Chapter Thirty-Nine The Death of the Spirit Master (Tears)
In the fierce wind, the two sword lights in the air suddenly split into four parts. Before the ice rain talisman exploded, it penetrated into the talisman.
Just following the trend of the spiritual energy and making a slight rotation made all four talismans ineffective. They all turned into wisps of ice-cold air and dispersed in all directions, freezing all the surrounding raindrops.
The man in white robe was dismissive and confident at first. It wasn't until all the ice talismans were broken that he became horrified.
"Are you an innate martial artist? No!"
It is not that he has not heard of such methods of breaking talismans. But such a situation should occur at the level of an innate martial artist, or the person's own talisman attainments are several times better than his!
If it's the former, you can easily kill him with just a raise of your hands, without any effort. If it's the latter, this is even more ridiculous! How many talisman techniques can a martial artist who practices qi and is definitely not at the level of a secret martial artist master?
Even if this person is a master of both spiritual and martial arts, it is absolutely impossible!
The next moment, only a small figure was seen coming out of the white ice mist.
The two spiritual talisman effects of Wind Diver and Shadow Stepping, affected by the counter-shock power of the ice talisman, all faded away at this moment, revealing Zong Shou's true figure.
When that delicate and handsome face was reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged man in white, his face, which was already full of astonishment, suddenly fell into a trance again.
"This person seems to be Zong Shou? Is this a substitute or a disguise?"
With no time to think about it, the middle-aged man in white suddenly made a seal with his left hand. The peach wood sword in his right hand made a mysterious arc and cut off all the two white wax lamps.
"No matter where you come from, I, Qi Xiao, will definitely kill you here today! Eagle One and Snake Three, don't let me out yet! Protect them!"
Two huge clouds of mist appeared with the sound. They suddenly rushed out from both sides, mixed with the smoke of the soul-fixing incense, and turned into entities one after another, taking on the shape of beasts.
A falcon with a body of two feet soared into the sky, spread its huge wings, and swooped down from the sky.
On the opposite side, there was a huge cobra, spitting out snake letters, blocking the way of the altar. Several pieces of wind armor condensed around it, surrounding it.
Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, but his figure still did not stop even half an inch.
With a flick of his right hand, a pitch-black wooden jar in his sleeve was immediately thrown into the air. Just as the falcon began to dive, the inconspicuous black wooden jar exploded with a bang.
I saw a ball of silver brilliance flashing inside, and countless silver-white tentacles, like tough iron ropes, exploded out. Then they were like octopuses, tightly binding the falcon.
entangled.
Zong Shou on the ground also took a deep breath, adjusted his thoughts to an absolutely calm and rational state, and then accelerated again!
Although the physical strength of his body with two chakras is extremely poor, there is one thing that cannot be matched by others. Once the two parallel chakras are temporarily coordinated, the explosive power of this body is unrivaled by anyone in the world.
!
The Shadow Stepping Sword in his hand was thrown forward suddenly, causing a sharp scream in the air.
Then with his left hand free, with lightning speed, he wrote another blood talisman on the remaining Feng Qian sword.
"Breaking armor!"
A faint cold light immediately flowed at the tip of the Fengqian Sword. Zong Shou also felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head, and almost all the remaining soul power was sucked away, making him almost unconscious on the spot.
He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely again, forcing himself to gather his energy. The killing intent in Zong Shou's eyes also gathered to the extreme.
The cobra on the opposite side hesitated for a moment, then ducked its head to the side, avoiding the shadow-stepping sword that came through the air.
However, in the next moment, a ball of energy under Zong Shou's feet suddenly exploded, pushing his body forward. The speed of running increased by half again in an instant! Behind him, a series of residual energy was also pulled out.
film.
The tip of the Feng Qian Sword only flashed, and penetrated into those pieces of wind armor from the most incredible place, breaking seven inches of the cobra, and nailed it through with one sword!
When the man in white saw this, he sneered.
An ordinary spirit beast would die immediately after being struck by this sword. But the body of this cobra before death was a fourth-level wind snake. When it was made into a soul beast, it dropped to the second level. But since then,
This beast no longer has an entity, and has inherited some of the abilities of fourth-level spirit beasts.
Unless you are in the realm of secret martial arts and can damage its soul, ordinary martial arts and swords cannot harm it!
This man's sword was indeed extremely wonderful. Even as a spiritual master, he couldn't help but applaud and praise it.
It's a pity that this guy chose the wrong opponent. Maybe the next moment, he will be stalked and killed by this wind snake soul beast.
Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man in white robe looked at the silver-white creature in the distance with a body that resembled a slimy beast with great interest. He was quite interested in this thing that could trap his soul beast.
However, after only half a breath, his peaceful expression was replaced by panic. His face also turned pale, without any trace of blood.
I saw the thin figure in front of me, and with just a slight shake of the sword, the powerful wind snake soul beast began to collapse and disintegrate, and suddenly showed the tendency to dissipate!
Then the entire snake body turned into a vortex of smoke and was sucked away by the tip of the Wind Hidden Sword.
"Ten Yuan!"
A large amount of spiritual energy, a trace of essence, and the majestic soul power of the fourth-level beast soul poured into Zong Shou's body crazily. The soul power sea was filled again, and the dried meridians were once again filled with true energy.
However, under Zong Shou's control, all the soul power and inner energy exploded again, turning into pure power and penetrating into his limbs and bones.
The sword shadow flashed again, and after a strange twist, a sword light as fast as lightning stabbed into the center of the altar in an erratic manner.
Although the man in white robe was a little panicked, his movements were not in the slightest panic, and there was a hint of madness in the depths of his eyes at this moment.
"You can't kill me!"
He suddenly grabbed a green thumb on his left hand, squeezed it hard, and immediately opened a layer of air wall in front of him.
Two pairs of large sleeves bulged forward. Immediately, hundreds of talismans flew out from the sleeves.
Just when he was about to detonate it, he heard a childish and cruel chuckle.
"Break armor, die!"
I saw the breath of wind on the sword, and suddenly a ball of white light shone. In the blink of an eye, it waved out several extremely small light shadows. It actually forced several talismans in the air to break open one after another. Then this ball of white light,
Coupled with these bursts of flames and cold air, as well as the streams of spiritual energy, they directly penetrated the air wall!
The most direct and safest way to kill a soul master is to break his soul sea!
The sword light flashed again, and the man in white robe felt a slight pain between his eyebrows, like an ant bite. Then a biting coldness swept over him.
It was an icy cold sword that penetrated deeply into the brain. The eyes of the man in white robe gradually became blurry.
But at the end, a mouthful of blood mist suddenly spat out from his mouth and sprayed on Zong Shou's face. This clear and handsome face suddenly became a little ferocious.
But the dull eyes of the middle-aged man in white robe were now filled with a bit of disbelief and confusion.
"There is no disguise, nor is it illusion. You are Zong Shou, the prince of Qiantian Mountain! No, the real Zong Shou should be a useless person who is incapable of doing anything in culture or martial arts. How could you be him? You have only cultivated Fetal Breath II. Pulse and soul power are only at the upper level of Concentration. Hehe! I, Qi Xiao, would actually lose to a child today. It’s ridiculous, it’s ridiculous! There are such anomalies in this world——"
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