Chapter 290 Sword of the Soul
This three-foot long sheathed sword is neither a legal weapon nor a legal treasure. When I first saw it, I didn’t know what it was, but when the long sword was unsheathed, I didn’t know what it was. In an instant, he suddenly understood that this small sword with a sheath was nothing but the soul!
Use the sword as your soul!
Yan Daoxing felt that he had a new understanding of the possibility of Yuanshen, but he still wanted to take a closer look at how powerful the monks who used swords as Yuanshen were.
Zheng!
There was a roar like a yellow bell, and the unsheathed Yuanshen Sword turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared from its place.
Seeing this scene, the expression of the black-clothed ancestor changed drastically, and the soul black nirvana emerged from his body quickly, protecting the black-clothed ancestor's body within it.
"Su Shenqian! Are you really going to fight me for an evildoer who comes from nowhere?"
I didn't see Su Shenqian, but I remembered his voice out of thin air.
"Ancestor in black, I, a disciple of the Minjiang Sword Sect, cannot be hunted down by anyone, and the same goes for our friends of the Minjiang Sword Sect!" "But
they killed me, the contemporary headmaster of the Black Sect, do I have to kill them too?" You can't swallow your anger!"
"You, the Black Clothes Sect, have been like a monster for the past hundred years and should have been killed long ago. My junior brother and my friends in words, deeds and deeds killed you, the current leader of the Black Clothes Sect, to do justice for heaven and to rectify the world of practice. It's a great good thing. You don't want to thank me for it, but you actually repay the kindness with hatred. You should be killed!"
Oh, this should be the senior brother Qing Niu mentioned, right? It is really more domineering than what he said, but from the perspective of a companion, such a companion can be said to be very reliable.
His words and deeds were bright-eyed and smiling, and he clearly agreed with Su Shenqian's words.
But on the other hand, the black-clothed ancestor was shaking with anger, but it was obvious that there was nothing he could do against Su Shen. Yuanshen also had high and low levels. When his black-clothed ancestor exhausted all his energy, the condensed Yuan Shen was only average. level.
In the later period, Su Shenqian modified another unknown method other than the Minjiang Sword Sect, and condensed the Yuan Shen into the highest quality. The Yuan Shen's sword can fight in the sky and the earth, and there are really few enemies.
The Immortal Master of the Demonic Way, who once entered the realm of Yuanshen for the first time and fought alone against Yuanshen for more than a thousand years, finally gave up peacefully, shocking the cultivation world, and everyone called him the second best in Canghe.
But anyone with a discerning eye knows that Su Shenqian is completely different from Canghe Zhenren. Su Shenqian is a living god of death.
If Master Canghe had not ordered Su Shenqian to cultivate his mind and nature and hone his body at the bottom of the Minjiang River after Su Shenqian fought with the Demonic Immortal Master, would there still be twenty-one Immortal Masters of the Yuanshen level today? , that’s an unknown number.
Naturally, when the black-clothed ancestor faced Su Shenqian, he no longer had the same expression of holding the pearl of wisdom just now, and his expression was extremely solemn. He knew that if he was not careful, he might really become Su Shenqian's escape again. The sword grinding stone is over, he doesn't want to be the one who disappears first among the twenty-one souls!
The black nirvana waved its wings, and the black wind of annihilation turned into a wild mist around its body, completely protecting its soul within it.
But at this moment, invisible sword lights appeared on those Annihilation Black Winds, instantly splitting the protection of those Annihilation Black Winds, and slashed at the original soul of the black-clothed ancestor. There were scars left on the crow's body, causing the black nirvana crow to roar and wail continuously, and the black-clothed ancestor inside the soul also suffered unclear trauma.
Su Shenqian's Soul Sword seems to have some kind of ability to move through the void. Every time the sword is struck, it will immediately hide in the void, making it impossible for the black-clothed ancestor to capture its position and can only passively defend.
"Su Shenqian, I remember you! Sooner or later, ancestor, I will take back the shame of today!" The black-clothed ancestor
finally couldn't bear it anymore, and controlled his own soul to carry the billowing black wind towards the mountain of Shiwan Mountain. Escaped in the direction.
But Su Shenqian obviously wouldn't let him leave so easily.
"Ancestor in black, everyone who has threatened me in this world has paid the price, and you are no exception."
Zheng!
With a cry of contention, he felt a dazzling sword light blooming in front of him. The next second, the right half of the Black Nirvana, the soul of the ancestor in black, was split open in an instant. The right half of the body was destroyed by the sword light. It turned into nothing. At the same time, the black-clothed ancestor in the soul screamed, his right arm was broken at shoulder level, and a large amount of blood sprayed out.
He was severely injured with one sword strike. Su Shenqian's Yuan Shen Sword was definitely more lethal to the Yuan Shen than to the human body. Looking at the black-clothed ancestor's Yuan Shen looking like it was about to collapse, it was obvious that the Yuan Shen was about to collapse. The damage caused to him by the Sword of God is not just what it seems on the surface!
The sword of the soul is extremely terrifying!
This power is simply... it makes me want to give up my current progress and understand the Sword of the Soul.
The sword just now was clearly visible in words and deeds. If Su Shenqian wanted to really kill the black-clothed ancestor, he could definitely do it. However, when he used the sword, he was originally aiming at the black man. Ancestor Yi's critical sword suddenly moved to the right, changing from a beheading to a serious injury.
"Senior Su, may I ask, why didn't you kill the ancestor in black just now?"
"Huh? Can you understand that sword?"
"Junior..."
"Senior and junior, you are my junior brother's friend, so He's my friend. You can call me Su Shenqian. You can call me Su Shengan. You and that boy Qingniu can also call me senior brother." "Okay, then, senior brother, can you tell me why you didn't kill that person just now
? With one sword strike, he changed the direction and moved three inches to the right?" "
It seems that you really understood that sword strike. That boy Qingniu told me that your swordsmanship is extraordinary. I thought it was him. Level, now it seems that you are much better than that kid... Okay, this is not what I am saying here, you come with me, I will take you back to Minjiang!" The words fell and he didn't wait for a word
. As Dao Xing spoke, Su Shenqian's Yuan Shen Sword was returned to its sheath. It turned into a sword light and rolled up Yan Daoxing's body. It instantly broke through the void and disappeared into the air. Soon Yan Daoxing discovered that he had returned directly to the Minjiang River. Within the Sword Sect, the Sword of the Soul, which had been returned to its sheath, rested in the hands of a young Taoist with long hair and shabby Taoist robes, and disappeared in his palm.
Obviously, this slovenly Taoist who looked rather lazy was the one who beat the black-clothed ancestor like a dog, Su Shen.
A ray of sword light fell from mid-air, and Jiao Ming appeared in front of Yan Daoxing. He smiled and said to Yan Daoxing: "Dao Xing, have you met my senior brother? How is it? Is he very strong?" "He is indeed very strong, Yuanshen
. The sword is rare in the world!"
Today I have a cold and a fever, and I can't stand it any longer. That's all I wrote in one night. I'll make up for it later. Good night everyone, I'm going to bed.
(End of chapter)