When the sword soul recovered from the shock, Wang Dong had once again summoned a fourth-level martial arts sword spirit to start sparring. It can be seen that Wang Dong's understanding of the double sword has become more and more comprehensive, and now he can almost suppress it. This knife spirit hit.
"Haha, it is indeed a good fortune martial spirit! Boy, that's good!" The corner of Dao Soul's mouth trembled. He never thought that after following Dao Sheng Zongheng for so many years, he would encounter strange things that would make him lose his mind.
Wang Dong's eyes were sharp, and he struck directly at the vital points of the sword spirit. The faceless sword spirit in front of him was regarded by him as the sixth junior brother with deer-headed and rat-eyes. This made Wang Dong vent his anger and use all the ten thousand techniques he had learned to return to the sect.
After cutting down several fourth-level sword spirits one after another, Wang Dong stopped after feeling that his double sword was already handy.
"Why don't you practice anymore?" Daohun asked playfully.
"When I went to receive the monthly certificate, what was this Xiao Wu you told me about?" Wang Dong put away his sword, walked to the sword soul, and asked: "I am now a fourth-level martial arts disciple, you It’s time for me to understand, right?”
"Oh, that's what you're talking about..." The sword spirit glanced sideways at Wang Dong, smiled, and said, "It doesn't matter, Xiao Wu is just the fifth sword spirit."
"That's it?" Wang Dong looked at the sword spirit suspiciously. He had a feeling that this fifth sword spirit was definitely not what the sword spirit made light of.
"Of course, Xiao Wu is a little bit special." Daohun's mouth curved, as if he didn't want to say anything more.
"What's so special?" When Wang Dong heard this, the more the sword spirit showed off, the more curious he became. However, he didn't dare to summon the fifth-level sword spirit rashly now. If his strength was too unbelievable, then he would It would be a waste of soul power.
"You will know it after you summon it." The sword spirit responded: "This is actually the characteristic of the eighty-one sword spirits. When the number 'nine or five' comes, such a special sword spirit will appear. This sword spirit will summarize and enlighten the Wanfa Guizong you have practiced before."
Wang Dong's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. Level 9 is the peak level of the realm, while level 5 is the middle level of the realm. These two periods are often bottlenecks, and it is easy to hinder the cultivation of cultivators. Without Thinking that the Eighty-one Sword Spirit Map actually set up the sword spirit in a targeted manner, this is simply too humane, and he is worthy of the mantle of the Sword Saint.
With anxiety and expectation, Wang Dong silently summoned the fifth-level martial arts sword spirit in his heart.
Next, when Wang Dong saw the legendary Xiao Wu, his jaw dropped instantly.
The brilliance flashed by, and a graceful light and shadow gradually became clear: water-sleeved clouds, flying ribbons, white clothes and green silk, skin as good as snow... What caught Wang Dong's eyes was a young woman who looked like a fairy.
This woman, like other sword spirits, exudes a faint light. Unlike other sword spirits, she is no longer faceless and ruthless, but has exquisite and charming facial features. The moment she was summoned, she also He did not immediately swing his sword to kill Wang Dong like other sword spirits. Instead, he raised his delicate hand, touched his chin, and frowned in thought.
"Is this Xiao Wu?"
Wang Dong pursed his lips and then asked. The beautiful and somewhat outrageous sword spirit in front of him overturned his understanding of the sword spirit. The sword spirits from level one to level four are all faceless and ruthless. They draw their swords at each other when they come up. The female sword spirit in front of them seems not to have noticed her existence at all!
"Yes, this is Xiao Wu." Seeing the sword spirit in front of him, the sword spirit's eyes were a little dazed, and his voice became inexplicably excited.
When Wang Dong was surprised and confused by the sword spirit in front of him, she started to move. She did not rush toward Wang Dong with the sword, but walked elegantly to his side. She saw the sword spirit turning its pretty face sideways, with a pair of beautiful eyes. Looking straight into Wang Dong's eyes, she slightly curved her mouth and smiled at Wang Dong: "You're dead."
