Chapter 64: Emptiness
Sword!
Three-foot sword!
Three-foot sword at the waist!
This is just an ordinary Qingfeng sword, and it is not even as good as the Zhaoxue given by Gu Quan in the lower courtyard of the Dishui Temple. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
In fact, in Gu Xiaozhao's eyes, whether it was the Zhaoxue sword given by Gu Quan, or the sword he chose later in the Hidden Peak Hundred Soldiers Pavilion that continued to be named Zhaoxue, or this ordinary Qingfeng sword randomly selected in the Yidu Market, they were all the same.
Even, Xu Dongyang's Tianfeng Sword, which is engraved with many runes and called magic weapons, is no different from this Qingfeng Sword for him.
The sword is the carrier!
The sharpness of the sword itself has no meaning, to be honest, except for a few magic swords made of similar Taibai Gengjin, no matter how sharp the sword is, it can't pierce the body of a mere Qi Refining Realm martial artist.
Unless, you have true qi or spiritual power running on the sword.
It's not the sharpness of the blade that really deals damage to the enemy, it's the true energy you use on it.
A really good sword is that it can carry the impact of true qi, if there is a rune array engraved on the seal, it can carry more, and even, it can use the true qi to stimulate the spiritual power contained in the sword and use the rune attack.
It's just that this is for low-level martial artists.
For a martial artist like Gu Xiaozhao who has already entered the innate realm, the carrier of the sword is no longer important, the so-called flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people is not a novelist's dialect, at the innate level, even if it is a breath, it can kill a martial artist in the qi refining realm.
However, Gu Xiaozhao still likes to hold a sword.
In his first life, he was deeply influenced by those martial arts fantasy novels and had an obsession with swordsmen.
In the previous life, what Zixia Zhenjun held was the Zixia Divine Sword, and the sword came out like a surging of the sun, and everywhere he went, it was the law of God, and under the law, all living beings bowed their heads.
Gu Xiaozhao is also majestic in the Tower of Inheritance, and everyone below the law can only be captured, but it is also the power of the gods, compared with Zixia Zhenjun, it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is a small witch.
In short, perhaps under the influence of the previous two lives, Gu Xiaozhao likes to hold a sword, even if this sword weapon has not helped him in the slightest.
Along the bluestone path without a trace of weeds, passing by the pond, I saw a wave of water suddenly rolling up in the center of the small pond, which formed a huge human face in the air, with all beards and hair, and bright eyes.
"Ahh
The man's face suddenly let out a roar.
This voice flew towards Gu Xiaozhao like a cannonball, Gu Xiaozhao saw that this voice was indeed a substance, not an illusion seen by the naked eye, it could indeed act directly on the body, not only that, but it also infringed on the divine thoughts.
Even the current Gu Xiaozhao, when he heard this voice, some thoughts collapsed, if it weren't for the grinding and washing of the primordial spirit by the heartbeat of Kui Niu, it would have been as pure as the Kunlun Divine Stone.
In the past, before he didn't go to the Sea of Chaos, and before he didn't cultivate the alternative Yuan Infant, this time, Gu Xiaozhao's Yuan Shen would most likely have a short period of stiffness.
Yes, the roar of this unknown monster is extremely strange, and it has a constricting effect on divine thoughts.
Now, naturally, Gu Xiaozhao can't make any trouble.
"Choke!"
The three-foot sword is unsheathed.
To be precise, the voice did not sound until a long time after the sword was drawn.
When this voice sounded, Gu Xiaozhao had already stabbed the sound wave that had already formed an entity with a sword, and a sword fell, first the innate true qi was vigorous, and after a short contact, he instantly analyzed the rules for the formation of the essence of this sound.
Then, according to the rules, the nature of the true qi is changed.
In this way, the sonic bomb suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and at the same time, the long sword in Gu Xiaozhao's hand came out of his hand, and like a flying rainbow from the sky, it fell on the face of the unknown monster in the pond in an instant.
This is the method of flying swords in the Cangwu Realm.
The moment the tip of the sword stabbed the monster, the divine thought tied to the sword suddenly suffered a heavy blow, as if it had been beaten with a sledgehammer, and under guard, Gu Xiaozhao almost lost control of the long sword.
At this time, the sound of the sword echoing in the air.
Then the unknown monster turned into a wave of water, like a fountain that rose and fell, and scattered it in the pond.
A certain will to form a monster was penetrated by Gu Xiaozhao's divine thoughts, Gu Xiaozhao's primordial spirit sat cross-legged in the sea of knowledge, and the little Wuxiang Jue was activated instantly, although the will was mysterious, but it did not deviate from the analysis range of the Xiao Wuxiang Jue, and in a very short period of time, its rule system was analyzed.
However, this will is not formed alone, but is related to some mysterious being.
Gu Xiaozhao's divine thoughts wanted to follow the vine and follow closely, but in the end, it was like losing all the clues and returning in vain.
That mysterious being was able to resist the analysis of Xiao Wuxiang.
Gu Xiaozhao smiled slightly.
Interesting!
He looked into the depths of the ruined village, his gaze through the gray tiles and white walls, and landed at a point in the void.
A red robe flew over the eaves in the distance and disappeared in an instant.
Gu Xiaozhao could see clearly, the red clothes were empty, there was nothing, even under the delusional eyes, there was nothing.
At this time, Gu Xiaozhao felt a trace of warmth on the jade talisman on his waist.
He ignored it, strode forward, and walked towards the entrance of the village, and came to the strange big locust tree.
At this time, the black leaves on the locust tree broke away from the branches, fell one by one, and slipped down one by one, still in the air, and suddenly turned from real to virtual, turning into black figures, old and young, male and female, all with hideous faces, screaming and rushing towards Gu Xiaozhao.
Grievances?
Yin Spirit Qi?
No!
Gu Xiaozhao didn't feel this, this was more like a ghost who had to stay in the two worlds of yin and yang, they couldn't live, but they couldn't die, they just wandered in the mountains of the two realms, and they couldn't be liberated for eternity.
Why is it here?
At this time, Gu Xiaozhao had a realization in his heart.
This abandoned village is incompatible with this world, it must have been moved from a certain void by someone to test himself, right?
True Qi was useless, emptying through those black figures, those figures were like a part of the Void, no matter how strong your True Qi was, it had no effect on the Void.
In a single thought, true qi was transformed into spiritual power.
Spiritual power that is originally lethal to ghosts and the like is also useless to these black figures, to use an inappropriate analogy, it's like if you look at a TV screen and watch those stars scratch their heads and pose, and you want to knock them down, that's impossible.
At this time, it is naturally a small phaseless trick to launch.
After cultivating the Yuan Infant, Gu Xiaozhao's Yuan Shen did not need to recite scriptures in the Sea of Knowledge, and often only needed a turn of his mind to activate the Infinite Vientiane Tongminglu.
However, Xiao Wuxiang still couldn't parse out those black figures.
Empty!
Only empty!
This emptiness is lethal to people!
Yes, Gu Xiaozhao knew very well that once these black figures fell on him, it would not be a good thing.
He smiled and spread his hands as if to hug something.
Countless black shadows descended one after another, surrounded, screamed, and burrowed into his body, and in just a moment, he also turned black, looking at it from a distance, like a black spindle-shaped cocoon!