Just as he was about to fight with the new battlefield spirits, a side mission suddenly appeared. According to his past experience, Jun Changxiao judged that it might be related to the former.
As expected.
The mission was related to the battlefield spirits, and they had to be destroyed.
However!
There were additional conditions.
The battlefield spirits that appeared had to be dealt with by the host alone, and the time limit was ten minutes.
In other words, this was not only a time-limited mission, but it also required Jun Changxiao to solve it personally. The upper echelons and disciples of the Sect of All Times were not allowed to participate!
"F * ck."
Jun Changxiao kept the modified vacuum cleaner and ordered the disciples to retreat, facing the ten thousand battlefield spirits alone.
"Alone?"
"So cruel?"
All the martial artists widened their eyes.
With so many battlefield spirits, the weakest one was at least at the Xuan level. To fight alone, unless that guy …
"Buzz!"
The space trembled slightly.
A pocket-sized knife appeared between Jun Changxiao's fingers out of thin air.
It's coming, it's coming, Hard to Keep the Blade!
Facing so many battlefield spirits and having to deal with them within ten minutes, Jun Changxiao could only use his strongest trump card!
He could see it too.
This mission with a time limit and restrictions was completely forcing him to use an opening talisman.
Since that was the case.
In order to complete the mission and obtain contribution points, he would do as he wished!
The system was speechless: "If you don't use this trump card, do you really think the vacuum cleaner can deal with it?"
"This …" Jun Changxiao was silent.
If the disciples were all at the Sage-level, dozens of them might be able to get rid of them with the vacuum cleaner, but many of them had just entered Wu Huang. If they really fought with ten thousand Xuan Di level, it was hard to say if they could even get close!
So.
Once it was useless, he would still have to unseal Hard to Keep the Blade.
"From the looks of it."
Jun Changxiao comforted himself: "Using an opening talisman is definitely a profit!"
The system complained: "I've never seen the host say that he was at a loss."
"The Patriarch took out the knife again!"
Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji and the others locked their gazes on Hard to Keep the Blade.
They had seen this item before and deeply knew how powerful it was. Seeing it again today, they immediately began to fantasize.
The Purple King frowned. Previously, when they were fighting for the opportunity, this guy had used it once. Then, he had killed over 20,000 cultivators in front of him!
"That saber has appeared!"
The expressions on the faces of many martial artists became interesting.
The memories of the insane slaughter sealed in the depths of his heart instantly surged into his sea of consciousness!
"Gulp!"
"Gulp!"
All of the martial artists who had been fortunate enough to witness Jun Changxiao's crazy slaughter all gulped. Then, they subconsciously retreated far away, obviously worried that they would be accidentally injured!
Although the others didn't know the truth, seeing that everyone had retreated, they followed with stunned expressions.
"Big brother, did Jun Changxiao take out a toy knife?"
"This isn't a toy knife. This is the scythe used by the Grim Reaper in hell!"
"Death God's Scythe?"
"Previously, Jun Changxiao was using it to fight for the opportunity to break out of the ground. He was crazily slaughtering people!"
"Ah?"
When that martial artist heard this, his eyes immediately widened.
The others retreated even faster!
At least half of the tens of thousands of martial artists present did not witness what had happened earlier, but they had all heard about it. In particular, they knew that Jun Changxiao had a weapon that could kill people like chopping vegetables!
It turned out that this was the weapon that had slaughtered tens of thousands of people!
But it was too small!
"Swoosh!"
Just as everyone was questioning, Jun Changxiao's fingers were on the hilt of the saber. His spiritual thoughts had already entered the spatial ring, and he pinched an opening talisman.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
The eyes of the tens of thousands of neatly arranged Battlefield Specters flickered as they woke up from their slumber. A powerful wave of air whistled out.
Although these low-level creatures created by the Upper Realm were powerful, they did not know how to use their aura. Otherwise, if they were real powerhouses, their aura alone would be able to intimidate half of the sky.
