Song and Lu wielded their weapons and attacked each other head-on for the first time.
"boom……"
There was a loud noise, and the two of them were bounced back by the huge momentum, and the Hunyuan giant sword left a scratch on the ice soul gun.
Songping looked at the scratches on the gun and was a little stunned: "Your sword is so sharp?"
"I told you, this sword of mine deserves the name Hunyuan."
"Haha, it's a really good sword, but my gun is also pretty good."
The spiritual energy in Song Ping's hand slowly brushed over the scratches, and the scratches on the gun were instantly smoothed.
"bring it on."
Song Ping looked at Lu Chen, held the Hunyuan giant sword with both hands, thrust a spear forward, controlled his body, and rushed towards Lu Chen.
"bring it on!"
Lu Chen shouted and rushed forward again. The two of them only used their body skills to dodge and used the most basic swordsmanship and spear skills to attack.
Slashing, prodding, constant circling, rapid attacks...
After two hundred rounds.
There was a loud noise, and the two were forced to separate again. The skin on their bodies had been torn by the weapons, leaving dozens of wounds.
The Ice Soul Spear held in Song Ping's hand was trembling continuously, and cracks began to appear on the tip of the gun, spreading to the gun body like a spider web.
"This is..., my gun actually cracked? How is this possible?"
Song Ping stroked the gun body and quickly used spiritual energy to nourish the ice soul gun, but even so, the cracks on the ice soul gun were getting bigger and bigger.
"boom……"
A crisp sound was heard, and the Ice Soul Gun shattered into hundreds of small fragments.
"No..., how is it possible? My life gun was broken."
When Song Ping saw his spear shattered on the ground, he instantly knelt on the ground, his eyes lost sight.
The monks under the ring suddenly became quiet as they watched the Ice Soul Spear turn into pieces.
Three seconds later, no one knew who was under the ring, and said in horror: "This is Senior Brother Song's real spear, and it broke into pieces?"
The silence in the cabin was directly broken by the crazy discussion.
"Senior Brother Song actually lost? This is impossible."
"Senior Brother Song is the chief of Chongxu, there is no way he can lose."
Nantian Wan'er looked at the embarrassing situation on the ring and said to Jun Wudi: "Uncle Jun, what should we do now?"
"It's okay. We have anticipated this situation before. Just read on."
Jun Wudi looked at the suddenly shattered Ice Soul Gun, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and turned around to make a small movement in the direction of the God-Slaying Team.
Looking at Jun Wudi's movements, Nan Tian Wan'er still had some doubts in her heart: "Okay, Uncle Jun."
Lu Chen slowly approached Song Ping, looked at the spear fragments on the ground, and said with some embarrassment: "I didn't mean it. I didn't expect your gun to be so weak."
"what do you mean?"
"What do you mean my gun is not strong? This is my natal gun that I have raised since I was a child. How could it be weak?"
"How can you say that!" Song Ping raised his head, his eyes filled with blood, and shouted angrily at Lu Chen like crazy.
"Do you know how much effort I put into it? Do you know what this gun means to me?"
Song Ping shouted loudly, and the spiritual energy in his body was flowing crazily. It was not known whether Jun Wudi intended it or not, but the seal on Song Ping's body began to break.
For a moment, the cultivation aura on Song Ping's body began to increase layer by layer, and a lot of spiritual energy began to spurt out along his pores.
Song Ping began to feel possessed by a demon, and traces of black energy gradually became thicker along with the transmission of spiritual energy, exuding from the pores of his skin.
"Brother Song, I really didn't mean it. There must be a way to repair your spear."
Lu Chen looked at Song Ping, who was almost possessed by a demon, and kept reminding him, hoping that Song Ping would regain his composure: "Now, you must control your heart. If you become a demon, you will never come back."
"What do you know?"
"To repair an earth-level weapon, you need countless rare treasures, and it also takes nearly a hundred years to warm up."
Song Ping carefully collected the spear fragments on the ground, and his emotions and movements were already starting to go crazy when he spoke.
Lu Chen looked at Song Ping's exaggerated spiritual energy fluctuations and said quickly: "It must be possible, but Senior Brother Song, you must not become a demon."
"Ahhhh."
Song Ping began to roar angrily, and the black energy in his body began to grow explosively.
The next moment, Song Ping's cultivation had reached the perfection of breath regulation, and his mind began to be occupied by inner demons.
"The gun can be repaired, but where are the decades of companionship?"
Song Ping stood up and rushed to Lu Shen, roaring crazily: "If you want to calm down, just risk your life to calm it down."
Song Ping roared again, and all the seals set by Jun Wuwei with black demonic energy were destroyed, and Song Ping's cultivation level was completely restored to the first level of Jiang Qi Sutra.
"Ah, Lu Chen, go to hell." The fluctuations in the cultivation level of the descending Qi realm, with crazy pressure, washed over Lu Chen's body over and over again.
For a moment, the spiritual energy in Lu Chen's body circulated even more slowly, forcing Lu Chen to put the Hunyuan Giant Sword in front of him and resist with all his strength.
"I can't bear it anymore, I have to find a way."
Lu Chen looked back at Jun Wudi, wanting Jun Wudi to stop Song Ping from going crazy.
The monks under the ring have also noticed that Song Ping is not normal, and they all look back at Jun Wudi.
