"What do you want to do!" Wan Chutian was a little shocked. He didn't expect Tang Ming to do such a ridiculous thing.
However, Tang Ming's expression was still dull, and the emotion on his face did not change at all, "Everyone thinks that I am the successor of the Immortal Sword. I carry such a huge responsibility. What will happen if I abandon this responsibility?"
The Qiankun Fairy Sword that absorbed the blood gradually began to show a bright color. Such a strange scene shocked Wan Chutian.
"The Immortal Sword actually has such an effect when it sucks blood. It seems that we need to study you carefully." Wan Chutian was also curious about what secrets the Immortal Sword had that were not yet developed, so he decided to capture Tang Ming and take him to the Holy Land of Sword Dao. Do some research.
But just when Wan Chutian decided to take action, he could feel the sword sounds starting from the Qiankun Fairy Sword.
Such strange movements made Wan Chutian hesitate. Just when he was about to let go of the hilt of the sword, he unexpectedly felt a strong suction force constantly devouring his spiritual power.
That powerful suction force was emitted from the Qiankun Fairy Sword, and it was continuously transmitted to Tang Ming's body, and repaired the injured wounds.
"The fairy sword bites back!"
Wan Chutian immediately sensed something was wrong, but no matter how he tried to break away from the absorption of the fairy sword, it was to no avail, as if there was a powerful invisible force binding his arm.
At this time, a cold smile appeared on Tang Ming's face, "You know? The fairy sword is not complete, so what if you get it? Without the sword spirit, what you get is just an empty shell."
Listening to what Tang Ming said, Wan Chutian suddenly realized that when he got the Qiankun Immortal Sword, there was no resonance at all, as if it was an immortal weapon without consciousness.
It turns out that the sword body is just an empty shell, and the real connotation is actually the sword spirit. Without the sword spirit, there is no way to exert the true power of the fairy sword. This is why Tang Ming is so confident.
In just a moment, Wan Chutian could feel that the spiritual energy in his body began to be swallowed up. On the other hand, Tang Ming's breath began to become stable after absorbing the spiritual energy.
"You have been luring me into taking the bait all this time. The purpose is to personally trigger the backlash of the fairy sword after I consume too much." Wan Chutian regretted at this moment.
If he had known this, he should have known this person as soon as possible, otherwise this situation would not have happened.
"It's too late to know now. After all your spiritual power is absorbed, you will be defeated in the end."
Feeling that his spiritual power was gradually recovering, Tang Ming stretched out his palm, summoned the Green Lotus Fairy Sword into his hand, and immediately looked at the opponent's head.
In the past, this blow might not have been able to cause any harm to him, but now that the situation had changed, it was impossible for Wan Chutian, without spiritual protection, to be able to block this blow.
But at the moment when the sword blade was about to fall.
Wan Chutian immediately frowned, and his left hand turned into a sword blade and cut off the arm that was holding the hilt and could not let go.
"laugh!"
Blood splashed, Wan Chutian cut off his arm, and at the same time successfully escaped from the swallowing.
It's just that this self-mutilation caused serious injuries to his arm. The broken blood vessels continued to leak out blood. Even if he was wrapped in a robe, he could not stop the loss of blood.
"Escape with broken arms, you Wan Chutian are really a hero!" Tang Ming's voice sounded.
He saw his heart skip a beat, and when he was about to pull out the Qiankun Fairy Sword inserted in his chest, a trace of blood immediately splashed to the ground. The fairy sword that had absorbed the blood kept making sword sounds.
A Tai Chi Universe Seal gradually appeared in Tang Ming's eyes, one black and one white, corresponding to the yin and yang of heaven and earth.
Watching the other party take the Qiankun Immortal Sword as his own, Wan Chutian's eyes exuded a look of unwillingness, "No, my Immortal Sword, the Immortal Sword I have worked so hard to obtain, how can it be taken away by a junior like you!"
After the words fell, he immediately waved his hand and attacked with endless killing intent.
Even though Wan Chutian's strength has gradually begun to weaken, it is still easy to kill Tang Ming, who is in the Yuan-building realm.
At the moment when his palm was about to hit Tang Ming.
A figure immediately appeared.
"Wan Chutian, at this time, why are you still so stubborn!"
Xuan Xiaozi unfolded his shield and stood in front of the two of them.
Wan Chutian, who had absorbed most of his spiritual power, was naturally unable to compete with Xuan Xiaozi, not to mention that he also had a broken arm.
With just a palm strike, Wan Chutian's figure quickly retreated dozens of steps.
"Tsk!"
After paddling a few steps, he slowly stopped.
Then he covered his broken arm with a frown on his face, and said with a hint of fatigue in his tone, "My disciple is dead and his reputation is ruined. Now if I can't even get an immortal sword, how can I, Wan Chutian, have the nerve to return to the Holy Land of Sword Dao." "
The decision-making this time was originally flawless, but it was because of many changes that the plan completely failed.
Of the tens of thousands of disciples, less than half of them died. Those were the best of the best and could become the mainstay of the sect, even elder-level monks.
Their future realm will definitely not stop at the Yuan-building realm, but now they all died here and became a pile of corpses.
"What else do you want? Do you want to die here with your disciples?"
Wan Chutian suddenly sneered: "Death? Although I am no longer at the peak of my strength, snatching a fairy sword is not a problem!"
At this moment, both sides are exhausted, and it depends on who can last until the end.
Just when he was about to take action, he heard a roaring sound in the sky.
I saw a huge flying boat appearing at the foot of the mountain. Countless disciples returned one after another, and they suddenly stared at Wan Chutian.
The several Dongtian elders who came at the head also instantly protected Tang Ming and Xuan Xiaozi behind them.
In an instant, countless figures arrived one after another, all raising their weapons, ready to fight Wan Chutian to the death.
The sky and the earth were dim, and the bloody dusk spread on the ground, reflecting countless figures.
At this moment, Wan Chutian had to face the elite disciples of the Martial Arts Holy Land and several elders of the Cave Heaven Monk. At that time, he seemed a little lonely.
A monk standing at the top of the Sky Continent has lost all the color on his body.
"Wan Chutian, do you still want to fight?" Xuan Xiaozi's cold voice sounded.
Looking at the thousands of troops in front of him, Wan Chutian's eyes flashed with loneliness, "I lost..."
