Qingluo’s clean white robe was torn and stained with blood.
His hair was disheveled, he was injured a lot, and he was in an extremely miserable situation.
But Su Yi did not stop.
Ching Luo claims that his most powerful killing technique is a pair of fists.
What Su Yi is doing now is to use his fists to completely destroy the opponent on the road he is most proud of!
In the final analysis, although the power of Qingluona in the late stage of the spirit transformation realm is far superior to that of the same realm, it is enough to suppress great monsters in the spirit phase realm such as Yingque.
But in Su Yi's eyes, he is comparable to Qingshuang, a sword cultivator in the spiritual phase realm from the Tianxuan Realm.
Boom!
Su Yi's sleeves and robes fluttered, his palms clenched into fists, and he came in with a killing blow.
The general situation reaches the bright fist!
In Buddhism, the great power represents wisdom, light, and the resolution of disasters.
There are rumors that there is a Buddhist great power who attains the status of Bodhisattva. He is known as Mahasthamaprapta and is revered as Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva. He possesses boundless magical power and is worshiped by Buddhist monks.
Such a boxing technique comes from Xiaoxitian, the first Buddhist holy land in the wilderness, and is listed as one of the most powerful and powerful ancient boxing techniques among the nine groups of Xiaoxitian.
Those who practice this boxing technique will have the power to subdue dragons and tigers, be brave and courageous, and have the heart to drive away evil spirits and destroy demons!
At this time, as Su Yi performed such ancient Buddhist boxing scriptures, his power was as awe-inspiring as a god, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Qingluo sensed the danger and evaded immediately.
But after all, he was hit by the fist that enveloped all directions.
boom!
His figure was shot backwards, and there was a crisp sound of bones breaking in his body.
In the ruins of the Immortal Sword Tower, Ning Sihua, Cha Jin, and Wen Lingxue were all shocked.
They were worried that Su Yi would not be Qingluo's opponent before, after all, even Ying Que and other spiritual realm beings were suppressed and killed by Qingluo.
Who would have thought that from the beginning to the present of this battle, although Qingluo has shown terrifying combat power that far exceeds the previous one, he has been steadily suppressed by Su Yi!
Can’t even hurt Su Yi at all!
“I haven’t seen you for several months, and I don’t know what adventures Su Daoyou experienced in Daxia, and how powerful he was to such an incredible level..."
Ning Sihua was in a trance.
“Young Master was never defeated when he was in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is the same now!”
Cha Jin showed a proud look.
Wen Lingxue was taking care of Wen Changtai and his wife who had been rescued before. Hearing this, she felt inexplicably emotional and recalled many memories from her previous days in Guangling City.
The outside world.
“You guys must have a great background!”
Qingluo’s face was covered with blood and he looked very miserable.
But he didn't seem to care, staring at Su Yi as if he wanted to see through his whole body.
Boom!
Su Yi comes to kill again.
Seeing this, Qingluo's eyes filled with a cold and determined luster, and he murmured: "I won't lose!"
The voice was still echoing, and suddenly a wave of destructive power spread out from his broken and bloody body.
boom!!
Su Yi's palm shot from a distance was blocked by a bright silver glow that emerged in front of Qing Luo, and collapsed.
Su Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.
At this moment, Qingluo's body seemed to be burning, with transparent silver flames rising up.
His long black hair turned snow-white in an instant, and the skin all over his body was dim and cracked inch by inch, as if he had been drained of life and had aged countless years.
But his eyes are as bright as the blazing sun and cannot be looked into.
He put his right arm back and stretched out his hand to draw the sword. You can clearly see that in the spine of his back, there is a snow-white sharp edge coming out one by one.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
Every time the snow-white edge is pulled out, a harsh and chilling roar breaks out, like the sound of the teeth of a demon rubbing against each other.
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It makes people shudder.
“To feed the sword with one’s body?”
Su Yi showed a strange color.
The so-called feeding the sword with the body means that the practitioner uses the body as a furnace for raising the sword, using his own cultivation and essence and blood as nutrients to temper and nourish the spiritual sword, so that the spiritual sword becomes a part of the body, regardless of each other.
The sword is there for everyone, but the sword destroys everyone and dies!
Generally speaking, very few sword cultivators use this secret method to maintain their swords.
If you are too domineering, it is easy to go to extremes. If something goes wrong, you will actually hurt yourself.
“When I awakened, this sword was sealed in my spine.”
In the distance, Qingluo whispered, "I'm sure that as long as I pull out this sword, I can retrieve my memory and know who I am and where I come from."
As he drew his sword, a chilling and terrifying aura emerged, causing the earth to tremble and the void to become chaotic.
“But I dare not do it.”
Qingluo sighed softly, "Because I know better that after drawing the sword, all the vitality in my body will be swallowed up by this sword."
The voice carries a complex flavor, with both fear and helplessness.
But the movements in his hands did not stop.
At this point, the snow-white spiritual sword contained in his spine appeared out of nowhere!
锵!
The sound of the sword is like the roar of the ancient gods and demons, stirring up the sky and disturbing the wind and clouds.
The incomparable dazzling sword light was like the burning sun. It was extremely bright and illuminated the sea area extremely brightly.
