The next moment.
Luo Fu narrowed his eyes and shouted coldly in his heart.
"Nine Heavens Slaying God Sword Formation—Second Form, Infinite Sword Soul!"
In the sky above the head, the Nine Heavens Slaying God Sword Formation suddenly erupted into a dazzling array of light!
Even half of the sky was illuminated by that burst of light, as if it were daytime.
at the same time.
There seemed to be some mysterious power in the sword formation, which was released and shot towards the Xuanyuan Sword Tomb.
When the Samsara God's Master Sword was added to the sword formation, the God-Slaying Sword Formation had new attributes.
Clang, clank, clank!
There were rapid sounds of sword clanging, and high-frequency vibrations came from the Xuanyuan Sword Tomb!
It was as if he had been inspired by the Divine Sword's formation.
The sound of the sword was so rapid and intense that it was frightening.
"Is this!?" Wan Tianhao hurriedly looked at Xuanyuan Sword Tomb and exclaimed in shock: "How is this possible!?"
"There are hundreds of thousands of flying swords in the Sword Tomb, all of them rotted into dust, but how could there be the sound of swords ringing!?"
In the Sword Tomb, the hundred thousand flying swords buried by one hundred thousand Xuanyuan clan monks were all turned into iron powder.
This is what Wan Tianhao saw with his own eyes.
But now, where does that dense sound of swords come from?
Luo Fu said calmly: "Swords also have souls."
The soul of the sword is the sword spirit!
This is the terrifying part of the second style, the Infinite Sword Soul!
The Infinite Sword Soul is actually a growth-type killing move!
One hundred thousand Xuanyuan monks, one hundred thousand flying swords buried, all equipped with sword spirits!
And the Wuliang Sword Soul can use the sword spirit for its own use.
The more sword spirits absorbed, the more powerful this move will be!
The next moment.
A sword spirit suddenly rose into the air from the Xuanyuan Sword Tomb, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the God-Slaying Sword Formation!
From that stream of light, a hoarse voice came out.
"The sword spirit of the Xuanyuan clan, Li Xiuyuan, is ordered to kill the enemy!"
The next moment.
The dense sword spirit lights rose up one after another and came through the sky!
One hundred sword spirits, five hundred sword spirits, one thousand sword spirits!
Two thousand, five thousand, nine thousand, ten thousand!
Twenty thousand, fifty thousand, ninety thousand, one hundred thousand!
Every stream of light is a sword spirit!
One hundred thousand sword spirits collectively lifted into the sky. The scene was so vast and spectacular that it eclipsed the stars and the bright moon!
Among the sword spirits that were flying one after another, some heavy, some angry, some cold, or some indifferent voices floated out one after another.
"The Xuanyuan clan, the sword spirit of Xuantangang, is ordered to kill the enemy!"
"The Xuanyuan clan, the sword spirit of Zhao Chenghai, is ordered to kill the enemy in accordance with the sword master's last wish!"
"The Xuanyuan clan, the sword spirit of the royal city..."
"The Xuanyuan clan, Sun Tianhao's sword spirit..."
Sword spirits are deeply influenced by the sword master's sword intention, and are different from each other.
Some sword spirits have a murderous aura, just like dead soldiers on the battlefield.
Some are as ethereal as immortals, like monks with an immortal spirit.
Some are as fierce as monsters and can tear all enemies into pieces!
Each sword spirit inherits the will of the sword master during his lifetime, and it can be said that a hundred flowers bloom, competing for wonder and beauty.
At this moment, the one hundred thousand sword spirits deeply inspired by the God-Slaying Sword Formation, with one hundred thousand different personalities, all adhere to the same belief.
Return to the battlefield!
Kill the enemy thousands of miles away!
One hundred thousand sword spirits collectively lifted into the sky, like a waterfall flowing upstream!
Wan Tianhao watched this scene helplessly and felt a throbbing feeling from the bottom of his heart!
Killing intent!
The murderous intention that covers the sky!
Inside the sword tomb are all buried swords!
The Burial Sword itself is the last evidence of the deceased sword master's life left in the world!
kill!
kill!
kill!
One hundred thousand sword spirits all entered the God-Slaying Sword Formation.
The four god-level flying swords, as the master of the sword array, immediately collected one hundred thousand sword spirits into the sword curtain, and gave one hundred thousand sword spirits into entities!
Every sword spirit has become substantial!
The next moment!
