I Can Extract Attributes

"Bang!~"

With a sound, Zhang Shaopeng's head fell to the ground.

"Zhang Shaopeng is dead?"

Whether it was Zhang Xiaoling or Fujisawa, they were all stunned.

He watched helplessly at the headless corpse with blood splattered from the neck, and the head that couldn't rest.

No one expected this scene.

The brain is somewhat short-circuited.

The scene was quiet for a while, and after a while, wild laughter broke out.

"Hahaha, okay, if you dare to oppose me, Fujisawa, this is the end."

Fujisawa recovered from the shock, and immediately laughed excitedly.

His eyes glanced at Tang Yongye subconsciously, and the corner of his mouth evoked a cruel arc.

The words just now were obviously meant to be a bit of a scolding of Sang Huai.

But when he looked at Tang Yongye, he found that the other party didn't look at him at all, as if it was no big deal for him to kill Zhang Shaopeng.

"You must find an opportunity to kill this little white face."

Murder in Fujisawa's heart.

"How is this possible? How can Fujisawa be Zhang Shaopeng's opponent?"

Zhang Dazhuang rubbed his eyes subconsciously.

Rao is why he can't believe it, Zhang Shaopeng's headless corpse explains everything.

Zhou Yu frowned, he always felt something was wrong.

"Just now, it was clear that the disciples of the Five Poison Sect had the upper hand. Suddenly, it seemed as if they had fallen into evil. The attack stopped, and this was the opportunity for us to take advantage of."

"Is it him?"

Zhou Yu found that Zhang Shaopeng's head was facing Wuye, and his eyes were staring at Wuye, with strong fear.

Immediately after thinking about it, he denied his conjecture.

Wuye's weakness is not disguised.

No one found out that in Zhang Shaopeng's body, a beetle bridge burrowed into the ground without taking a deep breath.

"Young Master Wuye, are you alright?"

Zhang Xiaoling recovered from the shock, and quickly ran to Tang Yongye and asked.

"I'm fine."

Tang Yongye shook his head and said.

"Okay, since the people from the Five Poison Sect are dead, let's hurry up."

Fujisawa's indifferent voice sounded.

At this moment, Fujisawa's momentum is obviously stronger than before.

After all, he killed a master like Zhang Shaopeng by himself.

The five walked towards the depths of the forest.

Along the way, I encountered several waves of martial arts, and without exception, these martial arts all headed towards Burying Sword Ping.

Soon, everyone came to a huge barren plain.

As far as the eye can see, this plain is barren, giving people a desolate and dead feeling.

On the plains, broken swords and corpses can be seen everywhere.

The deeper you go, the denser the broken sword bones on the plain.

The breath in the air has also become sharp and sharp, as if it has turned into countless sharp swords, which want to penetrate the body and soul of people.

‘Sword Qi +1’

A sword qi was extracted into the body by Tang Yongye.

"It's worthy of being buried in Jianping, just outside, there is such a strong sword energy."

Tang Yongye was secretly surprised.

If it reaches the depths of Buried Sword Ping, what kind of powerful sword energy would it be?

Seeing Tang Yongye's surprised expression, Zhang Xiaoling thought she was shocked by the countless broken sword bones on Buried Sword Ping.

"Burial Sword Ping used to be an ordinary plain, but hundreds of years ago, a wordless sword stele landed on the plain out of thin air. Jianxiu discovered the mystery of the wordless sword stele and wanted to take it for himself. The Jianxiu sect and family all participated in the competition, and a shocking battle took place on the plain."

"The battle was extremely tragic, with heavy casualties. In the end, no one was able to take the wordless sword monument as their own, so they had to retreat and open the wordless sword monument to the public."

Zhang Xiaoling looked around,

With a solemn look, he said:

"Every broken sword on the plain represents a life and is the evidence of that war. In the end, someone gave the plain the name of 'Burning Sword Ping' to warn future generations not to repeat the mistakes of the ancients. "

Tang Yongye looked around, and there were broken walls and broken swords and bones everywhere, showing how tragic the battle was at that time.

Although hundreds of years have passed, the air of Burial Sword Ping still has a chilling sword energy.

It was as if the war had not stopped.

Tang Yongye was even more interested in the treasure that could make so many sword cultivators frantically fight for it.

And Kong Lao said that his father not only realized "Sword One", "Sword Two" and "Sword Three" in front of the wordless sword monument.

It even broke through King Wu in one fell swoop.

'Sword Qi+1' 'Sword Qi+1' 'Sword Qi+1'

...

'kill +1'

'Crazy +1'

'greed +1'

...

Along the way, Tang Yongye continued to extract the attribute power contained in the air.

In the sword qi, there are a lot of negative attributes.

Even a powerful sword cultivator would not dare to casually refine the sword energy in the air. After all, those negative attributes are too huge.

Even Jianxiu, whose willpower is not firm, can't step into the Buried Sword Ping at all.

But these Tang Yongye don't care, he can filter out all the negative emotions, and it won't affect himself at all.

Three days later, a huge stone tablet appeared in the sight of the group.

The stone tablet was in the shape of a sword, about a hundred feet high, and stood there like a sword that lifted the sky, piercing the sky.

In front of the stone tablet, it seemed that the whole world had become insignificant.

The densely packed broken swords around Buried Sword Ping seemed to bow their heads in front of this giant sword on the stone tablet.

An invisible heaven-shattering sword intent emanated from the stone tablet giant sword.

It was as if the stele giant sword was not a stele, but a sword that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Is that the wordless sword tablet?"

Tang Yongye was horrified when he saw the stone tablet.

The giant sword of the stone tablet with a height of hundreds of feet, who is the magic work of this person, and it is definitely not a manpower.

As for Zhang Xiaoling and the others, it was obviously the first time they came to Burying Sword Ping, and their expressions were far more exaggerated than Tang Yongye's.

"A bunch of bastards."

At this moment, a sarcastic voice entered the ears of several people.

I saw a man in a white robe, proudly passing over their heads, and heading straight for the stone tablet giant sword.

"It's a disciple of Tianzong!"

Fujisawa, who had been humiliated and was still a little angry, changed his expression slightly when he saw the word "天" embroidered on the man's robe, and quickly pressed his dissatisfaction to the bottom of his heart.

Tianzong is the strongest sect in Chuzhou, and its disciples are not only extremely talented, but also very arrogant, who would dare to provoke them.

"He is Wang Qingyu of Tianzong. He ranks fourth among Tianzong's disciples. It is rumored that he has broken through the third level of martial arts. He is very talented."

"I heard that this time the Sword Monument space is opened, all geniuses, even the kendo geniuses from Huozhou and Leizhou, will gather in Jianping for burial."

"I have a gossip. Huo Zhou came here this time with the so-called first kendo genius in Huozhou, the 'Little Sword God' Helian Bailian."

"It's actually Helian Bailian, but I heard that Helian Bailian's kendo talent is no worse than Nangong Han."