However, Jun Wudi did not take action to stop the fighting. He just waved to everyone, indicating that they should continue watching.
"Uncle Jun, what does this mean? Could it be..."
Lu Chen didn't understand Jun Wudi's meaning, but he felt that Song Ping had become possessed and wanted Jun Wudi to stop the battle first.
Lu Chen turned around and was about to speak, but he saw Jun Wudi stood up and walked to the bottom of the ring.
"Go on. Once Song Ping's breath has calmed down, there will be no problem."
Jun Wudi stood under the ring and continued to transmit messages to Lu Shen: "Song Ping needs this battle to change his state, and you can also try the peak of your strength."
"Um?"
Lu Chen was still confused and stared at Jun Wudi for a long time without making any move.
"Brother Lu, Uncle Jun deliberately possessed him. There is no hurry now. I will explain the reason to you in detail after the battle."
Nan Tian Wan'er's voice came from Lu Chen's mind: "Uncle Jun has already arranged for the manpower to be taken over. Just fight him directly."
"In that case, let's do it."
Lu Chen turned around, looked at Jun Wudi and nodded: "Uncle Jun, I'm ready."
…
"Does it have to be possessed? What exactly is it?"
Lu Chen used both hands to firmly insert the Hunyuan Giant Sword in front of him, and looked at Song Ping seriously.
The aura fluctuations on Song Ping's body had begun to stabilize, and the turbulent aura began to slowly shrink, no longer oppressing Lu Chen.
A two-meter-long spiritual ice gun appeared in Song Ping's hand. A huge frost dragon was engraved on the gun body, and the frost dragon's mouth reached the tip of the gun.
"Xiao Lu'er, I probably know what it means to be possessed by a demon."
The shadow of Feng Long appeared from the Hunyuan Giant Sword, stared at the spear in Song Ping's hand and said, "I think Jun Wudi should have seen that the gun was broken, so he wanted to take the opportunity to help recast the gun."
Lu Chen looked at Feng Long: "Huh? What do you mean?"
"Song Ping is a boy with really strong talent, but his natural weapon is actually a mortal weapon. It was only because of decades of nurturing that he was promoted to the earth level."
"If there is no special opportunity, it is basically impossible to upgrade this weapon to a higher level."
Lu Chen looked at the spiritual ice gun in Song Ping's hand and whispered: "Is it your natal weapon? So what does this have to do with being possessed by a demon?"
The shadow of the wind dragon hovered over the Hunyuan Giant Sword: "Just listen to me. You will understand after I finish speaking."
"The reason why the natal weapon is called natal is because the weapon has resonated with the monk's heart and will grow together with the monk during the cultivation process."
"Such a weapon has actually become a part of the monk's body. Did you see that the spiritual ice gun is the product of Song Ping's resonance with the weapon?"
Feng Long pointed at the spiritual ice gun and continued: "This product, because it condenses the emotions of the weapon and people, is very likely to become the weapon spirit of the weapon."
"Item Spirit? I probably know."
Lu Chen looked at the spiritual ice gun across the Hunyuan giant sword: "Just like you, if I become a demon, I will be disconnected from you and I can easily recast the weapon."
Feng Long turned around and looked at Lu Chen: "Little Lu'er, you are very smart. That's right to understand!"
"Why not just pick a good time?" Lu Chen looked at the spiritual energy ice gun pointed at, still a little confused: "It is indeed a bit sudden now, and it is easy for problems to occur."
"It is easy to break a weapon, but once he is prepared, he will not be possessed by the shattering of the ice gun. Instead, the resonance products may dissipate during operation."
The wind dragon hovered on the Hunyuan giant sword, its tail swinging continuously.
"So that's it!" Lu Chen looked at Song Ping's gradually stabilizing aura, pulled out the Hunyuan Giant Sword, and said, "Then let's help him."
"If you want to help him, just bind the spiritual energy spear. Use the spiritual light lock to directly seal the spirit body."
Feng Long's figure slowly retracted into the Hunyuan Giant Sword: "Come on, Xiao Lu'er."
"okay."
Lu Chen took out two spirit-gathering pills and quickly swallowed them, and the spiritual energy in the spacecraft began to flow toward Lu Chen.
"With my current aura, I should be able to use the 'Tao method' twice. In that case, let's make the battle more gorgeous."
Lu Chen looked at Nan Tian Wan'er and conveyed his intention to help Song Ping. He put the middle and index fingers of his right hand together and quickly started to mobilize his spiritual energy.
Nan Tian Wan'er was behind her, gently pulling up Jun Wudi's clothes: "Uncle Jun, Brother Lu is about to get serious."
"Well, I saw it."
Jun Wudi gently touched Nan Tian Wan'er's head and continued to observe Song Ping's condition, ready to take action at any time.
Nantian Wan'er realized that Jun Wudi didn't understand what she meant. She walked up to Jun Wudi and continued very seriously: "I mean Brother Lu needs to be serious. Uncle Jun, please be careful."
Jun Wudi looked at Nan Tian Wan'er's serious expression and was about to ask when a loud noise suddenly came from the field. Jun Wudi quickly turned back to look at the ring.
On the ring, Song Ping was exuding black demonic energy. He was holding a spiritual spear in his hand and roared towards Lu Chen.
