Chapter Twenty-Five: Burial Sword Inheritance!
"Whew! Swish! Swish! β¦β¦β
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It's those weird blades, it's the inheritance of that Wang Shaoyi!
This inheritance is simply terrifying, it can invoke true qi and condense into a blade that I don't know what it is!
This blade gives people a sense of urgency and coercion, presumably even a mysterious weapon may not bring such a sense of oppression!
Could it be an earth-level 'Dao weapon', or a heaven-level 'spiritual weapon'? This is simply terrifying, presumably this blade, if it is condensed into substance, the sword qi released by each single sword can strangle Ye Xiuwen alive?
But unfortunately, that Wang Shaoyi does not have such skills. And Ye Xiuwen, after suffering more than a dozen knife wounds, successfully flashed in front of Wang Shaoyi!
"Hah! Ha! Ha! I have to say, you are very stupid, these blades are all transformed by my true qi, how can you hurt me? You're so naΓ―ve, you give me death! β
Wang Shaoyi saw Ye Xiuwen attacking, he didn't laugh angrily, and the endless true qi was all mobilized by him in an instant, and he slashed Ye Xiwen with eighteen weapons before and after.
"Whew! Swish! Swish! β
The eighteen blades were extremely fast, rushing towards Ye Xiuwen like a streamer, presumably under this blow, Ye Xiuwen would definitely die on the spot.
But I don't want to, at the same time, Ye Xiuwen also raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered, and between the waves of his arms, he actually shouted: "Swing your breath!" β
But what is this 'rejuvenation'? This is the third form of the Shadowless Divine Needle. This style of exercise was also practiced by Ye Xiuwen to the realm of Dacheng.
And what is Dacheng? Dacheng is already proficient in this exercise, but if he wants to go further, he needs more and more experience.
At this time, what Ye Xiuwen lacked was experience, because his opponents were simply too few, too few, and his moves could not be used at all.
However, it is really the emperor who pays off! Finally, Ye Xiuwen has an opponent, and this opponent is driving a sharp blade to attack, and it is the best time for him to use this last hand to 'rejuvenate the heart'.
"Buzz! β¦β¦β
Ye Xiuwen's arms shook, and endless true qi rushed out, and immediately around his body, a terrifying cyclone was formed.
The cyclone spun up, setting off an incomparably terrifying hurricane, and under the drive of the true qi and the hurricane, whether it was sediment or dead branches and leaves, they all rotated with Ye Xiuwen's body, and finally formed an incomparably terrifying tornado hurricane.
"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! β¦β¦β
Eighteen blades shot into the tornado hurricane, and disappeared in an instant. And in the face of such a terrifying exercise, that Wang Shaoyi widened his eyes in horror.
He didn't understand what was going on, why couldn't he pierce the hurricane with his proud ten thousand slashes?
"Damn! What exactly is this move? Causing a mutation? At least it should be a Xuan-level exercise! Damn, this is just damn damn, this guy has just too many hole cards! β¦β¦β
Wang Shaoyi scolded in his heart, but he didn't give up the last chance, because his ten thousand slashes were still there, and in this regard, he knew better than anyone else that he wanted to burst his true qi as much as possible, and strive to control his ten thousand slashes and escape from that strange circle.
However, this spiral nest is simply terrifying, and the suction power is huge, so that his eighteen blades can't get out of trouble for a while.
"Humph! I don't have much true anger, success or failure in this move, cut it for me! β¦β¦β
In the swirling nest, a cold snort came out, and then the endless mud and sand and dead branches and leaves swept away, and the eighteen blades also rushed towards Wang Shaoyi!
"Hahaha! I just said that you are stupid enough, these blades are all gathered by my true qi, how can you hurt me in the slightest? β
Wang Shaoyi laughed, but Ye Xiuwen snorted coldly: "The stupid person is you, look behind you, what is it?" β
"Huh?"
At this time, Wang Shaoyi realized that the evil wind behind him was not good, and it was the three ironclad warriors who came one after another.
"Damn the ironclad samurai, you can't even kill it, but it's nothing! This time, I'm going to chop you all to pieces, cut me off! β
Wang Shaoyi drank loudly and poured all his true qi into his arms. Then he pointed behind him, and the eighteen blades that rushed forward also accelerated instantly, directly penetrating his body.
But it doesn't matter anymore, because these blades were originally condensed by his true qi, how could they hurt him in the slightest? On the contrary, those ironclad warriors were shot one after another by these eighteen blades!
"Hahaha! I said, you ,......."
Wang Shaoyi was still laughing before, but for some reason, he suddenly was stunned, and he said the word 'you' tightly, and then fell down.
"Poof!"
Wang Shaoyi's body finally fell, smashing on the messy dead branches and leaves, trembling.
Wang Shaoyi is dead, but you can see his unwillingness in his eyes full of hatred. He was really unwilling, he was obviously going to win, but because of his negligence, he ended up becoming someone else's prey.
It was 'a little bit of a spirit', and at the very moment of the end of his life, he saw that little bit of silver.
But, at that time, it was too late for anything. That little bit of silver had invaded his body, crushing all his life.
"Buzz!"
Wang Shaoyi died, but the eighteen blades did not fall. Instead, after a piercing buzz, it converged into a ball of light, and finally shot into Ye Xiuwen's sea of knowledge.
"Ugh!"
The light group entered the body, and Ye Xiuwen's sea of knowledge was like an explosion. Obviously, in order to obtain this inheritance, Ye Xiuwen still needs to use some means.
As a result, Ye Xiuwen adjusted the only trace of true qi left in the collective, wanting to suppress this group of light. But I didn't want to think that at this moment, that sacred mountain actually bloomed with a golden ray, shattering this stubborn light cluster.
"Hidden Sword Mountain? Ten thousand slashes? β
The light cluster was shattered, revealing a few handwritings, and Ye Xiuwen was surprised. And immediately after, there was endless information, forcibly injected into his sea of knowledge.
At this time, Ye Xiuwen finally understood that this 'Ten Thousand Slashes' divine skill was not the inheritance of a certain person at all, but the inheritance of an entire Hidden Sword Mountain, if he was recognized by this Divine Mountain, he could sit on a Hidden Sword Mountain!
This is simply terrifying, the entire Hidden Sword Mountain, how many divine blades will be buried? And if you get it, such a sacred mountain is undoubtedly like a tiger with wings.
And at that time, he acted as a Dao soldier legion, and he had endless divine blades, in this real martial world,......
No, that's still in the real martial arts world, presumably at that time, all the heavens and all the worlds will be trampled under his Ye Xiuwen's feet! Shattering space and returning to Earth is not a dream at all! β¦β¦