But seeing that the fission speed of the spirit pattern on the Changhong iron sword was getting faster and faster, the black soul power acted on it, as if a viscous substance covered the one hundred and eight spirit patterns, making it clearly displayed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The speed of fission and dissolution is about one-third of the speed, and then those spirit patterns are maintained by the black soul power, like earthworms in the soil, although they move slowly, but they do not affect the continued dissipation and destruction.

The slow speed only lasted for less than five seconds, and the black soul power completely lost its imprisoning effect, and because it was suppressed, the rebound speed of the spirit pattern shattering became more intense, and in an instant, fifty or sixty spirit patterns completely turned into spiritual energy crumbs, and they were scattered in the air with the wind.

And in this short process, there were more than twenty spirit patterns that dissolved and dispersed in a strange manner, and then there was an exciting sound of sword roar from the Changhong Iron Sword, as if it was a spiritual creature struggling to the death.

The destructive power emanating from it gradually became stronger, and the spirit pattern in the Changhong Iron Sword was becoming more and more clear and piercing, and when it reached a certain critical point, the inside of the Changhong Iron Sword was accompanied by countless residual spatial spirit patterns, and all of them were shattered with a bang.

Thousands of spiritual energy points of light emitted brilliant brilliance like fireworks, and then splashed more than a meter high, whirring and sprinkling, like thousands of light jade landing, all of them were shrouded in it within ten meters.

"No...... My Sword Spirit...... No! ”

Sikong Xuan's spirit suddenly collapsed as if it were falling with the rain of light that slipped down around him! He hugged the Changhong Iron Sword and suddenly wilted to the hard ground, and stroked the Changhong Iron Sword that had become spiritually devoid with both hands, and with the overflow of those light chips, all the one hundred and eight spirit patterns had disappeared.

Any spatial spirit pattern has a common characteristic, no matter how valuable things are hidden in it, and no matter how inseparable the existence is, once the space spirit pattern collapses, all the items inside will be swallowed by the space and turned into complete nothingness.

The black soul power slowly dissipated from the sword body, and the overflowing soul power was also retracted by Nalan Qingfeng, he looked at the Changhong Iron Sword that had become mediocre, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Staring at Sun Long in the distance with some complicated emotions, Nalan Qingfeng sighed and said, "Anyway, the Changhong Iron Sword has been repaired, and although the sword spirit has been destroyed, it can still continue to be cultivated, Xuan'er doesn't have to be sad about it......"

Although the words are so comforting, after all, this sword spirit has accompanied Sikong Xuan for eighty years, and if he suddenly gives up, no one's heart will accept it at once.

Nalan Qingfeng was worried not only about Sikong Xuan's grief and indignation at the loss of his sword spirit, but also worried that he would be angry with Sun Long because of this.

This Changhong Iron Sword was originally not reported as a possibility of repair, if the final decision is made and the collective proves that this sword must not be repaired, then forget it, although Sikong Xuan will be entangled for a while, but sooner or later it can be accepted.

But now Sun Long boasted that he could repair it, but there was an accident, and now although the Changhong Iron Sword was repaired, the sword spirit was broken. He should have been thanked, but he must have offended Sikong Xuan because of this, and this senseless black pot back was indeed wronged.

According to Sikong Xuan's temper, he will definitely take revenge on Sun Long, and even in his excitement, he will hurt Sun Long.

It's impossible for Sikong Xuan to sit idly by.

"The spirit pattern was shattered...... How is it possible, this precious blood can repair materials with different attributes, and it has the effect of turning decay into magic, how can it have a destructive power on the spirit pattern, how can this ......"

At this time, Sun Long also seemed a little sluggish, if he couldn't keep the sword spirit of the Changhong Iron Sword, then it was completely okay to return to the furnace and create another according to the plan made by the previous Liyuan masters.

After so many things, with a high-profile posture that could repair the Changhong Iron Sword, he slapped those ten refiners in the face, and then gave hope to the Iron Sword Sect Master and Apprentice, and now he has shattered this hope with his own hands, which is really a cruel thing.

Whether it was for the two masters and apprentices of the Heavenly Sword Sect, or for Sun Long himself, it was a cruel thing.

So at this moment, Sun Long looked a little sluggish, and then he suddenly remembered one thing, that is, the storage ring that he obtained from Zhao Qing, the inner disciple of the Liuyun Sect, in the Liu family, also used the blood to break the seal of the storage ring and take out many of the items inside.

But soon after, the storage ring was destroyed due to the collapse of the spatial spirit pattern, and I didn't know what the reason was at the time, and in the end it was just a problem with the storage ring itself.

At this time, I thought about it, most of this was related to the treasure blood, but I didn't expect that this treasure blood had an innate repair and fusion effect on materials with different attributes, but it had a fatal damage effect on those ethereal spirit patterns.

This is simply a treasure of success and blood, and a blood of defeat!

Just when he was deeply reflecting...... Sun Long suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of heat all over his body, and the feeling of blood gushing appeared again, and at this moment he was finally a little difficult to control this state, and beads of sweat suddenly rolled down his forehead.

In the distance, Sikong Xuan stroked the sword body of Changhong's iron sword in heartache, and then threw the iron sword into the sword pool, he turned around and stared at Sun Long with a cold gaze, seeing him like this, he said disdainfully: "Do you also know that you are afraid?" Little bastard, you ruined my sword spirit, ruined its last chance to survive, I want to avenge it, I want you to die! ”

The pale yellow soul power that rolled around Sikong Xuan's body burst out, as if countless sharp blades burst out, and these breaths hit the rocks, all of which made a crashing sound.

