Seeing the black-clothed monks who came up together, Zhou Shu's expression grew colder.

The sword light flashed, the eyes of the ruins were fully opened, and a magnificent wave of Yuan force attacked straight out.

Bang!

The first two monks were pierced at once, and instantly turned into a pool of meat.

But the Yuan Li Zhu did not weaken, and went all the way forward, heading straight to Tan Zhendao.

Wherever he passed, the black-clothed cultivator had no possibility of defensiveness, and he was able to avoid it if he saw the machine quickly. At most, he had broken limbs and folded his arms.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were killed or injured.

Yuan Lizhu rushed to Tan Zhendao.

Tan Zhendao's complexion was dignified, and the soul suddenly appeared on the top of his head, and he raised a small black shield, and at the same time his body retreated.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the small shield was pushed away directly, and the Yuan Li Zhu also attenuated a lot, changed its direction, and continued to rush forward until it rushed to the edge of the island and rushed into the sea before it stopped completely.

A large ditch with a depth of more than ten feet appeared on the ground, running through the entire Paradise Island, and many tall buildings collapsed.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, the wailing continued, and the cultivators fleeing everywhere.

In just one shot, Paradise Island was destroyed seven or eighty eight, and it turned into a garbage dump.

Tan Zhendao took a look, his expression even more fierce, while Zhou Shu looked indifferent and didn't care.

The Yuan Li that rushed out was not a random collision without a target, but the ones that were most affected by Zhou Shu's control were those flower houses and the largest flower houses, all of which are places where dirt and dirt are hidden. .

Zhou Shu didn't stop, Na Xu Jie opened, and a series of puppets flew out.

There are more than one hundred puppets, each of which has the strength above the Golden Core Realm.

A puppet is different from a person. After all, a person is a flesh and blood body, fearful, and loses fighting spirit. Once the realm is greatly different, it is difficult for a cultivator to win by more than less. For example, a hundred gold cores may not be an opponent of the Nascent Soul Realm. , After all, the difference between Yuanli and Spiritual Power is too big, but a puppet, something like a puppet that is not afraid of being beaten, not afraid of pain, and not afraid of it, is different. Even a monk cannot easily defeat a golden core-level King Kong puppet. If it fails, then the number of King Kong puppets will easily become a winning trend, so that more can win less.

Before in the main hall, it was impossible to expand, but now on the island, there is no such concern.

The five split-tailed teeth beasts are the main ones, and the other puppets are auxiliary, and they besiege Tan Zhendao together.

Tan Zhendao's complexion changed slightly, and he had to recruit clones to deal with many puppets.

He shouted, "Everyone don't care about the puppets, and attack the monk. He is the same as you, and he definitely can't use the previous whirlpool now!"

The black-clothed monk did not dare to neglect, so he cleaned up his fighting spirit and rushed towards Zhou Shu one after another.

Among them, there are many monks who are not black, most of them are guard monks of the flower house, or the landlord, etc. They also know that once something happens on Paradise Island, their business can't go on. At that time, Where can I find a better place to make money?

To cut people's wealth, such as giving people a dead end, Zhou Shu, who wants to destroy the island, is even more a mortal enemy in their eyes and hates them.

When they started, they were even more ruthless and fierce than the black monks on Paradise Island.

"Everyone go up together and kill him!"

"I want to destroy our Paradise Island, it is a dream, we must kill him!"

"Damn thing, dare to take care of our business!"

Soon, two battlefields were formed.

More than a hundred puppets besieged Tan Zhendao, and hundreds of monks besieged Zhou Shu.

Many onlookers on the side could not help shaking their heads as they watched the situation. They almost knew that Zhou Shu would definitely lose.

There are hundreds of cultivators who are in the Nascent Soul Stage with him, many of them are in the out-of-aperture stage or even the distraction stage. Although Tan Zhendao has a lively fight, how long can the puppets last? It was Zhou Shu's control. Once Zhou Shu relaxed, the puppet would finish.

For other Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, perhaps all these reasons were used, but unfortunately it was Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu's expression was indifferent, with a faint green light on his body, walking among the many monks, like walking in a leisurely courtyard.

He chose to ignore almost all attacks, letting the magic art force or even magic weapons hit him, not caring at all. Every time the sword in his right hand and the thunder in his left hand fell, he would take a life away.

In the face of these people, he will never show mercy.

However, for a few dozen breaths, some people were terrified, and their bodies couldn't help shaking, and shrank and dared not step forward.

"How is it possible, why is he not afraid of any attacks?"

"Yeah, the blade light that the primordial spirit sent out just now was cut through even the sky, but nothing happened when it fell on him?"

"Is he a monk?"

The besieger stared at Zhou Shu and began to doubt, first doubt Zhou Shu, then doubt himself.

"Is it because my attack power is not enough, is it?"

"Compared with him, I am not a cultivator at all. Under what circumstances, the secret technique hasn't even gotten off a single hair?"

"Is it my magic weapon's fault, or did I practice the wrong technique?"

This kind of emotion is contagious. Soon, most monks gradually lose their intent to fight~lightnovelpub.net~The siege has become Sanda. Even if they take action, they are weak and want to keep the strength to escape. Most of them are in black clothes. The monk is no exception.

They won’t know that Zhou Shu now has fully utilized the Qingming Realm of the Qingming Garment. With the Yan Fujing of the Tree Vein Realm and the wooden armor, the current Zhou Shu is not in the Nascent Soul Realm at all. The monks can be impressed, unless, among these monks there is the best magic weapon, or the extremely special strange fire, the magic trick, but it seems that there is obviously no.

It's just a group of pirates, whether it is magic weapons or magic tricks, etc., they can't compare with the monks of the big sect.

Zhou Shu was still calm, the Thunder of Yin and Yang and Lishuang Sword could not help falling, reaping lives.

The observations from the previous days made him clearly understand that these people are all comparable to evil cultivators, and they all have reasons to die hundreds of times.

There were wailing everywhere, blood mist flying all over the sky, Zhou Shu walked back and forth, indifferent as ice, not letting every monk passing by.

After another while, almost no cultivator dared to do it. Seeing Zhou Shu who looked like a murderous god, they were trembling and almost knelt down. They had completely lost their fighting spirit and could not fight.

"Spare... Fate!"

A black-clothed monk, no longer caring about his duties, and no matter what he was in charge, Tan Zhendao was on his side, kneeling directly, and begging loudly.

One person did this, and the rest followed suit. In the blink of an eye, they knelt down on a cultivator.

Zhou Shu's expression was indifferent, almost as he thought. Compared with the external conditions such as magic weapons and tactics, these pirates are internally worse. They have no fighting spirit or will to fight, and they fall with a single blow.

Almost all the onlookers around were dumbfounded, all staring at Zhou Shu, completely speechless.

The island was completely messed up, and many Huaxiu ran out one after another because they lost their restraints. (To be continued.)