The talking sword spirit!
Hearing the cold and crisp voice of the sword spirit, Wang Dong was immediately shocked. The sword spirit in front of him was not only special, it was simply unbelievable!
While sighing, Wang Dong felt a chill on his neck. Looking sideways, he found that the sword spirit named Xiao Wu had put a small scimitar against his neck at some point.
Wang Dong was suddenly shocked - just as the sword spirit said just now, if it was an actual battle, he would be dead by now.
"Is this handsome young man the one to accept the mantle?" The sword spirit did not kill Wang Dong, but put away the scimitar, turned around and came to the sword spirit: "The "Eighty-one Sword Spirit Map" has been activated, that is, Say, he’s dead too, right?”
"Yes! Master Sword Saint was secretly attacked by a traitor and failed to survive..." Sword Soul nodded gloomily: "It was only now that I found the heir to the master's mantle by chance."
"I believe in your vision." Dao Ling nodded, and then turned to look at Wang Dong: "This young boy can summon me, he must be a proficient master of the double sword!"
Seeing this fairy-like sword spirit looking at him, Wang Dong couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. The appearance of this sword spirit was even more charming than Junior Sister Yu, which made him helpless as he lost his mind at the sight of a woman.
"This boy has become a master of double swords." Sword Soul nodded and responded: "The next step is left to you, my... Master Xiaowu!"
"Master Xiao Wu?"
Wang Dong was shocked when he heard this and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Haha, I forgot to introduce myself..." Xiao Wuyun, the sword spirit, came to Wang Dong with her sleeves rolled up and said: "Hunter, I am the soul of the deceased wife of the sword saint. I can only name it with the word "wu". You can Call me Xiao Wu."
"The Sword Saint's wife is dead?" Wang Dong was startled. The old man Sword Saint actually has a wife
"Long before the Sword Saint became famous, Xiao Wu was his companion who accompanied him throughout the nine states. During an enemy's siege, Xiao Wu died of serious injuries. The Sword Saint sealed the remaining ray of her soul until she was eighty In the Yidao Spirit Map." Daohun responded: "That battle was the official battle for the Sword Saint to become famous. Xiao Wu and the Sword Saint killed ten times their enemies!"
Wang Dong's expression was startled, so to speak, Xiao Wu also had amazing strength. It is definitely not something he can shake now. He is just a fourth-level martial arts disciple, and he has almost no chance of defeating her!
"Don't worry, this soul clone of mine is only a fifth-level martial arts disciple." Dao Ling Xiaowu seemed to have noticed what Wang Dong was thinking, and said a word of relief: "So it's not difficult for you to defeat me."
Wang Dong swallowed again. Not to mention fighting with Xiao Wu, Wang Dong felt that he couldn't bear even one more look at her. Wang Dong found that he had no resistance at all to such a young and beautiful woman.
"Do you know why the Sword Saint placed a soul like mine in the Eighty-one Sword Spirit Map?" Dao Ling Xiaowu turned her head and glanced at Wang Dong. Without waiting for him to turn around, she answered by herself: "In actual combat, you You will almost never encounter an opponent who has no expression and cannot speak. The real opponent is completely different from the faceless sword spirit you challenge."
Wang Dong frowned and thought about it, and found that this was indeed the case. Real opponents would not make such a brazen and mindless attack. They would use all resources, whether it was overt guns or hidden arrows, as long as they were effective, they would be used.
"Did you understand it quickly..." Dao Ling nodded with satisfaction: "The opponent's look, a word, or an action that has nothing to do with the battle may be the link that affects the outcome of the battle. I exist in the Eighty-one Dao Ling Diagram. The meaning lies here, I can help the recipient of the mantle make up for this. And you will learn the 'art of deception' from me."
"The art of deceitful warfare?" Wang Dong was stunned for a moment, and then a white light flashed in front of his eyes. Wang Dong quickly took two steps back. He shouted with a dissatisfied look on his face: "How did you kill me when I wasn't paying attention?" I?"
