Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1410 - 322: Sacrificial Land, Alchemy Sun

"Attack Brother Changmao first!"

Zhao Pusheng shouted, and first wielded his long saber. Double Saber Zhao Pusheng was renowned for his dual sabers around the world.

He held two sabers, one long and one short, the long one for attack, and the short one for swift maneuvers.

Long for offense, short for defense, complenting each other perfectly. Moreover, the two sabers Zhao Pusheng held were rare treasures, nad the Zimou Yuanyang Blades.

The long saber is the child saber, ant for conquering vast lands.

The short one is the mother saber, guarding the ho, one long, one short, balancing attack and defense.

At this mont, Zhao Pusheng was the first to strike, his long saber directly cleaving toward the Purple-haired Old Monster.

At this ti, the Purple-haired Old Monster also reached the front. He was originally chasing Chen Jie, but upon arrival, that little mouse disappeared as usual.

While the Purple-haired Old Monster was puzzled, he suddenly saw another little mouse, drawing out a large saber and hacking toward him. The long saber emitted a golden glow, slashing fiercely at him, this saber was indeed powerful.

A late-stage Saber Saint’s slash was no joke. At this ti, Zhao Pusheng waved his saber, and suddenly, the sky filled with rosy clouds, a huge golden Sword Gang slashed straight down toward the top of the Purple-haired Old Monster’s head.

Die for !

Boom!

The long saber cleaved down with the montum of Taishan, fiercely striking the top of the Purple-haired Old Monster’s head, instantly striking right at the center.

A loud bang sounded, the earth shook, the sun and moon lost their light.

The blow left the Purple-haired Old Monster dazed.

Even more bewildered was Zhao Pusheng. At this mont, Zhao Pusheng had a bewildered look on his face, what’s happening here?

My saber strike!

Zhao Pusheng’s eyes widened, a face full of disbelief, because this strike, capable of splitting rocks, surprisingly had no effect, even when it struck the Purple-haired Old Monster’s head, it failed to break his flesh body’s defense.

Instead, it plowed a seam right down the middle of his head, giving our Purple-haired Old Monster a middle-part hairstyle.

The Purple-haired Old Monster, hit by the strike, was sowhat dumbfounded, his head buzzing.

This little mouse’s strength is quite sothing, as he slowly focused his scarlet eyes, finally sharpening them, locking onto Zhao Pusheng.

He saw Zhao Pusheng’s bewildered expression.

Roar!

The Purple-haired Old Monster roared in anger, pouncing directly at Zhao Pusheng. Zhao Pusheng, seeing the Purple-haired Old Monster rushing in, was dazed. At this ti, he roared, and his left hand with the mother saber stabbed directly toward the Purple-haired Old Monster.

Clang!

A tallic clash was heard, Zhao Pusheng found that his saber failed to injure the Purple-haired Old Monster, his heart filled with shock.

"Vajra Indestructible!"

And at this ti, the Purple-haired Old Monster had already reached the front, swinging his claw, directly slapping toward Zhao Pusheng. Zhao Pusheng then called back the child saber to block the Purple-haired Old Monster’s claw.

Imdiately, a loud bang was heard.

Zhao Pusheng was directly blasted away.

With a bang, he crashed hard into the ground, creating a large pit upon impact.

"Such imnse power!"

Zhao Pusheng, now half-kneeling on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, his face full of astonishnt: "What exactly is this monster!"

Thinking this, the Purple-haired Old Monster turned around foolishly, revealing that his once mighty visage had completely changed. His neat head, with handso purple fur,

now had a crevice, creating a bizarre hairstyle.

[Daqian-style Middle Part]

Looking at this strange hairstyle, it was originally a very funny matter, yet at this mont, no one could laugh, for this monster was too formidable.

Zhao Pusheng’s saber technique was no joke, and the title Little Blade Saint was not for nothing. Among these people, only Zhao Pusheng’s offensive power was the strongest, yet his saber failed to affect the monster, this was simply unbelievable!

Everyone thought this way, and at this ti, the Purple-haired Old Monster also ca to his senses, moving his head, then locked onto Zhao Pusheng. Without any nonsense, he dashed straight over, roaring, raising a claw to strike down.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Pusheng was greatly alard, his entire being leaping from the spot.

Then imdiately executed his Cultivation Technique to swiftly evade the Purple-haired Old Monster’s attack.

While shouting angrily: "Don’t just stand there, help !"

These words brought everyone back to their senses, Tigercrest Lord suddenly leapt forward, instantly manifesting a terrifying striped tiger behind him.

At this mont, the tiger roared at the Purple-haired Old Monster: "Roar~"

The sound echoed through the fields, reverberating through the mountains and forests, the entire forest filled with rustling, appearing incredibly mighty.

The tiger, as the king of beasts, even had the tiger’s might assisting, Tigercrest Lord’s roar would make even a Molten Furnace Realm expert shiver in fear, unable to control themselves, freezing in place.

Because this roar directly affected the soul, ordinary people could hardly resist.

Yet this ti, Tigercrest Lord hit an iron wall, as the Purple-haired Old Monster had no soul to begin with. To him, Tigercrest Lord’s roar was probably like breaking wind.

At this ti, Tigercrest Lord poised himself, let out a mighty roar, his mouth in a tiger’s roar, with eyes full of tiger might!

Majestic and imposing, filled with killing intent, but all that allure was wasted on a blind man. The Purple-haired Old Monster didn’t care if you’re a tiger or a crawling creature; upon seeing a mouse open its mouth wide to roar at him, the loud voice confused him.