Looking carefully, this sword seems to be made from white bone sacred jade. It is crystal clear and the aura it exudes is terrifying.
On the hilt of the sword, two small characters twisted like earthworms are engraved:
God’s fault!
Boom!
At this moment, under the pressure of the power of this sword, the power of the Nine Jue Sealing Heaven Formation that was originally covering the distance collapsed.
In the ruins of the Immortal Sword Tower, the light curtain suspended in front of Ning Sihua and others shattered and disappeared with a bang.
"this……"
Ning Sihua and others' expressions changed, and their hearts became more nervous than ever.
No one expected that the sword Qing Luo sacrificed at this last moment would be so terrifyingly powerful, which made them all worried about Su Yi.
at the same time--
When he saw this sword, a strange color appeared in Su Yi's eyes, what a demon sword!
“Sometimes, I suspect that I am the slave of this sword, and everything I own, including my life, is destined to be controlled by it.”
Qing Luo whispered, then he shook his head, looked at Su Yi, smiled and said, "However, if I can kill someone like Taoist Fellow with this sword, it will be worth my life."
His originally handsome face has become old, his hair is as white as frost, and his cracked skin is dull.
Only the spiritual sword in your hand is so dazzling that it cannot be looked at!
It was also at this time that Su Yi finally spoke and said: "I will not die, but as a sword slave like you who was chosen to feed the sword with your body, you will definitely die."
“Chosen? Sword Slave?”
Qingluo frowned, "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"
Su Yi said: "Your previous speculation is correct. This is a very rare demon sword. You are just its chosen slave. Not only will your memory be deprived of you, but your Taoism, cultivation, and life will also be lost forever."
will be its food."
Qingluo's pupils were slightly condensed, and then he laughed: "It's just a sword, how can it bite the master? Fellow Taoist, you said this, are you trying to mess up my mood and get a chance to survive for yourself?"
Undoubtedly, he did not believe what Su Yi said.
“Time is running out, fellow Taoist, I’ll send you on your way first!”
Qingluo said, suddenly jumped into the air, and slashed with his sword.
Boom!
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A dazzling snow-white sword energy crossed the sky, blazing and dazzling. The terrifying and boundless aura made the whole world wail, as if it was surrendering.
That level of power alone can kill any spiritual transformation monk in the world!
Su Yi did not retreat.
At the moment Qingluo attacked, he shook his head slightly, stretched out his right arm, and pointed a finger in the air.
A sword energy with an obscure aura swept up.
It was transformed by a breath of the Nine Hell Sword.
It seems to be an understatement and simple, but when this sword energy swept out, an indescribable and supreme pressure quietly appeared.
The originally chaotic void, disintegrating clouds, and turbulent sea surface all fell into a strange state of stillness at this moment, as if they had been completely suppressed and imprisoned.
The entire sea area with a radius of thousands of miles was shrouded in a terrifying and terrifying pressure.
Um?
Qingluo’s pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body became hairy. Is this?
boom!
Suddenly, a shattering explosion sounded in this silent and oppressive world.
Then the brilliant sword energy that Qing Luo slashed with him collapsed like fragile glass under Su Yi's sword!
This scene shocked Qingluo to the point of almost collapse.
This is his trump card at the cost of his life!
He was confident that under this blow, even a great monk in the spiritual wheel realm would be doomed to death!
But now, Su Yi, who only cultivated in the Star Converging Realm, was easily defeated!!
Without waiting for the blue magpie to return, Su Yi's sword remains unabated, and the emptiness is cut off.
Qingluo waved his sword to resist.
Dang!!!
With the deafening explosion, the snow-white sword flew away from his hand and shot backwards far away.
Qingluo was shocked and seemed to be in disbelief.
He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Su Yi in the distance, and murmured: "What you just said...is true?"
Su Yidao: "I wouldn't lie to a dead man."
"Am I...really just a sword slave who can't control his own life..."
Qingluo’s eyes were empty and soulless.
His body was suddenly cracked piece by piece, and then turned into fluttering ashes.
When he pulled out the spiritual sword named Shenjiu before, almost all his life was swallowed up by the spiritual sword.
Even though Su Yi's sword energy was blocked at this moment, the terrifying power had completely shattered his body and soul.
At this point, this young man with a strange origin has passed away!
"It would be easier for you to die like this."
Muttering softly to himself, Su Yi turned around and looked into the distance.
The peerless demonic sword that was once stored in Qingluo's back buzzed and trembled on the sea surface hundreds of feet away, spreading out bursts of enchanting and bright silver light.
It is clearly visible that the originally transparent body of this sword has a shocking crack.
Those are the marks made by Su Yi’s sword!
This was beyond Su Yi's expectation, because he didn't expect that this sword could block a breath of the Nine Hell Sword!
"Kill my sword slave and injure my sword body. I will remember you and will repay you tenfold in the future!"
And when Su Yi looked over, a cold voice with boundless anger came from the demon sword called Shen Jiu.
唰!
The sound was still echoing, and the demonic sword pierced through the air and disappeared into the vast horizon in an instant.
"Sure enough, there is a complete demon spirit dormant inside this sword..."
Su Yi is thoughtful.
The moment he saw the sword before, he roughly guessed some reasons.
Until he saw this scene, his suspicion was confirmed.