Guardian Chapter 86: Yin and Yang evil spirit sword of the two worlds

"Idiot, is Yangyu something you wait for mortals to have?" The servant's voice from the underworld came from behind Duan Qi'an, squeezing his heart with a squeeze.

"Why...why." Duan Qi'an turned his head stiffly as he stayed, but in the end he didn't see anyone behind him.

A delicate sarcophagus took out from the palm of the respected attendant's hands, and he took the wilting koi into it. The **** hands gently wiped Duan Qi'an's back, the movements were as soft as a Buddha silk scarf.

He put away the sarcophagus, moved slowly, paused, and then squeezed a grinning smile. "The Lord's plan, from the demon market to the gambling house to the sword furnace, everything is arranged for the sun. Fish, if it weren't for this underground formation, it would take the blood of the descendants of the Sword Furnace Patriarch to activate. Do you think you can live for so long?"

"Naive." The attendant gave a light bite, and disappeared in a flash.

Duan Qi'an hung his last breath, only the burnt giant sword in the yin and yang chaos in his eyes.

"A raise for the swordsmith, ah, ah, ah." Duan Qi'an didn't have the strength to scream, vomiting blood blisters in his mouth, supporting his arms with difficulty, supporting and turning, and crawling towards the stove.

Printed with a fiery red light, the expression on his face was unprecedentedly calm.

He stared at the giant sword with his head up and stretched out his hand, "Soul Eater, where are you, where is my resentful spirit, is it there yet."

He coughed and coughed, coughed up bleeding flesh, the clear light in his eyes regained his senses, and the corners of his mouth smiled with difficulty, and he muttered: "What **** Lord, what do you know, there is a resentful spirit as a sword spirit, these two The evil spirit of the world must be the existence of Taoism, then, then, hehehe......"

"Hehehe...I want you all to die." Duan Qi'an took a last breath, returned to the light, looked crazy, and threw himself into the stove.

He vaporized physically and disappeared for an instant.

That obsession is weird and unquenchable, erratic in the flames.

He wants to see the birth of the magic soldier with his own eyes.

Otherwise, the obsession will never die.

The obsession is twisted in the flame, and it seems that there are other obsessions biting this obsession.

This is the obsession of the living people in the furnace.

The two obsessions are constantly entangled and swallowed, and there is a tendency to transform the sword spirit.

At this time, a clear light flew.

It's the soul eater that cuts the soul as a "helper" in the gambling house.

It was clear and bright, buzzing around the fire, as if weeping.

The Soul Eater returned, returned to the master, and brought the resentful spirit he was thinking of.

The resentful spirit was dragged by the sword light package and directly thrown into the stove.

The evil spirit of resentment rose sharply, and the soul-devouring sword was also swallowed into pieces.

The fire suffocated suddenly, seeming to be taken away.

The heaven of the sword furnace.

Without warning, the clouds were overwhelming and thunderous.

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The whole of Kyoto, like the day, shone nine times.

Along with a thicker purple electricity blasting towards the sword furnace.

The sword furnace is mostly gone.

A huge sword entwined with thunder and lightning soared into the sky, penetrated into the sky, and inserted into the ruins of the sword furnace.

It's dark again.

Kyoto.

Several masters.

Woke up.

In the secret room of Fumotang, the old painting holding the magic pestle and riding a tiger riding the wind is alive again.

Slashing the Demon Palace, Feng Bucheng, who is immortal wind bones, fluttering white beard, white clothes wins snow, and three sword boxes on his back, Feng Bucheng stood up abruptly.

Shen Soul Division, cold and gloomy, with a female face, a strong windbreaker, and a hand pinching the wind and fire method, attracting the phantom Jin Fengwei, the male and female male and the fake female face, directly disordered .

There are countless big names with famous names, and they all looked in the direction of the sword furnace.

They.

Unified moved, and then sat down leisurely.

Forging a sword for the king... King An has already done so.

This Dao Sword, who would dare to bludgeon it?