"Master, I was wrong......

Seeing Sikong Xuan's angry emotions and attitude, Qingshu, who had been silent for a long time, was wet with cold sweat. He secretly scolded himself in his heart for being too reckless, and he really believed that Sun Long could repair the Changhong Iron Sword.

Now the result is the same, although it is to repair the body of the Changhong Iron Sword, but it has destroyed the sword spirit that Sikong Xuan values the most, if he had known that this was the result, then why did he bother to wade into this troubled water?

Qingshu knelt on the hard ground all of a sudden, cold sweat sprinkled on his forehead like rain ripples, Sikong Xuan's temper he knew better than anyone else, once it broke out, it would be dead!

"I blame you for this waste, and I introduced this little bastard, what can repair the iron sword, it's here to destroy my sword spirit! If that's the case, I'll still need him? Liar, this liar, I have to kill him! ”

Wow, a fierce soul power sword light shot out, hitting the body of Qingshu, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling a little, and he shot out like a kite with a broken string, and fell under a stone wall a hundred meters away, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

At this time, Sun Long's whole body was extremely hot, even his eyes were a little red, his body was wrapped in a layer of faint blood, and the blood vessels all over his body were rolling and bulging, just like thick cow tendons, as if they might burst at any time.

"Pretend, no matter what kind of pretense you make today, you can't save you, go die!"

Sikong Xuan's palm condensed a three-foot-long sharp soul sword, without any politeness and hand-keeping, with a powerful soul power foundation as the source of urging, the soul power long sword shot out towards Sun Long with a terrifying power.

This soul sword pierced the air, and if it really stabbed Sun Long, Sun Long would immediately be shattered by the powerful force and turned into a scarlet blood canopy.

Nalan Qingfeng's old eyes crossed a glint, he himself did not agree with Nalan Qingfeng's such emotional behavior, and the black soul power that had been condensed between his fingers was ejaculated in an instant.

The two powerful forces shot towards Sun Long one after the other, but it was obvious that Nalan Qingfeng's strength was countless times stronger than Sikong Xuan's, and if he wanted to stop Sikong Xuan's murder, the other party would hardly have any chance of success.

Just when these two forces, both of which were based on the origin of sword qi and urged out, pierced through the void, the far deepest part of the Nine Sword Shrine, suddenly erupted with a deafening sound of sword roar, as if a sword as powerful as the world suddenly awakened, and then let out an angry roar!

Airplanes...... The powerful kendo sound wave shot out in a clearly visible silver spurt, and then it was enveloped by the powerful kendo will, and the indescribably powerful cutting power filled the space, as if it was about to cut everything here to pieces.

On the rocks on the edge of the area that had been affected in the distance, countless powdery substances appeared, spilling down with a clatter, and countless small sword pools began to fluctuate violently at this moment.

Countless subtle powers were extracted from the metal liquid in the sword pool, and then combined with those cutting wills, forming a substance that seemed to be a substantial sword blade, forming irregular semi-circular sharp blades, floating in the air in the direction of Sun Long in a regular way.

Almost instantly, the two attacks on Sun Long's soul power attack were shattered in the air at the same time, and the powerful sword power was instantly thousands of meters, almost at the same time, the four people present were enveloped.

Nalan Qingfeng immediately urged a black soul power area, enveloping all four people in the field, this area was completely composed of pure soul power, and the support point of energy was Nalan Qingfeng's body.

The rich soul power barrier touched those sharp blades, making a sneering cutting sound, the blade was very domineering, every time it hit the soul power barrier, Nalan Qingfeng could feel the soul power being violently consumed, and the amount of storage would drop a lot.

If it continues, I'm afraid it won't take more than five minutes, and even he won't be able to continue to maintain the operation of his soul power, forming an effective protection for the others present.

At this time, the Nine Sword Shrine is really like a sea of blades, with sharp blades cutting everywhere, and life here is already as fragile as ants.

Nalan Qingfeng's cloudy old eyes flashed with doubt, and he cast his gaze into the depths of the Nine Sword Shrine, where there were countless remnant swords left over from the time of the ancestors, as a place for the ancestors to bury their swords, ordinary disciples had always been forbidden to enter, so as not to desecrate the ancestors' souls.

But in the deepest part, there is a secret that has existed since the time of the ancestor Xiao Qingfeng, this secret, even the ancestor of Xiao Qingfeng has not been solved, and in the end, he can only find the scarce resource Tianshan Wu Iron at the ends of the earth to imitate the nine iron swords.

Nine Sword Shrines...... Substances that cannot be opened for use...... Could it be that it ...... It was turned on, was it awakened, to be exact?

Nalan Qingfeng actually fell into a state of panic!

Any sect has core secrets, and these core secrets are usually only known to the top level of the sect, and some extremely special secrets are always known only to the sect master.

It just so happened that Nalan Qingfeng had mastered such a secret, and judging from the reaction that erupted from the Nine Sword Shrine at this time, except for that existence, there was no possibility that there would be a scene that many people saw at this time!

"Master...... You...... Look at Sun Long...... What's going on with this kid? ”

Just when Nalan Qingfeng's divine consciousness fell into a state of thought, Sikong Xuan beside him suddenly let out a frightened sound, as if he had seen a strange and terrifying scene!

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(To be continued)