In the Sword Cottage, Mu Qing stood with his sword in front of him with one hand, his body motionless, like a sculpture.
Lines of scarlet ferocious energy shot out from the cracks of the sword, like chains from hell, binding Mu Qing layer by layer.
A terrifying wound appeared between his eyebrows, and a scarlet sword shadow was faintly visible inside, which was the mark of the sword puppet that was fully activated.
Lu Tai stood outside the door of Jianlu, watching this scene calmly.
The six elders who had not dared to step forward before took the initiative to come to his side. The leader of the elders, Lu Dongxi, said: "The sword puppet mark has been completely activated. No matter how many cards this kid has, he cannot be the opponent of Lord Sword Spirit."
Lu Tai looked sideways.
Lu Dong lowered his voice: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Tai asked: "Why do you want to take Ni Xiuyun's position?"
Lu Donghui misunderstood and said disapprovingly: "He acted recklessly and almost exposed everyone. It was inappropriate to get involved in this matter. Brother, do you think I am taking credit? Then why didn't you tell me about Ni Xiuyun?" "
Listening to the words of this distant relative, Lu Tai's eyes showed a little more emotion and said, "You should take action before the sword spirit."
Lu Dong smiled strangely: "Brother, I think you can't deal with a young boy."
Lu Tai said no more and looked towards Jianlu. His eyes fell on Mu Qing's eyebrows, his eyes getting deeper and deeper. ..net
In Mu Qing's sea of consciousness, the mark of the sword puppet has been completely manifested, turning into a red flying sword of spiritual consciousness, shooting straight at Mu Qing Yuanshen.
Mu Qing's soul suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward.
"Bang bang bang."
The red flying sword rubbed against the fingers, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and then stabbed the Yuan Shen's chest uncontrollably, "Pfft——"
The flying sword broke open the chest and pierced the heart. For a moment, the fierce energy surged into the body of the soul like a wave.
Mu Qing's situation is extremely dangerous. If his soul is occupied by the evil spirit, he will lose any ability to counterattack, so he mobilizes the Hongmeng purple energy to try to force the evil energy out of his soul.
The sword ghost wanted to fight quickly, so he controlled the red flying sword to explode, forcing back the Hongmeng purple energy, and at the same time condensed a red pill the size of a pill to hit the heart of the soul.
"Crack——"
The red pill collided with the heart, as if breaking through an invisible barrier. It stopped for a moment and then quickly integrated into it.
After that, Sword Demon completely lost his sense of Benimaru.
The sword demon was shocked. Whether it was Feijian or Hongwan, they all had the sword puppet mark as the core. Before meeting Mu Qing, it had never encountered any method that could directly completely cover up the aura of the sword puppet mark.
The sword that cut off soldiers trembled crazily, trying to get out of Mu Qing's control.
Mu Qing pursed his lips and looked determined. He slowly raised his left hand that was hanging by his side, put it together as sword fingers on the sword, and slowly moved the sword upward.
"boom--"
An extremely powerful aura was suddenly released, and then all rolled back, all falling on the sword.
The weapon-slaying sword kept trembling, and there were more and more fine cracks on the sword. Drops of bright red liquid were not controlled by the sword ghost, and they all rushed towards Mu Qing's eyebrows.
"this……"
Outside the Jianlu, Lu Dong could not open his mouth from ear to ear in astonishment. He stiffly turned his head and looked at Lu Tai, "Brother, what is the situation now?"
Lu Tai stared at Mu Qing's eyebrows. Just now, he felt an aura from Mu Qing that made him feel palpitated. It definitely exceeded the realm of the Holy King.
"So this is your real trump card..."
Lu Tai thought to himself, but only two words came out of his mouth: "Run away."
"What?!"
Lu Dong suspected that he heard wrongly.
Lu Tai wanted to say something more, but his eyes suddenly froze, he put his hand on Lu Dong's shoulder, and backed away crazily.
