Divine Brilliance

Chapter 87: Using the Soul to Control the Sword

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"Who dares to say that such a talented person is useless?"

Gao Yi's complexion suddenly turned pale again. Not long ago, he was one of those blind people.

To the east of Yunlu, most martial artists are proficient in bow and horse. But there is nothing like Zong Shou's exquisite archery skills. Among millions of people, you can't find one.

A person who could fire a strong bow twenty times within ten breaths was even more unlikely to be the useless waste he imagined!

The thirteen-year-old Seven Meridians Secret Martial Arts Master can shock the world no matter where he is placed.

Why does this person go to such great lengths to hide his strength? Is he really the rumored double-veins person

It's funny that I didn't realize anything was wrong before.

With such scheming and talent, if I wait until this kid grows up, what's the point

I couldn't help but feel frightened and panicked, as well as murderous intentions. He turned to look at the old man surnamed Mi, only to see the old man pondering for a moment before shaking his head: "The matter has become too big to be concealed! Let's talk about it later. This guy may have some abilities, but killing him is still like killing him. Dog. This guy has hidden strength, but he can’t help it. There are people who can’t tolerate him—"

He suddenly whipped the whip and hit the wind-riding horse, suddenly speeding up. Gao Yi's expression darkened, and he glanced coldly behind him. He let out a murderous snort, followed closely behind. Secretly sighing to himself, he was conceited and composed, but today he almost lost his composure because of this dying person.

Suddenly a lion's roar echoed from behind. The sickle-tailed lion's beard grew angry, and before his eyes, the ten knights who had been so murderous just now melted away in an instant. Immediately the momentum revived, and the lion relied on the human power. The dispersed spiritual energy suddenly regrouped and roared angrily. The few horses that were so frightened that they could still stand began to neigh in panic again.

Then he suddenly jumped over the fallen horses. Leave the remaining two knights behind as well.

But at this time, the two wind horses in front were already accelerating. Neither Gao Yi nor the innate martial artist had any intention of turning around and fighting. He directly left the remaining knights behind and ran quickly into the distance.

After all, the Sickle-tailed Lion's speed is still far inferior, but its explosive power is slightly stronger. The injury was not serious. He had already run thousands of feet and was already showing signs of fatigue. In just a moment, the distance between the two grew farther and farther.

Gong Xinran breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and he didn't know whether he felt relieved or regretful. Staring at Gao Yi's back, I felt waves of dizziness entering my brain.

Chuxue also felt inexplicably annoyed and depressed, but also felt slightly relaxed. It is really a pity that Gao Yi could not be killed. But she was relieved not to have to face that innate martial artist.

Zong Shouze looked dull and expressionless. The electric light in his eyes kept flickering, and the traces of blood-red meaning, and the violent madness contained within, had not receded, but became even more intense.

Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and looked forward. I saw Gao Yi, who was riding the wind-riding horse and gradually receding away, with a sarcastic look on his face. Looking from a distance, his murderous intent was evident.

The two knights who were thrown away gradually caught up from behind. Even the secret martial artists whose mounts were killed and fell off their horses stood up and chased after them.

Seeing that the two men and two horses were almost disappearing from his sight. The two knights behind were no more than ten feet apart. Zong Shou's chest felt surprisingly frosty.

He felt neither unwilling nor depressed, only the murderous intention in his chest was unprecedented. It was boiling in his heart, so uncomfortable that he almost couldn't breathe.

Chuxue sighed softly, formed a hand seal, and urged Han Minghu next to her to face behind her. He put his hand on the sword at his waist and was about to jump off the lion's back. But suddenly he heard another chuckle from Zong Shou in front of him. The voice was cold and cold, as if it contained endless chill, and also had a bit of determination and unruly meaning.

"Xue'er, it's up to you later, take care of my physical body! If I don't get rid of this arrogance, it will be hard for me to think freely!"

"Young Master, physical body—"

Chuxue was suddenly stunned. Before she could react, she felt that within ten feet of her surroundings, the Yin power suddenly prevailed. Zong Shou's body in front also suddenly softened. He fell backward and hurriedly reached out to catch him. You can just see a cloud of blue mist rising from Zong Shou's forehead. Faintly, Zong Shou's voice seemed to be heard in his ears.

It was also extremely cold, with murderous intent rising into the sky. Stopping next to the ear, it is like a big bell, like thunder.

"I can forgive thousands of people, but I will not forgive this person!"

When the sound fell, only a clear cry was heard. In Zong Shou's sleeves, several willow-leaf talismans he carried with him suddenly flew up and left his body along with the cloud of blue smoke. The pine-patterned wind sword inserted into the sickle-tailed lion's head was also forcibly pulled out by a force and flew into the air.

The sound of the sword roaring immediately shook the wasteland. Not only the knights at the back were subconsciously slightly startled.

Even the old man surnamed Mi and Gao Yi, who were hundreds of feet away in front, turned their heads and looked back in shock again.

When he saw the green smoke rising, the old man surnamed Mi couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Not only has this kid opened up the seven meridians of the body, but he has also cultivated both spiritual and martial arts!"

Gao Yi was also shocked, almost speechless, but for a moment he smiled disdainfully: "It's simply crazy. A person who has only reached the realm of spiritual nourishment actually dares to wander at night in a trance at this time? Aren't you afraid of being blown to death by the strong wind? —”

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly. I saw the light smoke, which was about to disperse. Suddenly, there was a purple electric grid, shining suddenly, wrapping the smoke inside, gathering it into a ball, and was not affected by the strong wind.

Then the next moment, only a ball of blue-white moonlight was seen, shining in the sky. Gao Yi's pupils suddenly opened, and the old man surnamed Mi was also slightly stunned.

The sword light was like the moon, only flickering slightly. The two knights who had chased to the side of the sickle-tailed lion suddenly raised their heads high, and two streaks of blood gushed out.

In just a split second, his head was severed with a sword!

Where the sword shadow shone, almost all the vitality of the two secret martial artists was swallowed away. The corpse also turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, Zong Shou felt as if his soul was tearing and aching. The feeling of using the body of Yuanhun to perform the Heaven-Swallowing Yuanhua Dharma is completely different. As these Yuanli essences were poured into the sword tip, the remaining thoughts of the two secret martial artists also followed and impacted. As a result, he was flooded with distracting thoughts, which made him unable to maintain his consciousness.

It took a long moment before he forcibly rejected it. Within his consciousness, there was only a trace of extremely fierce murderous intention.

The ghosts surged, urging the pine-patterned wind sword to suddenly bend again, and rush towards the distance with unparalleled speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the two people in front of him.

Gao Yi leaned back subconsciously. His thoughts were unconsciously captured by the sharp and sharp sword. For a moment, God was trying to snatch it away, but he couldn't even think of resisting at all.

The old man surnamed Mi next to him had already calmed down and snorted coldly: "You have a little bit of skill, but you dare to be arrogant in front of me! In the realm of raising spirits, you actually dare to learn how to use your soul to wield a sword! I, Miyuan, seem to be... Even if you want to hold on, you can’t get it! Get down here!”

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