In the endless wilderness, blazing fire was burning. The king of the only pure land surrounded by the fire was holding a deer-racing knife and breathing heavily. He never expected that even so, he would not be able to force the opponent to show up.
"She's still here!" Even Daohun frowned this time. He could only feel the person coming, but couldn't determine the specific location. The key was that this person seemed immune to the Zhulu Dao, which was the most difficult thing to deal with.
"This person's state is somewhat similar to Wuying, but in some aspects he is more advanced." Daohun spoke again.
Wang Dong was shocked when he heard this. If Wuying is really in this state, does it mean that Wuying can see? He immediately communicated with Wuying through his spiritual thoughts.
Wuying was also stunned, a little confused: "I have never seen the same kind."
He couldn't control so much anymore, so he had to take a risk. Being stared at by inexplicable things all the time made him very uncomfortable.
This time Wuying directly possessed him. This was the same as Wuying controlling the soul beast, except that the control power rested with Wang Dong.
Almost the moment Wuying possessed him, Wang Dong stared in the direction pointed by the sword soul with his shadowless eyes.
"Yan Su?" The hairs all over his body stood on end, never expecting it to be this terrifying woman.
Yan Su obviously didn't know that Wang Dong had discovered her, and still teased Wang Dong with a joking expression and a frightening aura from time to time.
Wang Dong also came to his senses in an instant, looking furious, but his head was spinning rapidly.
He was sure that the Zhulu Saber had hit Yan Su just now, because the place where Yan Su stood was almost reduced to ruins, but now Yan Su was standing there unscathed, with a look of amusement on his face.
"She is in a very strange state. Zhulu Dao should have no effect on her." Daohun's voice sounded and analyzed calmly.
"What should we do? She is the Wuzong." Wang Dong was dumbfounded on the spot. If Zhulu Dao could no longer suppress Yan Su, then he would not even be able to call himself an ant in front of Yan Su.
In a sense, Yan Su could kill him with just a breath, but now he has become an unrelenting enemy.
Looking at Yan Su's expression, he felt an icy chill in his heart. He was sure that Yan Su could not wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood. After all, he not only stole the Ziwei Tianlong Tail, but also relied on the Zhulu Knife. Yan Su's face was ruined in public.
"Hide into the sword domain space and let Wuying take him and escape immediately?" This was quickly rejected by him. Since Wuying can see Yan Su, then Yan Su must be able to see Wuying in the same state.
He wanted to fight to the death, but this was obviously unrealistic. There was a world of difference in strength between the two. Without the deterrent of Zhulu Dao, he would probably have died as soon as he had this idea.
"Hey, little brother, you did a good job, but don't sweat so much on your forehead next time!" Suddenly a voice burst into his ears, and at the same time, a white and tender hand like a lotus root was placed on his shoulder. .
"Too careless!" Wang Dong's whole body stiffened and he didn't dare to move at all. This scary woman was definitely the scariest person he had ever seen.
Yan Su showed his true form and actually returned to his beautiful and beautiful appearance.
"Wang Dong, appear here!" The voice of Daohun suddenly sounded.
Wang Dong understood it almost as soon as the sword soul reminded him, and waved the Zhulu Dao without hesitation. Yan Su now obviously has two states. Others may not be able to understand it, but Wang Dong is different. He has Wuying and understands this. The nature of the two states makes it easy to distinguish the difference between them.
The crimson sword energy, carrying the determination of life and death, cut through the tranquility and slashed straight into Yan Su's waist and abdomen. Even Wu Zong had to get out of the way at such a close distance.
Sure enough, Yan Su was more afraid of the Zhulu Knife than he imagined. He flew backwards hundreds of meters in an instant and immediately turned into a beast soul state.
"Little beast, you are looking for death!" Yan Su was furious, but when she raised her eyes, she found that Wang Dong had disappeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye.
She was stunned for a moment, and then the aura of the martial arts erupted instantly, and the boundless majesty swept across all directions. She knew very well that Wang Dong could not reach the realm of martial arts disciples and could not disappear into thin air. The only favor was to hide it with some secret treasure.
At first, Yan Su had a sneer on her lips. For a person of such a low level, no matter how good the secret treasure was in front of Wu Zong, she could not hide it. But after she searched the entire sea of fire twice, her expression finally changed.
"Space magic weapon?" Yan Su frowned, his eyes fixed on the place where Wang Dong disappeared, "I don't believe you won't come out."
Wang Dong had a bitter look on his face in the sword domain space, but Yan Su didn't expect that Yan Su could see the reason for his disappearance at a glance.
Daohun disagreed and explained: "The Wuzong realm has basically come into contact with the space field. It is normal for her to guess."
Through the vision of the sword domain space, Wang Dong found that Yan Su was busy at the place where he disappeared. When he looked carefully, he was actually carving a formation.
"This old goblin is really difficult to deal with." Wang Dong felt a headache. Yan Su was definitely the most difficult opponent he had ever encountered. Not only was he terrifyingly powerful, but the key was that he was not weaker than him in calculation.
But when I think about it, I feel relieved. Yan Su gave up his original cultivation and once again reached the level that is enough to compete with Meng Shentong. This alone is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. If it is easy to deal with, it will not be justified.