Luo Fu pointed to the sky with one hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One hundred thousand sword spirits broke away from the sword curtain and vented down.
These sword spirits were like loyal guardians, densely covering Luo Fu in the middle area.
In the space surrounding Luo Fu, every step was filled with swords!
Every foot is a sword!
One hundred thousand sword spirits are floating silently, ready for action at any time!
Opposite him, Wan Tianhao was so shocked that his scalp was numb and his soles were cold.
He could really feel that these sword spirits were not at the same level as the tiny sword light Luo Fu had before!
The fear of death enveloped him, causing him to lose control of his mind.
In great fear, Wan Tianhao roared to embolden himself: "Pretend to be a ghost!"
"Wait until I punch your sword spirit to pieces!"
"Long live the magic power! It will last forever!"
Wan Tianhao sang the praises of the demonic skills, and used all his strength to punch Luo Fu with the strongest punch!
This punch was shot with both fists at the same time!
boom!
A red light ray with a diameter of ten feet penetrated the space, destroyed the void, and exploded towards Luo Fu.
Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his back, standing among the infinite sword spirits.
He looked indifferent, raised his arm slightly, and pointed at Wan Tianhao.
Buzz!
One hundred thousand sword spirits hanging upside down turned collectively, their swords pointed at Wan Tianhao!
Luo Fu's tone was cold and he spat out one word.
"kill."
One word export.
One hundred thousand sword spirits were dispatched in full force!
Endless sword spirits cover the sky and the sun!
At this moment, on every sword spirit, there was an afterimage of a trance appearing in a trance.
Every afterimage is the sword spirit, its master in life.
One hundred thousand monks from the Xuanyuan clan had sharp eyes and murderous intent.
Holding their beloved swords in their hands, they returned to the battlefield and drank the blood of their enemies!
The red light ray coming from the opposite direction met the Hundred Thousand Sword Spirits.
The densely packed sword spirits drowned and swallowed the red rays in an instant!
Even when the ants reach infinity, even the dragon in front of them is not worth mentioning!
The red rays were penetrated and riddled with holes, leaving no trace of armor intact.
Wan Tianhao's sight couldn't squeeze into the gap between the infinite sword spirits, let alone the fate of his red ray.
But he could feel that the ray disappeared!
Not exploded, but directly erased!
And the infinite sword spirit, in his sight, was approaching towards him.
Wan Tianhao's pupils shrank and he ran away in horror.
He worked hard to release the most magic power in his most extreme state.
The speed of the demon body was stretched to the limit, like a red lightning, dodging quickly!
call!
One hundred thousand sword spirits surged past Wan Tianhao's thousand-foot demonic body.
That Wan Tianhao had already escaped fast enough.
But he still felt that his lower body was slightly numb, and then he lost consciousness.
He looked down in shock, and at this glance, he screamed in panic.
"my leg!"
"Where are my legs!"
Wan Tianhao, from the waist down, was eaten clean by the Hundred Thousand Sword Spirits!
The lower body is gone!
"Ahhhh, my legs!"
"Grow me, heal me!"
The demonic body, possessing the ability to resurrect against the heavens, began to repair itself.
At the waist-high point of the break, dense tentacles of flesh and blood were thrown out!
These tentacles are entangled with each other, weaving wildly.
A pair of legs, in just one breath, knitted several inches of leg roots.
It is this kind of resurrection ability of the demons that caused countless true immortals and true gods to suffer a great deal during the battle between gods and demons.
And the same scene happened again eight million years later.
Luo Fu's starry eyes narrowed and he said indifferently: "Let's see if you grow faster or if I cut faster!"
After saying this, the Hundred Thousand Sword Spirits quickly turned around and rushed toward Wan Tianhao overwhelmingly.
Wan Tianhao roared in panic, and from a pair of magic eyes, he shot two straight beams of magic light towards the Hundred Thousand Sword Spirits!
He himself fled in panic.
Those two beams of magic light were drowned, cannibalized, and erased by a hundred thousand sword spirits!
Then, like a tide, it passed by Wan Tianhao.
When the sword spirit flies far away.
This time, even Wan Tianhao's stomach disappeared.
Only a pair of chests, a pair of demon arms, and a demon head are left!
This scene shocked all the enemy and friendly monks present so that their souls trembled!
The nearly invincible demonized Wan Tianhao was actually in Luo Fu's hands and was unable to even fight back.
This is not a fight at all!
Instead, they crushed and slaughtered them one side at a time!
