Divine Brilliance

Chapter 39: The Sorrow of the Spiritual Master

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In the fierce wind, the two sword lights in the air suddenly split into four. Before the ice rain talisman explodes, it penetrates into the talisman.

Just follow the trend of the spiritual energy and make a slight rotation. This will make all four talismans invalid. Everything turned into wisps of icy cold air and dispersed in all directions. Freezing all the surrounding raindrops.

The man in white robe was dismissive and full of confidence. It wasn't until all the ice talismans were broken that I was horrified.

"Are you an innate martial artist? No!"

It's not like he hasn't heard of such methods of breaking talismans. But such a situation should occur at the level of an innate martial artist, or this person's own talisman attainments are several times better than him!

If it's the former, you can easily kill him with a raise of your hands, effortlessly. If it's the latter, this is even more ridiculous! How many talisman techniques can a martial artist who has never reached the level of a secret martial artist master in qi skills? Even if this person is a spiritual and martial artist, it is absolutely impossible!

The next moment, only a small figure was seen coming out of the white ice mist.

The two spiritual talisman effects of Wind Diver and Shadow Stepping, affected by the counter-shock power of the ice talisman, all faded away at this moment, revealing Zong Shou's true figure.

When that delicate and handsome face was reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged man in white, his face, which was already full of astonishment, suddenly fell into a trance again.

"This person seems to be Zong Shou? Is this a substitute or a disguise?"

With no time to think about it, the middle-aged man in white suddenly made a seal with his left hand. The mahogany sword in his right hand made a mysterious arc and cut off all the two white wax lamps.

"No matter where you come from, I, Qi Xiao, will definitely kill you here today! Eagle One, Snake Three, don't come out yet! Protect me!"

Two huge clouds of mist appeared with the sound. Suddenly rushed out from both sides, mixed with the smoke of the soul-fixing incense, they turned into entities one after another, showing animal shapes.

A falcon with a body of two feet soared into the sky, spread its huge wings, and swooped down from the sky.

On the opposite side, there was a huge cobra, spitting out snake letters, blocking the altar. Several pieces of wind armor condensed around him, surrounding him.

Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, but his figure still did not stop even half an inch.

With a flick of his right hand, a pitch black wooden jar in his sleeve was immediately thrown into the air. Just as the falcon began to dive. This inconspicuous black wooden can exploded with a bang.

A ball of silver brilliance flashed inside, and countless silver-white tentacles exploded out like tough iron ropes. Then, like an octopus, it tied up the falcon and wrapped it tightly.

Zong Shou on the ground also took a deep breath, adjusted his thoughts to absolute calmness, and then accelerated again!

Although the physical constitution of his double-veined body is extremely poor, there is one thing that cannot be matched by others. Once the two parallel chakras are temporarily coordinated, the explosive power of the body will be unmatched by anyone in the world!

The Shadow Stepping Sword in his hand was thrown forward suddenly, causing a sharp scream in the air.

Then with his left hand free, with lightning speed, he wrote another blood talisman on the remaining Feng Qian sword.

"Break armor!"

A faint cold light immediately flowed at the tip of the Feng Qian Sword. Zong Shou also felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head, and almost all the remaining soul power was sucked away, making him almost unconscious on the spot.

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply again, forcing himself to gather his energy. The killing intent in Zong Shou's eyes also gathered to the extreme.

The cobra on the opposite side hesitated for a moment, then ducked its head to the side, avoiding the shadow-stepping sword that came through the air.

However, the next moment, a ball of energy under Zong Shou's feet suddenly exploded, pushing his body forward. The speed of running increased by half again in an instant! Behind him, afterimages suddenly appeared.

The tip of the Feng Qian Sword only flashed, and penetrated into those pieces of wind armor from the most incredible place, breaking seven inches of the cobra, and nailed it with one sword!

When the man in white saw this, he sneered.

An ordinary spirit beast would die immediately if it received this sword. But this cobra, before its death, was a fourth-level wind snake. When it was made into a soul beast, it dropped to the second level. However, since then, this beast has no entity anymore, and has inherited some abilities of the fourth-level spirit beast.

Unless you are in the realm of secret martial arts and can damage its soul, ordinary martial arts and swords cannot harm it!

This man's sword is indeed extremely wonderful. Even as a spiritual master, he couldn't help but clap his hands and praise him.

Unfortunately, this guy chose the wrong opponent. Perhaps the next moment, he would be stalked and killed by this wind snake soul beast.

Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man in white robe looked at the silver-white creature in the distance with a body that resembled a slimy beast with great interest. He is quite interested in this thing that can trap his soul beast.

But after only half a breath, the restless expression was replaced by panic. His complexion also turned pale, without any trace of blood.

I saw the thin figure in front of me, and with just a slight shake of the sword, the powerful wind snake soul beast began to collapse and disintegrate, and suddenly appeared to be dissipating!

Then the entire snake body turned into a vortex of smoke and was sucked away by the tip of the Wind Hidden Sword.

"Ten Yuan!"

A large amount of spiritual energy, traces of essence, and the majestic soul power of the fourth-level beast soul poured into Zong Shou's body crazily. The sea of soul power was filled again, and the dry meridians were filled with true energy again.

But under Zong Shou's control, all the soul power and inner energy exploded again, turning into pure power and penetrating into his limbs and bones.

The sword shadow flashed again, and after a strange twist, a sword light as fast as lightning stabbed into the center of the altar in an erratic manner.

Although the man in white robe was a little panicked, his movements were not panicked at all, and there was a hint of madness in the depths of his eyes at this moment.

"You can't kill me!"

He suddenly grabbed a green thumb on his left hand, squeezed it hard, and immediately opened an air wall in front of him.

Two pairs of big sleeves, bulging forward. Immediately, hundreds of talismans flew out of his sleeves.

Just when he was about to detonate it, he heard a childish and cruel chuckle.

"Break armor, die!"

Suddenly, a ball of white light shone on the sword, and in the blink of an eye, several extremely small light and shadows appeared. Actually, several talismans in mid-air were forced open one after another. Then this ball of white light, wrapped in the bursting flames and cold air, and the streams of spiritual energy, directly penetrated the air wall!

The most direct and safest way to kill a soul master is to break his soul sea!

The sword light flashed again, and the man in white robe felt a slight pain between his eyebrows, like an ant bite. Immediately, a biting chill swept over him.

It was an icy sword, the cold feeling after it penetrated deeply into the brain. The man in white robe's eyes gradually became distracted.

But at the end, a mouthful of blood mist suddenly spat out from his mouth and sprayed on Zong Shou's face. Qing Jun's handsome face suddenly gained a hint of ferocity.

But the dull eyes of the middle-aged man in white robe were now filled with a bit of disbelief and confusion.

"There is no disguise, nor is it illusion. You are Zong Shou, the crown prince of Qiantian Mountain! No, the real Zong Shou should be a useless person who is incapable of doing anything in literature or martial arts. How could you be him? You have only cultivated Fetal Breath II Pulse, soul power can only reach the upper level of Concentration. Hehe! I, Qi Xiao, would actually lose to a child today. It’s ridiculous, it’s ridiculous! There are such anomalies in this world—"

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