Ouyang Qing put his fingers together, and the red color rose from his fingertips.

He flicked his two fingers on the sword, and three souls suddenly rose on the tip of the sword, and he held a sword flower in his hand, Ouyang Qing said: "Exorcism entanglement sword, exorcism entanglement sword, naturally use spells to exorcise the soul and entangle the enemy with the soul." ”

When Lin Ze heard this, he frowned.

The spell itself is not accepted by the decent, and cruel methods such as driving and refining the soul are even more intolerable to most people, and very few people study such evil arts all their lives.

Lin Ze had always heard that the old man's spell sword technique was very cumbersome to cultivate, but once it was cultivated, it was extremely powerful.

I didn't know why before, but today when I saw this method of exorcising the soul and wrapping the sword, it was suddenly opened.

Generally speaking, cultivators below the fourth order, it takes seven days to sacrifice a soul, and the process of sacrificing a soul must always be on guard against the dying struggle of the soul, so the progress of spending energy in the kendo and the cultivation realm will inevitably be dragged down, so this spell swordsmanship is very difficult to learn, and ordinary people can only achieve a small success until they are at least thirty years old.

The dusty old man's cultivation is profound, and his talent is already good, but he is also accumulating, and after the age of forty, he cultivated to the realm of the fifth order with spell swordsmanship.

But looking at Ouyang Qing again, his sword was as red as blood, and it was obvious that he had already sealed a lot of cursed souls.

"You're in luck. ”

Ouyang Qing looked at Lin Ze indifferently and said loudly: "You can see my sword... Ordinary people only know that the curse sword technique hurts people with the curse sword, but they don't know that they can also absorb the soul in the body and make themselves stronger. Unfortunately, you are also unlucky, because after seeing this sword, you have little chance of surviving. ”

At the same time as his voice sounded, all the crimson colors that filled his eyes faded in an instant, and at the same time, his left hand suddenly gave birth to a sharp sword intent, accompanied by the piercing screams of the unjust souls, and then a thick stream of crimson smoke gushed out!

A strong sense of coldness appeared in the streets and alleys, obviously the climate was pleasant in this season, and the martial artist had been able to achieve basic cold and heat, but at the same time that all the crimson colors in Ouyang Qing's eyes faded, all the warmth in the air in front of Lin Ze suddenly disappeared.

From the beginning of the battle with Ouyang Qing, Lin Ze's face had been calm to the point of being close to indifference, with great confidence, but feeling this strange cold meaning, Lin Ze's brows suddenly furrowed tightly, and he retreated as fast as he could.

The soles of his shoes sounded like a wailing sound, and his figure shot backwards like electricity, but this still couldn't keep up with the speed at which the thick crimson smoke in Ouyang Qing's left hand condensed!

There was no sound, and a terrifying aura had reached him.

At that moment, Lin Ze even had the idea of immediately using the power of "Piercing the Hall" and "Guiding Mountain Torrents", but he was forced to press down, a third-order peak cultivator of the same generation, if he retreated now, he would never be able to pass this magic barrier in his heart in the future!

Lin Ze's lips were pursed like threads, and the long sword in his hand was shining suddenly, and there seemed to be no drastic movement, but several traces of blue-black sword wire had already lit up on his chest.

With a bang, the blue-black sword wire exploded instantly and disappeared.

Where the sword wire disappeared, a cloud of crimson flame exploded.

The blue-black sword silk flashed in front of Lin Ze's body, faster than the occasional meteor in the night sky, but then disappeared in an instant, and then the same crimson resentful flame appeared.

Lin Ze's body continued to fly backwards, his figure vibrated strangely, and the crimson flames in front of him were like huge peach blossoms.

Ouyang Qing's face became cold, and a look of real shock began to flash in his pupils.

He was named the pride of the sky, not only because of his swordsmanship, but also because of his extremely strong physique, the width of his meridians, the strength of his true yuan, and so on.

But these, the eldest son of Wu'an Hou on the other side, have them all.

Even with his third-order mid-realm martial artist cultivation to achieve this point, he should be stronger than himself.

Lin Ze is actually not easy.

The thick crimson smoke that surged from Ouyang Qing's left hand, in his perception was the small condensation of countless unjust souls, these countless fragments of unjust souls were different from the heaven and earth aura that the cultivator contained in his body, extremely heavy, and extremely cold, and then these subtle crimson soul dust condensed into a crimson shadow, faint and invisible. But it was still a real sword.

Countless subtle grievances condensed into a sword in Ouyang Qing's hands, and fell in front of Lin Ze like a flying sword.

This is like the natal sword and flying sword of high-level sword cultivation, but whether it is the condensation method and strange aura of those unjust souls, it is very different from the natal sword of pure sword cultivation.

With Ouyang Qing's cultivation at the peak of the third order, it was impossible to touch the realm of the Natal Sword.

"The soul of the soul is condensed into a sword in the body, between the natal and non-natal, the invisible and the tangible, this is the most terrifying part of the spell swordsmanship!"

As Ouyang Qing spoke, he had completely put down the long sword in his right hand that was as red as blood, and let the sword fall to the ground beside him.

In order to deal with the crimson sword shadows that were constantly jumping and changing between the virtual and the real, Lin Ze had already used a sword style that purely pursued the speed of the sword, but Ouyang Qing's posture was extremely casual at the moment.

The game between Lin Ze and Ouyang Qing seemed to be completely one-sided at the moment.

Ouyang Qing looked at Lin Ze mockingly and said, "Can you be faster?"

As this voice sounded, the air around him vibrated even more violently, and the True Yuan aura emanating from his body was several points stronger!

With a snort, the originally illusory crimson sword light became several times wider, and the sword path that was originally straight suddenly became shaky and twisted, falling into Lin Ze's eyes, as if in the night between him and Ouyang Qing, it seemed that countless flowers of death had suddenly bloomed.

After one, there were many flowers, and red flames continued to gush out in front of Lin Ze, like peach blossoms blooming.

A thread of blood flowed down from the corner of Lin Ze's mouth.

As his body retreated sharply, the blood thread was blown up by the wind and lifted forward slightly.

In the next moment, the blood beads formed by the broken blood line did not fall down or float around, but flew forward, attracted by the red smoke of the unjust soul, and instantly sucked dry.

"Can you be faster?"

"How long can your true yuan be able to support you without me? Your blood is absorbed by my unjust soul, and I can seriously injure you with a spell at any time, what do you think you can do now?"

Ouyang Qing's eyes were full of pleasure.

Even such a genius is now going to die at his own hands.

In the moonlit night, Ouyang Qing's sneering voice was heard very clearly.

However, at this moment, Lin Ze raised his head slightly.

In the darkness of the night, he smiled.