"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The sword demon opened his mouth and spat out three good words, one word at a time.
Liu Qiankun smiled brightly and said: "I must take advantage of the fire stick versus the broken knife." After saying that, he made two empty blows on the rusty ancient sword in his hand.
Mie Po's pupils suddenly shrank, he held the hilt of the knife with both hands and raised it above his head, and shouted loudly: "Mie Po Slash!" The sound of the cry exploded like thunder, shocking Liu Qiankun.
"Hey! Uncle, please don't scare me, okay? You yelled for no reason and scared me to death..." Liu Qiankun was about to tease him a few more words, but suddenly his face changed and his eyes were fixed.
Stare at the top of Mie Po's head.
A faint shadow of a knife suddenly appeared a foot above his head, gradually solidifying in the void. Mie Po leaned forward, slashed the broken knife in his hand into the air, and shouted: "Kill!"
The shadow of the knife struck Liu Qiankun's head like a thunderbolt, and even the air was split with a hissing and exploding sound.
Liu Qiankun raised his palm, and two black lights shone directly on the whizzing sword shadow.
Boom boom!!
There were two earth-shaking loud noises in the air, and the scattered strong winds tortured every inch of the ground under Liu Qiankun's feet. The solid ground under Liu Qiankun's feet actually made a hoarse cracking sound.
Kakakaka!...
The winding cracks radiated like spider webs, and the raised mud and dust enveloped his whole body, and only a blurry figure could be seen.
The knife shadow in mid-air was penetrated by two large holes, shaking in mid-air, and boom! A thunder suddenly sounded in the void...
A bolt of lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot straight down from the void, hitting the swaying knife shadow without any hesitation. The knife shadow was instantly shattered into pieces and turned into bits of dust and scattered away.
Poof! Mie Po's body leaned forward fiercely, and he spat out a blood arrow from his mouth. The broken knife in his hand shattered with a crack, and fell to the ground with a clang.
"When the soul of the sword falls, the sword will no longer exist!" Mie Po murmured, stroking the remaining handle of the sword in his hand. The man seemed to have aged much older at this moment.
He never imagined in his wildest dreams that the kid opposite him actually had a spiritual weapon that could resist the sword. He never imagined that the collision of two heaven-defying spiritual weapons would cause thunder. It was this series of accidents that turned the sword he had been with for thousands of years into fragments all over the place.
…
Mie Po leaned down and gently picked up the fragments on the ground. Every time he picked up a piece, his body shook violently. When he finished picking up the last piece, his throat finally felt sweet, he spurted out another mouthful of blood, and he collapsed on the ground!
The sword slave in the distance watched all this quietly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He did not move, as if he was waiting for something.
The dust and smoke dissipated, revealing a naked figure. Liu Qiankun closed his eyes tightly. The gown on his body had already turned into fragments and scattered. Two blood stains extended from his ears to his cheeks, slowly dripping down his chin, and on his messy long hair.
Covered with mud and sand, he held the Sky-devouring Silver Fox tightly in his arms, with the Qingming Sword thrust sideways at his side, and the sword body trembled slightly...
He opened his eyes and gently touched the silver fox in his arms, only to see the man in black walking towards the back of the sword demon step by step. The long knife in his hand was lowered, and the tip of the knife dragged a thin line on the ground.
of scratches.
The Sword Demon, who was sitting on the ground, jumped up, turned around suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "You want to kill me?" The voice was very calm, as if he had expected it.
The man in black stopped his steps, his eyes flashed with light, and with one move of his sword, a black blade shot out of the air and struck at the chest of the sword demon.
The sword demon raised his left palm, and the spiritual energy in his body turned around, condensing a short sword that looked like a substance. He slid two feet away from the side of his body and was able to pass the long knife struck by the man in black.
How could the man in black do what he wished? The blade turned and swept across like lightning. The sword demon snorted and slashed diagonally with the short knife in his palm, and the man leaned forward.
choke!
The sound of Qingyue's metal ringing is endless, but Liu Qiankun can't hear it. Now there is only some chaotic buzzing in his ears!
The man in black drew the sword, held it with one hand, found a very tricky angle and swept it back, directly taking the sword demon's jaw, and quietly stretched his other hand behind his back.
The sword demon retreated violently, avoiding the life-threatening sword, and angrily said: "Good beast, I didn't expect that I would never be able to subdue you, and my thousands of years of hard work have been in vain!" The virtual sword in the palm turned into little silver rays and dispersed, and his face
Like gold paper, even breathing becomes rapid.
The man in black pointed his blade at Mie Po in the distance and sneered: "Liu Miepo, think about how carefree I, Hua Lie, was back then. You cut off my manhood and ruined my appearance, and I became a slave in the mountains for a thousand years. If I don't avenge this revenge, Hua will be a human being in vain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly pulled out two cones that were more than a foot long from his back. They were black and shiny, and the air was cold.
"Soul-eating cone!" Mie Po's face suddenly changed, with a hint of anger in his eyes, his steel teeth clenched, and the lines of flesh on his cheeks stood out.
This soul-eating cone is extremely difficult to refine. It requires the heart essence and blood of thousands of virgins to be tempered into the fangs of a thousand-year-old spirit snake. It takes hundreds of years to refine it. This thing is sent and received by the heart, and is specially designed to break the protective shield.
The body's spiritual energy is poisonous to kill the spiritual infant. It is extremely vicious.
Thousands of years ago, Mie Po couldn't stand his evil deeds, which were outraged by both humans and gods, and wanted to kill him, but this evil man knelt down and begged and disfigured himself.
With a single thought, Mie Po cut off his manhood with a knife and kept him as a slave. Unexpectedly, Hua Lie remained hidden and quietly forged such a ferocious thing. If there was a Tiger Soul Sword in his hand, he would naturally not be afraid. What could he do?
God's will plays a trick on people, and it seems that this time of destruction is inevitable.
"Hmph! Without the Tiger Soul Saber, today is the day you die!" Hua Lie said bitterly.
"Hahaha! I didn't expect that I would die here. It seems to be God's will!" The sword demon looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the sound shaking the world.
Hua Lie was not in a hurry to take action. He threw the long knife on the ground and said in a cold voice: "You have some unfinished business. You might as well talk about it. If you want to keep your Liu family lineage, you can't even think about it!"
When Mie Po heard this, his heart was shocked. He didn't expect that Hua Lie was so vicious that he wanted to kill all members of the Liu family. Suddenly, he saw a person and his heart suddenly became enlightened.
Mie Po exhaled a breath of turbid air, stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Qiankun, who was staring blankly at him not far away, and said loudly: "Mie Po has never asked for help in his life. Today I made an exception. After Mie Po's death, please don't embarrass that little man.
Brother!" The words were mixed with the aura of the earth spirit, and the sound was like a loud bell that spread for miles.
Hua Lie smiled sinisterly and said: "That boy has a lot of treasures. Do you know why I took out two soul-eating cones?"
Mie Po frowned and said, "Is it possible that you want to take his life?"
"Stop talking and accept your fate!" Hua Lie shouted loudly and raised the soul-eating cone in his hand.
call out!
A white light shot out, blood suddenly appeared, and a short and shrill wail sounded in the wilderness...
(Brothers! Two more chapters are here. Xinghui is not a thousand-word novel. Each chapter is as long as two chapters of others. Please give your unanimous support. If you have an empty bookshelf, you might as well put this story on the shelf so that you can follow it later.