Immortal Soaring Blade

Chapter 688: The soul is gone (Part 1)

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The low roaring sound continued to roll in the rolling dark clouds. This situation did not last long before it changed again.

A dazzling golden light appeared in the dark clouds. It was just a faint light and shadow at first, but then it became more and more intense. It passed through the rolling dark clouds and was revealed, shining in the surrounding sky.

Afterwards, everyone could feel an extremely dangerous aura coming from the void above the dark clouds. The danger was already approaching before the thunder came.

This time, the thunder became deeper and melodious. It seemed that it did not have the bravery and endless temperament it had at the beginning. It seemed as if the victory was in hand, and it became more leisurely and leisurely.

"boom!"

The thunder resounded and the golden light shone brightly. Then the surrounding golden light began to condense towards the center, and the thunder light continued to shine.

Then the 19th sky thunder condensed out, and it was a thunder that was as thick as a strong man's waist. The sky thunder as a whole showed a light golden color, with a somewhat illusory feeling. If you don't look carefully, you can feel it. There is a very fearful and dangerous aura, and it is probably difficult to see the pale golden thunder.

Elder Xiaofeng's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip, and at the same time, his own aura became unstable. The spiritual power in his body was like a turbulent river, running wildly, and his yellow sword robe whirred. The shaking is constant.

Now that the matter has come to this, Elder Xiaofeng can only choose to give it a try. Anyway, he can't survive the tribulation, and he will be in a situation where his soul is shattered. It is better not to leave a way out for himself, and now he has survived eighteen thunders, and the last one is This is a critical period. If we can survive it, it will be a new situation.

The short purple flying sword in his hand kept shaking slightly, emitting the sound of the sword. Elder Xiaofeng looked at the 19th thunder contained in the sky, and then let out a breath of turbid air.

Next, a touch of determination emerged in Vicissitudes' eyes, and the spiritual power in his body roared out like a blue dragon emerging from the water, with an aura that was as powerful as breaking a bamboo.

The purple halo continued to circulate, and the continuous sword energy spurted out. Elder Xiaofeng was displaying the seventh level of the Xuantian Sword Technique, Dream Break!

It has to be said that even in the Mahayana realm, Elder Xiaofeng is definitely different from ordinary people, and his own strength is also outstanding. Relying on his own strength, he withstood eighteen thunders. You must know that most people survive the tribulation. He would only take the approach of shrinking back and resisting the thunder, instead of being the first to destroy the thunder like Elder Xiaofeng with great arrogance!

The current sword is undoubtedly the pinnacle sword of Elder Xiaofeng. Not only does he use the Xuantian Sword Technique, but he also combines his own understanding of the sword's intention. Along with his rich and powerful spiritual power, I am afraid that among the monks, there will be no more swordsmanship. There are only a handful of people who can take this sword.

"boom…"

The sword energy filled the sky, criss-crossed, and swept over the sky thunder emitting light golden light. Suddenly, a roar of rejection erupted. Even though Zhao Jiuge was already far away from the center, he could still feel the sound in his ears. The beeps that come are constant.

Elder Xiaofeng also changed his expression immediately. The sword he had just used could easily break through the eighteenth thunder, but this time, he could clearly feel a sense of powerlessness. Even though he was like this Few people in the world can withstand a sword, but facing this kind of thunder, they still feel a little underwhelmed in front of it.

"Snapped…"

The sound of a slight touch came, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, one could see that the sword energy released by Elder Xiaofeng was directly crushed and disappeared as soon as it came into contact with the pale golden thunder. Almost exhausted, but the power of the thunder is still astonishing.

When the nineteenth thunder came down, all the sword energy had been exhausted, and the power of the thunder itself had also been greatly reduced, but the residual power was still there, and it still descended on Elder Xiaofeng. On the body.

A touch of crystal clear luster appeared on the surface of the apricot sword robe. If you can practice to such an extent, how could you not have a body-refining method? Feeling the threat brought by the thunder that day, the body automatically released means of defense.

The remaining sky thunder bombarded the surface of the body, and the crystal clear luster suddenly sent out ripples, and then dispersed. Elder Xiaofeng also felt a sense of numbness. Even with his powerful body, his body could not help but feel numb. A bit of a pause.

Elder Xiaofeng tried his best to resist the nineteenth thunder, but there were at least eight more thunder behind him, and he no longer had the ability to take action. Even if he did, judging from the current situation , it can't withstand the falling thunder, so it is better to use it for defense and resist the eight thunders behind it.

Soon, the twentieth thunder appeared, still shining with golden light. Although Elder Xiaofeng's spiritual power was depleted alarmingly, it was far from the point of exhaustion.

It's just that maybe his body has resisted the thunder a few times, so his breath seems a little messy. Elder Xiaofeng can't help but feel a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, that kind of numbness goes away as quickly as it comes, otherwise time will pass. After a long time, the sky thunder came again. Even if his body paused for a moment, he would have no time to resist the sky thunder. Then he would inevitably end up in a state of despair.

As soon as the twentieth thunder appeared and he felt the tingling sensation on his skin, Elder Xiaofeng knew that he couldn't resist it. The power made him feel a little scared even when he looked at it.

A spiritual light appeared in front of him. When the dazzling light slowly dissipated, an ancient treasured mirror was revealed. The treasured mirror exuded a calm aura and revealed the fluctuations of a top-quality spiritual weapon.

Immortal weapons are hard to find, but after practicing for thousands of years, most of Xiaofeng's magical weapons are top-quality spiritual weapons. After tempering, their power is not necessarily less powerful. With his identity, he can naturally use the Xuantian Sword Sect. One of several immortal weapons, but because he felt in his heart that there was a high possibility of failure in overcoming the tribulation this time, Elder Xiaofeng did not want to use the power of the sect's immortal weapon to avoid losing more than the gain. Not only did he not succeed in overcoming the tribulation, , and also damaged the fairy weapon.

This treasured mirror exudes a faint earthy yellow halo, and the inside of the mirror exudes silver light. Two lifelike dragons are carved on the edge of the surrounding mirror, which are so vivid that they are extraordinary at first sight.

There was no use for the two-foot dagger in his hand. Elder Xiaofeng simply restrained it. Then he held the earth-yellow mirror tightly with one hand and stood far away from the twentieth thunder in the sky. relatively.

The people around them didn't dare to express their anger and didn't even blink, for fear of missing some exciting situation. After all, the tribulation has reached this level, and it has entered a fever pitch. Either Elder Xiaofeng will succeed in overcoming the tribulation, or he will fail. .

"boom."

The twentieth golden thunder came as expected. The thunder, which was as thick as a strong man's waist, directly bombarded Elder Xiaofeng's body. The thunder was majestic, and Elder Xiaofeng was like a fallen leaf, floating in the air. In the rough sea, drift with the current.