Chapter 662 He Is a Master!

[Operation ended, perfect tactics]

[Node settlement, fantasy +5, reputation +9]

[Collection being drawn...]

[You have obtained an oil-paper bag (blue)]

[Your ability to easily kill many heroes is shocking, but your ruthless style of not holding back has also made you a demon in the eyes of the people of the world, reputation +3, prosperity +3]

Name: Oil-paper bag

Category: Multi-dimensional Wonderful Item

Quality: Blue Excellent

Effect: Once a day, when something is damaged, invalid, deteriorated, or has lost its proper function, open the oil-paper bag and take out a brand new identical thing.

Note: Germany is the world's number one in rigor!

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After killing hundreds of people who came to besiege the world in the night, Feng Xue returned to the node interface again. Looking at the collection dropped this time, his expression became subtle.

Is this thing useful?

Obviously, it is. In fact, if it were in another world, it would not be an exaggeration to say that this thing is a divine weapon, and judging from the description of "lesions", even body organs can be taken out.

But the problem is, this is an architect's world!

If I need something, can't I just think of one myself?

But then, Feng Xue realized that this thing, from a certain perspective, is a more flexible "one more time". It can directly copy the abilities of consumables that can be used once per round or even only once!

It's a pity that there are no good collections this time, and I can only get a glass lamp x 2.

"First, the Beggars' Sect, then the heroes of the rivers and lakes, what's next? The six major sects? The Demon Sect? The Holy Land of Martial Arts?"

Based on his experience in previous martial arts novels, Feng Xue imagined what kind of enemies he would encounter next, while reaching out to point to the next dangerous enemy, but...

[Today's action power has been exhausted, do you want to end today? 】

"Huh? How come occupying a city depends on action power?"

Feng Xue glanced at the empty disc in the upper right corner and couldn't help but want to complain, but then he realized that it was action power, but it was actually "time". Normally, there are only two actions in the morning and afternoon every day. He has the characteristics of a city that never sleeps, so he has an additional night action.

"So, the meaning of spending more decision points is to help shorten the war time? For example, let the residents in the city help me beat the Beggar Gang disciples and the martial arts heroes, so that I can concentrate on fighting the boss? But the extra consumption of action points itself means that it will take a day, right? Or should it be skipped for two days to make advance preparations?"

Feng Xue thought about trying other options when he conquered Wangjiang City and challenged the next city. At the same time, he clicked on the time wheel. As the background screen was illuminated by the sun again, the disc in the upper right corner was filled again.

[Your attack on Wangjiang City by yourself has attracted much attention. All the major forces in Wangjiang City have begun to urgently mobilize their forces to prepare for the enemy, and a large number of Jianghu scoundrels are trying to get a share of the spoils in this turmoil. ]

[A group of Jianghu people covet the inheritance of Baiyujing. While you are in Wangjiang City, they attack Baiyujing. Do you want to consume 1 action point to return to the city? Yes/No. ]

"Fuck!" Although this is reasonable, Feng Xue still feels speechless. He glanced at the three dangerous enemies and the three points in the upper right corner. If he spends one, he will have to wait until tomorrow to fight the final boss. If he delays for one day, there will definitely be another soldier attacking the city tomorrow.

Now that Baiyujing has integrated the manpower of Shenglong Sword Sect, it should be no problem to face ordinary Jianghu people. At most, it will be like dealing with the attacking beggars before, taking down Wangjiang City first, and then fighting back!

Thinking of this, Feng Xue clicked no again.

So——

[The defense of the city failed, and the people of Jianghu entered Baiyujing. They began to look for the inheritance of Baiyujing everywhere, causing a lot of suffering to the residents in the city, and prosperity -15. ]

"Failed? Sure enough, the people of Jianghu and the dozen or so disciples of the Beggar Gang are not the same concept." Looking at the expected result, Feng Xue took a deep breath and clicked the node...

...

The light of the morning sun penetrated the dark clouds, mixed with the drizzle, sprinkled on the top of the city wall of Wangjiang, dyeing the air with a light golden color. Feng Xue held Mo Ran in one hand and stood on the top of an antique building with flying eaves and brackets. Twenty meters away from him was a middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth gown and a slightly vicissitudes of life.

He held a long sword in his hand, but his steps were slightly relaxed. The whole person stood there, not like a swordsman who was about to attack, but like a sculpture.

After letting go of his perception, Feng Xue immediately caught a lot of sight. Although the battlefield was on the roof, the surroundings were already surrounded by passers-by.

"I didn't expect to see the legendary Sword God!"

"Yes, yes, it is said that he retired to the mountains after killing the Rainbow Sakura Sword Saint, and did not care about worldly affairs, but I never thought that he would come out again for Feng Xue today!"

"Sword God vs. Changsheng Sword, it is worth dying to see this battle!"

...

One by one, the passers-by emperors discussed the battle between Feng Xue and the man in front of them, and Feng Xue also quickly received information.

Although he looked ordinary, the man in front of him seemed to be a king, and he was also the kind of king with a long history in this dreamland.

According to the Passerby Emperor, every time Wangjiang City encountered a disaster, he would stand up. His greatest achievement seemed to be the repulsion of an invader from Hongying led by a man who called himself a sword saint a thousand years ago (about three or four years in reality).

From this perspective, the opponent is indeed a powerful opponent.

Realizing this, Feng Xue's breath suddenly gathered, his mind and spirit were united, and with a wisp of light spots blown by a breeze, the ink in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath!

The ink-colored sword marks cut through the golden rain curtain. At that moment, it seemed that there were three sword lights, slashing at the sword god from different angles at the same time.

"Shua!"

Feng Xue, who was swinging the sword, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. Before his brain could understand, his body completed the reflex first, and avoided an invisible sword light with a large angle bent waist, but at the same time, a stronger breath of death had already burned like a raging fire.

"You'll die!"

Feng Xue, who hadn't felt such a strong sense of crisis for a long time, swung his sword in an extremely awkward posture, and the [Flash Blade] slashed out, accompanied by a harsh metal friction sound. He adjusted his posture abruptly, but when he wanted to swing the sword again, he found that the ink dye in his hand had been cut off half diagonally!

"So strong!" With a thought, the ink dye in his hand recovered again, and the Sword God was standing ten meters away at this time. The only difference from before was that the ordinary long sword in his hand had been unsheathed.

"Come again!"