The Legend of the God of Cangyuantu

Chapter 37: Shura Sword
"I never thought that Master Meng Zhao would even research the Heavenly Demons. It is even more impossible for us to let you go!"

Xiahou Song's eyes were filled with even more murderous intent.

Facing his threat, Meng Zhao did not take it seriously. The reason was simple. Strength was the measure of self-confidence. They were just three perfect beings in the Transmigration Realm. Even if they joined forces were as strong as those in the Infinite Realm, so what? Before he broke through the Transmigration Realm, he was able to fight back and forth with Bai Zhanghe in the Infinite Realm. What's more, now!

This is a good opportunity to try out how strong the basic power condensed by the Shura Sword Evil Basic Technique is!
"The power of the God, the Shura Sword!"

As soon as Meng Zhao finished speaking, the power of the God in his body's foundation was triggered and quickly condensed into the Shura Sword Evil. The Shura Sword Evil rushed out of Meng Zhao's body, and a blood-colored sword energy shot up into the sky. A blood Shura appeared behind Meng Zhao, holding a huge blood sword. Meng Zhao's shirt instantly exploded, revealing his muscular body. Dark red tattoos appeared on his body, and even his eyes turned blood red. He exuded a terrifying aura of oppression!

"Come on, let's play now!"

Meng Zhao held the silver sword in his hand. At this time, the silver sword was also affected by the Shura Sword Evil, and turned red, filled with the aura of murderous intent!

Meng Zhao stomped the ground hard and attacked Xiahou Song quickly, as fast as a meteor. Soon he came in front of Xiahou Song. Xiahou Song was shocked when he saw Meng Zhao in front of him. He controlled the silk thread with both hands, trying to entangle Meng Zhao. Meng Zhao domineeringly tore it off and quickly came in front of Xiahou Song with a sword.

"Certainly!"

Suddenly, the handsome young man "Zhang Rushang" with a stern face uttered a word slowly. Meng Zhao felt as if he was entangled by his junior sister's thing. There was a resistance pulling his hands. Seeing this, Xiahou Song quickly retreated. Ruan Mi showed a wicked smile, looked at Meng Zhao and said, "Hehehe, I caught you!"

Then, dozens of arrows shot out at Meng Zhao quickly. Seeing this, Meng Zhao suddenly used his strength to break the mysterious power that controlled him. After he recovered, Meng Zhao swung his sword and cut off the dozens of arrows. Xiahou Song also knew that Meng Zhao was not easy to mess with, so he looked at Ruan Mi and said, "Ordinary crossbows can't do much damage. Go and prepare, and give him a big blow."

"okay!"

Ruan Mi nodded.

"The power of words? How rare!"

Meng Zhao looked at Zhang Rushang and quickly determined Zhang Rushang's divine power. Zhang Rushang did not deny it. Ruan Mi ran to the side, took out a handful of magic pills from somewhere, and kept putting them into the crossbow in his hand.

"Let's take action together!"

Xiahou Song spoke, and Zhang Rushang nodded slightly. The two of them rushed towards Meng Zhao from the left and right. Seeing this, Meng Zhao directly raised the Shura Sword and attacked them. Eight swords came in front of Meng Zhao first. Meng Zhao dodged to the side and avoided the swords. Then he quickly stabbed out with a sword and directly cut off the silk threads wrapped around the swords.

Before Meng Zhao could cut all the threads, Xiahou Song quickly retracted his sword. Meng Zhao looked up and saw Zhang Rushan falling from the sky. He slashed the ground with his sword. There was a loud bang. Meng Zhao immediately turned around and stabbed with his sword. Seeing this, Zhang Rushan recited again: "Hard!"

In an instant, Zhang Rushan's body was wrapped in a thick layer of gold and silver. Meng Zhao's sword fell, just like chopping on steel, with a "clang" sound. Zhang Rushan's defense increased greatly, thinking that he could withstand Meng Zhao's attack, but unfortunately Meng Zhao would not let him do it so easily. The blood-red long sword instantly rushed out a soul-stirring murderous aura, which instantly attached to Zhang Rushan's back. Zhang Rushan just wanted to turn around to avoid it, but was eroded by this murderous aura. Meng Zhao chopped down with his sword again, and a blood-red sword mark appeared on Zhang Rushan's chest, and blood flowed out of Zhang Rushan's chest. "Get out of the way!"

Ruan Mi on the side set up a crossbow cannon, and a powerful demonic power continued to condense from the muzzle of the crossbow cannon. He looked at Zhang Rushang and reminded him.

Zhang Rushan endured the pain in his chest and immediately retreated backwards. Just as Meng Zhao was about to chase him, he was entangled by Xiahou Song's silk thread. Meng Zhao thought to himself, "How entangled!"

"Demon Roar Cannon!"

Then he immediately cut the silk thread, and an extremely hot light rushed out from in front of Meng Zhao. Seeing this, Meng Zhao felt a sense of crisis behind his head. Ruan Mi's attack was comparable to the secret skills of a strong man in the Wulou realm, and it was even more powerful than Bai Zhanghe's previous secret skills.

Meng Zhao did not hesitate. He immediately condensed all the remaining true energy and merged it into the blood-red sword. The sharp sword energy emanated from the sword body!
"Sword of the Rising Sun!"

A blood-red light quickly collided with the Demonic Roar Cannon, and the sound of "boom" continued to ring out. In an instant, two extremely powerful attacks exploded directly, causing extremely serious damage!!!
"Master Meng Zhao, we will remember you this time. You may not be so lucky next time."

The two energies exploded, instantly causing a cloud of dust. After the dust dispersed, Xiahou Song's voice was heard from a distance. The figures of Xiahou Song, Zhang Rushang, and Ruan Mi had long disappeared.

After the battle, the blood-red Shura Sword Evil on Meng Zhao's body disappeared. Meng Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "Oh, it's a good thing I scared them. Otherwise, my internal energy would have been completely exhausted, and I don't know how to fight them!"

Watching them leave, Meng Zhao continued, "Don't let me meet you next time, otherwise, I will make you the nourishment of my Shura Sword Demon!"

Meng Zhao took back the silver sword and walked towards the supply station.

This time there were no more accidents. Xing Lu was recovering from his injuries in the supply station. Meng Zhao walked in and greeted Xing Lu, "Xing Lu."

Xing Lu stopped recovering, and when he saw Meng Zhao coming over, he changed his previous arrogance and saluted with gratitude, saying: "Xing Lu, thank you, Senior Brother Meng Zhao, for saving my life."

"It's not necessary. It's just a simple task."

Meng Zhao didn't care. Not to mention that Xing Lu was a fellow disciple of Jinghu Daoyuan, even if he was not a disciple of Jinghu Daoyuan, Meng Zhao would not hesitate to lend a helping hand to them. Although Meng Zhao's personal ability was limited, if the human race had countless people like Meng Zhao, then the strength of the entire human race would be greatly improved.
Because people are selfish, when they encounter a strong enemy, there are many people who stand aside and watch in order to protect their own interests. What's more, there are many people in the human race who, in order to become stronger, exchange information about the human race for the demon race and obtain powerful elixirs, magical powers, and weapons from the demon race.
"It may be a small thing for you, but it is a blessing for me."

As she spoke, Xing Lu, who was so proud, was about to kneel down to express her gratitude. Meng Zhao had a headache, so he helped her up, comforted her with a few words, and then walked into the hall for redeeming points.

(End of this chapter)