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
The Battlefield Specters drew their weapons, gathered their strength, and charged toward Jun Changxiao.
Even if the tens of thousands of Mystic Earth Level did not release their auras, when they moved together, it could be said that their momentum was great!
When the Martial Artists saw such a valiant scene, their faces changed in shock.
With so many Battlefield Specters and such terrifying strength, the first-tier Martial Artists would only be abused, right?
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
Countless streams of light flew over from high and low altitude. The light of the saber and the light of the sword converged, instantly producing a gorgeous luster.
Jun Changxiao stood proudly.
The camera panned to his back, and he looked like he was holding back ten thousand men!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh — — —"
Before the Battlefield Specters could attack, the energy waves that erupted rushed over first. Because there were too many of them and they were too dense, the space began to distort.
The expressions of Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, and the others who were standing behind changed slightly.
This kind of power, this kind of aura, even if they had vacuum cleaners, they would not be able to contend against it!
"Bankai!"
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao, who was standing in front, pinched the hilt of his saber with two fingers, bent his body slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Raging Nine Heavens Slash!"
"Clang — — —"
The Hard Blade was unsheathed, and the light suddenly burst out!
The martial artists from various planes found it difficult to open their eyes because of the sudden light. Some even raised their arms to block it.
After the light dissipated, they all focused and opened their eyes while holding their breaths. They saw a five-foot-long, six-inch-wide greatsword appear in Jun Changxiao's hand out of thin air.
Heaven, Earth, Thunder, Wind, Water, Fire, Mountain, Lake.
Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Dui.
On both sides of the sword, there were eight characters engraved on each side, emitting a mysterious power from the east!
It appeared!
The weapon that had slaughtered more than 20,000 martial artists from various planes!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
At this moment, hundreds of Battlefield Specters had already rushed over. They all raised their sabers and swords and slashed, filling the sky with light that tore through space and pressed down.
Jun Changxiao raised his head gently. His black hair was blown away, and his eyes flashed coldly.
Buzz!
Buzz!
All kinds of saber and sword light seemed to be frozen in midair by some kind of power.
"It stopped!"
"What's going on?"
It was not only the saber and sword power that stopped, but also the hundreds of Battlefield Specters rushing over. Although their eyes flashed with a dim light, they were frozen in midair in various flying postures.
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
At this moment, Jun Changxiao flew over with Hard to Withdraw Saber, slashing continuously in the void. Then, the characters of Heaven, Earth, Thunder … and so on appeared, until the last "Dui" character gathered in midair. The sixteen characters suddenly turned into sword light that filled the sky and attacked the frozen Battlefield Specters!
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
Under the impact of the violent power, the armor shattered into pieces.
"Swish swish swish!"
Jun Changxiao did not stop there. Holding Hard to Withdraw Saber, he rushed over again. The sword light flashed in the crowd and then extinguished again, filling the sky with skulls and battle helmets.
The martial artists from various planes stared with their eyes wide open.
In a short time, thousands of Battlefield Specters had been slaughtered, and they were all frozen in midair like weeds, waiting for that guy to harvest!
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
The sword light flashed frequently, and headless armors hung in midair.
"Swish — — —"
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao traveled through space and appeared behind the Battlefield Specters. Hard to Withdraw Saber was in a natural drooping position, and the sixteen characters engraved on the sword flashed with a dazzling light.
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
The binding force that existed in midair dissipated, and the ten thousand Battlefield Specters that had their battle helmets cut off instantly fell down like headless flies.
From the time he attacked to the time he killed them all, it had not even been a minute!
When the martial artists from various planes witnessed this from afar, none of the Battlefield Specters were spared and fell to the ground. Their souls were almost scared out of their wits.
"Everyone."
Jun Changxiao turned his head and said, "You've seen another great show. You didn't lose out this time, right?"
"…"
Everyone's expression changed again and again.
However, after witnessing that guy take out a terrifying weapon and instantly kill ten thousand Mystic Earth-level Battlefield Specters, giving them a few kilograms of ore did not seem to be a loss at all!
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