The sword energy as sharp as a blade was raging in the area, blowing on Zhou Yi's clothes, making them rustle, making him look particularly elegant.
In a moment, the thirteen soul-stealing swords flowed like a rushing river, entwined and twisted in an instant, and countless sword beams burst out in the sky. The cold murderous intent that was almost condensed into substance continued to condense in the air, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world!
Thirteen deadly swords, every sword is deadly!
Every time the soul-stealing sword thrusts out, it is like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, making it impossible to defend against. When he retracts the move, it is as majestic and domineering as a long river and a big sun. When he strikes out again, it is like a lonely ghost appearing.
The Thirteen Deadly Swords can be described in two words: Weird! Weirdness that makes people unable to guard against.
Buzz!
The sound of the sword became clearer and clearer, creating ripples between heaven and earth.
A long-dormant aura seeped out from the Butterfly Flower in Zhou Yi's horizontal sheath, just like a long-sleeping dragon awakening, carrying endless edge, rushing straight into the sky and stirring the nine heavens.
Zhou Yi looked at the Soul-Snatching Sword right below him calmly, and waved his hand slightly, as if the violent storm attack just now was completely unimportant to him. He said calmly: "Let me see the fourteenth and fifteenth swords you have learned! These mundane sword moves are meaningless to me!"
In an instant, the clear voice spread throughout the venue, and his previous words fell into the ears of the nearby Xiaoxiang Pavilion guards, which were no less than an extremely sharp knife. Their faces immediately became completely gloomy. This guy was too arrogant.
"As you wish!"
There was a hint of sharpness in Duopo's eyes. He was not angry because of Zhou Yi's words, but the fight just now had made him understand an obvious truth. His peerless sword and the first thirteen deadly swords could not hurt Zhou Yi at all. He was just wasting his effort!
With a loud bang, the Soul-Snatching Man stepped forward, and countless sword energies appeared all over his body. In just a short moment, these sword energies filled the area of dozens of feet around him!
A chilling and piercing killing intent spread across the long street, and the audience shuddered. However, many disciples of Xiaoxiang Pavilion had mocking expressions in their eyes. "The Fourteen Deadly Swords are peerless swords that transcend the mundane world. This time, we will definitely teach this man who never gets drunk a lesson!"
"The fact that I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk is enough to make me proud. There are only a handful of people in the world who can make the soul-stealer use this trick."
Hearing the whispers of these Xiaoxiang Pavilion disciples, the faces of the other people who came to watch the battle changed. Obviously, they had also heard of the name of the Fourteen Deadly Swords, and they all looked expectant.
The terrifying aura on Duo Po's body suddenly increased. The terrifying aura that had already made ordinary swordsmen bow down to him suddenly increased several times like a galaxy of lightning. In an instant, there was only Duo Po between heaven and earth!
There is only the Soul-Snatcher and the sword in his hand!
Zhou Yi looked at Duo Po and the sword that was slowly stabbing towards him, and felt an unprecedented pressure rushing towards him like a raging wave.
The Fourteen Deadly Swords, what kind of terrifying swordsmanship is that? Zhou Yi wanted to know, and the Dielianhua in his hand was trembling violently, and he was eager to try it!
The sword flashed and was drawn out!
The moment the sword was drawn, Zhou Yi's aura changed rapidly. His original laziness and casualness disappeared instantly. At this moment, Zhou Yi seemed to have turned into a sword, a true divine sword with a sword energy that spanned thirty thousand miles and a sword light that chilled the nineteen continents.
This time, Zhou Yi will use Xie Xiaofeng's sword to face this fateful duel!
Finally, the deadly fourteenth sword was swung out!
The soul-stealing sword is slow, very slow, unusually slow!
But although it was very slow, the sword style was still changing. Suddenly, a sword was swung out, without any purpose or pattern. However, this sword was like the finishing touch of Wu Daozi's painting. Although it was empty, it was the hub of all changes!
Then he stabbed out his fourteenth sword!
The entire long street was filled with heavy sword energy and murderous aura, just like a sky covered with dark clouds. But as the sword was thrust out, the dark clouds in the sky were suddenly pushed aside, revealing the sun.
It was not the warm and gentle sunshine, but the blazing sun that melted gold and melted stone, and the blood-red sunset! When the sword was thrust out, all the changes had really come to an end. It was like the flowing water that had already reached the end, and now it was like it had completely dried up. His strength was also about to be exhausted!
All the beauty in the world was wiped out by this sword, and everything in the world fell into endless silence!
clang...
At the moment when the soul-stealing sword light appeared, a crisp sword sound came from the distant void.
Whether it was Murong Chunqiu on the Songhe Tower or the Four Swords of Xiaoxiang guarding in the distance, their eyes were all fixed, staring straight at the void in the distance, only to see a dazzling and cold sword light bursting out from the void, causing great eye-pain.
The white sword energy spanned the entire world, with majestic momentum and power, as if it was as boundless as the ocean, pressing down from the sky, and the entire world was filled with the shrill sound of swords.
From afar, it seemed as if tens of millions of sword energies were tearing through the sky above Suzhou City. Sword energy was everywhere. Although Zhou Yi's figure could not be seen, the area within a hundred feet was filled with sword energy.
This scene deeply shocked everyone present. Gradually, people with sharp eyes could vaguely see that in the white sword energy, balls of flames were slowly rising.
This is sword fire, a flame completely condensed from sword energy.
In an instant, these clusters of sword fire spread like wildfire, sweeping across the entire sky.
Murong Yanran stood on the street and looked up, she felt a raging fire descending from the end of the sky into the world.
“Is this the destruction of heaven and earth?”
Among the thousands of sword energies, Zhou Yi's figure slowly appeared, and then the Butterfly Flower in his hand stabbed out extremely slowly.
At this moment, an indescribable oppression emerged from the Butterfly Love Flower. At the moment when the two peerless sword energies collided, thousands of rays of light burst out from the sky, as if outlining the entire sky, and the overwhelming sword energy fell from the sky. The swords fought more and more fiercely, and the cold and murderous sword winds spread all over the long street!
Gradually, the wind on the long street became stronger and stronger, and dust flew all over the sky. Lightning flashed in the sky from time to time. The sky and the earth were bright and dark. It seemed that some incredible existence was responding to the call from afar in the sky.
Zhou Yi, feeling the existence of the sword world, now had his fighting spirit swelled to an unprecedented peak. His sword became sharper and sharper, and he couldn't help but let out a low roar.
"Almost, just a little bit!"
call!
At this moment, the Soul-Snatching Sword Style, which had just completed the fourteenth sword, suddenly stopped, ceased all movements, and stood quietly in mid-air, looking at Zhou Yi from afar, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Zhou Yi had no time to retract his sword style, and the mighty sword energy descended upon the earth, almost overwhelming the soul-stealing demon who had stopped and withdrawn his attack, and the only outcome would be death under his sword!
Zhou Yi widened his eyes in horror, looking at the figure of Duo Po slowly falling in the distance, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he muttered a few silent words.
I am not a soul-stealer! (To be continued)