Qi Cong and Qi Dakou are one and the same. If I have to say it, Qi Dakou is like Qi Cong without a cage of good and evil. There are no taboos, and the swordsmanship is the taboo itself.

After becoming a Taoist of the Sword Dao, Qi Dakou already had the strength to fight the true gods in a short period of time. His only weakness was his physical body, but this was a limitation of the skills of the Tuotian Holy Spirit Monument and had nothing to do with itself.

Therefore, Qi Dakou went against the grain and completely gave up the sword in his hand. Instead, he merged the human sword into one and became the sword warrior in the "Heaven-Slaying Saber Bandit".

'True gods can't even enter the realm, let alone directly intervene in the depths of the human realm. I've always been curious about how they managed to subdue the power of catastrophe, so that's it.'

The flying carriage was empty, without a driver, and the appearance of the horses was even weirder, like the incarnation of a nightmare, with the fire of hell burning in its mane, and the horse's hooves were cracked, like weights wrapped in human flesh, stepping on it in the darkness, making a sound.

There was a sound similar to that of chopping meat. Some of the heretics who came over were aroused by the sound and retreated in fear.

The carriage itself is also very strange, as if it is wrapped in a black cloth film, and no light can penetrate into it.

This inexplicably reminded Qi Dakou of Qiye Zhenren's night curtain, which was a method that could even wrap up four dragon veins.

And the aura of this strange horse also seemed a bit familiar to him, like 'Dafu', a monster born under the lungs of the earth and in the world of lawlessness.

There were a hundred of these strange horses in total, and they quickly disappeared into the darkness, but they did not notice the fleeting shadow of a knife behind them.

'The way of heaven is the way of heaven, and the way of humanity is the way of humanity. The two cannot be compatible, but it is not without some tricks, such as the ancient divine magic 'Holy Spirit Tablet' or the strange group of horses in front of us.'

Qi Dakou suspected that the true god controlled the entire heretic race through some means and used them to search for the power of the catastrophe.

Sure enough, half an hour later, an extremely huge heretic storm spread across the sky, but the storm was not blown by wind, but by all kinds of strange heretic creatures, including strange snakes with dozens of arms, human figures made of eyes, and

Or a headless woman hanging upside down.

For a moment, boundless thoughts poured into Qi Dakou's mind like a tide. Weird whispers, crazy shouts, and hysterical spiritual senses surged, one wave after another. Any warrior here would go crazy without exception.

Except for Qi Dakou, he is not a human being, he is a sword!

A knife of madness that I can barely control!

The black tide wraps around all the senses and extends upward, but another red tide falls from the sky. If the black tide is the raving thoughts of countless heretic beings, then the red tide is a person's madness, and the form of action is a knife!

The bloody wave is actually countless bloody sword lights.

The two waves collided together. Although the black tide was boundless and raging wildly, as long as the bloody light passed by, it would be dispersed.

Every soldier's actions lead to chaos internally and bandits externally - "Zuo Zhuan: The Seventh Year of Duke Wen"

'My sword, my people, and my thoughts are like an extraterrestrial gangster, charging into the pass without a blade of grass growing in his path. And the more I kill, the stronger my sword is!'

This is also why Qi Dakou was able to be promoted to Taoist by virtue of his status as a master in a short period of time. This is an unimaginable record even in Wendao Tower.

The black tide collapsed, and Qi Dakou saw clearly the ugly true appearance of the heretic creatures, but this time, the nausea and distortion disappeared.

It's not that the twisted and crazy creatures of the heretic disappeared, but that Qi Dakou himself became a part of the heretic creature. Relying on the warrior's sense of "muscles, bones, skin and flesh", Qi Lung knew that his face had not changed at all, his facial features were still the same, and his hands and feet were not the same.

One or two more...

"But, why is it bleeding?"

Qi Dakou said to himself, he stretched out his palms, blood flowed down between his fingers, his bloody hands were constantly bleeding, and it was obvious that the blood did not come from himself.

"Strange, where did this snow come from?"

He sniffed and found that the blood had no smell, but even if it flowed endlessly, it was not a lot, just a ticking kind. To use a metaphor, it was like just killing someone, and the blood flowed down the handle of the knife to the palm, and then

Fall along the palm of your hand.

However, he quickly gave up on his own research and looked around. Those strange horses led the carriage into the center of the storm. The increasingly intense crazy thoughts did not seem to have the slightest impact on these strange horses. Instead, as the horses' hooves trampled, the sky was filled with waves.

A purple circle of light flashed, and within the circle, the movement of all outsiders slowed down.

Then in the next moment, a suction force suddenly came from inside the carriage, and these outsiders were sucked into the carriage one after another.

'So that's how it works.'

The next moment, Qi Dakou rushed into the battlefield. Taking advantage of the narrowing of the purple aperture, he turned his wrist and a blood-colored knife shadow passed through the carriage. The carriage and horse were not damaged, but the sedan's mouth sucked the light of the knife into it, and at the same time, a burst of night

The curtain swept across.

'In every sedan chair, there is hidden the true divine thought of Qiye Zhenren?'

Qi Dakou held the sword in his backhand and drew it out from the void. After a long stalemate, the bloody sword light tore through the darkness, while Qi Dakou's body also retreated thousands of feet.

'The attraction of the carriage is stronger than the light of my sword?'

Qi Dakou walked up and down. Although he used his unpredictable sword skills to blow away a few unmanned carriages, in most cases, the sword light was absorbed by the carriages.

'The power of my human sword technique is equivalent to that of the lantern of the Thirteenth Sword. I'm afraid it needs to be improved before I can completely kill the opponent.'

'But even in Wen Dao Pavilion, the fifth floor is the limit of his sword skills. If he goes up any higher, he won't be able to do it in a short time.'

'But if it is a temporary improvement, it may not be impossible.'

Seeing that the tens of thousands of carriages were almost sucking up the heretic storm, Qi Dakou closed his eyes and saw two more things in his hands, the candle dragon palm and the withered lotus. The blood in the palm rolled upwards like a spirit, wrapping the two.

A powerful force began to pour into the blade from the palm.

Bandits are invaders, and it is not necessary to occupy them if they invade them.

'It's really weird that you can actually do it?'

Qi Dakou, who had new abilities, raised his eyebrows, but he had no other ideas. Finding the mystery of his origin was the main body's task, not his own.

After absorbing part of the power of Jiuyou and Seven Injuries, Qi Dakou drew his sword again. This time, a blood tide overflowed from the void and covered the sky. After three breaths, the sky cracked.

After the illusion of the swordsman disappeared, at least a hundred carriages disintegrated, and the carriages and horses were torn apart, and they were frozen in mid-air, like insects in amber.

The devoured heretic creatures crawled out of the darkness one by one, like densely packed reptiles, going crazy in the spiritual realm.

"Ready to eat, Fatty."
Chapter completed!