Now we really have entered an unsolvable situation. Yan Su must have decided that he was here and was ready to fight to the death.
"Get rid of her!" Daohun suddenly said.
"How to get rid of it?" Wang Dong smiled bitterly. He wanted to, but it was too unrealistic.
The sword soul ignored him, but continued: "You must break through to the warrior realm now, and I will handle the next thing."
"Can you take action?" Wang Dong was shocked. He knew that the sword soul was just a remnant soul, and it would be an exaggeration to deal with Wu Zong.
The sword soul smiled with an indescribable confidence and said: "No matter how downcast I am, I was once the soul of a sword saint. There is still a way to deal with a martial arts master, but the price is just a little higher."
"What price?" Wang Dong had a bad feeling.
The sword soul did not answer, but told him everything would wait until he broke through to the warrior realm.
Wang Dong had a bitter look on his face. He had just broken through to the ninth level of martial arts disciple, and he was asked to advance to the warrior realm immediately. Moreover, it was still a big realm. Even a heaven-level martial spirit would be difficult to achieve even if it defied the heavens.
"Of course it's not a normal breakthrough. Fengjiu's sword spirits in the Eighty-one Sword Spirit Map are all sealed with super power. As long as you defeat them, they can easily help you break through."
"Is there such a thing?" Wang Dong was shocked.
Sword Soul smiled proudly and said: "Do you think Sword Saint is called in vain?"
Wang Dong was so excited that he didn't care too much and immediately summoned the ninth-level sword spirit.
The eighty-one sword spirit diagram glowed, and a figure walked out. This was a middle-aged man, with eyes like lightning, a face as sharp as a knife, and extremely resolute.
"This is the Yin spirit that was killed on an ancient battlefield when the Sword Saint Wuzong was in the realm. The power of the Wuzong left behind is sealed in the ninth-level Sword Spirit. Defeating him is more than enough to help you break through to the Samurai realm." The sword spirit on the side explained. .
The ninth-level sword spirit glanced at the sword spirit, frowned slightly, and said, "He died?"
The soul of the sword emerged, and this time it was the image of a broken sword. There was a sad aura floating in the air, and he said: "After all, he still believed in someone he shouldn't believe."
The ninth-level sword spirit's expression dropped a little, and he was silent for a moment before saying, "I thought he would become a legend."
Daohun suddenly smiled and said with some nostalgia: "He is already a legend, and he will continue to do so."
The eyes of the ninth-level sword spirit moved to Wang Dong as the sword spirit's gaze moved to Wang Dong. He immediately trembled and said in disbelief: "Heaven-level martial spirit?"
This time it was Wang Dong's turn to be dumbfounded. The person in front of him was just a ninth-level sword spirit, but he could see through his true identity at a glance.
"Don't be nervous, he is an ancient monk, and it was he who passed on the Jade Pan Pudu to the Sword Saint. People nowadays can't see through the Jade Pan Pudu." Sword Soul explained.
Wang Dong was completely dumbfounded now. The background of this ninth-level sword spirit must be too big, right
The ninth-level sword spirit smiled indifferently, and his expression once again regained the fortitude it had when he first came out. He made a starting gesture and said coldly: "Since I am his descendant, I will naturally fulfill my duty as a gatekeeper."
When Wang Dong saw this, he stopped being pretentious and gave a junior salute to the ninth-level sword spirit. This was his respect for the sword spirit in front of him.
"kill!"
With a roar, he took action, and the Zhulu Knife slashed down with indomitable momentum.
"It's interesting, but the sword is the courage of hundreds of soldiers, and it lacks the domineering spirit of a king." The ninth-level sword spirit shouted, his eyes widened, and he turned his hand into a sword and faced him directly.
"Keng!"
There was a loud noise and sparks suddenly appeared. The Zhulu knife and the hand knife were unable to move forward at all.
"How is it possible?" Wang Dong was dumbfounded on the spot. You must know that even Yan Su, who is in the realm of Wuzong, dare not attack Zhulu Dao head-on.
Seemingly understanding the shock in Wang Dong's heart, the ninth-level sword spirit raised his hand and shook away the Zhulu Sword and said: "Others dare not take it because they don't understand the sword, but the reason why I dare to take it is because I know that your sword is not good." Courage.”
Wang Dong was in a daze, as if he had caught something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.
The ninth-level sword spirit ignored him, stood up, and turned his hand into a sword to slash down: "Understand in death what the courage of a hundred soldiers is."
The domineering sword energy was fearless and unrestrained, and the sword energy densely enveloped Wang Dong.
"The sword is the king, and you must be brave and domineering like a king when you use it; the sword is the courage of a soldier, if you are afraid, don't insult the name of the sword; the sword is the leader of hundreds of soldiers, you must do what you say, and you can never take it back when you use it. ”
The storm-like sword energy was accompanied by the shouts of the ninth-level sword spirit. Wang Dong struggled to support it. He felt that he had seen a whole new world, which was clearly within reach, but he could not overcome it.
"Knife? What is a knife?" He was in a daze, and even though he was slashed by the sword energy, he still didn't notice it.
(End of chapter)