The silk of the Xilu Sword is erratic, moving forward and back, left and right, and is capable of many changes. Pu Tianwei turned a blind eye and lowered his eyes without even looking at it. Seeing him being so arrogant, Mo Anchuan felt uncertain. He frowned slightly, and with a wave of his fingers, he activated the second strand of sword wire, echoing each other, and grabbed Zhang Zhang in front of Pu Tianwei.
The gray strange insect suddenly raised its head, as if a glutton had smelled delicious food. One end split into two strands, like a small mouth. He sucked in as hard as he could, and the deer-washing sword silk was involuntarily brought forward, and it bit him. , swallowing it into his belly inch by inch, struggling desperately, sometimes twisting around, sometimes desperately beating the opponent, but there is no way to get rid of it, and finally he is swallowed up by it.
Mo Anchuan was horrified. He stretched out his hand and tried to withdraw the remaining strand of sword silk, but he was already half a beat too late. The strange insect seemed to have received a huge boost of energy. It was full of energy and suddenly jumped forward and took a mouthful. Bite the sword wire, drag it, and suck it into your belly like eating noodles.
Sword wire versus sword wire, strong or weak will be judged, there is absolutely no trickery. Mo Anchuan's face was extremely ugly. The deer-shielding sword silk was good at changing, but he couldn't escape the strange insect sucking it casually. His worst nightmare became a reality. Park Tianwei had the confidence to be so confident. Could it be that with a wave of the evil-repelling sword, what was released was not a sword? Silk, but a sword spirit with open intelligence?
"This is... the evil-fighting sword spirit?" Mo Anchuan's voice was extremely bitter. It was a small matter to lose face in front of everyone, but it was a huge disaster to disobey Pu Tianwei on impulse.
After swallowing two strands of sword silk, the strange insect swelled a little, its head and eyes were blurred, and it became a little smaller. It was still not satisfied, and nodded at Mo Anchuan, as if it still had more to say. Mo Anchuan was secretly alert, his heart sinking, and he suspected that Park Tianwei would kill him to establish his authority.
There was silence in the Erxiang Palace, and all eyes turned to the gray strange insect. No one dared to say whether it was the legendary sword spirit or whether Park Tianwei had taken that step.
Ding Yuan took half a step forward and stood behind his senior brother. He was a simple-minded person who said, "There is nothing more than giving up the sword." However, his senior brother was following his lead. Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, he couldn't help but be eager to try.
Pu Tianwei did have the intention to establish his authority. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ding Yuan, "Elder Ding, are you willing to give it a try?"
Ding Yuan thought for a while and said: "Just try it once, you have to be careful -" He took out the Seven Virtues Sword from the sword pouch and waved it casually. The sword edge moved an inch, and there was a "buzz -" sword sound. Ming, strong winds were blowing in the hall, Mo Anchuan was close at hand, his right arm trembled, the stone sword in the Buddha's hand was caught by the sound of the sword, five fingers suddenly straightened, and he lost control for a moment.
Junior Brother's Seven Virtues Sword has been refined to this extent?
Ding Yuan walked out from behind his senior brother and babbled: "This sword was made from persimmon wood by my Kunlun ancestor. Persimmon has seven virtues: one tree has many lives, two leaves have many shades, three have no bird's nest, four have few insect beetles, and five frosts The leaves can be played with, six guests can eat, and the seven fallen leaves are plump, so it is called the Seven Virtues Sword. Among the five elements, gold is the master of killing, and wood is the master of hair growth. The Seven Virtues Sword is very different from the ordinary metal flying sword..."
Mo Anchuan interrupted him and said, "Junior brother, stop nagging. If you want to take action, take action without saying a few words!"
Ding Yuan smiled and said: "Persimmon has seven virtues, and the wood is responsible for the growth of hair." He shook the Seven Virtues Sword, and in an instant, the flying sword disintegrated into countless blue sword threads, flying all over the sky, intertwining into an airtight tower. The cage traps the strange insects in it.
What he practiced was Qing Ming Jue, which was called "Fan Cage" when he made a move. Qing Ming Jue was the first among Kunlun's four techniques and was all-encompassing. "Shoot the Sun" drove away flying swords, "Split the Sky" drove away sword light, and "Thousand Blades" drove away sword energy. , "Fan Cong" drives the sword silk. It is said that after practicing it to the deepest depths, using the sword to break the sword light, using the sword light to break the sword energy, using the sword energy to break the sword silk, it is far better than other sword techniques.
Ding Yuan didn't think as much as Mo Anchuan. He was really just happy to see the hunter and tried the sword. "Fan Cong" went towards the strange insect transformed by the sword silk without any intention of hurting anyone. Pu Tianwei knew very well that among the three of Mo, Ding, and Shi, Ding Yuan had the highest cultivation level. If he could be defeated, the dust would settle in the Erxiang Palace today. However, whether he can do it or not is not up to him.
The name of that inconspicuous strange insect is "Tianlu". It is really the sword spirit of the evil sword. However, the sword spirit has become spiritual and often does its own thing and does not listen to orders. You will know this when you look at the Qingming Festival. He steals Taoist Ziyang's elixirs as snacks, and sneaks down the mountain to play when he gets the chance... He just broke through the Sword Spirit Pass not long ago, and he doesn't have much control over "Tianlu".
Tianlu was trapped in the cage made of Qingming Sword Silk, like a mouse falling into a rice vat. He opened his mouth and ate happily, and strands of Qingming Sword Silk disappeared into his mouth. He watched it expand at a speed visible to the naked eye. Gradually, the appearance of a woman appeared, with horns on her head, naked body, a deer's body below the navel, wind on her four hooves, and her advance and retreat were like lightning.
Ding Yuan shook his head. The Qingming Sword Silk was indestructible. Even if the Seven Virtues Sword was not known for its sharpness, it would not be reduced to such a situation. The only one who could eat the sword silk was the Sword Spirit.
For a moment, Mo Anchuan lost all hope. He reached out and put his hand on Ding Yuan's shoulder, sighing: "Junior brother, stop, we admit defeat!"
Ding Yuan always obeyed his senior brother's words. He immediately activated the Qing Ming Jue and retracted all the sword wires, gathering them into a Seven Virtues sword. It was incomplete from tip to hilt. It was obviously badly damaged.
Mo Anchuan straightened his clothes, stepped forward, bowed and saluted, and said solemnly: "Mo from the Sword Control Sect has met Master Pu, please atone for your sins!" He bent down and lowered his head, waiting for the master's decision. He did not straighten up. Get up.
Pu Tianwei put the evil-fighting sword on Tianlu's horn, withdrew the sword spirit, looked at Mo Anchuan for a long time, suddenly smiled and said: "Elder Mo, there is no need to be polite, please get up."
