In the sword domain space, the ninth-level sword spirit was unparalleled in domineering power. He moved forward fearlessly and showed no fear in the face of the Zhulu Dao. His every word was like a death sentence, and Wang Dong's body trembled with every word he said.
The sword spirit on the side kept nodding. He was worthy of being the person who almost caused the Sword Saint to fall. In some aspects, this person may have a deeper understanding of swords than the Sword Saint. You must know that the ninth-level sword spirit and the Sword Saint are all because of the way of the sword. In the end, they became close friends.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. In the end, the ninth-level sword spirit was just a remnant soul and was almost killed by the sword saint. In the end, it had to be sealed into the eighty-one sword spirit map.
"Idiot, aren't you enlightened?" The ninth-level sword spirit suddenly shouted angrily, and then his whole body turned into a sword. The sharp sword energy was unparalleled and he slashed at Wang Dong mercilessly.
The soul of the sword couldn't help but tighten its heart. This was a truly fatal sword. Although most of the eighty-one sword spirit diagrams had restrictions on killing the master.
But some sword spirits are different. They are people respected by the Sword Saint, and there is no such restriction. The ninth-level sword spirit is one of them. If this sword really hits, Wang Dong will really fall.
This is the style of a ninth-level sword spirit. Enlightenment or death, breaking through under absolute pressure. This was something that even the Sword Saint felt scared back then.
"Death!" There was a roar, and just when the long sword was less than an inch away from Wang Dong, he suddenly opened his eyes, two electric rays shot out, and a sword light flew past.
The sword transformed by the ninth-level sword spirit stopped, and then slowly returned to its human form. The middle-aged man smiled, very pleased.
"You can teach me!" In mid-air, the smile of the ninth-level sword spirit stayed at that moment forever. A ferocious knife wound split open from his chest, and then the whole person turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
"Buzz!"
A mighty breath swirled around, and then poured into Wang Dong's Zi Mansion. Wang Dong looked up to the sky and roared, and felt a torrent of power forcefully poured into his body. In an instant, Zi Mansion was shaken and almost collapsed.
I don't know how long it took, but Wang Dong felt that he almost self-destructed several times but failed to survive, but in the end he still resisted.
He stood up slowly, and when he raised his hands, he felt stronger than ever before: "Samurai... Level 6?"
His voice was trembling. What kind of speed was this? Not only did he break through the warrior realm in an instant, but he also reached level six. This speed would be absolutely shocking if spread.
"Senior..." He stared blankly at the ninth-level sword spirit diagram that had returned to its original position, with an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
"You've only reached level six?" Daohun's voice suddenly sounded, instantly leaving Wang Dong speechless. It seemed from Daohun's tone that he was very dissatisfied with his current state.
I saw the sword spirit continue to say: "What is sealed here is the cultivation level of a martial artist. I thought that even if most of it has passed, it can at least help you cross an entire realm and reach the ninth level of the warrior. It seems that the Tianji martial spirit is indeed No."
"Okay, some things always have to be solved. You are the descendant of the Sword Saint, how can you be trapped here forever!" Sword Soul's voice suddenly became sharp.
"Sword Soul, what is the price?" The bad premonition struck again, and Wang Dong finally couldn't help but ask again.
This time, Daohun did not evade, but directly told Wang Dong that he would most likely disappear after this battle.
"What? Absolutely not, I would rather stay here with her for the rest of my life!" Wang Dong refused on the spot. His feelings for the sword soul were absolutely extraordinary. It was the sword soul that led him step by step from waste to genius, but now the sword soul has to be punished because of He died in battle, which was definitely something he would not allow to happen.
Daohun shook his head and said: "Since I chose you, I have already realized what I am today."
Wang Dong was in a hurry, but the sword spirit had made up his mind and would not listen to anything. He just wanted him to consolidate his realm as soon as possible. All he had to do was to maintain the sword domain space from collapse once a war broke out in the sword domain space.
Seeing Wang Dong's expression of eating a rat to death, Daohun was both relieved and helpless, and had to tell Wang Dong his plan in detail.
Yan Su is a madman, there is no doubt about it. It is absolutely impossible to continue to consume it like this. Not to mention whether Yan Su has the patience, not to mention that Wang Dong cannot maintain the sword domain space for such a long time.
So this is a dead end. If someone else hides in the sword space for a while, it will be over, but the opponent is Yan Su, a madman. Both the sword soul and Wang Dong have no doubt that Yan Su can wait here for ten seconds. Eight years old.
The sword soul told Wang Dong that although he was just a remnant soul, he could still exert some strength in the sword domain space. If Yan Su was lured into the sword domain space, although he would not be able to kill him, he would be absolutely sure to kill him. It is sealed into a sword soul.
"Then why did you disappear?" This was what Wang Dong was most worried about. He could tell that Daohun had absolute confidence in dealing with Yan Su.
The sword soul sighed and said: "Sealing is easy, but erasing is difficult."
