This time, Yin Cuo didn't roar excitedly, but directly waved the "Xuangang Sword" in his hand, and swung out a dazzling golden sword that was more than three zhang long, slashing towards Meng Shaobai like a storm and lightning, and shouted in his mouth: "Fanatic with no one in your eyes, look at the power of the so-called grass mustard!"

In the face of Yin Cuo's best efforts, he unleashed a blow that could split mountains and rivers, Meng Shaobai was still expressionless, and when the sword was about to die, he slowly raised his arm leisurely, letting a very slender white flying sword slowly swim out of his cuff.

As soon as the slender white flying sword came out of Meng Shaobai's cuffs, it was the same as his master, who was like a leisurely stroll, and he was also unhurried and unhurried to meet the brilliant golden sword that was dozens or even hundreds of times its size.

Finally, when it was less than three feet away from the golden sword, the white flying sword, which was originally not even bright, suddenly burst into a brilliant light, and then a puffy and slender white silk thread erupted from the white flying sword, and instantly wrapped the golden sword that was three zhang long and a few zhang wide, and obediently stopped this unstoppable sword like a rushing stream in mid-air.

"Turn your sword into silk!"

Almost at the same time, Yin Cuo and Yin Ning who were hiding on the side in the battle circle both exclaimed, but the difference was that Yin Cuo clearly expressed the surprise in his heart with his mouth, while Yin Ning just exclaimed in his heart.

"How is it possible? Isn't this technique of 'turning swords into silk' only available to sword cultivation in the Dan Period? ”

Yin Cuo exclaimed in disbelief, his face and tone full of shock, but also with a deep sense of jealousy.

"Hmph! The so-called cultivation of the sword is just for you mediocre people, for fear that you will not do what you can to cultivate because you are greedy for the power of the supernatural powers, so as to prevent you from going mad, but for true geniuses, there are no such restrictions at all. ”

Meng Shaobai's tone was still flat, but this time there was a little bit of smugness in his indifferent words, obviously even this sword cultivation genius who was not shocked was also very complacent about his success in cultivating the magic power of "turning swords into silk" during the foundation building period.

Yin Cuo didn't hear the smugness in Meng Shaobai's words, he only heard the other party's ridicule of himself, so Yin Cuo, who was even more annoyed in his heart, lost his mind and slashed out another sword, and it turned out to be the body of the "Xuangang Sword" into the sword, regardless of the sword that was wrapped in the sword wire, and slashed towards Meng Shaobai.

In the face of the more violent and ferocious, after integrating into the body of the "Xuangang Sword", the momentum of the sword like a mountain, Meng Shaobai raised his other hand expressionlessly, and the five flying swords were exactly the same as the previous flying swords, which looked like a set of white flying swords.

As soon as these flying swords flew out of Meng Shaobai's cuffs, they immediately emitted a clanging sword sound, and then the sword body burst into light, casting a cloud of fluffy and very slender sword filaments, and then countless sword filaments were overwhelmingly wrapped around the sword.

Yin Mistake, which had been expected for a long time, was immediately pinched and chanted, urging the sword rays to diverge from the golden rays that were as bright as the sun, and those golden rays were like substances, like sharp golden needles, shooting away like rain, and instantly piercing a large piece of those sword wires, so that the attack of the sword wires surging like waves couldn't help but pause, but soon the sword wires in the rear filled up, completely scattered and collapsed the scarce golden rays, and then drowned.

After the sword silk group submerged those golden rays, they took advantage of the situation to advance, and wrapped and entangled the golden sword rays that had become dull because of the firing of golden rays, including the "Xuangang Sword" that was thrown into the sword rays by mistake in order to enhance the power of the sword rays, which was also entangled and wrapped together.

Yin Cuo naturally wouldn't let his natal spirit sword be so easily restricted, he immediately pinched the trick and cast the spell, and the originally motionless "Xuangang Sword" immediately began to struggle and twist violently, but all this seemed to be in vain, no matter how the "Xuangang Sword" struggled, it was impossible to escape the entanglement of thousands of sword wires, but the more intense it struggled, the more and more sword wires were entangled, and the tighter those sword wires were entangled.

Just when the body of the "Xuangang Sword" struggled in vain, and was about to be completely entangled and wrapped by those sword wires like a large silkworm cocoon, Yin Cuo had just finished reciting a long section of a very mysterious and obscure spell, and then only one corner of the "Xuangang Sword" sword body suddenly came out with a low beast roar, and then in the golden light, the "Xuangang Sword" changed into a long horn, like a bull and a tiger, draped in pieces of palm-sized golden scales, looking like a majestic demon beast phantom.

As soon as the unknown demon beast phantom appeared, it immediately began to reveal its fierce appearance, in the moo muffled beast roar, this beast stood up at the same time, it was also the sword wire entangled in its body, one by one stretched and broken, and the new sword wire was blocked by the demon beast phantom, and suddenly launched a circle of gentle dark golden light.

The dark golden light was like water waves, centered on the demon beast phantom, rippling round after circle, and all the sword wires swept by this dark golden light suddenly seemed to be used for sleep, or all the energy was drained, becoming drowsy and swaying left and right, unable to be like a group of snakes out of a hole like before, ferocious and furious pounced on the demon beast phantom, and entangled the other party.

Soon, the demon beast phantom transformed by the "Xuangang Sword" finally used the huge horns on his head like a scimitar to cut off a bundle of sword wires that were finally entangled in his body, and immediately in a pleasant roar, he slowly flew back to his master Yin Cuo, but as soon as he flew to a distance of two or three zhang from Yin Cuo, the demon beast phantom suddenly let out a very painful roar, and then collapsed in Yin Cuo's regretful eyes, and turned into "Xuangang Sword" again , spun and flew upside down towards Yin Cuo, and was grabbed by Yin Cuo's big hand.

Meng Shaobai saw Yin Cuo's cumbersome natal flying sword, and he was so powerful that he escaped the entanglement of so many tenacious sword wires that he had provoked, and his expressionless handsome face finally changed, showing a look of surprise, but soon Meng Shaobai showed a look of relief and said calmly to Yin Cuo.

"It turned out to be the demon of the ancient beast Chongwu, no wonder it can resist my sword wire, but it's a pity that the demon sealed in your spirit sword is obviously very weak, it seems that it is not the demon that was taken down by hunting a certain heavy beast, but extracted from an ancient treasure that sealed the heavy demon spirit, the power is very limited, and it can't fight for a long time, otherwise I can't help you." ”