Ignoring Sister Lu Yu's concern, he immediately found a reason to declare seclusion, and asked Lu Yu for an absolutely sealed secret room, and ordered that no one was allowed to enter without his consent.
Feeling Wang Dong's urgency, although Lu Yu wanted to help Wang Dong, Wang Dong politely declined her words several times, and she couldn't force him.
In the secret room, Wang Dong opened the sword domain space immediately. In an instant, an evil spirit rushed towards him, and countless sword spirits struck at him with their swords.
"Damn it!" He changed his color on the spot, and finally understood why nothing seemed to happen to him. After all, the Sea Clan woman said that she only helped him suppress the evil spirit. Now he finally understood that the evil spirit had invaded the sword domain space. .
His eyes couldn't help but move to the ninth-level sword spirit. The figure of the female sword spirit didn't move at all. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Otherwise, a disaster would have been imminent, and it was very likely to affect the sword spirit.
This battle was particularly difficult, because even the samurai-level sword spirits that he had never challenged before came out, and he was embarrassed to face so many sword spirits at once.
The key is that the samurai-level sword spirit is extremely powerful, and its combat power is far superior to other sword spirits, which makes him suffer a lot.
After he had gone through so much trouble to defeat all the sword spirits, he was so tired that he lay on the ground like a dog, panting heavily, but a foot appeared in front of him.
He slowly raised his head and saw that this man was holding a knife casually in his hand. He was about twenty years old and had an evil look on his face.
"Huh, it really tastes amazing!" The young man smiled evilly, greedily breathing in the evil energy of the sword domain space, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Level 5 katana spirit." Wang Dong recognized it at a glance, but he didn't expect this guy to come out. This is a special sword spirit, and its combat power is far beyond that of ordinary sword spirits.
The fifth-level samurai sword spirit looked at Wang Dong with contempt and said, "You are really shameless. I was already a martial arts master when you were such an old age, but you are still an eighth-level samurai, what a talent!"
Wang Dong had a relaxed expression at first, but when he heard this, his mouth opened so wide that he could swallow an egg. He pointed at the fifth-level katana spirit and questioned: "You... are you the Wuzong?"
He knew very well that the young man's age at this time was the same as when he was killed by the reverse sword saint. If calculated this way, the young man was only in his twenties when he became a martial arts master.
The fifth-level katana spirit still looked at him with disdain: "Look at your potential, are you shocked? Fortunately, you are still a heaven-level martial spirit. I really mourn for you."
The fifth-level katana spirit kept mocking him, and Wang Dong became angry and retorted: "You are so awesome, you still got hacked by the sword master."
The fifth-level katana was stunned for a moment, and said with a bit of hatred: "That old guy, I just don't understand why he, a yellow-level martial soul, defeated so many masters, but in the end, I still lost in a battle with the same realm."
"But I am not the only one killed by this old guy. After thinking about it, it seems that I will never be able to surpass the old guy in my life. There is no point in being the first, so I will simply kill myself." The fifth-level katana spirit said easily, and Wang Dong's face But he was twitching.
As expected, the special sword souls sealed in the Eighty-One Sword Spirit Map cannot be treated with common sense. This is the first time he has seen someone take suicide so casually and easily.
As if he could see Wang Dong's mentality, the fifth-level katana spirit smiled evilly and said: "Boy, the excitement is yet to come. As long as I'm here, you can never go down."
"Huh, what a shame!" Wang Dong sneered!
The fifth-level katana spirit was not in a hurry, and said faintly: "Boy, you don't know yet, but there is a good evil spirit that has invaded the eighty-one sword spirit map. Although I didn't grab much, it was enough for me. When your super realm comes into play, even if you are a martial artist, you still can't escape from my grasp."
"What do you mean?" Wang Dong had a premonition that something was wrong.
The fifth-level katana spirit seemed to like Wang Dong's current expression, and continued to explain: "That evil spirit is really delicious, boy, let me tell you the truth, there are two special sword spirits sealed in the eighty-one sword spirit diagram; one is There is another kind of friend of the old guy, like me, who is the enemy of the old guy.”
"Except for the first level five sword spirit who is the old guy's wife, the next five level sword spirits are all eager to deal with the old guy's descendants."
The fifth-level katana spirit became more and more excited as he talked, and finally said with evil energy: "The guys behind the strongest evil energy have absorbed it. With this power, they are likely to break through the constraints."
Wang Dong understood, and at the same time felt a deep uneasiness. Although the evil spirit did not bring him any trouble now, it might not be certain in the future, and it would very likely destroy the balance of the entire Blade Spirit Map.
"Gulu!" He couldn't help but swallowed, this was indeed a trouble.
"Hey, boy, are you scared?" The fifth-level katana spirit gloated.
"Humph, I'm afraid of them, but you and I can still fight!" Wang Dong shouted, raising his sword and fighting with the spirit of the fifth-level katana. He is now an eighth-level samurai, so it's possible that he still can't deal with a fifth-level samurai. Dao Ling.
