at the same time found information about manipulating the minds of the two sword heroes.It turns out that this is what the group of people studied in this underground stronghold, using a strange brainwashing method, and then paired with that black iron token.You can control others at close range, this thing is still under research, and the two sword heroes are just experimental products.Although it is still under study, Zhang Yifeng has already seen that the shell organization has done a great deal, and if this thing can be used on a large scale.Even relying on some kind of medium to spread, I am afraid that the entire Eastern Celestial Land will be controlled by the shell tissue.With his gaze stunned, Zhang Yifeng recorded these data in his mind, and even burned the research results of these shell tissue monks.Although the shell organization can rely on the spirit to transmit information to each other, Zhang Yifeng feels that most of these materials should not have been passed back by the middle-aged principal.This is the common problem of the people in charge of the underground bases of these shell organizations. They all want to pass the information back when things are about to be studied, in order to gain credit.Bringing the stunned sword hero and sword back to the passage safely, as for this underground stronghold, it has been completely submerged in the black flames of Zhang Yifeng.Looking at the closed passageway, Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, this guy made a good calculation.This is to let Zhang Yifeng and the group of people fight to death in the underground stronghold.But his wishful thinking was wrong, and Zhang Yifeng was not someone who could die in such a place.With a sudden punch, Zhang Yifeng directly knocked the stone table against the entrance into the air, leading people out of the underground passage.Glancing at the young man who collapsed on the side, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and caught him in the other's unbelievable gaze.Pinching the young man's neck, Zhang Yifeng pondered for a moment, but then let go of his hand.Falling to the ground again, the young man's eyes showed the color of rejoicing for the rest of his life."You, I won't kill it, just keeping you is still useful."After a faint sound, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and threw a bottle of pill, which was exactly in the hands of the young man.When Zhang Yifeng took the comatose sword hero and the sword safely, and the young man left Qingmu City, the whole Qingmu City exploded.The big family loved by the people in Qingmu City was quietly wiped out. In the sky full of fire, except for a dozen servants who were knocked out, they were still outside.The rest of the people were all buried in the weird black flames, and countless people were weeping and howling.And Zhang Yifeng, with a smile on his face, lowered the hat on his head and passed the gate of Qingmu City.At the same time, at the intersection of Eastern Celestial Earth and Southern Celestial Earth, a long table was placed in an underground space.There are ten seats on the left and right sides of this long table, except for the main seat.The originally calm underground space suddenly flickered with a faint blue light, and then a figure appeared on the tenth seat on the left.Just looking at the fluctuations emanating from his body, it was obviously just a projection.There was a sarcasm on the face of this figure, looking expectantly at the seat on the opposite right, waiting for the figure on the opposite side to appear.Finally, a figure on the right was also projected on the seat.Comparing with the ironic look of the figure on the left, the figure on the right has a faint anger on its face."Oh, isn't this a sea ghost? Why hasn't seen him for a few days, his face has become so bad."The figure on the left sneered and raised an eyebrow to look at the figure on the right."Skinny Monkey, I advise you not to talk such nonsense at this juncture, or you will regret it."The figure in the seat on the right took a deep breath, with an angry look in his eyes."Hmph, I said, don't call me skinny monkey anymore, my name is Guihou!"The figure on the left was also cold, and he hated others calling him skinny monkey the most."Really, then I just called, what can you do?"In the constant quarrel between Haigui and Guihou, other figures gradually appeared on the seats on both sides.It's just that they didn't mean to stop the two of them, either they got in with a kick, or they were sitting on the sidelines.
