Chapter 672: Gathering Sword
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Jia Mingluo asked himself and conquered all worlds for a hundred years, so he can be regarded as having a lot of experience. But at this moment, he couldn't help being stunned.
It can be seen that Zong Shou is using the sword in his hand to control death. But why can this spirit of death coexist with kingly martial arts without any conflict?
Under the rule of Zongshou, it is not some kind of Ming Kingdom!
There are many doubts in his chest, but seeing Zong Shou's movements and expressions at this time, he knows that there is absolutely no room for turning around between the two parties.
Between the two today, you must die!
Wuxia also thought about it, the countless Chigang Divine Thunder suddenly exploded, also filling the sky.
And in the next instant, Zong Shou's sword had already slashed across the sky!
The death energy is dark, and the sword shadow seems to exist between the two worlds of life and death, ethereal and elusive.
The mighty gray and white air, together with the thousands of ghosts, screamed crazily. Make this world into black and white,
Astonishingly, with just one "sword", the scarlet red power grid that covered the sky was torn apart, and it went straight to twenty feet in front of him.
They are obviously just dark souls with a breath of death and darkness, but at this moment they are not afraid of the scarlet thunder gang, on the contrary they have the potential to crush it.
King Jiamingluo even felt that his whole body was almost frozen, and the cold went to the marrow of his bones. The energy in the body, under the attack of this dead air, disappeared in a trace!
The beating of the heart almost stopped, so frightening?
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Why does it give people a feeling that they are already dead before the sword arrives?
This idea came to Jia Mingluo's mind again, just as the sword shadow was approaching him. With a sudden roar, the blood in the body suddenly surged against the flow! It exudes magma-like heat, driving all the evil spirits out of the body.
Draw a knife and slash angrily, and the sword clashes. With a huge force, the sword shadow was blown away. Then without hesitation, he bullied Zong Shou.
To prevent Zong Shou from using his superior swordsmanship, there is only this melee combat method!
In the past three months, he has tried repeatedly. After dozens of battles in a row, the Heavenly Demon King was pushed to the brink several times!
It's just that today, as soon as I got close, I already felt so different from before.
The cold and deadly air of the expelled place haunts the body all the time. They are pervasive, piercing into his body.
As long as there is a little carelessness and a slight flaw, it will be invaded into the flesh and blood of the body, taking away a trace of vitality.
Swords, swords and swords flickered alternately in the void one after another. But every time they hit each other, a series of sparks would be sparked.
The sound of the blade trembling resounded even hundreds of miles away.
At the beginning, Jiaminluo was almost thoughtless. Only follow the instinct of the body, which has been tempered through thousands of tempers. Keep out the knife, and then out the knife.
I just wish that the knife gang would be stronger and the speed of the knife increased!
The little thought left was only driving the Chi Lei Saber Intent, paying attention to Zongshou's sword path, so as not to fall into the opponent's trap.
But gradually, he felt that the heavy knife in his hand was also filled with gray and white air, gradually spreading to the handle of the knife.
The blade was also constantly shaking, dropping traces of metal dust.
This is the knife in his hand, aging and decaying, a sign of constant disintegration.
He couldn't help letting out a breath of cold air. The mouth in his hand, but a genuine eighth-rank mage, couldn't stop the death air from attacking?
With a sharp force of pressure, Zong Shou's sword light was gradually compressed to about ten feet around his body, and it was difficult to stretch it out.
But precisely after about a thousand blows, Jia Mingluo's figure suddenly retreated violently.
Not only did he discard all the victories he had accumulated before. Even at the risk of being chased by Zong Shou, he retreated thousands of feet.
Chigang Shenlei, with blood in his body, rushed back again. With a 'huh,' Jia Mingluo spit out a strong gray air, and once again expelled most of the meditative air gathered in his body.
The knife in his hand also rang. Countless gray and white auras were also completely wiped away.
After that, he was extremely apprehensive, and took another look at Zong Shou.
I just feel that this kind of swordsmanship is not as exquisite as the Nine Nine Dragon Shadow Sword before, and there are not many changes.
But it is even more unpredictable. Compared with the Dragon Shadow Sword, it is more suitable for close combat.
Especially the power of death, which takes life away. His cultivation was slightly worse, but he died on the spot!
If you talk about the level of this swordsmanship, it's really hard to comment!
In terms of power, when it reaches its peak, it can be compared to the tenth-level holy spirit level, or even the eleventh-level magical power level martial arts!
It's just that to use this sword, you have to pay a huge price!
Lifting the heavy saber obliquely, even when Jia Mingluo was trying his best to expel the dead energy in his body, he still retained 70% of his strength, and most of his divine sense, to watch Zong Shou's every move,
At this time, he suddenly raised his eyelids again, and looked at the opposite side indifferently: "Your Majesty, not only how much life energy has been consumed by using this sword? How long can you last if your life span is less than thirty years?" ?”
Zong Shou was also quietly perceiving the body, not intending to pursue it.
