Hidden Blade Chapter 209: This is how it works

Xu Han is quite sure that this change was caused by the blood element that had already been injected into his body. It's just that he couldn't be sure whether all of this was an illusion or something that happened in reality.

In fact, no matter whether everything in front of him is an illusion or a real thing, Xu Han can't do anything. He tried to shout at the people, but they didn't pay attention to him at all, and his voice couldn't be real. The spread reached their ears.

On the contrary, the blood element that ran away in his body seemed to have a mysterious connection with its real owner, Xing Tianjian. At that time, it began to strengthen and spread, and it tried to infect Xu Han's body. .

At least Xu Han can be sure that this incident is real and is happening. If the blood element is allowed to continue like this, Xu Han will probably be completely swallowed by the power of Xing Tianjian left in his body within an hour.

He didn't care whether the scene in front of him was really illusion. He began to mobilize the power in his body to try to stop the rioting blood element, but the sword intent of the sky hunter was like an worm under the power of the blood element. It was like a tree shaking, and couldn't stop the blood element from advancing at all, just a slight contact and it fell apart in an instant.

Xu Han's face sinking when he felt this situation, he suddenly realized that perhaps everything that happened before his eyes was indeed a real thing, otherwise he could not explain that the blood element that had been dormant for a long time would be at this moment. riot. But this kind of comprehension did not help Xu Han's situation at this moment. He frowned and thought hard about how to solve his immediate predicament.

His sword intent cannot compete with this blood element. Once the demon power of his right arm is used, no matter whether he can stop the blood element, it will definitely bring him even greater harm. The solution is obviously not the right way to solve this matter. Then the only thing he can rely on now is the starlight left by the watcher!

When thinking about this, Xu Han didn't hesitate for a while.

He knows very well that this is his only choice.

If the starlight is spiritual, when Xu Han's mind moves, it suddenly gushes out of Xu Han's internal organs and turns into a bright light in Xu Han's chest.

Xu Han's eyebrows sank, and he said softly: "Go!"

As soon as the sound fell, the starlight suddenly rushed to the wanton place in Xu Han's body.

Boom!

A loud bang exploded in Xu Han's body at that time, Xu Han's body shook, and his head went blank for a while.

His face became pale again immediately, and even a splash of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The power of the starlight is really majestic, able to restrain this blood element to a great extent, but at this moment his body has become the battlefield of these two powerful forces. Although the starlight has restrained the blood element, both The aftermath of the collision continued to destroy Xu Han's internal organs.

Thinking of Xu Han here, a bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Could God kill me?

He said to himself, but he began to think about how to break the game again.

The thought arose, and Xu Han's expression became weird. He remembered the copy of "The Great Dragon Elephant Seal" that he had just read.

Neither the power of the stars, nor the blood element injected by Xing Tianjian into his body, are not the two incompatible forces described in "The Great Dragon Elephant Seal"?

Thinking that Xu Han didn’t hesitate for a while, he started to urge his "Dragon Elephant Seal" according to the method he wrote down before, and at the same time he sealed his hands, constantly changing, bringing the power of the starlight The force generated by the collision with the power of the blood element urges it to be poured into one's own body, thereby tempering the body.

What I have to say is that the method driven by "The Great Dragon Elephant Seal" and the handprints used in conjunction with it are indeed very suitable for the physical practice. His attainments on this point are far beyond the "Asura Art". Driven by the Famen, the power generated by the collision between the starlight and the blood element began to flow into Xu Han's body. At that time, he could clearly feel that his body cultivation was improving at a rapid rate.

"It's you!!!" But when Xu Han was enjoying the pleasure of this physical transformation, there was an exclamation in his ear.

Xu Han was taken aback for a moment. He looked up and found that the person who made this exclamation was the fairy in white in the illusion inspired by the blood element.

......

Si blank space began to tremble, and began to tremble involuntarily.

He stared at the figure holding Xing Tianjian, his eyes widened, and at this moment he seemed to have seen the most incredible scene in the world.

"Aren't you... dead..."

Si Baikong asked, the vibrato in his tone revealed the surging inside him at this moment. It lost the manners of the Great Zhou State Master, but also lost the immortal's mighty tolerance.

The figure dressed in red lightly mentioned that the Xingtian sword was held in his hand by him at that time. He smiled slightly, looked at the white robe immortal calmly, and said: "Of course I die. No, can't you see it?"

