Ling Xiao calmed down and tried to control Xuan Que with his mind. With only a slight movement of his consciousness, Xuan Que actually swayed with a weak sword light and moved closer to Ling Xiao little by little.
Not long after, Xuan Que appeared in Ling Xiao's hand, but just as Ling Xiao was about to pull him up, something strange flashed across his face. His clenched right hand exerted force again, but Xuan Que never moved.
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This feeling is very strange. It is not that Xuan Que is heavy. On the contrary, Xuan Que is just floating quietly in the air. He does not feel the slightest gravity when holding it in his palm. But he just floats here silently, no matter how hard he exerts himself.
, unable to make him move at all.
Ling Xiao loosened his hands in confusion, a look of confusion on his face.
Before he could think about it, Xuan Que actually emitted an extremely deep and dark sword light at this moment. Ling Xiao subconsciously retreated, but Xuan Que suddenly grew in size at this moment, and the sword body reached the sky in just ten breaths.
, turned into a sword holding up the sky, standing proudly between heaven and earth!
The huge sword blade had surpassed anything Ling Xiao had ever seen. At a glance, he could not see Xuan Que's sword hilt.
His body instantly seemed insignificant. At this moment, Xuanque looked like an unattainable giant peak, looking down at the ants below.
Ling Xiao was shocked, but Xuan Que had already risen from the ground, and the sword energy soared into the sky, causing Ling Ran's air wave to instantly knock Ling Xiao back a hundred feet.
Ling Lie's sword power was like a surging wave, tearing apart Ling Xiao's body crazily. In a short time, traces of blood stains appeared on Ling Xiao's body surface. Horrifying wounds and sword marks continued to appear all over his body.
emerge.
In the outside world, Ling Xiao's body was suddenly shaken by a powerful air wave. Mu'er was unable to dodge and was injured by the air wave. A scarlet sword mark was cut on his hands.
Observing intently, Ling Xiao himself was swallowed up by a surging air wave ten feet away. Everything was crushed in an instant, forming a natural barrier.
The air wave did not continue to attack Mu'er, but merely pushed her back.
Mu'er frowned, and the air waves around Ling Xiao gradually condensed, transforming into countless sword energies, slashing at Ling Xiao crazily.
Ling Xiao's body was riddled with holes, most of his clothes were broken, and dripping blood was flowing down.
Upon seeing this, Mu'er ignored the air waves beside Ling Xiao and rushed directly into it with bare hands.
Perhaps it was due to the fire of destiny that Mu'er was not rejected, but the sword energy in him showed no mercy.
While wreaking havoc on Ling Xiao, nearly half of them had already attacked Mu'er.
Mu'er narrowed her starry eyes, raised her palms slightly, and a blue spiritual barrier appeared, covering herself and Ling Xiao.
The sword energy attack continued, Mu'er's figure flashed and stood directly behind Ling Xiao.
The barrier shrank, the azure luster became more intense, and countless sword energies raged wildly, killing them inexhaustibly and exhausting them.
A quarter of an hour later, the sword energy was still fierce, and even Mu'er, who was in the First True Realm, found it difficult to resist the long-term offensive.
In the spiritual world, Ling Xiao's physical injuries had just improved when Xuan Que descended from the sky again and landed directly in front of Ling Xiao.
The thousand-foot long Xuan Que stirred up thousands of feet of waves, and the sword edge spread like a sea.
Ling Xiao's body couldn't resist this wave of energy!
Before Ling Xiao could mobilize his spiritual power, a blue light appeared around him, and Mu'er's destiny fire also appeared in front of his eyes at this moment.
The two beams of light met and gradually merged to form a dancing colorful butterfly.
The colorful butterflies shone with dazzling luster, blocking Ling Xiao's body, and Xuan Que chopped down in the air!
The powerful pressure formed an extremely terrifying power storm below, and the thousand-foot-long sword directly struck the colorful butterfly.
The two fought against each other and refused to give in.
Ling Xiao's heart tightened. He knew that Mu'er must be outside and used all his strength to protect him.
With such an offensive, a touch of blood emerged from the corner of Mu'er's mouth, her teeth were clenched, but her body refused to take a step back.
The sword movement slowed down a bit, and Mu'er sighed lightly, then glanced at Ling Xiao who was still in trance, and his thin lips curled up with a look of disgust.
"I chose to enter the Tao in winter. I haven't slept for three days and have to look after you. Others who have entered the Tao have been quiet for decades, but you have simply been unable to deal with yourself!"
Mu'er's words are not wrong. There is no danger in entering the Tao, but once certain factors are touched, the injuries suffered in the spiritual world will be directly returned to reality.
In the darkness, Xuan Que suddenly rose from the ground and slashed a sword towards the sky!
The strike that created the world aroused a thunderous roar, and the monstrous sword edge directly knocked Ling Xiao back thousands of feet, and the black sky was cut through by the sword.
Ling Xiao's consciousness kept buzzing, and the violent surge of sword energy made him spit out a mouthful of blood.
The world enveloped by Xuan Que's black light was cut open ruthlessly by Xuan Que himself.
Then, the white daylight shone down, and the dark world began to collapse, until finally it was shattered into pieces.
"Hiss... uh... ah!"
Soul-tearing pain hit him, and Ling Xiao even let out a heart-rending scream. His miserable voice no longer sounded like a human being.
