Chapter 39: The Death of the Healer (Tears for Recommendation Ticket Collection)

In the strong wind, the two sword glows in the air split into four. Before the ice rain talisman exploded, it pierced into the talisman.

Just follow the trend of the spiritual energy and make a slight rotation. Just make these four talismans invalid. It all turned into wisps of icy cold air, escaping in all directions. Freeze all the raindrops around.

The man in the white robe was dismissive and full of confidence. It wasn't until the ice talisman was completely broken that he was shocked.

"You are an innate martial artist? No!"

It's not like he hasn't heard of such a talisman-breaking method. But in such a situation, it should appear at the level of a congenital martial artist, or this person's own talisman attainments are several times better than him!

If it was the former, he could be easily killed with a raise of hand, effortlessly. If it's the latter, it's even more ridiculous! How many talisman skills can a martial artist who practiced Qi and definitely not reach the level of a secret martial artist master? Even if this person is a dual cultivator of spirit and martial arts, it is absolutely impossible!

The next moment, only a small figure was seen walking out of the white ice mist.

The effects of the two magic talismans, Feng Qian and Stepping Shadow, all faded away at this moment, and Zong Shou's real figure appeared.

When that delicate and handsome face was reflected in the pupils of the middle-aged man in white clothes, the expression that was already full of astonishment suddenly turned into a trance again.

"This person seems to be that Zongshou? Is this a substitute or disguise?"

With no time to think about it, the middle-aged man in white suddenly made a seal with his left hand, and the mahogany sword in his right hand slashed obliquely in a mysterious way, cutting off the two white wax lamps.

"No matter where you come from, I, Qi Xiao, will kill you here today! Eagle One, Snake Three, don't let me out! Guard!"

Two huge clouds of mist appeared following the sound. Suddenly rushed out from both sides, mixed with the smoke of the soul-fixing incense, they all turned into entities, showing animal shapes.

A kite eagle with a body about two feet in size 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, and stopped in front of the altar. Around the body are several pieces of wind armor condensed, surrounding the body.

Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, but his figure still did not stand still.

With a flick of his right hand, a pitch-black wooden can in his sleeve was immediately thrown into the air. Just as the harpy eagle began to dive. This unremarkable black wooden can exploded with a bang.

I saw a group of silver brilliance flashing inside, and countless silvery white tentacles burst out like tough iron ropes. Then, like an octopus, it tied up the hawk tightly and entangled it tightly.

And Zong Shou on the ground also exhaled heavily, adjusted his thoughts to be absolutely calm and rational, and then accelerated again!

Although his physique with dual veins is extremely weak, there is one thing that other people can't match. Once the temporary coordination of the two parallel chakras is achieved, then the explosive power of this body is unrivaled in the world!

The Stepping Shadow Sword in his hand was thrown forward violently, causing a sharp scream in mid-air.

Then, with his left hand empty, with the speed of lightning, on the remaining Feng Qian sword, he wrote a blood talisman again.

"Sunder armor!"

A faint cold light immediately flowed at the tip of the Feng Qian sword. And Zong Shou only felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head, and almost all the remaining soul power was taken away, making him almost unconscious on the spot.

Biting the tip of his tongue violently, he forced himself to gather his energy. The killing intent in Zong Shou's eyes also accumulated to the extreme.

The cobra on the opposite side hesitated for a moment, then turned its head to the side, avoiding the shadow stepping sword that pierced through the air.

However, in the next moment, the energy under Zong Shou's feet exploded violently, pushing his body forward. The speed of running increased by half again in an instant! Behind him, afterimages suddenly appeared.

With just a flicker of the sword tip of Feng Qianjian, it pierced through the wind armors from the most unbelievable place, piercing the cobra's seven inches, piercing through with one sword!

Seeing this, the man in white sneered.

Ordinary spirit beasts will die immediately after receiving this sword. But this cobra, before death, was a fourth-order wind snake. When it was made into a soul beast, it dropped to the second-order. However, since then, this beast has no longer a physical body, and has inherited the abilities of some fourth-order spirit beasts.

Unless it is in the realm of secret martial arts, which can injure its spirit, ordinary martial arts and swords cannot harm it!

This person's sword is indeed extremely wonderful. Even as a healer, he couldn't help applauding.

Unfortunately, this guy chose the wrong opponent. Perhaps in the next moment, he will be stalked and killed by this wind snake spirit beast on the spot.

Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man in the white robe looked with great interest at the silver-white creature in the distance that looked like a slime animal. I am very interested in this thing that can bind his soul beast.

But after only half a breath, that calm look was replaced by panic. His complexion also turned pale, without even a trace of blood.

I saw the thin and small figure in front of me shake the sword slightly, and the mighty wind snake soul beast began to collapse and disintegrate, showing the tendency to dissipate impressively!

Then the whole body of the snake turned into a vortex of smoke, which was sucked away by the tip of the hidden wind sword.

"Swallow yuan!"

A large amount of psionic energy, a trace of essence, and the majestic soul power of the fourth-order beast soul poured into Zong Shou's body frantically. The sea of ​​soul power was filled again, and the dried up meridians were filled with true energy again.

But under Zong Shou's control, all the soul power and inner energy exploded again, turning into pure power, penetrating into his limbs and bones.

The sword shadow flashed again, and after a strange turning point, a lightning-fast sword light pierced towards the center of the altar in an erratic manner.

And 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 blue finger on his left hand, squeezed it hard, and immediately stretched a layer of air in front of him.

Two pairs of big sleeves, drumming forward. Immediately, hundreds of talismans flew out from the sleeves.

Just when he was about to detonate it, he heard a childish and incomparably cold chuckle beside his ears.

"Sunder armor, die!"

I saw a mass of white light flashing suddenly on the Fengfeng Qianjian, and in the blink of an eye, several light and shadows with extremely small amplitudes were swung out. It actually forcibly broke open several talismans in midair one after another. Then this ball of white light, engulfed by the bursting flames and cold air, as well as the psionic energy, directly pierced that layer of air wall!

The most direct and safest way to kill a soul master is to break his sea of ​​souls!

The sword light flashed again, and the white-robed man felt a slight pain between his brows, like an ant biting him. Immediately, a bone-piercing chill swept over.

It was the icy sword, the icy feeling after piercing deeply into the brain. And the eyes of the white-robed man gradually became lax.

But at the end, suddenly a mouthful of blood mist spit out from his mouth and sprayed it on Zong Shou's face. This clear and handsome face suddenly became a bit ferocious.

But in the dull eyes of the middle-aged man in the white robe, there is now a bit of disbelief and bewilderment.

"There is no disguise, and it's not an illusion. You are Zongshou, the heir of Qiantian Mountain! No, the real Zongshou should be a cripple who can't do anything. How could you be him? You're still only cultivated My pulse and soul power are only concentrated. Hehe! I, Qi Xiao, would lose to a child today. It’s ridiculous, ridiculous! In this world, there are still such strange numbers—”

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