Zhang Ruochen determined that he heard the sword soul, not the sword intention, or the sword spirit.

Ling Feiyu's slender body, like a feather, gently flew up and fell into the lake surface of Yunhu without any ripples at her feet.

"Oh!"

With the sound of a sword, a holy sword had appeared in her white jade hand.

Jian Han is frosty.

Until this moment, Zhang Ruochen found out that Ling Feiyu's sword was the burial sky sword that was taken away by Qingtian Blood Emperor, and was one of the six swords that locked Pluto.

The Qingtian Blood Emperor had been killed by Chi Yao, and the undead blood clan in Kunlun Realm was almost wiped out.

Today's Kunlun world is the era of great unification. The human race is the king, all parties submit, the nations come to the dynasty, and the queen alone. It is normal for Funeral Sword to return to Ling Feiyu's hands.

Ling Feiyu raised the burial sky sword, stomped on the water, and waved.

People, swords, and lakes seem to be melded into a beautiful landscape painting, flowing away from the dust, and every action is refined thousands of times.

While dancing the sword, she was also explaining to Zhang Ruochen.

"The average swordsman is practicing sword tricks."

"Beginners are practicing sword qi."

"The real sword cultivation, the practice is sword meaning."

Ling Feiyu's moves were very awkward at first, like a warrior with novice swords. Gradually, the moves became more and more sophisticated, and there was also a sharp sword escaping, as if a sword practitioner was growing.

"Cultivation into Sword One is a small achievement, and initially crossed the threshold."

"Cultivation into Sword Seven can be regarded as a descent into the room. The sword can be regarded as a sword sage without regret. A sword is stabbed, and the sword can be formed and killed thousands of miles away."

"Cultivate into the sword eight, you can build the Kendo Xuanzang, all is strong, all is strong, can be cut, mountains, rivers, stars."

"Cultivation into Sword Nine means that you can cultivate the soul of the sword, called Sword Spirit."

Hearing here, Zhang Ruochen's eyes became extremely bright, and he said in his mouth, "Can the soul of swords have a soul?"

"Wow--"

On the lake, the pretty figure of Ling Feiyu gradually faded, and finally disappeared, leaving only the funeral sword still floating on the water surface, spitting the sword.

As if everything was just a dream.

Until this moment, Zhang Ruochen found out that Ling Feiyu stood beside him from beginning to end, and never left.

"come back."

Ling Feiyu called out, and then the burial Tianjian flew back and disappeared into her body.

"Who was the sword dancer just now?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Ling Feiyu said: "It's my sword soul, sword soul."

Zhang Ruochen's heart was very envious, saying: "How strong is the soul of the sword?"

"Sword soul is ten times more powerful than Kendo Xuanzang. What's more terrible is that it can directly attack the enemy's holy spirit. With my current cultivation as the realm, relying only on strength, the sky can only be compared with the weaker four-step saint. The kings confronted each other. However, with the use of the sword soul, I have the possibility to cut off the holy spirits of the five-step holy king and six-step holy king, thereby damaging them or even killing them. Of course, I may also die in them After all, the realm is too big! "Ling Feiyu said.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "What is your realm now?"

"The two-step holy king, or the three-step holy king, did not go to the nine-step ascent test, so I am not sure what the realm is." Ling Feiyu said.

Zhang Ruochen took a sigh of coldness, and with her practice, there are some who may kill the six step saint king, who is indeed a figure who has practiced Jian Jiu to great consummation.

The Holy King is enshrined in the rules of the Cause, and there is a huge gap at each step. It is already a great thing to be able to fight across a realm. It is a top-level genius in a big world.

According to Zhang Ruochen's reckoning, even if he reaches the realm of the Holy King, he can only compete with others in two steps at most. Want to cross three steps, unless there is a major breakthrough in the way of time and the way of space.

Zhang Ruochen laughed: "Your kendo talent can already be compared with the sword emperor Xue Hongchen. How about you as a sword?"

Ling Feiyu rolled her eyes and said, "Your kendo talent is actually above me. However, the time you spend on kendo is much less than me. You know, I have cultivated more than 300 And ... I also practiced the Seventh Generation in the "Seven Lives and Seven Dead Pictures" and tasted the sweetness and bitterness of life. This is something that others do n’t have. At that time, my cultivation was far beyond you, and the benefits I got Naturally more than you. "

In the "Seven Lives and Seven Dead Pictures", the higher the revision, the greater the benefits.

I have to say that the relationship between Ling Feiyu and Zhang Ruochen is quite wonderful.

Zhang Ruochen was still sitting on the ground, playing with the seal of merit in his hand, and nodded, and said, "You're right, my biggest disadvantage is that the training time is too short, and the details are insufficient. Fortunately, there are "Sixth Century Enlightenment," so that I will not fall behind. Or should I combine the memory of the Seventh Century and the cultivation of enlightenment to make myself stronger? "

Hearing this, Ling Feiyu's cold face revealed an unnatural look, but he pretended to be calm, and said, "Follow you!"

Ling Feiyu's figure shook a bit, then disappeared by the edge of Yunhu Lake.

