The space shook, the red storm roared, and Jian Wanshan was like a ghost.

"No, it can't be!"

Jian Wanshan screamed sharply, feeling as if he was dreaming.

This is an eighth-level magic weapon left by his sword family ancestor.

It is a world of its own here, and the power left by the ancestors of the Sword Family can make the people of the Sword Family call themselves gods here.

It's not a field, but it's about the same as a field.

Here, the power left behind by the ancestors of the sword family should be invincible.

No matter how powerful Lu Shaoqing is, no matter how cunning he is, he can't set off any waves.

Outcome!

The power he controlled not only couldn't help Lu Shaoqing, but let Lu Shaoqing devour it, forming an even more terrifying power.

The red light illuminates the space, and the blazing temperature seems to make the space burn.

The roaring storm, in the eyes of Jian Wanshan, this is the storm of death.

He panicked and feared.

I always thought that the eighth-level magic weapon of the Sword Family, the treasure of the Zhen clan left by the ancestor, was invincible.

As a result, now that his invincibility has been broken, his spirit is not broken, and his Dao heart is stable.

Feeling terrible, Jian Wanshan shouted in panic, "Sword, Lord Sword Spirit, help, help!" ”

"Humph!"

A cold snort, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The massive storm dispersed, and the space returned to calm.

"Yo?" Lu Shaoqing's voice came, "Is there a backhand?" ”

Lu Shaoqing was very calm, and he was shocked.

As the storm dissipated, Jian Wanshan's figure appeared, and there was another figure in front of him.

A little kid.

Although it is a child, it gives people a hazy atmosphere.

There was an uncomfortable feeling when I looked at him.

When Mo Jun saw the child, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the child and said, "Come, let me take a bite, just a bite." ”

Mo Jun's saliva was about to flow out.

Lu Shaoqing also felt that the child was the sword spirit of the Soul Burial Sword.

Lu Shaoqing waved his hand at it, "Come, let my uncle hug me." ”

"Die!"

There was no nonsense in the Soul Burial Sword Spirit, and it was pointed at Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing was immediately hit hard, as if an invisible long sword stabbed him fiercely.

"Poof!" With a bang, blood splattered while flying out.

"it!"

Lu Shaoqing suddenly covered his head and gritted his teeth, in great pain.

Even he felt like his soul had been hit.

Indescribable pain spread throughout his body.

I felt the pain caused by an injury on the outside, and I felt the pain coming from the depths of my soul.

It's unbearable.

If it weren't for Lu Shaoqing's strong heart, under this kind of intense pain, he would have collapsed and even destroyed long ago.

When Jian Wanshan saw this scene, he had the urge to sing a song.

He shook his fist hard, excited.

Although it is the blessing and investment of the ancestors of the past dynasties, in fact, there is only one master here, that is, the sword spirit of the Soul Burial Sword.

It's the god here.

Those illusory figures before were not the real ancestors of the Sword Family, but the illusory shadows that the Soul Burial Sword Spirit allowed Jian Wanshan to invoke.

Jian Wanshan's smug voice sounded, "You have some means, but that's all. ”

"The strength of the Sword Spirit is far beyond what you can imagine."

"The power I used just now is less than one percent of the Sword Spirit."

"You're dead!"

"Humph!"

The sword spirit of the Soul Burial Sword struck again.

"Poof!"

Lu Shaoqing was injured again, and blood sprayed again.

"Damn, what a ruthless little ghost." Lu Shaoqing broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

"You wait, wait and shoot your out."

"Humph!"

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit struck again.

Invisible forces appear in an instant.

"Bang!"

Lu Shaoqing flew directly upside down, but he stopped vomiting blood this time and was not hurt at all.

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit was stunned, and his little face showed surprise.

A barrier appeared on Lu Shaoqing's body, and its attack did not work.

Jian Wanshan's eyes widened, "How is it possible?" ”

"Nothing is impossible!"

Lu Shaoqing jumped up and scolded, "The same move has no effect on me." ”

"Come on, it's my turn."

Lu Shaoqing raised his head, smiled coldly, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit raised his eyebrows, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in place.

Lu Shaoqing pounced, "Why are you running so fast?" ”

"Come, let Uncle hug!"

"Stupid!" The Soul Burial Sword Spirit sneered, and a force appeared.

Blockade and imprison Lu Shaoqing around.

But it was useless to Lu Shaoqing, Lu Shaoqing just broke the blockade of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit with a single move of his mind.

The face of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit changed slightly, and the scalp of the Sword Wanshan who was watching the battle was numb.

The Soul Burial Sword has a steady stream of input power from the ancestors of the Sword Family, and the Divine Consciousness has converged into a powerful force.

Here in the Burial Soul Realm, the power of the Burial Soul Sword is already invincible.

But Lu Shaoqing was able to easily dissolve the power of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit.

What does it mean, it shows that Lu Shaoqing's divine sense is stronger than the divine consciousness left by the ancestors of his sword family.

Jian Wanshan felt that this world was very outrageous.

How could there be such a powerful person in this world?

Jian Wanshan's side was shocked, and Lu Shaoqing's side did take the initiative to attack the elves.

His figure flickered again and again, as fast as lightning, constantly chasing after the Soul Burial Sword Spirit.

However, this is the home of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit, and it only needs to be moved to appear anywhere in the area.

Lu Shaoqing pounced every time.

"You can't catch up with me."

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit sounded indifferently and emotionlessly, "This is my world, and sooner or later you will run out of strength." ”

"When the time comes, you die!"

At the same time, it is constantly launching counterattacks.

Although he can't help Lu Shaoqing, he can consume Lu Shaoqing's strength.

When Jian Wanshan heard this, his heart was settled.

That's right, even if Lu Shaoqing is weird, but this is the place where the soul and sword spirit are buried, and the two sides fight fiercely, and it is definitely Lu Shaoqing who falls in the end.

Immediately, Jian Wanshan immediately sneered, "Accept your fate, you are not the opponent of Lord Sword Spirit." ”

"Your end is sealed."

"You can't catch up with the Sword Spirit, and you're no match for it..."

As soon as the words fell, the space suddenly trembled.

"Ah......h