The reason why the spirit warrior can become one of the two major branches of the spirit path is that it has its own strength, and tempering its own body through spiritual power is just the foundation, and there is also the concept of martial arts, just like the spell of the spirit law.

Even if the martial arts are taught, they also need to be mastered through a long period of exploration and practice, most of them are inherited within the family, and the inheritors learn or refer to the martial arts of their predecessors to gain inspiration and improve their strength, but they are just learning and imitating, and they cannot be surpassed after all, because everyone's personality is different.

Different personalities have created different areas of the soul and soul, no matter how strong the martial arts of others are, they can't fit their own minds after all, whether a person can achieve something on the road of spiritual martial arts, the most important thing is whether he can create martial arts that fit his own soul, just like Xiao Shu's original kendo, what doesn't fit is just shackles.

The realm of the soul is owned by everyone, whether it is a powerful spiritual person or an ordinary person, it is nothing more than strong and weak, ordinary people usually do not feel it, and only when strong emotions are revealed, such as grief, when crying with joy, it will appear, and it will invisibly affect the people around them.

But the strong people's soul realm is different, with the improvement of strength, every experience, every choice between life and death, all make their soul stronger, like immaculate water, washing their hearts and will, until it is as sharp as a blade, such as a clear spring thorough, like a vast sky, free to retract and release, forming a unique state of mind and field, as long as they are willing to be free from any factors to interfere, every moment to remain at the peak of the state, the only drawback is that it consumes energy in particular.

The realm of the soul is a great way to improve oneself, not only can make one's heart like water and exert the strongest strength, but also can interfere with the mood of others and shake the will of the other party.

The night crow's growing momentum made Xiao Shu have to pay all his attention to him, and he couldn't even blink his eyes, because as long as it was an instant, his sword would be on his side, and the choice between life and death would never regret it, and the blink of an eye was the victory.

"The martial arts I created myself were originally reserved for him, but you are really strong. ”

The blood on the night crow's body was attached to the Yalan Lei steel sword, the sword body became more and more red, and the red blood dripped down the blade, he was not a noble child, and even his relatives were dead, he was alone in the world, no worries, no burden, he was the same as Xiao Shu, he only believed in the sword in his hand.

A strong sense of crisis hit his heart, but the red leaf sword in his hand was constantly chirping cicadas because of excitement, Xiao Shu stared at every movement of the night crow expressionlessly, as the sword intent climbed, the silky sword gang lingered around him, and even the rain was invisibly divided into pieces.

Thundered......

A thunderbolt broke the confrontation and the mood of the two.

At this moment, it seemed that even the rain had stopped, and everything around me became slow and quiet.

The thunder had not yet dissipated, and the lightning was still in the air.

The swords, already crashing together.

The furious energy swept away, and the rain around it splashed like arrows from the string, striking countless dents in the walls on both sides of the alley, and cobweb-like cracks in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the two staggered by.

Everything was back to normal, thunder roared, and rain poured down.

The two swordsmen, who are completely different, have fought no less than a hundred times in a moment, and the battle between the kendos is not allowed to give in to each other.

The lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the dark alley, the night crow stood on his back, the heavy rain blurred his eyes, his weak hand could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, the steel sword of Aran Lei slipped off his hand, and stuck straight at his feet, the fatal piercing wound on his neck made him speechless, and the blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and he couldn't stop.

But he still stood upright, did not fall, and even if he died, he would not allow himself to fall in front of his opponent.

It's just that......

Is it really the end?

The night crow still doesn't know where he went wrong, the scenery in front of him is getting more and more invisible, the world is gradually falling into darkness, different from the darkness of the night, it is a real black, empty and empty, he wants to struggle, wants to try to see clearly, but his thoughts are becoming more and more confused, in a trance, there is no longer Lingwan in front of him......

The sound of horses' hooves, the scorching flames, the blood-stained swords, and the overwhelming spells.

He saw himself when he was a child, hiding under the table in fear and fear, seeing his father's hideous and terrifying expression before he died, and seeing his mother drag himself out from under the table and let him run quickly.

A small village is nothing but an appetizer in war, but that's all there is to the Night Raven.

The fluttering three-leaf flag is still engraved in the heart of the night crow, and he will never forget the man's face and the eyes that have no humanity to speak of.

Since then, he has been in exile for several years, living like a mouse, and he has relied on painful memories every day to force himself to survive, forcing himself to give up unnecessary self-esteem and feelings, and struggling to survive.

Until he met the man.

"I like the look in your eyes, is it hate?"

"Do you want to follow me? I'll show you the answers. ”

Night Crow recalled the past in his mind, obviously only one step away, he was not afraid of death, the original self, died with his parents, living in this world, just a corpse for revenge.

