Chapter 86 Controlling the Sword with Soul

"Such a genius, who dares to say that he is useless?"

Gao Yi's complexion suddenly turned pale again. Not so long ago, he was one of those blind men.

On the east side of Yunlu, as long as they are martial artists, most of them are proficient in bow and horse. However, Zong Shou's exquisite archery skills are not one in a million. Among thousands of people, there is no one to be found.

A person who can open a strong bow twenty times in a row within ten breaths is even less likely to be a worthless waste in his imagination!

The thirteen-year-old Seven Meridian Secret Martial Artist can shock the world no matter where it is placed.

What is this person trying so hard to hide his strength? Is he really the rumored dual-vein body?

It's ridiculous that I didn't realize the difference before.

Such a scheming, such a talent, if he waits until this child grows up, will it be worth it?

I couldn't help being startled, panicked, and murderous. Turning to look at the old man surnamed Mi, only to see that the old man shook his head after contemplating for a while: "The matter has become too serious, and we can't hide it! Let's talk about it later. This son may have some skills, but we are still like killing him." Dog. This kid hides his strength, but he can't help it. No one can tolerate him—”

It was a whip suddenly, and it was drawn on the Wind Riding Horse, and it suddenly accelerated. Gao Yi's expression sank, he glanced behind him coldly, and hummed softly with murderous intent, which also followed closely behind. He secretly sneered, he was conceited and calm, but today he almost messed up because of this dying person.

Suddenly, a lion's roar resounded from behind. The sickle-tailed lion was furious. Seeing the ten knights who were full of murderous aura just now, they disappeared in an instant. Immediately, the momentum revived, and the lion took advantage of the momentum. The scattered psionic energy suddenly gathered and roared angrily. The few cloud stepping horses that were so startled that they could still stand, neighed in panic again.

Then with a sudden leap, he leapt directly over the fallen ponies. The remaining two knights were also thrown off.

But at this moment, the two wind-riding horses in front had already accelerated. Neither Gao Yi nor the innate martial artist had any intention of turning around and fighting. Directly throw the remaining few knights away and run quickly to the distance.

After all, the speed of the sickle lion is still far inferior, but its explosive power is slightly stronger. The injury itself is not serious, and he has run thousands of feet before, and he is already showing fatigue. In just a moment, the distance between the two became farther and farther.

Seeing this, Gong Xinran breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know whether it was peace of mind or regret. Staring at Gao Yi's back, he felt a sense of dizziness attacking his brain.

Chuxue also felt inexplicably annoyed and depressed, but also felt a little relaxed. It is indeed a pity that Gao Yi was not killed. She didn't have to face that innate martial artist, but it also relieved her.

Zong Shouze looked dull and expressionless. The lightning in his eyes flickered endlessly, and the trace of blood red, the violence and madness implied in it, has not receded, but became more intense.

Suddenly, he frowned and looked forward. I saw that Gao Yi, who was riding the wind-riding steed and gradually going away, was showing a sarcasm, looking from afar, his murderous intent was evident.

The two knights who were thrown off in the rear also gradually caught up from behind. Even the secret martial artists whose mounts were killed and fell off their horses also stood up one after another and chased after them.

Seeing the two men and two horses, they almost disappeared from his sight. The two knights at the back were also no more than ten feet apart. Zong Shou's chest was surprisingly cold.

He didn't feel unwilling or depressed, only the murderous intent in his chest was unprecedented. Dang boiled in his lungs, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost couldn't breathe.

Chuxue sighed softly, made a handprint, and urged Han Minghu, who was beside her, to go behind her. He pressed the sword at the side of his waist again, and was about to jump off the lion's back. However, Zong Shou suddenly heard another chuckle in front of him, that voice was cold, as if it contained endless chill, and also carried a bit of resolute and unruly meaning.

"Xue'er, I'll see you later, take good care of my physical body! If I can't get rid of this loftiness, I can't think freely!"

"Young master, the flesh—"

Chuxue was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, she felt that within ten feet of her surroundings, her yin power suddenly prevailed. Zong Shou's body in front also suddenly softened. Falling backwards, he hastily reached out to hold him up. You can just see Zong Shou's forehead, a cloud of blue mist rising up. Faintly, Zong Shou's voice seemed to be heard in his ears.

It was also incomparably cold, with killing intent soaring into the sky. Standing next to the ear, it looks like Hong Zhong Da Lu, like thunder.

"I can forgive thousands of people, but only this one will not forgive!"

When the sound fell, there was only another clear sound. Inside Zong Shou's sleeve, several willow-leaf talisman knives that he carried with him suddenly flew up and left his body along with the cloud of green smoke. The Pine Wind Sword inserted into the head of the sickle-tailed lion was forcibly pulled up by a force and flew into the air.

The sound of howling swords immediately shook the wilderness. Not only the few knights behind that were subconsciously startled.

Even the old man surnamed Mi and Gao Yi, who were hundreds of feet away, turned their heads back in amazement again.

When he saw the blue smoke rising, the old man surnamed Mi couldn't help but exclaimed again: "This boy not only opened up the seven meridians of the body chakra, but also cultivated both spiritual and martial arts!"

Gao Yi was also shocked, almost speechless, but for a moment he smiled dismissively: "It's just crazy, a person who has only reached the spiritual realm, dare to go out at night at this time? He is not afraid of the wind blowing to death -"

Before the words fell, they stopped abruptly. I saw the cloud of light smoke, when it was about to disperse. Suddenly it was a group of purple electric grids, which suddenly shone, wrapped the cloud of smoke, and gathered into a group, which was not affected by the strong wind.

Then the next moment, I saw a group of bluish-white moonlight shining in the air. Gao Yi's pupils dilated violently, and the old man surnamed Mi also became slightly silent.

The sword light was like the moon, and it only flickered slightly. The two knights who had chased to the side of the sickle-tailed lion suddenly threw their heads high, and two beams of blood gushed out wildly.

In just this instant, he cut off his head with a sword!

Where the sword shadow shone, almost all the vitality of the two secret martial artists was swallowed away. The corpse also turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, Zong Shou only felt that in his own mind, there were bursts of tearing pain. With the body of Yuanhun, the feeling of performing the Dafa of Swallowing Heaven and Yuanhua is different. Following the infusion of the essence and energy at the tip of the sword, the remaining thoughts of the two secret martial artists also followed and rushed. It caused him to be full of distracting thoughts, filling his mind, and it was almost impossible to maintain his consciousness.

It took a long time before he forcibly rejected it. In his spiritual consciousness, there is only a glimmer of extremely fierce murderous intent.

The yinhun surged, urging the pine-patterned wind sword to suddenly fold again, and rushed straight to the distance with swiftness and unparalleled momentum.

With one breath, in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the two people in front.

Gao Yi subconsciously leaned back. The mind was unconsciously captured by the sharp and sharp sword. For a moment, the gods were overwhelmed by it, and they couldn't even raise the thought of resistance.

The old man surnamed Mi beside him has calmed down, and snorted coldly: "If you have a little ability, you dare to be rampant in front of me! In the realm of cultivating spirits, you dare to learn how to use hun to control your sword! I, Mi Yuan, seem to be Don’t even want to keep your hands! Come down for me!”

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