Bursts of light enveloped him, but it was like endless fire burning in his body.
The dual pain of body and soul made him almost faint.
But Ling Xiao held on to his head with both hands, holding on to the last trace of clarity and refusing to fall asleep, because he knew that if he fell asleep at this moment, his soul and consciousness would be traumatized, and even severely damaged that could never be repaired!
Outside the world, blood gushed out from Ling Xiao's seven orifices. Mu'er was shocked, but she didn't feel the slightest sword energy and could only watch Ling Xiao's face getting paler and paler.
Xuan Que emitted bursts of sonorous sword sounds, and the huge body could not be seen. Ling Xiao was overwhelmed by a strong sense of humiliation.
But he was not afraid, he still raised his eyes and stared at the towering Xuan Que.
The canthus of the eye was cracked, and everything about Xuan Que was extremely familiar to Ling Xiao, but at this moment, he could not remember the specific appearance of Xuan Que in his mind, and even Xuan Que's name had begun to be forgotten.
The pain of splitting his soul was unbearable. At this moment, he just wanted to desperately remember everything about Xuan Que.
Gradually... Ling Xiao's consciousness began to become blurry.
The day disappeared, and in the endless nothingness, Ling Xiao's fingertips touched lightly, constantly sketching the appearance of Xuan Que, and even the lines on the sword body were carved extremely delicately.
But the parts that were just sketched kept disappearing.
Ling Xiao didn't care and kept waving his hands, depicting Xuan Que's appearance over and over again.
Once, twice, three times...
Ling Xiao waved his hands desperately. At this moment, he was going crazy. His eyes were blood red. The more he sketched, the clearer his mind became.
Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times...
In the outside world, Mu'er has been guarding Ling Xiao for nearly ten days. At night, the only remaining star, just like Ling Xiao now, continues to shine in the dark night.
After countless copies, Ling Xiao had carved everything about Xuan Que into his soul. With his mind completely empty, he drew all the lines of Xuan Que.
Only this time, the sword he outlined did not disappear, but became even more dazzling.
Ling Xiao closed his eyes, tapped his fingertips, and completed the last stroke. The outline of Xuan Que burst out with light, and the flying sword flew out, shattering the void in an instant.
The outlined Xuan Que continued to grow in front of Ling Xiao until it was consistent with the Xuan Que in front of him. Under Ling Xiao's guidance, the two sides kneaded together in an incomparable fit.
Ling Xiao's whole body radiated a darker luster that was purer than the Xuanque sword light, and his own injuries were completely recovered in this dark luster.
The light faded and the world became peaceful again.
"Come!"
With just one word, Xuan Que instantly shrank to its previous size and floated in front of Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao's eyes were cold, and he lightly grasped his right hand, Xuan Que emitted the strongest sword light in history.
With a slight movement of thought, the air waves around Ling Xiao suddenly surged, lingering around Ling Xiao's body.
Thoughts are silent! Echoes are traceless!
The sword moves at will! Divine power is born!
Calm and still the water! Move like thunder!
At this moment, when he was thinking about the formula of the Fantasy Sword, Ling Xiao was able to copy the three-point artistic conception.
Silently, Ling Xiao's sword power became stronger and stronger, gradually forming air waves that overlapped each other.
This is the sword intention mentioned by Xie Shizi!
Xuan Que moved slightly, and the sword power came out instantly. For a moment, countless sword energy turned into a sharp sword edge with Xuan Que's swing!
The first form of the Phantom Sword Sword Technique: Thousand Blades!
Within three breaths, holding the sword in one hand, the Xuanque sword emerged like a dragon, bursting out layers of afterimages, turning into the sword's edge, and rushed forward.
The sword edge was fierce and fierce, rushing straight ten feet away, pouring out like raindrops. Each sword edge contained strong power, like a falling wave that surged endlessly.
Cutting out a hundred sword energy within three breaths, you have reached the Thousand Blades!
Ling Xiao also suddenly opened his eyes at this moment and returned to his original world.
A strong breath spread out, and the trees around him were swaying continuously.
Mu'er was also frightened by Ling Xiao. After seeing Ling Xiao wake up, her tense spirit relaxed instantly. She just smiled slightly. With her spirit relaxed, she fainted and fell into Ling Xiao's arms.
Ling Xiao looked at the scarred and exhausted Mu'er in his arms, and felt moved in his heart. Without Mu'er's help, he would never have been able to break through the shackles of the sword.
"I didn't expect that this little witch actually cares about me." Ling Xiao smiled lightly.
"That's right, this little girl has been guarding you for fifteen days." Xie Shizi said.
The 15th?!
Ling Xiao was surprised. He didn't know how long he had been in Taoism, but this late night was already colder than before.
For fifteen days without sleep, even an ordinary practitioner of the First Truth Realm would place a huge burden on the body, not to mention that he has to be distracted all the time to protect himself. However, Mu'er's practice is still so weird that it requires a long time.
Lethargy…
Lifting the beauty in his arms like soft jade, Ling Xiao didn't think much about it, but he felt quite guilty in his heart.
After sending her to the cave, Ling Xiao felt a warm feeling in his heart as he looked at her sleeping profile.
The two have experienced life and death together. In any case, they have been together day and night for half a year since they escaped from Huang Yuancheng.
"She's quite cute when she's quiet." Ling Xiao chuckled, covered Mu'er with a cotton coat, and slowly walked out of the cave.