What a tragic battle, I survived the difficult task, I didn't die in the war, I didn't die in the assassination, I didn't die in the vicious traps one after another, the martial artist of the spiritual realm was planted in the hands of a child?

Is the sword not fast enough?

Is it because you are not determined enough?

Before he could come up with an answer, the whole world was completely plunged into darkness, and his chaotic thoughts fell silent.

"I'm sorry. ”

The last murmur, mixed with blood and water, makes people can't really hear it, and I don't know who I'm talking to.

Xiao Shu couldn't hold it anymore, his body was shaky, the strength of the other party was far beyond his imagination, this battle was really a big drain on him, and he only felt that his eyelids were heavy.

The left hand was cut off shoulder-to-shoulder, and the right hand also collapsed because it couldn't withstand the frequency and speed of the sword, and the whole body was covered with shocking wounds, if this body was not condensed with spiritual power, normal people would have died of anger a long time ago, and bleeding alone was enough to kill.

Night Crow's sword is by no means weaker than Xiao Shu in the past, and even more ruthless and ruthless, it is a sword that exists only for killing, but unfortunately, he is still no match for Xiao Shu, because he is not decisive enough, there are too many obstacles in his heart, too many thoughts, and how can he be able to defeat Xiao Shu who can survive the catastrophe by relying on the way of the sword alone.

"Kill the sword?"

Xiao Shu sighed and sat down, the Red Leaf Sword turned into a red umbrella and hung beside him, shielding him from the pouring rain, just from the Night Crow's sword, he could feel the ruthless killing intent, and he didn't know what kind of hatred could create this kind of sword?

I guess it's a poor man again, but it's a pity that I don't know his name.

"Bang Bang Bang"

There was an abrupt clapping sound, and a man came out of the shadows, holding a black umbrella and holding a cane, as if he had been watching all this happen, his pale face was full of cracks, revealing tender red muscles, the corners of his mouth were cracked, and the most terrifying thing was the spiraling flush at the cheekbones, which made him look completely less like a person.

Xiao Shu's face turned cold, his mind moved, the red umbrella turned into a sword, and the thunder stabbed towards that person, but after this battle, the consumption of the divine soul was too great, and the speed of the sword was slower, if it was to deal with ordinary people, it might be more than enough, but the person in front of him was not so easy to dismiss.

"Oh yes, it's a wonderful fight, but it's the first time I've seen a night lose in a sword competition, and the outer demon is really the same as recorded in the book, very powerful. The masked man said in an exaggerated tone, and with a flick of the dagger in his hand, Momiji flew away.

"His name is Ye?" Xiao Shu asked in a deep voice, his broken body was still absorbing spiritual power, but the speed of repair was too slow, and only half an arm had grown on his left and right hands, and he still needed time.

"This is the soulless spirit puppet of Huan? Let me guess, you, the outer demon, can't condense your body at all, only the soul has come here, right? The big movement a few days ago was all because of you, and you sold a favor?" The masked man had no intention of approaching, but just looked at Xiao Shu from a distance.

"What do you want?" Xiao Shu asked rhetorically.

"I, I don't want to do anything, it's just that the sound of your fight is too noisy, I'm just going to come out and take a look, I wanted to help Ye dispose of the corpse by the way, but now ......."

The masked man paced with small steps, staggered over to the Night Raven, and helped him retract the Aran Lei steel sword that had fallen to the ground, and did not seem to feel angry or sad at all.

"Where is Mo Qiunian?" Xiao Shu asked coldly, he hadn't forgotten the purpose of his search.

"Look at my brain, I forgot, you're here to find someone, don't look at me like that, I'm not a night, I won't fight you, but I have a proposal, do you want to listen to it?"

The masked man suddenly patted his head and smiled at Xiao Shu apologetically, but this smile made his face more and more terrifying.

"What proposal?"

"Look, you hurt the night like this, it's hard for me to do it, this task has just begun, and the next thing you need to deal with is the night, it's better to do this, you take over the night to complete the next step, and I'll let Mo Qiunian go, isn't it fair?" said the masked man with a smile.

"It's really strange that you're a person, I just hurt your companion, but you want to recruit me, do you think I'll agree?" Xiao Shu was a little unpredictable about the mind of the person in front of him.

"Haha, wouldn't you?" the masked man ripped open the lapel of the night crow's clothes, ripped off a ring he hung around his neck and threw it to Xiao Shu.

"Of course you can refuse, but I suggest you better not, I don't care if you hurt the night like this, but he won't let you go, you're not from here, everything has nothing to do with you, isn't it, even if you don't care about that boy, but I can tell you, you can never give you what you want, why follow him, why think about it?" said the masked man with a smile.