When the two passed by the remaining five elders, they still stood there with stunned expressions on their faces, not even figuring out what was wrong.
next moment:
"——Bang."
"Bang."
"Bang."
The air in front of Jianlu instantly became extremely smelly.
The three explosions were so clear in Lu Dong's ears. He was pulled back by Lu Tai and saw with his own eyes that the three elders closest to Jianlu exploded into clouds of blood mist.
He moved his gaze to the fourth elder, Zhou Sheng, almost sluggishly.
Zhou Sheng's standing posture froze, his eyes were empty and lifeless, he spread his arms and slowly floated into the air.
His facial features were bleeding continuously, but he was as normal as a puppet on strings. He opened his mouth wide and sucked in suddenly.
"boom--"
Three clouds of blood mist converged into the mouth. Zhou Sheng's beard was flamboyant, and the aura on his body was rising steadily. He reached the peak of mortal transformation at an extremely terrifying speed, and then paused for a moment. With a series of subtle cracking sounds, he rose again and reached the peak. The false realm of the Holy King.
In Lu Dong's eyes, Zhou Sheng's deep and thick black clothes were more terrifying than the aura he was releasing at this time.
Lines of blood-colored condensed sword energy surrounded Lu Dong's body, expressing his surrender.
Lu Tai, who had already rushed to the edge of the square, looked at this scene, frowned, loosened his hands, and Lu Dong fell softly to the ground with a pop.
Lu Dong quickly hugged Lu Tai's thigh, "Brother, brother, you must control me."
Lu Tai looked at the unfamiliar figure of Zhou Sheng in the air with an ugly expression, and said, "I can't control you."
"The Sword Puppet Mark will allow you, who is mediocre in swordsmanship, to be at the forefront of countless sword cultivators, and it will also allow you to become the sword it wants at any time."
"This is your own choice, Zhou Sheng is the same, and so are you."
"No!"
Lu Dong screamed, propped up his body, and ran down the mountain.
Lu Tai stepped forward, came to Zhou Sheng's side, and said in a solemn voice: "How?"
Zhou Sheng's eyes were extremely sharp, staring coldly at Lu Tai, but the sword ghost had already taken over this body, saying: "You have been hiding this from me."
Lu Tai was noncommittal and looked at Mu Qing in Jianlu.
Mu Qing still maintained the standing posture holding the sword, but unlike before, the cracks on the sword disappeared, and with it disappeared the vicious aura that bound Mu Qing's body.
The sword ghost failed to complete its spiritual body, and the sword-killing sword was still its best body, but now, it had to use the sword puppet mark to escape from it.
In this round of competition, Mu Qing had the upper hand.
Lu Tai said: "Besides Ye Qingyu Xichuan, there is another person behind him."
The sword ghost snorted coldly.
Lu Tai asked, "Who is it?"
The Sword Demon looked at Mu Qing, who was standing quietly with his eyes closed, and sneered: "The evil spirit that can suppress me is naturally an existence of the same level. You took a lot of trouble to choose the spiritual seed for me."
Lu Tai did not provide any explanation.
Sword Demon looked at him deeply, rushed to the sword house and said, "You are right, this is their choice, so they can only stay here now."
There is still the last elder left in the square, He Jiang.
When Sword Ghost stood next to the trembling elder, a blood-colored sword shadow penetrated his heavenly spirit. The elder stood there like Zhou Sheng, his eyes blank.
When the sword ghost arrived outside the sword house, the ancient swords on the ninety-eight peaks of the Jingming Realm also arrived.
These flying swords are suspended quietly next to Yuhua Peak, waiting for the sword ghost to return to his position with the sword to kill the immortal, and the immortal-killing sword formation will be completed.
But now, the sword of killing soldiers fell into Mu Qing's hands.
Sword Demon looked down at Mu Qing, recalling the gray-white whirlpool and the small world connected by the whirlpool, a trace of fear flashed deep in his eyes.