Hearing the words at this time, he secretly laughed. In fact, he didn't understand why he used this sword technique now, but his lifespan didn't even decrease, and he was riddled with life and death. It just eliminated a little bit of vitality in his body, which was insignificant.
Coincidentally, that little Jin Hanxi turned into light spots and flew towards him one after another, landing on his shoulder.
If he had the soul power of the primordial spirit, he would have a total of 200,000 ghosts in the airspace at this time!
Although the number is much smaller than the battle that broke Lianyun Island that day. But in terms of the strength of spirits, the two hundred thousand ghosts here are far superior.
Therefore, the power of the Styx Death Sword he cast at this time is far greater than that of that day!
It is also enough to supply the consumption of the refining sword in his hand!
But at this time, what these two little fellows brought him were the primordial souls of a few seventh-order night demons.
After the Heaven Realm, the primordial souls of these people already had the power to resist his Styx sword, and they had never been conscripted.
At this time, little Jin Hanxi took the bolt, and Zong Shou threw it into the sword of refining without hesitation!
In the sea of souls, there was once again the blue flame burning. And the Hanguang Pill in the sea of qi, just a few short breaths, fully recovered the previously consumed inner breath, and the spiritual veins condensed in the body were also recovering their spiritual power at an astonishing speed.
In the past, it was absolutely impossible to have such a long-lasting power.
Zong Shou laughed long, and there was another 'click, loud noise' from behind him.
It was as if something had split open, and more deadly yin energy rushed out like a bank bursting.
The turbulent torrent covered the sky for three hundred miles. Zong Shou's figure charged upwards, and then brought up thousands of pale sword qi, and fell down, enveloping Jia Mingluo's figure in it all!
It also gave up all the changes in swordsmanship, and only wanted to be stronger, faster, and more unpredictable, the sword of death!
Jia Mingluo's eyes narrowed, and he took another breath, which brought the whole body's energy back to its peak state.
Then without hesitation, the knife in his hand rushed forward again.
It is also more domineering and fiercer!
At this time, not only Zong Shou's murderous fighting spirit was unprecedentedly strong.
The same is true for him, Jia Mingluo! If he could kill this son earlier, the situation of the remnant army under his command would be even better!
After the blow, the figures of the two trembled slightly. Beside the corners of the lips, there was a little blood oozing out. The force coming from the blade made it impossible for the bodies of the two of them to bear it!
But immediately after that, there was an even more violent collision! The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword seemed to have turned into two gusts of wind, intertwined in one place and never separated.
In the blink of an eye, another thousand strikes. In Jia Mingluo's pupils, a haze gradually emerged.
In this sword technique, the more ghosts gathered, the stronger the power?
Looking down, there are constant deaths in battle. Then those who were lucky enough not to be completely extinguished, their souls had not had time to dissipate before they were attracted to the sky by the force of Zong Shou's sword.
No wonder Zong Shou didn't use those spiritual methods to contain the
As a night demon, it was the first time for Jia Mingluo to look forward to it, looking forward to the sunrise as soon as possible.
Looking at the sky again, there should be more than an hour before dawn! It's not far from the rising sun!
The only thing that made him gratified was that despite being in the central direction, they were still at loggerheads.
The chief general of the Chinese army under Zong Shou's command, with only 800,000 soldiers, has almost the same number of night demons firmly blocked from the gap.
But on the two wings, there is continuous progress.
If you continue, at noon at most, you can reach the top of Qixia Mountain and get out of the predicament! Even wipe out these two million enemies!
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"Morning is approaching!"
Beside the cliff, a wide and huge stone altar stretched out from the high cliff next to it.
It is more than a hundred feet wide and protrudes out of the mountain. It can barely be called burly and magnificent.
Especially recently, after the renovations.
At this time, Kong Rui stood in the center of the altar, facing the hole of King Wen's hexagram money to his eyes. Looking at the sky, the northern starry sky.
This is the altar of offering sacrifices to heaven in Qiantian Mountain, which is one of the forbidden places in Qiantian Mountain City. It's just that he is now the supervisor of Sitian, so he can appear here in a legitimate way.
The method of divination is either to use the huge earth energy to calculate.
Either try to get rid of the power of heaven and earth, the image of the person performing the spell.
The altar for offering sacrifices to heaven here is not connected to the sky, but you can see the stars in the sky. Now, just pick up a little bit of air.
It can be regarded as an excellent place for surgery.
"White Qi is at its peak, and stars are blooming."
Kong Rui's mood was uncontrollably agitated at this time.
In about an hour or so, the radiance of the star that shakes the light and breaks the army will be visible to all those who have mastered the method of stargazing in the entire cloud world?
At that time, even when the sun was shining, there was no way to cover up the brilliance of Pojunxing,
Not long after that, it was Yao'er who shocked the world.
He won the bet with Chongxuan!
It's just that at this time, the original words are already empty words.
I don't know such a strange scene, can that Chongxuan see it at this time?
But at this moment, what he cares most about is his daughter's imminent death.
The next moment, Kong Rui made a sound of 'wait', which was slightly unexpected.