Chapter 140: The Battle of Swords and Souls, Who Told Me to Be Kind-Hearted

A peculiar wave suddenly spread to the entire Sword Worship City, and the sword of the city was constantly shaking and buzzing as if it had been inspired.

"How is this going?"

"My sword is out of control."

"Me too, my flying sword has been refining for decades, like an arm command, but now it's out of my control?!"

At the scene of the Swordsmanship Conference, the sound of sword chants shot into the sky.

Chu Kuangren, who was about to leave, also felt the fluctuation. In other words, he had already sensed the fluctuation just now.

But now even stronger!

The Kunwu holy sword in the sword box in the body is trembling.

Chu Kuangren took out the Kunwu Sacred Sword and brushed his fingertips over the blade to appease the Sacred Sword. After a while, the Sacred Sword gradually calmed down.

But the swords of other swordsmen were different.

The fluctuation in the distance became more and more intense, and the swords of countless sword cultivators were not controlled by their masters, and flew out on their own initiative, circling high in the sky.

This scene made the Jianxiu present at a loss.

The people of the Feng family looked into the distance, and their expressions changed greatly on the spot.

"That's the direction of Skyfire Valley!!"

"Damn, it's the sword soul, it's the sword soul that has an accident!"

In the distance, the valley.

A dazzling sword light soared into the sky!

In the light of the sword, a crystal-clear, crystal-like long sword emerged, and suddenly swept toward the scene of the sword-snatching conference.

Behind the crystal long sword, one after another silhouettes are chasing wildly, and the three headed by them are even more powerful.

"The direction of the sword soul is the scene of the sword-wielding conference!"

"Damn, I didn't expect this sword soul to be so powerful that it could tear apart the formation we set up. It's troublesome now."

"Hmph, no matter what, this sword soul must be obtained!"

"Sword Soul is going in the direction of the Sword Contest. This Sword Soul has no entity. It will definitely look for a sword to attach itself to, and block the scene of the Sword Contest. No one can let go of a sword!!"

This group of black monks is communicating.

At this time, the sword soul they were talking about, the crystal-like long sword, had already arrived at the scene of the Swordsmanship Conference.

The long swords hovering high in the sky seemed to be extremely excited, and they took the initiative to pounce on the crystal long swords.

Everyone had an inexplicable feeling.

Now these long swords are like hungry ghosts, and the crystal long sword is a stunning beauty.

clang clang clang clang clang clang clang...

The long swords rushed towards the crystal long swords frantically, as if to take this 'stunning beauty' as their own.

However, due to the large number, the swords collided with each other, and sparks were shot out. Some long swords with low grades and poor materials were directly broken into several pieces in the successive collisions and fell to the ground.

The crystal long sword dodged left and right among the countless swords, and even released sword energy one after another, knocking out the sword that was close to him.

Countless swordsmen were fighting for blood in the sky, and the group of sword masters below were stunned and dazed at the same time.

Only a few well-informed sword cultivators guessed something.

"This is... a sword soul!!"

"Oh my God, how can there be a sword soul here."

"Sword Soul... This is a dream existence for any sword cultivator! Once the sword soul is surrendered and attached to the sword, the level of the sword can be rapidly increased, and unimaginable power will erupt. , it is not impossible to even become an imperial soldier!"

"What exactly is going on?!"

The sword soul is a rare spiritual thing between heaven and earth. In the past 150,000 years, the sword souls born can be counted with a single slap.

"No matter what happened to him, let's get this sword soul first!"

There is a sword repair shot.

He rushed out, grabbed the sword that belonged to him in the air, activated his spiritual power, and smashed the rest of the swords one by one, stabbing the sword soul.

Just when Jian Xiu was about to succeed, he was blown away by a sword qi.

But it was another sword cultivator who stopped him.

"Hmph, if you want to get the sword soul, you have to ask me if I will answer it!"

"Yes, this sword soul is mine!"

"I originally came to compete for a century-old sword, but I didn't expect to encounter this sword soul. Haha, this is much more precious than any century-old sword. This trip is worthwhile, and this trip is worthwhile!"

"As long as I get the sword soul, my strength will definitely increase rapidly, and it is not even necessary to upgrade my sword to an imperial soldier!"

"Mass, if I have imperial soldiers, who can stop me in this world? What saints and Taoisms are all bullshit!"

All the swordsmen went crazy.

They looked at the sword soul, and their eyes were extremely fiery. For sword cultivators, this sword soul was more precious than Xuanhuang Emperor Qi!

All the sword cultivators rushed to the sky, took back their swords, and started a fight around the sword soul. A lot of sword energy and various swordsmanship rhymes collided in the sky, colorful and splendid.

"Who dares to take my sword soul of Worship Sword City!"

At this time, people from the sword-casting family Feng Family also shot.

I saw Feng Xuanzi, shirtless, lead someone to fight for the sword soul in person. He was obviously white-haired, but his muscles were like molten steel, filled with an incomparably domineering aura.

The sword energy from all around him hit him, and there was a clanging sound like gold and iron clashing.

Blast!

Where is this old man.

This is clearly a humanoid tyrannosaurus! !

"You worship the sword soul of Jiancheng? Who believes it!"

"That's right, things like sword souls belong to the capable ones!!"

A swordsman said aloud.

The temptation of Sword Soul is too great for them, even if this Sword Soul really worships Sword City, they must fight for it!

"You bastards, if you dare to grab it, this old man will smash your dog's head!!" Feng Xuanzi was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and the rhythm of a fierce and domineering body circulated on the surface, which was extremely terrifying.

"Come here, who is afraid of who!"

"Sword Soul, I'm bound to win!"

The competition around the sword soul is getting more and more intense.

A terrifying energy storm swept through, and several nearby streets were completely destroyed, almost turning into ruins in a radius of ten kilometers.

Chu Kuangren held the Kunwu Sacred Sword that was trembling slightly, and Lan Yu was standing beside him. They did not join the fight.

"Son, don't we grab the sword soul?"

Blue Feather said.

"Someone is here."

Chu Kuangren looked into the distance, and both he and the Seventh Patriarch could feel that a large number of people were rushing towards the sword-snatching conference in the distance.

And everyone is a swordsman.

"It seems that this sword soul has something to do with this group of people." Chu Kuangren said with a faint smile.

He turned to look at the sword spirit in the sky, and then looked at the sword cultivators who were almost crazy for the sword spirit. He shook his head, "If these people continue to fight like this, I don't know how many people will be killed and injured."

"Moreover, those sword cultivators who came and caused the sword soul to appear in the world are probably not good people. Alas, who told me to be kind-hearted, in order to avoid casualties, I would reluctantly accept this sword soul... accept it!"

When the words fell, he saw a terrifying rhythm of the sword's way bursting out of Chu Kuangren. The sword qi condensed on his head into the sword of the heavenly way. There were sword qi green lotuses unfolding under his feet, and twelve long columns of sword qi sealed the sky and locked the earth. !

The three major visions of the Dao body unfolded in unison.

High in the sky, the sword soul sensed the rhythm of Chu Kuangren's sword, and the sword trembled, as if a milk swallow shot into the forest towards him!