Fu Zhu inserted the Lianfeng Sword back into the crack in the ground, and the three of them continued walking forward. The only road branched into several forks.
"Which way are we going?" Yuesu looked at Fu Zhu.
Fu Zhu thought for a moment and wanted to go straight, but a gentle breath suddenly surged in her palms, and a pattern of a small sword suddenly appeared on her white palms.
It's the Dulu Sword.
What she keeps in the palm of her hand basically never appears except when she summons it. Now it appeared on its own without any warning, the tip of the sword pointed at her right side.
Du Lu Jian wants her to go to the right?
Fu Zhu changed his words and said: "Go to the right."
The two of them had no doubts about Fu Zhu's words, and followed closely behind her without asking any questions.
After walking for a short distance, Fu Zhu found that there were a lot less useless swords along the way. The swords around her were emitting various lights, slightly illuminating the sword tomb. She tried to pull out a few of her favorite swords, and soon found out Okay, no chance at all.
Yuosu also tried to pull out several swords, and finally pulled out a sword with blue light. She couldn't put it down holding the sword, and held it in front of the talisman like a treasure, "How about this sword?"
Fu Zhu looked at her strangely, "Aren't you a Jinlinggen? Why would you choose a water attribute sword?"
She looked at Mi Tao again. The sword in her arms was emitting golden light and was obviously a metal sword.
Did these two people choose the opposite direction?
Yuesushen was mysterious and didn't answer, so she pestered Fu Zhu to ask how the sword was. Fu Zhu had no choice but to explore the water-type sword.
"It has a lot of spiritual energy and is a sword of pure spirit." But Fu Zhu was still a little worried that Yuesu was too casual and reminded her, "You can not make a contract first and see if there is a sword that is more suitable for you later. "
Hearing Fu Zhu's approval of the sword, Yuesu smiled and hugged the sword tighter.
She has seen Master Fu Zhu’s swordsmanship and also seen her sword, which is obviously water type! So Yuesu specially chose a sword with water attributes.
Mi Tao's reason was very simple. She already had the Water Heart Sword, so there was no need to look for a sword of the same attribute.
There seemed to be fighting sounds coming from the front, and there were quite a few people.
The three of them looked at each other and walked forward faster.
The various sects are intertwined and often have interests in each other. Even if there is a conflict, it will not be made public and open to the public. If the various sects fight, the situation will be difficult to control. After all, there are no elders around. .
When she arrived at the place where the sound of gold and iron clashing came, Fu Zhu realized that things were not what she thought. Although the scene was chaotic, it was not a fight between various sects.
"Why are there so many sword spirits!" Yuosu opened his mouth in surprise, extremely shocked by the sight in front of him.
The bodies of those sword spirits are more or less mutilated. Some have a broken arm, some have no head, and some have been cut off at the waist, with only a thin wisp of smoke remaining. They look like they are going to die at any moment. fall apart. All of them hold a sword in their hands, some may be wide or narrow, some may be long or short.
The air of resentment was spreading everywhere, and there was a thickest cloud of black smoke blocking the middle of the road.
The sound of gold and iron clashing came from inside.
Fu Zhu split the black smoke blocking the road with his sword. Yuesu saw her senior brother Cangqing in the middle surrounded by the sword spirit. She used the opening made by Fu Zhu to dive in like a fish entering water.
"It's really..." Let her say something.
Fu Zhu had no time to stop him and saw Yuosu running in.
She turned to look at Mi Tuo and warned, "You must follow me!"
With a flash of white light, Fu Zhuhu Mi Yu ran into the middle of the road surrounded by sword spirits, and finally saw clearly what was going on inside.
Several female disciples from the Miaoyin Pavilion were sitting cross-legged on the ground, making secrets with their hands, condensing a huge spiritual barrier to protect everyone.
The monks from other sects are responsible for killing the sword spirit. If they feel that they are unable to do what they want, they will return to the barrier to adjust their breath first, and then go to kill the sword spirit after recovering some physical strength.
Just relying on those few Miaoyin Pavilion disciples was not the answer after all. When the spiritual power was exhausted, Fu Zhu saw that fine cold sweat began to break out on everyone's forehead, and he didn't know how long he had been doing this.
"Fellow Taoist Fu Zhu? You're here! That's great!" One person shouted in surprise, with a look of crazy joy on his face.
Fu Zhu: "..." There is no need to be so enthusiastic.
Fu Zhu killed a sword spirit beside him and asked, "What's going on? Why did you provoke so many sword spirits?"
She, Mi Tuo, and the little girl from Zhaoying Mountain only met a sword spirit along the way.
And here, there are at least hundreds of them, and even a wheel battle can kill them all.
Soon someone said angrily: "It's all the fault of those rogue cultivators with evil intentions! In order to prevent us from drawing the immortal sword, they drew some kind of breaking formation and awakened all the sword spirits along the way!"
"We have no talisman cultivators and formation masters here. We have been unable to break through the formation. We are surrounded by resentful spirits. We cannot kill them all, and we cannot get out!"
"Fortunately, fellow Taoist Fuzhu, you are here!" After saying that, the monk's tone softened a bit, and he stopped gnashing his teeth.
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But she also knows nothing about rune formations! She is a pure swordsman who has only practiced swords.
Did they want her to kill all these resentful spirits?
Fu Zhu looked at the mass of sword spirits in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched, it was so embarrassing.
Sighing, Fu Zhu joined the battle.
These resentful spirits did not absorb the blood and were forcibly awakened using formations. They were already very dissatisfied, and now their state became more and more violent.
The sword spirits were almost crazy, raising their swords and slashing at everyone. Fu Zhu's body was elegant and elegant, and he avoided the giant sword coming from the sky.
Why is it a giant sword again!
The numbness and weakness in her arms the last time she went to pick up the thousand-jin sword seemed to have not gone away. This time, she didn't want to pick up the talisman by force again.
The giant sword was so powerful that it carved a deep ravine on the ground, and the sword body got stuck in it. The giant sword spirit grabbed the hair that was missing and let out a helpless roar.
This is a good opportunity. Since he can't draw his sword, it's her turn to draw his sword!
Fu Zhu's figure flashed, and he came to the giant sword spirit and cut off its hands. When he found that he could no longer control the giant sword, the face of the sword spirit without facial features twisted a few times, and it instantly turned into spiritual power and dissipated.
These swords were considered precious swords after all, and Fu Zhu couldn't bear to turn them all into useless swords. She observed the sword spirits around her and made this guess.
Once the sword spirit cannot hold the sword, it will disperse.
The smoke-condensed giant sword stuck in the ground turned into a stream of light, and soon flew into a sword mountain and became silent.
"Just cut off the sword spirit's hands so that it can't hold the sword!" Fu Zhu's voice sounded clearly amidst the sounds of fighting.
Everyone did as they were told and found that after they cut off the sword spirit's hands, they could no longer capture the smoke and sew their bodies, nor could they hold the sword, and they quickly disappeared.
Fellow Daoist Fu Zhu was still smart and found the weakness of the sword spirit right away.
If they had known earlier, they wouldn't have been fighting endless sword-wielding ghosts here. After finally cutting them off, in the blink of an eye, they were reorganized, endlessly, over and over again.
If he was not hacked to death by the sword spirit, he would be killed by exhaustion first.