Wang Dong soon realized that he was wrong, and how wrong he was. After a fight, the fifth-level katana spirit stepped on his face, picking his nose with disdain.
"It's rubbish, it's rubbish. It's a pity that this damn ban can't kill you with one blow." The fifth-level katana spirit kept shaking his head, then kicked Wang Dong away with a kick, turned around and found a quick place to fall asleep. .
"I%￥*&..." Wang Dong was so angry. Although he wanted to rush forward and fight to the death, Mozhong still held back. He knew very well that the result would not change even if they fought again. This fifth-level katana spirit It's ridiculously strong, and if you go up any further, you'll just be humiliating yourself.
In the following days, Wang Dong tried his best to master the sword technique, and kept recalling the teachings of the sword spirit and the previous special sword spirits, but he still failed miserably.
He had to admit that the evil boy was really a genius. They were both heaven-level martial souls. Why was there such a big gap? He began to reflect deeply.
During this period, he also went out several times. Each time, his nose and face were bruised and swollen, which frightened the people on the battleship. The two sisters Lu Yu even looked worried. They really didn't understand how a person who was practicing in seclusion could have such a face. A look.
In the sword domain space, two figures faced off, one was extremely vigilant, and the other was picking his nose out of boredom.
Wang Dong no longer knows how many times this is the first time he has challenged the fifth-level katana spirit, but so far he has not struck a blow, even a punch on this damn guy's face.
"Do you dare not to be slapped in the face?" This is the first time for so many kings to surrender and make a request.
The evil boy flicked his nose and asked, "I can't kill you. If I don't slap you in the face, why should I slap you in the face?"
The evil boy moved, his whole body reached the extreme speed, and his sword skills were even more fierce. They were all the realm that Wang Dong aspired to.
Domineering, fearless, and possessing the power of a sword.
"Buzz!"
With the last sound of the knife trembling, the evil boy went to sleep again. Wang Dong crawled for a long time before he got up. This time it was particularly miserable. This time he finally did not dare to muster the courage to walk out of the knife domain space.
Also this time, he made up his mind that in the next battle, he would definitely blow the evil boy's face into pieces.
This time Wang Dong rested for two full days. On this day, he took advantage of the evil boy's sleep and kicked him in the face, and felt so good after that.
After that, there was an endless battle. The evil boy became angry and shouted that he would not hit anyone in the face, but at the same time he punched Wang Dong in the face.
Wang Dong was still defeated in this battle, but he was defeated very happily, even though he was beaten into a pig's head.
From then on, he seemed to have found confidence. If he didn't challenge the evil boy, he would feel uncomfortable all over ten or eight times a day. Strangely enough, it seemed that he had been beaten too much. Now his face was bruised and swollen in the morning, but he could get better in the afternoon. Er Jing, there is nothing wrong with this. Even the evil boy is depressed about this.
With this period of arduous and outstanding years, Wang Dong's sword skills have also improved by leaps and bounds. From the beginning, he had no power to parry, and now he fights the evil boy for 300 rounds in one breath before being beaten into a pig's head. This is already a huge feat. leap.
However, Wang Dong was not satisfied. Finally, taking advantage of the evil spirit, the young man accidentally used the quadruple sword that had been pressed for a long time. This sword was domineering enough and its power was unprecedentedly powerful.
But just when Wang Dong looked forward to seeing the evil boy blooming with hope, his expression froze.
"Sixteen times the knife!"
With a slight blow of the knife, Wang shouted with disdain and provocation. Instead of seeing the evil boy's face blooming, he saw his own face blooming.
"It shouldn't be. You are only a fifth-level katana spirit. How can you jump directly to the sixteenth-level sword?" A few days later, Wang Dong was still frightened when he thought of that incident, and asked the evil boy loudly.
The evil boy was disdainful and looked at him with contempt, and said: "Bumpkin, who told you that after four times the sword, it will be five times the sword? What's the point of practicing like this? Isn't it so simple that even a pig's head can be practiced?"
A series of questions knocked Wang Dong unconscious. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had always thought so.
The evil boy was picking his nose and scraping it on a long knife, and said lazily: "The original double knife did not have a triple knife. It was made to take care of you rookies. The old guy knows what is real." A double knife?"
The king shook his head.
"I'll kill you with a booger." The evil boy hit Wang Dong with a booger and almost caused another fight. "Since it's a double sword, it has to be doubled. Four times is followed by sixteen times, and sixteen times is followed by It’s thirty-two times, then sixty-four times, and then it’s a hundred times the sword, a thousand times the sword, and even ten thousand times the sky.”
Wang Dong's eyes widened, and he felt that his understanding of the world of swords was once again overturned. He suddenly found that he was too following the rules in his practice. No matter it was Xiao Wu, the ancient sword spirit, or the damn young man in front of him, none of them... None of them have their own personality, and his sword lacks this, and even such a small realm cannot be understood.
(End of chapter)