The fist intention blended into the candle-lit sword body, like spring thunder accompanied by drizzle, and a clearly audible sword cry sounded.
Wang Xizhou suddenly looked back at the battlefield between Bai Gu and the man in Caiyi. There was anger in his eyes, but more importantly, he was surprised.
The anger was due to the man in colorful clothes who used all his strength to flatten and break the mountain.
It is really shameless for a person who is a practitioner of the second level of Soul Casting to use all his strength to kill a person who has just practiced the first level of Soul Enlightenment!
As for the shock, it was because of the sword sound that sounded from the Zhuzhao sword just now.
This is the resonance between the sword holder and the sword!
This is the sword holder's understanding and use of the sword. Only when the sword itself is recognized, the sword will sound the sword sound in response.
It cannot be done unless someone has a high level of cultivation, a profound understanding, and has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for many years.
How old is Xiaobai? How long has he been practicing?
What a clear and bright sword sound!
Wang Xizhou was secretly frightened, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved.
How can a master swordsman judge this with common sense? There must be something extraordinary, a transcendent talent!
Duan Qie also raised his eyebrows, used an ax to open the blood-colored satin that the woman's shadow had brought, and then laughed and said: "Little brother is worthy of being the disciple of the Sword Immortal, he is really good!"
The man in colorful clothes sneered, "Hey, you are still the apprentice of the Sword Immortal? That would be even better. I have never seen or killed the apprentice of the Sword Immortal before! In your words, you are the first one I have killed. Disciple of the Sword Immortal, you should feel honored."
But Bai Gu didn't pay attention to their words. The spiritual power in his body was flowing and stirring, and the candlelight in his hand kept buzzing.
Now, after completely letting go of his spiritual power, he is in the Niwan realm!
In addition, the Chai Feng Fist can provide free fists, Wen Xin can nourish the spirit and restore spiritual power, the Wood Spirit Armor can protect the spirit and body, and the Broken C-level Taoist Candlelight can provide bonuses.
Bai Gu is confident that with just this sword, no one in the first level of Qihun can defeat him, and he can even compete with the second level of Soul Casting!
But this is far from enough.
The man in colorful clothes flattened the mountain with his full strength.
A full blow from the second level of Soul Casting!
Although Bai Gu didn't quite understand the specific stages of the second realm of Soul-casting, he was certain that his current sword could not block the attack of the man in colorful clothes.
In this case, then...
Give it a try!
Bai Gu suddenly opened his eyes, and the spiritual energy in his body turned from a thin stream of water into a strong wind and rain. He raised the candle and swung it down hard, and the sword just hit the ball of light.
A burst of dazzling light and powerful air waves exploded from the collision point between the sword body and the light ball, and even the fire not far away was suppressed.
Astonishment and panic gradually appeared on the face of the man in colorful clothes, and finally his face was filled with disbelief.
Because the moment Bai Gu opened his eyes, he seemed to see golden light and red light flashing past Bai Gu's left and right eyes respectively, and then disappearing.
Then, after Bai Gu's sword collided with his own command to flatten and break mountains, the light was produced. From the light, the man in colorful clothes saw a sword passing through the light, as if coming from hell, and going straight between his eyebrows.
The man in colorful clothes quickly gathered all the remaining spiritual power in his body on the seven-color flag, and then hurriedly swung it out, trying to block Bai Gu's full sword.
Bai Gu's eyes were calm, his face was neither sad nor happy, and his tone was as calm as water, but the man in colorful clothes felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the sky.
"Go to hell."
There is no spiritual power, not even a trace of luster. The candle is like a long piece of scrap iron, unremarkable.
But the power contained in the sword made the scalp of the locked man in colorful clothes numb.
Is this the fucking power that can be unleashed in the Qihun realm?
I believe it if you say it’s the second level of Soul Casting!
The man in colorful clothes immediately turned around and tried to escape.
If you stay here any longer, tonight’s supper will be Meng Po Soup!
There was no emotion in Bai Gu's eyes, and the same was true for the candlelight in his hand. Without any hindrance, he cut off the already damaged seven-color flag.
Then Zhu Zhao's power continued unabated and he slashed straight at the man in colorful clothes on the back.
Wang Xizhou was able to fight off a strip of blood-colored satin, and shouted to Bai Gu: "Xiao Bai, save his life, it will be useful!"
Bai Gu didn't reply, he just lowered the candlelight, and the tip of the sword penetrated the tailbone of the man in colorful clothes, not even an inch deep.
