Chapter 356 Fierce Battle (1/3)
Soul of the sword.
According to legend, there was once a madman who was obsessed with swordsmanship. He was not a monk. Because of his talent and immortal fate, he could not step into the avenue of cultivating immortality. Reap the life before it can be recovered in the sheath.
This person has made countless enemies and pursued the path of swords, but he does not have a weapon to take advantage of.
His knife is everything, it may be a pig-killing knife, or it may be a chopper knife. The world praises him for having a knife in his heart, and everything is a knife. Whether it was a pig-killing knife, a chopper, or the magical blade of the strong who died in his hand, it was just a tool in his hand.
He was arrogant, so arrogant that he never recognized his weapon, so arrogant that for him, the knife is a weapon that kills his life.
But even so, he never failed. He didn't know how many knives he had broken in his life. Soldiers and soldiers should have a connection. If there is no connection, then the strongest sword is just an ordinary club, and it can't exert its instinct at all.
But he didn't want to stick to it. He wanted to surpass himself as soon as possible. He was a very timid person, and he had never trusted him.
As well as the treasure sword that has been fighting with him for decades, if even the blade in the soldier's hand cannot be trusted, it is difficult for this soldier to make a breakthrough.
Finally, when he passed his middle age and reached old age, because he had set up too many enemies, the people from all sides gathered together, the capable and the Taoist, took advantage of their precautions, and cut their wives and heirs. .
That night, there was a lot of snow and wind, and he had been enchanted.
Relying on the body of a mortal, all the palaces of those who killed his family were razed to the ground. Of course, that night, he had not been able to enter the road in his whole life, and he also completely ended his life.
It wasn't until the last moment of his life that he realized that he needed a knife, a knife worthy of his trust.
From then on, taking the soul as the sword, he called it the soul of the sword.
"Although this story is a bit bizarre and even more undocumented, the legend of Soul Sword is widely circulated among our witch doctors. It can be seen how powerful the Soul Sword is. I didn't expect him to communicate with Soul Sword."
The sage of the Wuhei tribe sighed, her exquisite face inevitably became more panic, and then strode forward, and began to sign the magic seal with her hands, and she slowly read the incomprehensible magic spell in her mouth.
"He used the bodies of three third-rank monks as sacrifices. This is the intention
Let us die here. "The saint sighed, "I would like to use my own blood as a matchmaker to communicate with the ghosts and gods wandering through the world, and I hope you can wait for the grace of God." "
Just when the spell was about to be completed, Gu Tingyu stepped forward and stopped it.
"Don't be so desperate. It's a bit bragging to want to kill us like this." Gu Tingyu sneered, "Didn't you just say that you want to see the stronger Heavenly Tribulation Thunder? Just right, I can still call a powerful Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, no I know whether this Soul Blade, who has never entered the Dao, can survive the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder."
Although Gu Tingyu can use the Shadow Step, it’s a bit difficult to go further, and his Shadow Step is very limited. Even in his heyday, he may not be able to use the Shadow Step. Be threatening.
In other words, Gu Tingyu's only chance is "Bull, Real Bull".
"Is there any way?"
Obviously, the saint was a little surprised. Gu Tingyu's chance to threaten this fourth-rank realm powerhouse is not easy. If it continues, it will be very difficult to survive.
The soul of the sword holding the crazy sword in the sky has already taken shape. His huge body is floating in the air, with a straw hat on his head, and his body completely wrapped in a robe. I can’t see what it looks like, but there is always a sense of murder. Surrounded by it.
Gu Tingyu started to operate the technique of "Bull, Real Bull", and suddenly felt the aura of the five spiritual veins in his body surging, like injecting chicken blood, constantly boiling.
The violent wind surged and swirled around Gu Tingyu's body. The sound of the wind contained waves of wildness. The wind and dust rolled up the remnant snow and rushed into the sky. The towering trees around were chopped up by the waist or uprooted, and rushed to the top of the sky.
The saint backed back again and again, not daring to go too far, for fear that she would be caught in it, this momentum was very powerful.
Then appeared out of thin air is an ancient barbaric bull that walked out of the sand. The bull's body is several feet high. The mane transformed from spiritual energy is dancing in the wind and dust. The roots stand upside down, and two huge hooves fall to the ground. Cracked cracked lines.
Moo!
A bull anger resounded throughout the world, spreading throughout the forest, awakening this deep snow-covered forest, and all kinds of birds and beasts lurking in the forest were shocked and fled here one after another.
A surging power of the Beastmaster entangled the body of this wild and ancient barbarian, and the front hoof slammed on the ground, and the ground felt very strong.
"See if your sword spirit is powerful, or
My ancient barbarian is great. "Gu Tingyu's eyes flashed a touch of hostility. He had dreamed twice in a row, and twice dreamed of the ancient barbaric world.
Especially for the second time, Gu Tingyu was moved by the wild cattle herd in his dream.
The wild bull king standing on top of the dome made Gu Tingyu afraid, and the power of the king spread out, very powerful.
"Moo!"
This wild and ancient barbarian bull seemed to feel the war intent emanating from Gu Tingyu's body, and was fearless even in the face of a sword soul who was stronger than his own and had a tyrannical cultivation base. This was a kind of war intent to meet the strong.
"Flush!"
Gu Tingyu roared angrily.
The wild ancient barbarian bull roared again, its hooves stepped on the ground, shaking up layers of flying sand, and stepping on the snow. This barbarian bull leaped high, leaped over Gu Tingyu's head, and flew away fearlessly at the soul of the sword.
At the same time, a powerful thunder in the sky also began to brew. This thunder was more than five meters in diameter, and its bright beam of light was like a round of sun, illuminating the surrounding area.
The third elder, who is noble at the rank of the fourth-ranking warlord, was also moved when faced with this angry bull, even if apart from the huge thunder that was brewing in the sky, it was just this bull that moved him.
Such a tyrannical and wild power has continuously overflowed from this barbaric bull, and people can't help but feel a sense of fear in their hearts.
boom!
The arrow had to be sent on the string, and the soul of the sword danced with a long knife and cut it down in anger.
The barbarous bull roared hysterically, the bull moo sounded earth-shaking, and the thunder beam condensed from the dome slashed down, and everything fell silent after the loud noise.
Whether it was the sword soul in the sky, or the fiercely wild ancient barbaric bull, all were engulfed in that powerful thunder light, and the thunder light kept roaring, crackling and crackling, it was terrifying!
When the thunder light fell, except for the devastated forest, only the rich aura that gradually returned to the dust was left.
The third elder of the Warlord level who was affected by the thunder light, with his eyes like a torch, piercing the smoke that had not yet completely dispersed, and happened to see the figure of Gu Tingyu and the saint of the Wuhei tribe.
Regardless of the injury that was hit by the thunder light, the third elder jumped up, his robe was already full of gaps, and a little blood was spilled.
The long sword transformed from the spiritual energy in his hand swept past!
The shadow of the knife disappeared, and the two figures in front of him turned into a black smoke, scattered in the sky.
Only two dolls woven by straw men fell to the ground.
(End of this chapter)