Fang Qingxue looked at Wan Tianhao's tragic situation with stern eyes, and looked at Luo Fu subconsciously.
Seeing this, Fang Qingxue couldn't help but shout: "Ah, Luo Fu you..."
"How did you..."
In the sky, Luo Fu had "disappeared".
The only one left was an old man wearing Luo Fu robe.
Obtaining the fourth Divine Master Sword gave Luo Fu the qualification to perform the second style of the God-Slaying Sword Formation.
But it doesn't meet the entry-level requirements for using the Infinite Sword Soul.
Huge backlash!
If you want to lift a mountain, you must bear its weight!
The backlash not only took away Luo Fu's nine-day divine power, but even burned his life force!
Ling Luo Fu's silky white hair was as dry and yellow as grass.
The firm and handsome facial lines are as wrinkled and sunken as tree bark.
His natural and unrestrained temperament is even more depressing.
In a pair of deep-set eye sockets, the starry eyes were dim and pale.
At such a young age, he now looks like an old man in his dying years.
Fang Qingxue's eyes were red.
Luo Fu seemed to have easily established a huge advantage. What price he paid for it was only Luo Fu himself who secretly bore it.
Fang Qingxue, with blue veins protruding from her forehead, lost her voice and said: "Candle."
For some reason, Luo Fu at this moment seemed like a burning candle in her heart.
And they are all people illuminated by candlelight.
Xiao Cang looked at Luo Fu with red eyes. This time he no longer questioned his master.
It knew why Luo Fu had to leapfrog the level and use the Infinite Sword Spirit.
It’s not that I’m afraid of missing out on the One Hundred Thousand Sword Spirits, but that I feel a pity.
Instead, he will return to the battlefield with one hundred thousand sword spirits and his former sword master!
They cannot die in vain!
"Ah ah ah ah Luo Fu, let me go!"
In the sky, tens of thousands of people cried out for help.
As strong as Wan Tianhao, it turns out that he is also afraid of death.
"Luo Fu, I am your old enemy, do you really have the heart to kill me?"
"Let me go, let me become stronger, and let's have another hearty battle!"
"You must also want to be fair and aboveboard. Defeat me again!"
Luo Fu had no expression on his face and quietly watched Wan Tianhao's performance.
He said indifferently: "Ask these sword spirits."
"Ask those sword masters who were buried in sword tombs and would rather die than become demonized."
"Are they willing to let you go once?"
This time, Luo Fu did not issue an order.
And those hundred thousand sword spirits spontaneously turned around and pounced on Wan Tianhao.
One after another, the sword spirits violently penetrated Wan Tianhao's demonic body.
As if the Hundred Thousand Sword Masters were resurrected, they were biting Wan Tianhao's flesh and blood crazily, tearing apart Wan Tianhao's bones and meridians!
In the void, there seemed to be a faint voice, echoing ethereally.
"Xuanyuan is willing to protect the world, and he is willing to use his body as earth and his sword as his ambition!"
"The Xuanyuan clan! Bury the sword here and guard the world with my lord, King Xuanyuan God!"
"I am willing to use my body as a furnace and my life as fire to burn all the demons!"
"The Xuanyuan clan will fight against the demons until death!"
"I am willing to fight to the death with the demons and never compromise!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Eight million years later, with tragic and high aspirations, he returns to the battlefield!
In an instant.
Wan Tianhao, every inch of his flesh, bones, meridians, and internal organs were chewed up by a hundred thousand sword spirits!
"Senior Brother Tianhao!" Liu Xing, one hundred and fifty people, felt at the same time that the magic power they had been drawn away from them stopped.
Wan Tianhao is gone, and even his remaining soul has been eaten away.
When everyone in Liu Xing looked at Luo Fu with horrified eyes.
Their hearts trembled.
In the field of vision, they happened to see Luo Fu pointing towards them with an indifferent expression.
"Ahhh, don't, don't, don't come over here!"
One hundred thousand sword spirits swept away!
Liu Xing's one hundred and fifty people were wiped out in ashes!
The next moment.
Luo Fu raised his hand and pointed at the remaining enemy monks.
that moment.
The remaining thirteen thousand hostile monks stopped fighting at the same time and all knelt down.
With a trembling voice: "Luo Fu, please..."
Luo Fu had a cold face and said, "Shut up and suffer death."
One hundred thousand sword spirits vented their anger and left.
If you kill him, your blood will flow like a river, and not even a blade of grass will grow!
kill! kill! kill!
