Although she didn't want to admit that this thin body that came out of the refugee slum was her current body, after the comparison of the perfect proportions of the body that had been made by using mental power, Tang Xiaojiu disliked this body even more......

But there is no way, who let her possess this body and then have to re-cultivate her mental power, and she doesn't have any extra mental power to transform her body?!

Hmph, when her mental power breaks through the captain level, she will definitely wash this human body well! When the time comes, it won't be a problem to break these nasty giant swords with your bare hands, bastard!

Why did Tang Xiaojiu make such an exclamation?

That's because she's now surrounded by these giant sword clones, and she's in a mess! In terms of murderous qi and sword qi, the impact of these two invisible "forces" on her is almost negligible, but you must know that this sword already has spiritual intelligence, which is what humans say, into essence......

With the sword spirit, the sword spirit can cultivate spiritual power like humans, and the way they cultivate spiritual power is to absorb the spiritual power of the sword's owner to achieve a steady improvement in their cultivation, and the second is to use the undead who died in their hands to absorb the power of the dead soul to strengthen themselves.

Obviously, this fierce sword has absorbed the power of the undead so far.

Its ferocity is also different from other sword spirits, that is, it absorbs the power of the master at all, and other sword spirits absorb the power of the master only a little bit by little, which will not cause any harm to the master's body, and can make the spiritual wave between the sword master and the sword gradually become similar, which is the reason why it will become more and more tacit.

But what about it...... The previous masters were directly driven crazy by its ferocity, and then absorbed all the spiritual power of the master, who let them covet its power?

Tang Xiaojiu and Fan Yin were scattered by waves of uninterrupted sword body attacks.

Tang Xiaojiu waved the double blades in her hand to smash away the flying sword that was attacking her, but after all, she only had two blades, and she was not able to defeat so many sword body clones, and she hid in Tibet, and she could have escaped the deadly attack.

Left and right, the white fur sweater robe has long been cut into a clean beggar's suit, and it is about to become a non-mainstream fancy dress......

Fan Yin is okay, his spiritual power is higher than Tang Xiaojiu, and his only advantage is not rich in spiritual power now, he has a spiritual shield in one hand and a spiritual power wave in the other, integrating attack and defense, isolating the sword body from himself, and also knocking down the flying sword, as soon as the flying sword falls, it loses its spiritual power support and becomes a spiritual son to dissipate.

Tang Xiaojiu put away the spirit blade, and the blue light on the dagger that had lost Tang Xiaojiu's spiritual power fusion disappeared, and it turned into its original unpretentious appearance again.

She quickly bent down to dodge another wave of sword bodies, which plunged into the ground for three minutes before turning into Lingzi.

Fan Yin glanced at her, and couldn't help but sweat for her, what are you doing dead girl? Put away your weapons because you want to find death?

Tang Xiaojiu raised his eyes to meet Fan Yin's eyes, and the firmness in his eyes made Fan Yin grit his teeth, this dead girl is really too ......

Let's take the plunge!

I really lost to her......

He put away the spiritual power shield, and the spiritual power turned into a fiery red spiritual power sword, struck away the sword waves around him, and ran in the direction of Tang Xiaojiu.

As soon as Fan Yin arrived at Tang Xiaojiu's position, Tang Xiaojiu immediately supported Fan Yin's thighs, jumped to Fan Yin's shoulders and stood tall, looking far away, and the little spiritual power left concentrated on exploring the sword group.

Thousands of sword bodies poured together, perhaps it was the confidence of the fierce sword that made all the swords gather together and be ready to attack, which undoubtedly gave Tang Xiaojiu a great convenience to explore!

Death?!

After searching around, Tang Xiaojiu's eyes locked on a sword that was exactly the same as other swords.

Tang Xiaojiu suddenly tiptoed Fan Yin's shoulder, leaned on the floating of spiritual power, and stretched out his little short hand, the target was the true body of the fierce sword.

However, her calculation was still missing the number of the speed of the fierce sword's movement, and the distance was only one centimeter, and the fierce sword instantly took a step back.

Tang Xiaojiu's eyes widened, and the murderous aura was pervasive, and in an instant, all the swords were stunned and stopped in place, and in an instant, Fan Yin took a big stride, picked up the sword between him and Tang Xiaojiu, and took Tang Xiaojiu's falling body.

"Are you alright?"

Tang Xiaojiu shook his head and stood up, his murderous aura was heavy and heavy, like a stormy wave attacking towards the sword group, the sword group trembled in fear, and then fell to the ground one after another, dissipating into a rich spirit and returning to the body of the fierce sword.

Tang Xiaojiu wiped off the blood dripping into her eyes, she took a step back, jumped up after running, and held the huge handle of the fierce sword, the fierce sword struggled violently, it has been sealed for a hundred years, how much it longs for freedom, just like a death row prisoner, this is good, if you can't kill the ants, you have to pay for your freedom, it's too late to cry!

Tang Xiaojiu was dissatisfied with the fierce sword's behavior that was still struggling at this time, she snorted coldly, and the murderous aura that permeated the air was concentrated, turning into a black rope in the body of the fierce sword.

The fierce sword kept trembling, the more it trembled, the more it trembled, this time it was not unwilling, but afraid, such a heavy murderous aura directly against it, even if it also absorbed the resentment of human beings and other negative emotions as its own nourishment, but such a strong murderous aura, it was not to mention absorbing, even it could feel the horror in it.

It finally gave up resistance completely, and it emitted a burst of black light as if flattering, wrapping around Tang Xiaojiu's wrist, rubbing and rubbing.

"My name is Tsusha!"