The body of the sword spirit of the ink jade sword also turned into a black giant sword as dark as ink jade.
Bloody, violent, cruel, ominous, painful...
All kinds of negative emotions emanate from this giant sword. It is indeed a magic sword through and through.
This black giant sword slashed in the direction of Meng Fan.
To capture the thief, capture the king first. The sword spirit of Mo Yujian also understands this principle.
In its view, Meng Fan is obviously the "king" and the backbone among the three.
Of course, it's also because Meng Fan is obviously the weakest among the three!
As long as Meng Fan is killed, the deadlock can basically be resolved.
The black giant sword faced Meng Fan's sword rain from the sky!
Meng Fan's ten thousand swords were unified, and each sword energy was crushed by this black giant sword. Obviously, although Wan Jian Gui Yi is strong, the gap between him and Mo Yu Jian's sword spirit is not small, and it is difficult to make up for it!
When Meng Fan's Wan Jian Guiyi was completely crushed by the black giant sword, Hong Qi's red giant sword also collided with the black giant sword.
Although Meng Fan's Ten Thousand Swords Guiyi consumed some energy of the black giant sword, Hong Qi was still slightly at a disadvantage.
If it continues, Hong Qi will most likely be completely crushed like Meng Fan's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One".
And if Hongqi's giant sword is crushed, it will be the moment when Hongqi's soul is shattered and turned into ashes!
Hongqi fought to the death, and the sword spirit of Mo Yujian also fought to the death, leaving no escape route.
Fortunately, besides Meng Fan and Hongqi, there is also the old monk!
The golden bowl transformed by the old monk hit the black giant sword hard when the black giant sword and the red Qi giant sword were fighting each other.
As expected of the old Yinbi who has been surviving for so many years!
The next second, the black giant sword broke inch by inch and turned into countless fragments.
Before these fragments hit the ground, they turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in mid-air.
At the same time, a shrill and sharp roar came from the void.
The sword spirit of Mo Yujian was really wiped out!
A smile appeared on Meng Fan's face, but before the smile lasted for a second, a black light shot towards him from the void.
The red giant sword suddenly trembled and turned into a red electric light, stopping in front of Meng Fan.
The alms bowl transformed by the old monk was faster and stopped in front of Meng Fan.
But this black light was extremely strange. It seemed to ignore everything and was unpreventable. It passed directly through the red sword and the old monk's alms bowl, and shot into Meng Fan's soul.
Meng Fan actually breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hongqi and the old monk standing in front of him.
But as soon as he was relieved, his expression changed and his heart trembled.
"Master, are you okay?" The red giant sword turned into a red shadow again, and asked Meng Fan with a worried look on his face.
"Donor Meng, are you okay?" The old monk was also a little worried. After all, if something happened to Meng Fan, then the five thousand spiritual stones just promised to him would most likely be wasted.
Meng Fan's soul frowned slightly. He checked himself and found nothing unusual.
But if you think about it with your toes, you know that the black light that just shot into your body would have no impact.
"Nothing unusual has been found yet." Meng Fan said softly.
After hearing what Meng Fan said, Hongqi's face was still full of worry and she couldn't let go.
However, the old monk breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was fine for the time being. Regardless of whether Meng Fan would be affected in the future, at least for the time being, his five thousand spiritual stones were saved.
On the third floor of the sword pavilion, Meng Fan's soul returned to his body. He checked his body again and still found nothing abnormal.
"Master?" Hong Qi's shadow also appeared on the third floor of the sword pavilion, looking at Meng Fan with concern.
Meng Fan shook his head and said: "I'm fine. You've spent a lot of money this time. Go back to Hongqijian and rest."
Moreover, Hongqi Sword and Hongqi also received a lot of the sword origin that Mo Yujian had just absorbed, and they needed to digest those sword origins in time.
Hongqi did not return to Hongqi Sword, but still looked at Meng Fan with great worry.
"Go back, this is an order!" Meng Fan glared at Hongqi.
Hearing this, Hongqi could only reluctantly get back into the Hongqi sword.
Wu Tian, who was on the third floor of the sword pavilion, couldn't help but look overjoyed when he saw the sword energy around him disappear.
"Senior Brother Meng, thank you very much for saving your life. I will remember this in my heart."
He thanked Meng Fan, and then rushed out of the third floor of the sword pavilion and returned to his room.
To be honest, he was really scared this time.
Meng Fan did not stop Wu Tian from leaving. His mind was no longer on Wu Tian. He looked at the black jade sword in his hand and fell into deep thought.
In his mind, he was still thinking about the black light that shot into his body just now.
Holding the black jade sword, he felt as if he was wielding it with his arm.
In fact, logically speaking, although the sword spirit of this black jade sword has been wiped out, this black jade sword still has nothing to do with Meng Fan. Meng Fan should not have this familiar feeling.
It's as if this Mo Yujian has recognized him as his master!
Meng Fan played with the black jade sword for a while, holding several sword flowers, and the more he used it, the easier it became.
He walked out of the sword pavilion and slashed toward the sky with his black jade sword.
A sword energy shot into the sky.
This random sword energy was stronger than Meng Fan expected. After all, it was activated by a Tao sword and was blessed by his innate sword body.
The most important thing is that this sword energy is full of killing intent, with obvious bloody violence, as if it will not stop until it drinks blood and kills people.
This is the characteristic of the Moyu Sword. Although the sword spirit of the Moyu Sword has been wiped out, the Moyu Sword is still the Moyu Sword.
After all, it is the sword spirit that is attached to the black jade sword, not the black jade sword that is attached to the sword spirit.
For a magic sword like the Black Jade Sword, although the sword spirit has been wiped out, a new sword spirit will be born sooner or later.
"Although this black jade sword is a magic sword and extremely evil, it is undeniable that it is really a good sword and has a bad future!
If you drink enough blood, you will definitely be promoted from a Dao sword to a divine sword in the future. If you are ruthless and kill it so hard, maybe you can be promoted to an immortal sword! "
Meng Fan looked at Mo Yujian and murmured to himself, but after finishing speaking, he shook his head.
He does not need to continue to upgrade the level of the Black Jade Sword, because he is destined to never lack the Divine Sword in the future.
Not to mention anything else, there is a Qingyun sword at the level of a divine sword in the sword pill.
As long as his strength reaches the point where he can control the divine sword, Qingyun Sword will definitely be driven by him.
Meng Fan doesn't need a killing sword like this black jade sword, because he is not a bloodthirsty and murderous person. He thinks that he is a peace-loving person.
Of course, there are some bitches who should be killed, and he doesn't mind using this black jade sword to kill them!
Meng Fan put the black jade sword into the storage ring and returned to the sword pavilion.
The Mo Jade Sword seemed to have recognized him as its master inexplicably. Naturally, he wanted to accept the Mo Jade Sword. There was no way he could put it back on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.
As the only deacon of the Sword Pavilion, he has no problem holding a sword, so he is not considered a thief.
