Wu Hao just changed his mind and understood the reason. Although the Nine Heavens Star Recipe is extraordinary, the spirit rune was realized by Wu Hao himself, and the use of the spirit rune is also more comfortable. Moreover, the spirit rune comes from the blood-colored rune, and as a sword body, the power is needless to say. Using the Nine Heavens Star Jue as the sword pattern, it is like the finishing touch, making the Fu Sword seem to be integrated with Wu Hao.

In this black turnip, Wu Hao's rune sword shines brightly, like a seed, growing rapidly, as if it wants to break through this black turnip and break through this shackles.

But in the eyes of the three Ling'er, it turned into a thick shock. I saw the rune sword on Wu Hao's finger, the red sword pattern on it flashed, and a huge suction force spread out from the sword wall.

The thousands of spirit swords on the sword wall shook in unison, and they all let out a wail, as if they had suffered great damage. Especially most of them are low-level magic weapons, just a few breaths of time have passed, some magic weapons have been torn apart, the spiritual light on them has been greatly lost, the sound of "dangdangdang" has been undulating, and hundreds of spiritual swords have turned into mortal iron and fallen to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

Xiang Feng shouted, with anger on his face, and shot at Wu Hao. Xia Yu's eyes froze, and he glanced at Wu Hao, who had never heard of it, and actually followed.

Seeing this, Ling'er landed in front of the two of them, blocking their way, and had the intention of fighting.

"Hmph, Senior Sister, what do you mean by this, now that there are unknown changes in the sword wall, you don't want to stop Senior Brother Wu, but stop me and others, don't rely on your cultivation to be high and ignore the door rules. ”

Xiang Feng thought that saying this would make Ling'er hesitate a little, but the little girl didn't hesitate for a minute, and said coquettishly.

"No, Senior Brother Wu is at a critical juncture now, if you go forward, you will hurt Senior Brother. Ling'er wanted to say something, but found that Xia Yu took advantage of his own speech, bypassed him, and forced Wu Hao.

Ling'er's face was slightly angry, and a small hand pressed against the void, and a cyan handprint grew in the wind, and with a brush, it struck at Xia Yu's back.

Xia Yu noticed the evil wind coming from behind, and he couldn't help but run towards Wu Hao, his body was stunned, he turned around in the twilight, pointed his finger at the sky, and a sharp sword with a big zhang appeared out of thin air.

Looking at the huge handprint, his eyes were cold, and the giant sword greeted him without showing weakness. The two touched together in an instant. But it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and the giant sword full of swords, the moment it touched the palm print, it was like hitting a mountain, from the tip of the sword to the tail of the sword, it shattered inch by inch, and disappeared into a piece of light.

The spell was broken, Xia Yu's face turned pale, but he didn't have time to breathe. Glancing at the undiminished palm print, his face was grim, and his right hand was pulled behind him, and the long sword behind his back stood in front of him.

A magic duel was struck at the long sword, and the long sword spun automatically. Glancing at the whistling handprint, although it was still some distance, the spiritual pressure on it was far beyond what it could resist in the middle of the Qi refining period.

At that moment, he looked at the long sword suspended in front of him, and quickly recited the mantra in his mouth, and a blue-purple light spread out from his body. Both hands also kept pinching out the mysterious magic seals, and they kept hitting the long sword one by one, and after a few breaths, the long sword began to buzz and tremble.

Seeing this, Xia Yu no longer hesitated, let out a hiss in his throat, and pulled out his long sword in the twilight. After the long sword was unsheathed, it brought up a large piece of blue-purple light, which was the same as the one emitted from Xia Yu's body, and the two complemented each other, as if they were one.

"Man and sword are one"

The long sword is not a long sword, but a broken sword, and the tip of the sword is only a sword body condensed by mana, not a physical object. But even so, this sword is extremely powerful.

Xia Yu held the sword in both hands, the blue and purple around his body kept flashing, and after the short sword made a sword sound, Xia Yudui rose from the ground, and the whole person turned into a sharp sword and struck towards the palm print.

With a shocking blow, Xia Yu's swordsmanship must not be underestimated. The palm print was actually struck by a blow, revealing a sword hole in the middle, and then it turned into a spiritual light and collapsed.