Through the puppet mark, it had glimpsed a scene in that small world. A man was sitting cross-legged on the back of a black turtle, frantically grabbing the opponent's soul power.
This is very similar to what it is doing today.
If Mu Qing and the small world that the whirlpool leads to can be refined together, there is no need to refine others.
But the instinct of the true spirit is constantly releasing warning signs.
The sword ghost's eyes moved away from Mu Qing with difficulty and fell on the others. Even if he focused his main attention on Mu Qing, six of the other nine people had sword puppet marks on their bodies.
The sword ghost pointed in the distance, and an ancient sword from Yuhua Peak arrived in an instant, falling towards the tallest and strongest man among them, carrying a broad sword on his back.
"boom."
The moment the ancient sword was about to pierce Dongfang Tielei's skull, Mu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and swept across with the sword. The ancient sword felt the breath of the sword that killed the soldiers. At the moment of collision, it flew backwards to the distance and stopped getting closer. .
When Sword Demon saw this scene, his face turned livid and he said angrily: "If I don't come to trouble you, how dare you destroy my plan!"
"I?" Mu Qing held the sword to kill soldiers and sneered: "Are you the supervising god who was killed by this sword?"
The sword ghost looked ferocious.
Its birth was naturally the result of turning the endless fierceness of war into the power of aura, and it believed that it had a close relationship with the Supervisor God.
At this time, Mu Qing revealed the relationship between the Bending Sword and the Supervising God, and he was simply stepping on its face and scolding it.
Sword Demon's chest was heaving, he raised his hand, pointed it at Mu Qing, and shouted: "Kill!"
He Jiang, who was standing quietly in the square, stepped out and like a flying sword, he crashed into the Jianlu and went straight to Mu Qing.
Mu Qing's eyes darkened and he slashed horizontally with his sword. The sword was extremely sharp and instantly cut through He Jiang's chest. However, He Jiang had no idea of escaping and used his flesh and blood to hold the sword close.
Mu Qing guessed the intention of the sword ghost, stomped on the ground, and retreated. When he retreated to the deepest part of the sword hut, he stabbed the heart of He Jiang, who was chasing after him, with a sword: "Bang——"
A flash of lightning could isolate the blood mist caused by the explosion, but it could not directly offset the self-destruction of a peak mortal powerhouse.
Mu Qing was thrown away by the shock wave generated by the explosion, crashed through a wall, and landed in the open space behind Jianlu.
He slowly raised his head with his sword in his hand.
The blood mist that filled the hole was quickly rushing towards the sword ghost in the air. However, after the two people had just touched each other, none of the nine people near the entrance of the sword hut showed any signs of waking up.
Fang Jun reminded: "If it refines the remaining elder, the relationship between you will be reversed."
Mu Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at the backs of Su Wuming and the others, and said softly, "Wait a moment."
Fang Jun said: "The attempt just now is very meaningful. If you want to take away a fierce energy from it, in addition to trapping it within a barrier, you must also ensure that no sword puppets are planted within a radius of 900 feet. The man of the mark."
Mu Qing nodded seriously, glanced at the other six people, especially Dongfang Tielei, who was making the fastest progress, and frowned slightly.
At the edge of the square, Lu Tai caught Lu Dong outside Jianlu.
The sword demon was very satisfied when he saw this scene, and fell in front of the two of them. The bloodless Lu Dong opposite him smiled and said, "I know you have always been jealous of Lu Tai. It's a pity that you are not a real sword immortal. I will satisfy you immediately."
"No, no! Sir, I don't need..."
Lu Dong still wanted to struggle, but Sword Demon's palm had already fallen on top of his head.
The red ominous aura was as thick as blood, covering the figures of Sword Demon and Lu Dong. Soon, Lu Tai walked out of the ominous mist, looked in the direction of Mu Qing again, and sneered: "If you want to hold the sword, I will as you wish!"
