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Many Dao swords gathered in front of him, and instantly converged into a supreme sword, Hengheng was between the two of them.

And a white light flashed, like a rising transparent crescent moon coming directly at Ji someone.

When.

The Ming Huanghuang giant sword was shattered by the tiny crescent moon and turned into a large number of Dao swords again.

And Ji Nineteen is eyes narrowed, the sword moved at will, and many Dao swords besieged the crescent moon and kept chopping.

The sound of tooth-aching metal striking resounded in the field.

"What is this?"

Thousands of slashes could not destroy the other party, Ji Nineteen frowned and asked.

"Hahaha, the Spirit of the Sword is also. ”

The well-mannered cultivator roared with a wild laugh.

"Hmph, are you lying to an idiot? Will the sword spirit have no mana fluctuations, and will it still be placed on your mortal sword that is not even a magic weapon?"

Ji Nineteen immediately retorted.

Then he said, "Since you don't want to reveal what this thing is, let it die forever." ”

After speaking, his two hands were suddenly raised, and his ten fingers were spread out, and he pressed forward fiercely.

Those besieging Dao swords sensed something, trembled fiercely, and then sped up to the crescent moon in the center regardless of it.

It was no longer a slash like the one just now, but now it was a wave after the Dao Sword stabbed the transparent crescent moon and exploded into a pure law source.

This source of law does not have an effective offensive effect, and there is no doubt that it may delay the opponent's movements.

The wave is still relatively thin, but it makes the crescent moon seem to be waving in the waterhole, slightly hindered.

As the number of self-explosions of the Dao Sword increased, the law source gathered but did not disperse, forming a thick mist.

The civil, polite cultivator who controlled the crescent moon to move to dodge the counterattack and break through already sensed the threat.

At first, it seems to be dancing a sword in the water, then it slowly becomes like dancing the hilt of the knife in tofu, and then it seems to be cutting rocks.

"Well, don't think about it. ”

"Come on, the sword has a spirit!"

I could only hear this polite cultivator shout, and a sword phantom quickly emerged from the top of his head, in the sky, and then the glow of the ten thousand paths hung down.

These rays of light are like the roots of this sword, and they penetrate into all the important points of the body of the civilized and polite cultivator.

Then I saw that this cultivator suddenly trembled, as if he had been struck by lightning.

And the tentacles of the ten thousand rays of light seemed to be full of energy, and instantly swelled to the thickness of the child's arm, shining brightly, and there seemed to be blood flowing in between.

The big sword above his head actually began to materialize when these ten thousand tentacles were being fed and supplied at the same time.

It's not mutating.

The straight blade of the sword was slowly bending, the hilt began to blur, and the middle of the blade began to become wider.

In an instant, a huge crescent moon appeared.

The small besieged crescent seemed to be sensing each other with the crescent of an unknown size, and it became even more crazy.

Just as Ji Nineteen stared in surprise as the big sword condensed from an illusory shadow into an entity, and then evolved into a giant crescent, a huge and extraordinary coercion spread from this large crescent.

And the well-mannered cultivator who looked like chaff was already foaming at the mouth, gradually shrinking to the size of a puppet, and he had also lost the spiritual pressure that he should have as a realm cultivator.

"What a sword!"

Ji someone's eyes froze, and he finally found the name of this strange move from the many messages in his mind.

Originally, cultivators attached spirituality to things that had no consciousness and no spirituality, and flexibly used the spiritual power that was widely distributed in all parts of the world, and even attached these spiritual powers to various media, such as cast metal magic vessels, such as vessels doped with various minerals, so that they could be driven by their spirituality.

What goes even deeper is that these inanimate things give life to life, and even take the form of treasures, producing the same self-consciousness as the spirit of all things.

But there are those amazing cultivators who want to reverse this process.

First, some people forcibly refined the souls of wild beasts into sword artifacts, and then some people beat the souls of mortals and even cultivators into magic weapons.

The former kind of master is to possess the spirit of the magic weapon, which can increase the power of the magic weapon by at least a few percent.

The latter is the master of all kinds of soul flags mastered by those ghost cultivators, as well as all kinds of horcruxes that make people criticize.

And this kind of self-feeding sword is more extreme and more inhumane.

According to legend, in the end, those who practice such exercises are not allowed to enter reincarnation after death, and they cannot turn around and practice again.

The more you give, the more you get paid.

Under normal circumstances, the power of the magic weapons raised by such a cultivator is comparable to the magic power of a cultivator of a high realm.

This, of course, has to make Ji someone excited.

Now he estimated that he might have the ability to cross the boundary, but he couldn't practice it, and he actually ran into such a cultivator.

And it's a very good cultivator who hides it.

Otherwise, you can guess his heels from the little crescent moon he casts.

But Ji didn't think about it that way.

Not only him, but the referee and many people in the audience were surprised and inexplicable.

This cultivator is really cruel to himself.

Now it doesn't matter whether or not the small crescent moon is destroyed, and Ji Someone didn't continue to urge those precious Dao swords to explode without dying.

With the resurgence of the three layers of defense, he stared coldly at the thing that was like a crescent moon.

"Can the self-harming guy still hear Ji?"

Asked tentatively.

Sure enough, the cultivator who was like a fluttering puppet didn't react in the slightest, and didn't even lift his eyelashes, but just let the thousands of tentacles wrap him, and the wide and bloated Dao robe was supported by these tentacles, and the head of the smaller dead gray face emerged from the hollow neckline in an extremely incongruous manner.

And the mighty crescent moon leaned slightly in the direction of Ji someone.

It seems that this guy still retains a trace of spirit.

Just when Ji Nineteen wanted to say something, the giant crescent suddenly swung and slashed at Ji Nineteen's side.

The shield magic weapon in the first place collapsed into several small shields at the touch of a button.

The small shield that came into direct contact with it turned into ashes and ceased to exist, which shows that this thing is not ordinary.

And the second layer of defense formed by the collection of many Dao swords was also pitted by its incessant slashing, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Ji said a few more times, but no one answered, so he stopped trying to communicate with him.

With both hands raised above his head, something that looked like a knife but not a knife, like a sword but not a sword, appeared.

The two hands that had been put together suddenly parted and shook each other at the lower handle of the strange thing.

Ji Nineteen, who was tall, seemed to be holding a sword of supreme light.

Stir up a sword flower, and then slash at the giant crescent moon that keeps spinning.

Rumble. (To be continued.) )