Therefore, Milot fought quickly, and the moment he showed off his black fighting spirit, his right hand hit Zheng Qiankun's abdomen fiercely.

The force of this punch was not light, and Zheng Qiankun couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

As Milot thought, because of his punch, Zheng Qiankun, whose consciousness began to blur, gradually dissipated the black fighting qi that kept surging on his body.

Soon, the black fighting spirit around Zheng Qiankun's body seemed to be indifferent, and it was very weak.

These faint black fighting qi is Zheng Qiankun's last trace of unwilling consciousness, as long as Zheng Qiankun faints to death, this trace of black fighting energy will also dissipate because of this.

Without hesitation, let alone giving Zheng Qiankun a chance, Milot kicked Zheng Qiankun in the abdomen, and immediately, the severe pain made Zheng Qiankun's consciousness begin to become blurred.

Zheng Qiankun still held on, he didn't want to faint, he didn't want to let go of Milot, who made the stone disappear, it was this simple idea, it made Zheng Qiankun still retain that trace of consciousness.

Zheng Qiankun's tenacity did not win Milot's mercy, but instead, Milotte showed his silver greatsword.

"Brother Lot!" Luo Qi called out.

Hearing this, the kind-hearted Luo Qi didn't want poor Zheng Qiankun to be injured, but in fact, Milot's kick just now was enough for Zheng Qiankun.

Luo Qi's call didn't stop Milot, who still wielded his silver greatsword.

Milot didn't want Zheng Qiankun to die, he just hit Zheng Qiankun's neck with the hilt of the silver sword, which was a place where it was easy to get stunned.

For such a thing, Milot, who is a bounty hunter, is very familiar with it, although he said that he used the method he used to deal with Zheng Qiankun just now to make others stunned, but there are always some idiots with strong consciousness.

For these idiots, Milot will not hesitate to kill them, and for idiots like Zheng Qiankun, who are still very important, Milot can only stun them.

It was very effective, after Milot hit Zheng Qiankun's neck with the hilt of his sword, Zheng Qiankun immediately fainted.

Looking at Zheng Qiankun who had fainted, Li Mao smiled helplessly.

"Can't you just be lighter?" said to Milot.

Milot didn't even look at Li Mao, he was simply mocking himself with this sentence.

But isn't it, if Li Mao thought that Milot was heavy, he should have stopped it a long time ago, obviously, Li Mao, who didn't stop it, in some ways, he still thought that Zheng Qiankun was light.

"Ha! It seems that you are deliberately trying to make Zheng Qiankun faint to death. Chiru saw a clue.

Yes, Zheng Qiankun must faint to death now, not only because Zheng Qiankun's black fighting spirit just now is far beyond his ability to bear, but more importantly, Li Mao needs Zheng Qiankun to faint to death, so that Li Mao can recall the soul of the stone.

All Li Mao can do is to recall the soul of the stone, and it is impossible for the body of the stone to be re-cast.

Coming to Zheng Qiankun's side, Li Mao drew a strange magic circle.

Milot and the others know and know this magic circle, and what Li Mao is painting now is the 'soul array', a magic circle unique to fixing the soul.

The Soul Array can attach souls to weapons, which is not very difficult to do, after all, on many high-level magic costumes, many forges bind their souls to the weapons they have created.

These forgers are not crazy, they do this to make the weapons they have spent their lives building more spiritual, which is why many high-level magic costumes will choose their masters.

Once the soul is fixed to the weapon, these weapons will choose who is worthy of using them, and to put it bluntly, which people can perfectly display the true strength of the weapon.

What Li Mao has to do now is exactly what many foundries will do, imprisoning the soul of the stone on Zheng Qiankun's weapon.

After drawing the magic circle, Li Mao took the big sword made of amethyst in Zheng Qiankun's hand.

Inserted the purple sword into the center of the circle, and then, Li Mao clasped his hands together, and suddenly, the ordinary circle shone with blood-colored light.