Si blank space was stunned again when he heard the words. He seemed to have thought of something. He stared at the figure and said in a deep voice at that time: "Lingpo?"

"Zhong is dull, and it is difficult for him to reach the realm of immortals in his life, but fortunately, he cultivated his true spirit into a sword spirit and placed it in Yueming's body. Only then did he have the fate of seeing his uncle goodbye today." Zhong Changhen said with a smile, but the sword intent around his body surged out at that time, wrapping his body in it.

Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism, all things have animism.

Man has its spirit, and sword has its spirit.

When a sword repairer's understanding of kendo reaches a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, he can cultivate a sword spirit, fully integrate his own way with the sword way, and give birth to a sword spirit that can be integrated with the sword. . This can almost be regarded as the greatest achievement of a sword repairman apart from climbing outside the immortal territory, of course, in fact, many of the great abilities of the fairyland are far from being able to do this.

"Do you think you can kill me with a small sword spirit?" Si Bailan's complexion became so gloomy, he stared at Zhong Changhen and said solemnly: "You were not my opponent when you went all out. There is only one soul left, what can I do? If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

Si Baikong said this, his white clothes also stirred up at that time, black sword intent surging inside him, nine ferocious black water dragons stuck out their heads behind his back again, and looked at Zhong Chang with their teeth and claws. hatred.

Huh!

A cold snort was spit out in Si Bai's mouth, and the nine black dragons moved in response, whistling and killing Zhong Changhen.

How powerful is the black dragon called by the power of the fairy? When the whistling away, the wind and black air that rolled up can be described as covering the sky and the sun. The aftermath alone made the surrounding armored men sway, and many people with weaker cultivation bases turned pale, directly Fell to the ground.

But Zhong Changhen, who was at the center of the nine-headed flood dragon's attack, didn't have the slightest color on his face. With a swing of his sword, Xing Tianjian's sword aroused a dazzling blood, and he deceived him, wherever he passed, **** sword shadows lingered, turning into a sword shadow barrier around him.

The seemingly aggressive black flood dragon was like a ruin before the sword shadow barrier, and it was broken into pieces by those **** sword shadows, and couldn't get into Zhong Changhen's body for half an inch.

Zhong Changhen, who had obtained such a result, did not stop. He straightened forward, stabbing the long sword in his hand, and took the face of the fairy in white.

Seeing that his offensive was cracked so easily by Zhong Changhen, that blank face was naturally hard to see the extreme.

He finally understood Song Yueming, or what Zhong Changhen was relying on.

He drove the original power of Xingtian Sword. Although he could not understand how the sword spirit, who had not reached the fairyland by Zhong Changhen, did this, the facts were really placed in front of him. .

But he is the **** of immortals after all. Naturally, he doesn’t have this ability only. At that time, his complexion was cold, one hand suddenly stretched out, and the space where his palm touched suddenly became irregularly twisted. His palm stretched into that twisted space,

Then he yanked, and a dark long sword was easily pulled out of the twisted space by him at that time.

The sword body of the long sword he was holding shook, and the black energy and dragons all over the sky began to rush towards the black sword like an edict, turning into a sword-intent general that seemed to have substance. The black sword is wrapped in it.

Clang!

Then he mentioned his sword and greeted the Xingtian Sword in Zhong Changhen's hands.

The two collided, and under the dragon platform, a huge golden ming sound burst out, and then the blood and black energy in the sky continued to collide where the two swords met, stirring up winds. But for a time, no one can completely defeat anyone.

......

Ning Zhumang's complexion changed when he saw this situation, and the joy of reunion after a long absence was fleeting in his heart.

He saw it very clearly. In such a confrontation, Zhong Changhen's spirit body was becoming blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye. The price of his urging Xing Tianjian was his spirit itself!

But Ning Zhumang still can’t make a move, because he knows he only has one chance and he can’t fail. He can only watch the long-lost deceased slowly walking towards death again. This feeling is not pleasant, his heart is like The sharp pain of being torn apart, but it was also the sharp pain that made him firmer and firmer in certain determinations in his heart.

Compared with Ning Zhumang, whose surprise and sorrow are concentrated on her face, the look on Song Yueming's face is much more indifferent.

He has done everything he promised, but can this really defeat Si blank?

He stared at the red figure that was constantly being swallowed under the black sword intent, and his expression turned gloomy.

......

Rainy night.

A rainy night with heavy rain pouring down.

It wets the peak of Chongju, as well as the clothes and bun of the boy.