"This is a cunning war!" Xiao Wu smiled sweetly: "Does your enemy tell you before killing you?"
"You..." The corner of Wang Dong's mouth twitched. Xiao Wu fucked him so suddenly, which gave him a feeling of being hard to guard against.
"Okay, okay, it's not enough if I inform you in advance!" As if sensing Wang's unhappiness, Xiao Wu lowered her figure and made an explosive gesture to attack, and then said: "Then you take the move, Twice the sword to attack you!"
Wang Dong reacted quickly upon hearing this. Before the knife in his hand could be turned around, Xiao Wu's small scimitar was already placed on his neck. Then, Xiao Wu's cold voice sounded in her ears: "What a pity, you died again!"
"Didn't you mean to attack the enemy?" Wang Dong felt speechless for a while. Fortunately, this sword spirit was not like other sword spirits, whose main purpose was to kill him. After Xiao Wu succeeded in the attack, he took the initiative to let go of Wang Dong. .
"Young man, get serious!" Xiao Wu danced the scimitar in his hand into a gorgeous sword pattern, which dazzled Wang Dong. Xiao Wu then said, "What you just experienced can also be called a battle." , the cruel side of battle is only revealed to you."
"This is a deceitful war? A soldier never tires of deceit, right?" Wang Dong said loudly: "In my opinion, in the face of absolute strength, all deceit will be invisible!"
"You're quite insightful, Hou Sheng. I don't have to kill you, but if you want to challenge a more advanced sword spirit and learn more advanced sword skills, then try to hit me!" Xiao Wu's lips curved slightly: "You can't even pass my level. Your so-called absolute strength is just empty talk!"
boom!
Perhaps he was aroused by Xiao Wu's words, or perhaps his temper was aroused by Xiao Wu's teasing just now. Wang Dong raised his knife with a cold face and slashed at Xiao Wu. The wind of the knife roared, and as soon as he struck out, a Remember twice the knife.
"Ouch!" Seeing Wang Dong attacking fiercely, Xiao Wu's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. She raised her hand to caress Yun Shang. Following her movements, a section of her fair and charming shoulders was exposed, matching her. With such movements, Xiao Wu also showed a shy look on her face.
The scene in front of him immediately made Wang Dong couldn't help but feel his blood rising. He really couldn't bear to harm the beautiful scene in front of him, so he resisted the risk of being repulsed by the force and held back the knife. Of course, he didn't dare to look at the beautiful scenery in front of him. His flushed face turned to the side early, and only his throat rolled uncontrollably.
"I feel pity for you, but you're dead again!" Xiao Wu's words and the coldness of the blade on his neck made Wang Dong's head grow bigger. He felt that he was a little desperate, so he ignored what Xiao Wu said about the cunning battle. The technique was terrifying, and he was completely fed up with the feeling of being led along the way.
He was caught off guard, making noises in the east and west, and seducing him. This Xiao Wu used it every time and replaced it with another one, without repeating the same thing, and could control him to death every time. The first four sword spirits united and never made Wang Dong so embarrassed.
Wang Dong didn't know how many times he heard words like 'You're dead'. Every time he was destined to die, every time he seemed to take the initiative to put his neck on the tip of Xiao Wu's knife, but she just It’s just a simple matter of raising the sword, you don’t even need to use sword skills!
This feeling made Wang Dong very painful. It was not that he was being suppressed and beaten in terms of martial arts, but that he was suffering from demonic torture psychologically. If all the enemies in the world were as terrifying as Xiao Wu, he felt that he The future is dark.
"Young students, there is no shortage of female opponents on the Jiuzhou Continent." Xiao Wu looked at Wang Dong playfully and commented: "They look harmless but can be deadly, so during this period, I will first let you deal with 'women' This creature develops immunity!”
"Gudong!"
Wang Dong's throat slid slightly, and the sound of swallowing saliva suddenly sounded.
(End of chapter)