"Yan Su is a genuine martial arts master after all, and I am just a remnant soul that has been breathing for decades before waking up. The high-level sword spirit has not been unlocked, so I can only seal her in the ninth sword spirit. Level nine The sword spirit is too weak to suppress Yan Su, so the only way to truly suppress Yan Su is to seal both Yan Su and me into a ninth-level sword spirit."
Daohun said a lot in one breath, and Wang Dong finally understood and said with some excitement: "Does that mean you didn't really disappear?"
The sword soul was stunned, smiled, and said: "Maybe, if you can reach the realm of Wuzong before my remaining soul is completely wiped out, or you can compete with the realm of Wuzong!"
"How long?" Wang Dong asked seriously.
Daohun thought about it and hesitated whether to tell Wang Dong this time, but looking at Wang Dong's firm expression, he finally smiled bitterly and told the time that it was impossible to catch up with: "One year !”
Wang Dong's body trembled, his fists were clenched, and his nails were embedded in his palms due to too much force. Scarlet blood flowed out from between his fingers. He nodded fiercely and said: "One year later, I can definitely do it. Defeat Wu Zong and save you!"
Wang Dong said extremely resolutely. Since he could not change the decision of the sword soul, he would make every effort to make up for it. At this moment, he seemed to feel that he finally had the temperament of the sword.
The sword spirit was in a daze. Once upon a time, a young boy looked at him, a yellow-level martial spirit, and told him with the same expression, "You will be the strongest martial spirit in the world." As a result, a legend decades later The rise of a sword saint with a yellow-level martial spirit turned the thirteen states upside down.
"Okay!" Daohun really believed it, just like the boy who believed it back then.
Wang Dong did not speak anymore, but sat down cross-legged. When the time comes, he will support the most stable sword domain space for the sword soul, and it will not be shaken no matter how violent the battle is.
They were not in a hurry, everything was being prepared in an orderly manner, Wang Dong's realm was completely consolidated, and the sword soul also transformed into the image of the Sword Saint and sat quietly in the cross-legged position.
In the wilderness, the fire has long been extinguished. Two months have passed, and the ground is covered with a layer of white snow. A woman sits quietly cross-legged, motionless, completely transformed into a snowman.
Everything was as Wang Dong and Dao Hun expected. For two months, Yan Su never left, and she became more and more convinced that Wang Dong had not escaped. With Wu Zong's intuition, she could feel that eyes were always peeping at her.
She opened her eyes and glanced around coldly. She was more patient than anyone in the world. It was precisely because of this that she was able to stand up again and achieve the position of Wuzong.
"Wait, Meng Shentong. After I get back the Ziwei Tianlong Tail, it's time to change the owner of the Beast Control Villa." Yan Su murmured to herself. She was now full of confidence and had cultivated into the beast soul state. , normal attacks are completely ineffective against her. The reason why she did not take down the Royal Beast Villa immediately is because although she is old and young now, she is not young forever, so in comparison, the Ziwei Tianlong Tail is more important.
In this way, one is surprisingly patient and can be called the most patient hunter in history; while the other is prepared without delay, always ready to transform from prey to hunter.
A month passed. Wang Dong disappeared for three whole months, and Yan Zhenbei also disappeared inexplicably. Rumors spread all over the place.
Some people say that Yan Zhenbei and Wang Dong were originally at odds, and this time they even fought in the Beast Control Palace. Wang Dong must have killed Yan Zhenbei with a grudge and did not dare to come back and escape.
Some people think that this is just a coincidence. Maybe Yan Zhenbei, as a martial artist, was defeated by Wang Dong, a ninth-level martial arts disciple, who crossed a huge realm and was defeated. He felt that his face was lost, so he went out to practice again.
The most haggard person during this period was Lan Xin. He searched everywhere he could, but Wang Dong really seemed to have disappeared from the world, without any trace.
In the end, it was Meng Conghu who comforted her that Wang Dong might have returned to the Beast Control Palace to practice again, and that he might encounter some difficulties and be unable to get out of it for a while.
Meng Conghu now no longer has the same physical strength as before, and he is very sick. Although he was rescued, the toxicity was so weird that even the second elder managed to save his life with great efforts.
Moreover, the second elder also told him that if someone hadn't fed him an antidote before, even all the power of Yushou Villa would not be able to save him.
Meng Conghu knew that it was Wang Dong who saved him. Thinking of how he treated Wang Dong and Wang Dong still ignored the past grudges, he felt ashamed. Therefore, during this period, whether he was comforting Lan Xin or facing Wang Dong's unfavorable rumors, he felt ashamed. He tried his best to smooth things over for Wang Dong.
As for Wang Dong practicing in the Beast Control Palace, he was naturally making up nonsense. The village owner simply went into seclusion again, and no one could investigate for a while. After all, not everyone can go up to the sixth floor.
In fact, no one knew that in a field not far away, accompanied by heavy snowfall, Wang Dong finally started his plan with the sword soul. A sixth-level warrior plotted against Wu Zong, a crazy plan that was discussed day and night.
(End of chapter)