C1377 Flying Sword Attack
C1377 Flying Sword Attack
The capacity of the System Space was extremely large, and it could be bought and sold on various plane of existence, although this function was somewhat deceitful.
Other than that, the System Space also had another powerful ability. That was, others could not see the System Space at all, nor could they sense its existence. It could be said that the stealth ability of the System Space was extremely perfect.
On the other hand, Universe Bag were different. Their capacity was much smaller, and most importantly, they would be stolen if they were careless. They had to be extremely careful while carrying Universe Bag.
No matter what, the Universe Bag was a pretty good magical equipment. It was just that Ye Mo, the rich guy, was used to using System Space.
After assigning the Universe Bag, Ye Mo lost his sleep. After all, he was too tired, so he planned to sleep well for one day and one night.
After going from the pirate World to the Fire Shadow World and then to the Nightmare Realm, he had now come to the Immortal Sword World. His long and arduous journey had caused Ye Mo to have very little time to rest.
It had been more than two years since he left Earth, and he was starting to miss home.
Just like this, Ye Mo fell asleep while sitting on his dream of returning to Earth.
At noon the next day, a group of people aggressively barged in.
The gatekeeper immediately scolded: "Who dares trespass into the Moon-worship Religion!"
"Scram to the side, stop pretending to be big in front of me!"
"Tell the Black Seedling Lan Feng to come out!"
Ye Mo dreamed of his return to Earth. With his girlfriend by his side, he had a successful career … However, he suddenly heard a commotion, "Sect Leader, it's bad, Black Seedling's people are here. It seems like they're here to cause trouble!"
Ye Mo woke up with a start and sat up on his bed. He finally realized that coming back to Earth was just a dream.
This dream was too realistic, making him think that he had really returned to Earth.
Then Ye Mo looked out the window and his mouth twitched. It seemed to be noon, and he had slept for at least 15 hours.
Thinking about this, Ye Mo walked out without even wearing the Sect Leader's robe. He was wearing ordinary clothes and slippers.
Just as Ye Mo opened the door, Lan Feng barged in aggressively.
Lan Feng was wearing a black and blue jacket, blue pants and blue leather shoes.
These leather shoes were not made from ordinary leather, but rather made from the scales of a blue python. It could be said that these shoes were extremely luxurious.
Ye Mo looked at Lan Feng carefully. Lan Feng was about 30 years old and looked very strong and strong.
Judging from his level, which was 21, it was no wonder that Yue was no match for him.
Looking at the dozens of people behind him, it was obvious that they were all Black Seedling's elites.
"You are the Sect Leader of Moon-worship Religion?"
Lan Feng took a step forward and looked Ye Mo up and down with disdain.
"That's right." Ye Mo nodded his head: "I am Moon-worship Religion Cult Master Ye Mo, what business do you have with my Moon-worship Religion?"
Lan Feng's expression was dark: "It's not impossible for outsiders to establish their own sect in the Miaojiang Grounds!"
"But you established the Moon-worship Religion and didn't go greet me, Lan Feng. You're looking down on me!"
"But I, Lord Lan Feng, have a lot. I'll give you a chance."
"It's very simple. Only those with strength have the right to establish their own sect. If you don't have strength, then hurry up and scram!"
"As long as you can last three minutes in my hands, I will admit that you are qualified!"
Ye Mo smiled faintly: "Is it worth it for you to gather so many people for such a small matter?"
"Humph!"
Lan Feng waved his hand, "Of course it's not that simple. To establish his own sect, one not only needs strength, he also needs the qualifications to teach his subordinates!"
"Today we will split into two rounds. I will send thirty people out in the first round, and you will also send thirty people out. We will have our men fight one round!"
"Injuries are unavoidable, but don't kill them. I'd like to see how you teach these believers."
"Then it'll be the two of us fighting. As long as you can last for three minutes, it'll be my loss!"
Needless to say, he was a bit despicable. His subordinates were all people who had trained hard for several years, and Ye Mo had only taught these disciples for less than three months.
However, since the other side already came to kick the school out, how could Ye Mo be a cowardly tortoise.
"Good, then let's have a competition like this. My disciples will take you guys to practice!" Ye Mo agreed immediately!
Soon, the competition started. Ye Mo and Lan Feng were sitting on two big chairs. On the left side of the ring stood Ye Mo's men, led by Ye Mo's direct disciple, Yue.
On the right were Lan Feng's men. Thirty men from both sides were participating in the battle.
Lan Feng stood up and announced in a loud voice, "The rules are very simple. Both sides can use weapons and injure each other, but you are not allowed to kill each other."
"If one side falls or concedes, the other side wins!"
"Alright, the competition begins now!"
After he finished speaking, a complacent look appeared on his face. The people that he had brought with him were all the elites of Black Seedling.
He was very clear that Ye Mo's disciples had only joined Moon-worship Religion for a few dozen days.
Before this, they were children from schools, apprentices from shops, and even people who raised silkworms at home. With this kind of ruckus, his group of subordinates could fight ten people at once.
He had even said long ago that his subordinates would be ruthless enough to beat up and injure these Moon-worship Religion members, making them fear the Black Seedlings, and even make them pay tribute with treasures year after year!
However, since the start of the battle, things had never progressed in the way he thought. These Moon-worship Religion followers were all very calm, waiting for their eldest senior brother to give the order.
Yue shouted, "Set up the formation!"
The thirty people from the Moon-worship Religion immediately scattered and quickly formed a circle around the black seedlings.
Yue put his finger in front of his mouth: "Sword Formation active!"
"Understood!"
The remaining twenty-nine people all put their fingers in front of their mouth at the same time. They were still chanting, as if chanting some kind of spell or incantation. Very quickly, the technique was completed, and the thirty people activated the Hundred Step Flying Sword at the same time!
The swords on their backs all flew out, quickly attacking the group of Black Seedlings.
Seeing that the thirty swords were not coming at them from all directions, the black seedlings' faces all turned green. They hurriedly tried to defend, but how could it be so easy to defend against?
"Ah, it hurts!"
"My hand is injured!"
"Wow, my leg!"
The thirty swords slashed back and forth. Black Seedling's men were injured in many places, and each of them could not stand the pain as they fell to the ground. The number of people who could still stand decreased.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on Ye Mo's face.
Hero did not come from nowhere, so all the people that he recruited all had talent in cultivation. After Ye Mo passed the Hundred Step Flying Sword to them, they had an initial grasp of it within three days.
Of course, their basic knowledge of controlling Flying Sword s was not sensitive. The killing power and accuracy of Flying Sword s were not good enough, and Flying Sword s could not fly too far away, etc.
But no matter, if thirty people were to use the Hundred Step Flying Sword, the number of Flying Sword could make up for all the shortcomings.
With thirty Flying Sword attacking at the same time, very few people could defend against them.