Even if Ling Feng desperately used his strong willpower to suppress the Blue Dragon Sword, it couldn't play a very good role.

That kind of power shocked him more and more.

"What the hell is going on, has this thing come to its own consciousness?"

Ling Feng felt quite weird, because he had carefully observed that although this sword had reached the pinnacle of spiritual weapons, it had not produced a sword spirit.

If this sword has evolved into a sword spirit, its power will increase tenfold. At that time, I am afraid that it will be completely possible to transcend the scope of aura and incarnate into a holy weapon. The so-called holy weapon, it is not simple, the powerful holy weapon, and even has a terrifying energy that can be compared to an artifact.

That level, even if it is described as calling for wind and rain, is not an exaggeration.

Think about the picture of a sword splitting a mountain, and you will know what terrifying combat power an ordinary spiritual weapon has when it produces spiritual intelligence.

In another place, Chen Yuan and his party were being locked by several powerful auras. Even he felt his scalp tingle. He hid in a hidden place, then hidden by lush trees, and hid for a long time before he could escape the terrifying atmosphere.

"That group of people, they are really bold and not afraid of death, when the master summons the Qinglong Sword back, he will let you know what fear is!"

Without the Blue Dragon Sword, Chen Yuan's combat power would be greatly reduced.

Once the Supreme Spirit Weapon was in his hand, then, even in the face of a half-step reincarnation powerhouse, Chen Yuan would not be afraid. What's more, he is accompanied by several powerful old monsters.

After getting rid of a few strong people who were not afraid of death, Chen Yuan found a cave to hide and summon the Green Dragon Sword.

There are words in the mouth, and strange spirits are fighting in the void. Then, it was as if a strange wave was transmitted.

In Ling Feng's body, the frequency of the Spirit Sword Battlefield was even more terrifying. Even above the sea of spirits, a violent storm was set off.

Even the originally stable spiritual power showed signs of disorder with the tremor of the spirit sword!

"Someone's doing it!"

Ling Feng finally realized the seriousness of the problem, from the abnormality of the spirit sword at the beginning, to now it is almost naked~ showing murderous intent.

If he didn't understand that the Qinglong Sword had been manipulated, then Ling Feng had lived in vain for nearly twenty years.

"Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan, no wonder you are so relieved to hand over this sword to me!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and had to find a place to stop and suppress the restlessness in his body wholeheartedly. That terrible fluctuation is getting more and more intense.

Even if he desperately suppressed it with his divine sense and suppressed it with his spiritual power, he was still a little unbearable.

That terrifying tremor finally made Ling Feng's face pale, and he continued to slip to the ground with a sweat.

He manipulated all his spiritual power to form a powerful defensive formation, and then suppressed the Blue Dragon Sword to the death. I saw that the spiritual power was turned into chains, coming from all directions, attached to the spirit sword.

"Sting!"

When thousands of restraints were tied to the spirit sword, the dazzling light on it fell from the sky.

In an instant, the spirit sword erupted with brilliant and scorching energy. With the sound of tearing sound, immediately, the spiritual power of the training turned into bursts of fluorescence, and it actually dissipated at an astonishing speed of melting ice and snow under the scorching sun.

"Whew!"

Thousands of spiritual power training were forcibly cut off, and the next moment, the Qinglong Sword finally broke free from its restraints and stabbed towards Ling Feng's heart.

The sword turned into a meteor in the sky, piercing at Ling Feng's vital speed at an indomitable speed.

"Poof!"

The boundless sword qi swept away, turning into a monstrous sword light in Ling Feng's body. And the fragile body, which had no defense at all, was swept by the sword, the meridians were disordered, and the aura was surging indiscriminately.

Ling Feng's face turned pale, and he directly spit out a mouthful of Yin~red blood.

The corners of his mouth twisted as he watched the sword cut through the restraints.

Just before the Qinglong Sword was about to pierce the heart, the Heavenly Book, which had been silent for a long time, finally moved, blocking the blade of the sword.

The imposing Blue Dragon Sword, in front of Tianshu, trembled violently. With the golden light on it, it became completely calm and docile.

Even Ling Feng looked at this scene with a look of disbelief.

Immediately, seeing the acquaintance appear, he finally showed a gentle smile, "Are you finally willing to appear?"

In the dark, the sweep of the green dragon sword seemed to pry open a trace of dusty memories. As a result, Ling Feng naturally remembered the ancient divine book that emitted golden light above the Spirit Sea.

"You force ~ me in this way, what can I do?"

There was a hint of bitterness in Xiaoshu's voice.

"But why are you avoiding me?" Ling Feng's expression froze, with a questioning tone, "I became this ghost, didn't it come to you?"

"Don't get excited, it's a long story, and it has nothing to do with me!"

"Moreover, I can only sleep in desperation, after all, I fought with you back then, and the loss was too heavy!"

"It's not easy to hold on until you wake up!"

Between the slightly childish words, there is clearly a trace of helplessness.

There is also a faint reproach and complaint.

Ling Feng listened and trembled.

Could it be that this guy in front of him really knows everything that happened? Even the memories buried deep in his mind, he can know? I thought that in this way, I could forcibly stimulate Xiaoshu Shu to wake up, and then let him help him find the Blood Soul Palace, but he never thought that this guy would know so much!

It seems that the mysteries surrounding him will be solved just around the corner!

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth rarely showed a gentle smile.

"So, you're finally going to give an honest account of what happened before?"

"Don't think too much, don't expect too much from me, your own way, you have to rely on yourself!"

"What's more, I'm already weak to the verge of collapse, if you can't be strong for a day, I won't be able to get supplies for a day, how can I help you?"

Speaking of which, Xiaoshu was extremely depressed.

After recovering for such a long time, it was only a little repaired, which showed that Ling Feng's cultivation had not improved for a long time.

This made him very helpless.

"So you're a parasite!" Ling Feng laughed dumbly, after a long time, this bastard seemed to be parasitic in his body. It's similar to that black dragon.

"It's so ugly, I'm a dignified scholar, and when I go out, I'm not an existence that has been rushed to make offerings?"

"Okay, don't brag, don't mention anything else for the time being, it's just this broken sword, what's going on?"

Ling Feng stared at the Qinglong Sword, a hint of jealousy on his face.

"Someone is hiding a secret space inside, sealing a trace of soul thoughts!"

(End of chapter)