……

The soul-suppressing squad and Chen Feng chasing up to this point are still fighting with the sword furnace disciples outside.

At this time, both parties were horrified by this monstrous Tian Might and subconsciously stopped.

I haven't waited for them to react.

A more domineering resentment directly impacted everyone's sea of ​​knowledge.

This resentment carries a variety of complex negative emotions, making people nauseous, dizzy, nauseous, and crazy.

Those with a low cultivation base were directly mad under the impact of this resentful will.

Some people abandon their swords, others who swallow their swords, and others who pull their tongues around their necks and commit suicide... Anyway, they just don't follow the proper path to death.

Chen Feng said that he was born as a soul master, and his will was already firm.

Not to mention, the body is called the soul song, I have eaten Xiantian Dao pills, drunk soul wine, inhaled rosary beads, washed yellow spring water...

This area of ​​resentment is really not enough for him.

However, the Soul Envoy was not so lucky. Even Cao Guangxiao had a red neck and knelt on one knee, struggling very hard.

Chen Feng upheld the idea that he would not be affected by this resentment when he fell asleep.

Hand up the knife and drop, hand up and down the knife, hand up and down the knife...

Papa Papa's hand knife patted the soul-saver on the back of the neck, knocking everyone out.

"Go to sleep, just fall asleep." Chen Feng hugged Cao Guangxiao's soft body and placed it gently on the ground, his tone was like coaxing a child to eat supper at night-you won't be hungry when you fall asleep.

Chen Feng wiped away his suffocated sweat, and looked around, either dead or half-dead in a coma.

He steadily worked out the Linglong scale, put it in his hand, and walked to the ruined sword furnace.

As a member of the Suppression Department of Soul, you must have the consciousness of stubborn souls when you encounter things that make you feel bad. This is the so-called no matter what the living person is, and the dead person is the last one.

Chen Feng strode forward, and from a distance he saw a broad-leaved giant sword about one foot long and half a foot wide.

The huge sword exudes a strong suffocating aura, as well as the purple aura that swiftly wanders in lightning.

Chen Feng has not yet approached.

The resentment came like a violent wind.

A sharp sword aura came along with it, and the sword aura scattered everywhere.

The level of self-protection stress alone made Chen Feng feel more pressured.

A little blood was scraped out even on his body and face.

Chen Feng was surprised, what the **** was this giant sword, his body and soul could even hurt himself after being heavily blessed by the rewards of the soul?

The Linglong scale is also stressed.

Light as a feather is the first to respond, a white feather floats up, and the light of clear light envelops Chen Feng, forming a protective cover.

If anyone sees this scene.

It will be amazed.

The strong resentment and the raging sword aura are like turning over a river, scouring a stubborn rock.

On both sides of the rock, there are long tails of flames like gushing flames.

Behind this rock, the waves are calm, until far away, is the meeting point where the flame tails converge.

Hey, it can actually compete with Linglong Scale...Chen Feng began to look warm at this giant sword.

I thought to myself, Liuli brags that she is the sword fairy emperor. With this thing, she can chop wood faster.

Chen Feng is getting closer and closer against the "gang wind".

The giant sword buzzed softly, and a burst of sword light rushed out.

Chen Feng took the initiative to act, as if he lifted the mountain to face the sky surging.

The hills of Blackpool rise from the ground.

Boom.

There is a deep pit between the two.

"To convince you." Chen Feng carried Linglong and bullied his step forward, Qingtian struck the sky away.

He carried the Linglong scale like a brick in his hand, and smashed it up according to the sword's edge.

The sparks are flying everywhere, and the impact is amazing.

Chen Feng felt that his hands were numb.

It's not that Linglong's scale can't stand it, it's that Chen Feng is a little bit difficult.

If you can't stand it, you have to stand it.

Chen Feng used Linglong Scale as a brick and used violent methods very crudely.

It's not that he doesn't want to force Ge to play tricks.

Yes.

Faced with a sword.

I won't be able to give the Eleventh Master.