These blood-colored rays were faint, but with the low roar of the great sword in the center of the circle, the blood-colored glow of the circle gradually brightened.

Soon, the faint blood-colored light became dazzling, and it was at this time that these blood-colored lights frantically 'drilled' into the sword body of the purple greatsword, and all of a sudden, the sword body of the purple greatsword turned into a terrifying blood color.

Strangely, after the body of the Purple Greatsword turned bloody, a circular 'hole' appeared in the hilt of the Purple Greatsword......

Seeing the 'hollowness' of this sword hilt, Li Mao knew that it was almost there.

Click!

Li Mao snapped his fingers, and suddenly, dozens of souls appeared around the soul array.

The white souls let out a miserable cry as they began to hover above the purple greatsword.

Milot and the others saw that these souls were the great magicians and the like who had died in the Resurrection Spring, and these souls had been killed by the Hell Dragons and could not rest in peace.

Li Mao doesn't need these souls, what he needs is the soul of stone.

You can easily identify the soul of the stone, the distinctive purple color, and that soul is the stone.

Click!

Li Mao snapped his fingers again......

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and huge blood-colored people broke through the ground.

These bloody hands grabbed the white souls, but the purple souls of the stone were not bound.

After doing this, Li Mao folded his hands again, and soon, the 'hole' on the hilt of the purple greatsword began to absorb the soul.

Those white souls wanted to be absorbed by the purple greatsword, but because of the bloody hand, they could only watch the stone souls enter the 'hollow' of the purple greatsword.

Very well, the purple soul of the stone was absorbed by the great sword, and as a result, the stone became the sword spirit of this sword.

The bloody hand dissipated, and those white souls also disappeared due to the weakening of the light of the soul array, and the purple greatsword in the center of the soul array, its sword body turned its usual purple again.

It's just that at the position of the hilt of the purple greatsword, a purple bead is 'trapped' on the greatsword.

Airplanes~!

The purple greatsword let out a low, mournful roar......

The grief only lasted for a while, and when the purple greatsword's grief stopped, the old purple greatsword came back to life.

Like a chrysalis into a butterfly, this purple sword breaks away from the old 'chrysalis'......

At this moment, the purple greatsword was suspended in the air, and it emitted a slightly dazzling purple light.

In the air, this purple greatsword has an incomparable momentum, and this momentum can only be displayed by a weapon with a sword spirit.

It was the first time for Milot and the others to see the great sword with the sword spirit, and they were all curious whether this purple great sword was as powerful as the legend.

In the legends of the Lingxue Continent, the weapon with the sword spirit is incomparable, and it is said that the sword of the fire god hundreds of years ago was cut off by a weapon with the sword spirit.

Compared with the eagerness of Qilu and others, Li Mao is much calmer.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, this sword can only be used by Zheng Qiankun, and if someone else touches it, the consequences will be very serious. Li Mao said.

Completely ignoring Li Mao's warning, Qilu took a few steps in front of the purple greatsword that was dangling in the air.

"Hah, I'd like to see if a weapon with a sword spirit really chooses the owner. As he spoke, Qiru confidently grasped the purple sword.

。。。

Nothing happened, and that's how Chiru took the purple greatsword.

Qiru was surprised, as were Milot and the others, but Li Mao shook his head with a wry smile.

"Miserable!" muttered the cat.

Sure enough, when Qilu was about to let go of the purple greatsword, the purple greatsword was forcibly 'held' in Qilu's hand.

At this time, Qilu realized that his palm had broken and opened several wounds, and the most terrifying thing was that the blood that flowed out of the wound was actually absorbed by the purple greatsword.

Qilu could see clearly, his blood was absorbed into the purple soul bead of the purple greatsword......

Chiru was in a hurry, and he had to hang up if he continued like this.

"Hah...... Is there any way to do it...... Get rid of the damn sword......" Qiru asked the cat.

Even in such a situation, Qilu can still laugh, but Li Mao can see that Qilu's current smile is as ugly as it is.