Just looking at Ling Feiyu's performance, Zhang Ruochen knew that something extraordinary happened to the seventh generation, and he remained silent for a long time. In the end, he still did not touch the memory of the seventh generation, and said to himself: "wait Hold on! "

Zhang Ruochen put away the seal of merit and took out the sacred bone stick left by the King of Kings.

A sacred staff, made from a complete human spine, connected one by one. At the very top of the bone stick is a skull with long black hair, scattered from the skull.

"It's a heavy bone stick, estimated to be hundreds of thousands of pounds. It seems that it is really made from the bones of the Great Saint."

Zhang Ruochen carefully unlocked the holy force sealed outside the bone stick, and the bone stick trembled violently.

There was a roar in the skull's mouth, as if the thunder came to his face, and Zhang Ruochen was tingling in his ears, and his body flew backwards.

The bone stick broke free from Zhang Ruochen's shackles and flew out, trying to escape.

Suddenly, the sky and clouds were intertwined with wind and thunder, and the evil spirits condensed into black clouds.

"So amazing, how can you run away by yourself?"

Zhang Ruochen fell to the ground and moved his slightly numb arms. Then, the exhibition space moved to catch up, and he grasped the bone stick again with both hands, and mobilized the net extinction fire.

"Well."

Zhang Ruochen dragged the bone stick back to the shore, plunged into the ground abruptly, and used the annihilation fire to start refining.

After spending half an hour, Zhang Ruochen suppressed the evil spirit, and gradually, the bone stick became calm.

Zhang Ruochen opened the eye of the eyebrow and looked closely, and found that the surface of the bone stick was engraved with strange patterns, especially the skull pattern on the top was more complicated.

"The King of Kings once said that there is a sacred holy spirit in the skull. These lines should be used to seal it."

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the Holy Spirit and injected it into the bone stick.

"Wow--"

On the bone stick, dense inscriptions emerged, emitting a dazzling white light.

Zhang Ruochen slowly lifted it up, swung it forward, and with the power of the sacred source of the Holy Spirit, fell into the cloud lake, and immediately set off a dozen-meter-high water wave.

"The power that erupted was worse than that of Buddha's relic, it shouldn't be ..."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen moved in his heart, no longer mobilizing the Holy Spirit, but separated a ray of spiritual force into the skull of the bone stick.

next moment……

Two ghost fires emerged from the skull's eye sockets, and a terrible black evil spirit emerged from the bone stick, converging into a single bone, some into hand bones, and some into leg bones.

The Skull of the Bone turns into a black skull.

"Haha, it was to mobilize mental energy to urge."

Zhang Ruochen couldn't help laughing, and then controlled the black skull and attacked.

It was soon tested that the fighting power erupted from the black skull was enough to compete with some three-step holy kings. In short, the fighting power was far more than the current Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen took back that ray of spiritual power and said to himself: "The inside of the skull of the scepter is full of fierce evil spirits. Obviously, the holy spirit of the human holy saint has become an evil spirit."

"Just urging the evil spirits from the evil spirits, the three-step Holy King's power can erupt from the Bone Staff."

"What if you directly urge evil spirits?"

The power of the Great Saint can be said to be powerful and boundless, even if it is only a ray of holy soul, the strength that erupts, and it is not conceivable by the saints and ordinary saints.

The force that directly urges the evil spirits and the bone sticks to erupt must be much stronger than now.

The key point is that with Zhang Ruochen's current mental power, he can't motivate evil spirits at all.

Forcibly urge him, but his own spiritual power may be devoured by evil spirits.

Zhang Ruochen touched his chin, thinking about the solution to this problem, "it's better ..."

Zhang Ruochen took out the Buddha relic, squeezed it in his hand, and stared at the position of the skull's brows, muttering: "The brows of a human monk is the position of the mark of the gods. It should be able to calm down the evil spirits. Moreover, with the continuous supply of great holy power provided by the Buddha's relic, the bone staff may become stronger. "

The imagination is beautiful, but the inscriptions on the skull are too mysterious. Wanting to make the Buddha's relic fit with the bone stick and interweave with those inscriptions is by no means an ordinary monk.

"Ling Xiu's predecessor is a spiritual master. Maybe he can do something."

Zhang Ruochen put away the bone stick temporarily ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ no longer thinking about it, then took out the rule emperor, sat on the bank of the cloud lake, and began to understand the rules of Taoism.

Two days later, Ling Xiu's voice passed into Zhang Ruochen's ears: "Come and see me in the Temple."

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes suddenly, stood up, bounced the dust on his body, and then ascended the steps to the dark magic hall on the top of the steps.

Just came outside the magic hall, Zhang Ruochen saw the figure of Ling Feiyu.

Obviously, Ling Xiu also summoned her.

When Ling Feiyu saw Zhang Ruochen staring at her, her heart trembled a little, but she evaded Zhang Ruochen's gaze, and a shy blush appeared on her white face.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was a little stunned, and the Feiyu Swordmaster, who has always been strong, was still so shy?

But soon, Zhang Ruochen understood it, and said secretly in her heart, "Morfe, does she think that I really have the memory of the seventh century?"

(End of this chapter)