The man in colorful clothes was held up by Bai Gu with a candlelight like a puppet on strings. He stood on tiptoe barely able to stand on the ground.
The power contained in the sword body was fully released in the body of the man in colorful clothes, destroying his Dantian meridians in the blink of an eye, and destroying his cultivation in the second level of spirit casting.
The man in colorful clothes groaned, blood flowed from his mouth, his head tilted softly to one side, and he fainted.
Bai Gu pulled out the candlelight from the back of the man in colorful clothes and gouged out a piece of the man's spine, making him completely unable to walk upright.
Bai Gu stepped forward and struck a few more swords, breaking the tendons and hamstrings of the man in colorful clothes.
Bai Gu tore off a large piece of cloth from the man in colorful clothes, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.
Bai Gu also took out a thick hemp rope from the Sumeru bead and dragged the man in colorful clothes to a big tree. Bai Gu used a candle to draw two grooves on the tree trunk, and tied the two ends of the rope to the waist of the man in colorful clothes and to the trunk of the big tree respectively. He also went around the grooves so that the rope could withstand more pressure and prevent The men in colorful clothes rolled away or crawled away like crickets.
After doing all this, Bai Gu put away the candle and walked towards Bai Xiaoxiao.
"Brother!" Bai Xiaoxiao saw that everything was okay and Bai Gu was still walking towards him, so he let go of his little hand holding the wooden wedge and ran towards Bai Gu excitedly. He suddenly bumped into Bai Gu's stomach, and his hands He hugged Bai Gu's waist tightly and buried his head in Bai Gu's belly.
He didn't mind the blood on Bai Gu's body at all.
Bai Gu closed his eyes, opened them quickly, then smiled and touched Bai's little head, but his voice was still hoarse, "Brother is fine."
Just when Bai Xiaoxiao wanted to complain to Bai Gu like a spoiled child, Duan Qie in the sky shouted, "Asshole!"
Bai Gu looked up and his pupils shrank instantly.
It turned out that Wang Xizhou planned to use the parchment as a gimmick to attract most of the female shadow's attention, and let Duan Qie tangle with the female shadow head-on. He sneaked around behind the woman's shadow, planning to use the scroll energy in the jade bamboo folding fan as a killing move to severely damage the woman's shadow.
Unexpectedly, the female shadow had already taken precautions, and a piece of blood-colored satin pierced Wang Xizhou's abdomen, nailing him in the air and causing him to faint in a rain of blood.
The parchment lost its spiritual support and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.
"Brother Wang!" Bai Gu was also shocked.
He could also see just now that Wang Xizhou's jade bamboo folding fan and parchment had great suppressive power on the woman's shadow. Now that Wang Xizhou's life and death are unknown, the Yuzhu folding fan and parchment cannot provide suppression, and Duan Qie alone may not be able to survive.
As expected, without the suppression of Wang Xizhou's bookish aura, Duan Qie only made two moves with the woman's shadow before being hit in the back by several bloody silk satin blows and falling off.
Still in a head-down position.
The phantom of a woman stood in mid-air, with a crescent moon in the sky behind her. The clothes on her body moved freely in the wind, and several bloody silk satins swayed gently beside her. On one of them, Wang Xizhou, who was still alive and dead, was hung.
The phantom of the woman was condescending, looking down at Bai Gu, Bai Xiaoxiao, Duan Qie and others on the ground like a god.
Bai Gu frowned slightly, what is this thing for?
Just when Bai Gu had this thought, the female shadow suddenly took action, and several streaks of blood-red silk satin hit everyone on the ground like meteorites falling from the sky.
The momentum was as great as any of Duan Qie's previous attacks.
Power from at least the five realms of transcendence!
This is to make everyone a sacrifice!
Bai Gu's face turned pale, and he hugged Bai Xiaoxiao tightly and closed his eyes at the same time. It seemed that because Qian Donkey was so incompetent, he had no choice but to wait for death.
The power of the blood-colored satin is unparalleled, and before it even arrives, it has already blown away countless big trees around it. The nearest large altar filled with food sacrifices also turned into powder and was blown into the air by the wind.
A streak of blood-colored satin hit the open space first, instantly exploding into bursts of smoke, light and air waves, spreading outward like ripples. Wherever it passes, not a blade of grass grows.
The bloody silk and satin that followed gradually descended, like a fireworks show, exploding in this open space.
A huge explosion sounded, and smoke rolled up for dozens of miles.
In the smoke and light, there seemed to be a faint murmur.
"On the day of Changxing, no one can harm..."