"Uncle Master!" His face was soaked with rain, his eyes were round, and there was panic inside. He stepped back a few steps, as if standing in front of him was an evil spirit.

"This is the only way!" The same drenched old man in red took a step at that time. He grabbed the boy's shoulders with both hands. He exhausted all his energy to the point that the shoulders spread. The coming pain almost caused the boy to faint.

"There must be other ways! I can, I can definitely kill Zhu Longqi, so that Elder Sikong can't do it..." The young man shook his head desperately, with an unsatisfactory cry in his tone.

"You can't do it." The tone of the old man in red was extremely calm, so calm that people couldn't deny what he said. They all knew that this was a fact. "Si Baikong is far stronger than you think. There is a force in him that I can't describe. He has entered the magical way like my master!"

"Kill me, and my sword spirit will stay in your body. You have to live, gain his trust, and then get the Xingtian Sword. Only by relying on this ancient monster can we be able to defeat him!"

"But..." The young man still hesitated, if he could, he would rather die than do such a thing.

"No, but! You are a disciple of Linglong Pavilion, you have to take on this responsibility!" The old man said loudly, with an incontrovertible solemnity in his tone. It was not a request, but an order.

The drenched boy's body began to tremble. He looked at the old man in red and felt the determination in the old man's eyes. His eyes gradually softened in such determination, and finally turned into something like it.

He stood up and was silent for a few breaths again. At this time, there were rapid footsteps in the courtyard.

He knew that time was running out, so he bowed deeply to the old man and said: "The disciple takes the command."

So, that day, it was no longer just Zhong Changhen, who was known as the Dayan Sword Immortal, who died.

And that stubborn boy...

......

Song Yueming stood up and looked at the red figure.

He didn't hesitate too much. A purple robe stirred at that time, and his body suddenly came forward to the red figure. He stretched out his hand and also held the hilt of the Xingtian sword.

The terrible power gushes out from Xingtian Sword, blood-red poisonous snakes form from the hilt of the sword, circling around Song Yueming's arm.

The true essence of Song Yueming's Great Development Realm was swallowed frantically by the poisonous snake with a whale-swallowing force, and the blood shining from the Xingtian Sword became more and more violent because of Song Yueming's joining, unexpectedly faintly again. Suppress the dark trend of Shisi blank.

"Yueming!" Zhong Changhen turned his head to look at the boy beside him, his eyes filled with horror and worry.

The name of Xingtianjian’s fierce sword is definitely not a false statement. It is a sharp weapon, but it is also a fierce soldier that devours the master. While urging this sword to injure the enemy, it will also devour the repair of the urging person. For and vitality.

Zhong Changhen is a dead person, unless he can enter a place with majestic sword intent like the Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum, it is only a matter of time before his dissipation.

What can be done for the fragmented Linglong Pavilion with such a remnant body, Yu Zhong Changhen seems to be a bargain, but Song Yueming is different. He has a great life, a great future, and he is close to It is not a wise move for the dead sect to give his life. What's more, he has done enough and good enough.

"Uncle Shi..." just faced Zhong Changhen's astonishment. Song Yueming, dressed in purple robe, had an extremely calm tone. He didn't even glance at Zhong Changhen's side. He said in an almost greeting tone: "Do you know what Song's biggest regret is?"

"Huh?" Zhong Changhen obviously didn't expect to get a question like Song Yueming, so he couldn't help being taken aback.

But at that time Song Yueming turned his head and looked at Zhong Changhen~IndoMTL.com~ A smile suddenly appeared on the boy's face. The smile was so brilliant, like a star: "That rainy night hasn't had time. Stand side by side with the teachers and uncles."

"Linglong Pavilion is the sect of the teacher's uncle, and it is also the sect of Song."

"Song can also do what you can do. If you have a decision, Song will definitely get a lot of the top half."

After saying this, Song Yueming's body was full of vigor, and he poured all the vitality and true essence in the body into the Xingtian sword, so the blood light was a little more bright, and then completely suppressed the Si blank place. The black gas that was inspired.

Hearing this, Zhong Changhen was taken aback at that time, and then he woke up.

"Okay!" He smiled suddenly, "Today, let's give up one more life for Linglong Pavilion!"

After he said this, the sword intent in his body also rushed out at that time, and the blood was hot again, but his body gradually became blurred at that time, and it seemed that it was on the verge of dissipating. , But the smile on his face did not diminish, but intensified...

If you have a son like this, why is the inheritance broken?