"Magic weapon? No, it's a fragment of a magic weapon, only one blade is the magic weapon itself, and the rest are all refined later, although it is not as good as a magic weapon, but it is stronger than a general spiritual weapon. And the spiritual weapon just now, could it be devoured by this sword! No wonder this sword is extraordinary, and it even has the residual attributes of the magic weapon, which can continue to grow, it is really a good treasure, but if you want to hurt Senior Brother Wu, then don't blame me. ”

In Ling'er's heart, she thought about everything in an instant, but there was no trace of fear on her face. Looking at the sky-rushing sword, where the blue-purple light passed, the sand flew away, and the sword marks were left on the ground.

Ling'er danced with her hands, like a butterfly dancing, and silently recited the Dharma in her mouth. This is the first time Ling'er has used a spell in front of Wu Hao, but she doesn't know how powerful it is?

Ling'er looked at the sword body that Xia Yu had turned into, and with a finger of her little hand, a green pillar of light shot out. The pillar of light was the thickness of a thumb, as bright as a substance, surrounded by a trace of mist. Compared with Xia Yu's mighty power, it was a bit ordinary.

The pillar of light was fleeting, colliding with Xia Yu's sword body, there was no violent fluctuation coming out, and there was no residual aftermath spreading, the green pillar of light drilled straight into it and disappeared into the sword body that Xia Yu had transformed.

The sharp sword that Xia Yu and the broken sword turned into suddenly flashed wildly after continuing to shoot forward for less than a breath. The blue-purple light flickered in the void, and after a fierce struggle, the aura disappeared like foam, with a "poof".

Xia Yu's figure appeared, with a "wow" sound, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell into the distance like a kite with a broken string. With a "bang", the broken sword fell beside him, and no more light flashed.

"Impossible, how could my man-sword fusion technique be broken so easily by you. ”

Ling'er glanced at Xia Yu and saw that his originally proud face was full of panic. Ling'er just swept it lightly and didn't care. But when he found that the other party seemed to want to do something, he suddenly whispered.

"Spirit Forbidden-Soul Seal!"

The vertical eyes on Xia Yu's forehead that were about to flash, and the green light flashed, and they healed and disappeared. Sensing some kind of change in his body, Xia Yu's expression changed greatly, and his handsome face was already distorted and deformed.

From Xia Yu's dantian, the green silk threads grew like weeds, spreading to the whole body, showing irregular arrangement, but there was a certain general trend of heaven and earth, and there was a strange power. Xia Yu's face turned pale, and he tried a variety of methods, but he still couldn't stop the spread of the green line, and he couldn't help but be depressed. Finally, the green silk thread fell on Xia Yu's eyebrows and turned into a small character - seal.

Although it is complicated to say, the battle between Ling'er and Xia Yu is only a moment's work, and when Xiang Feng looks at Ling'er with a suspicious face, Xia Yu still has no power to resist.

Although Xia Yu is talented, he is still young, and his cultivation is not enough, Xiang Feng is confident that he can defeat the other party, but it is as easy as Ling'er, but it is a little delusional.

Why is Xia Yu not old, but he is talented, but he can't cultivate Xiang Feng. This is because, although almost every family disciple has been practicing since childhood, due to the small age of the bones and the lack of stereotyped meridians, the absorption of spiritual energy is very weak, but the cultivation before the age of fifteen is extremely slow. As for Ling'er, it can only be said to be different.

However, although Ling'er is powerful, Wu Hao's current actions can not be ignored by Xiang Feng. There was a flash on his face, and he actually ran straight towards Ling'er.

Pointing his finger forward, the spirit sword just now jumped out, and judging by its grade, it was also a top-grade magic weapon. This blue and red magic sword shot at Xiang Feng's head, and then under Xiang Feng's point, one turned into two, two turned into four, and in an instant, there were more than a dozen small swords, shaking towards Ling'er.

Ling'er sensed Xiang Feng's intentions, and his little face was also with a hint of anger, and he pinched out a strange handprint with both hands, and then slowly pushed it outward, and a small cyan seal broke out of the air.

The small seal is boxy, but it is like a seal. In the process of ejection, the seal swelled like a balloon, and in a blink of an eye, it was the size of a zhang. As the seal grew larger, some vague shadows appeared on it, like grass, trees, insects, and fish.

Seeing this, Xiang Feng's face also changed slightly, and he lost his voice, "Aoki Yin." Before the seal arrived, a rushing spiritual pressure pressed over fiercely, making the dozen or so small swords buzz.

Xiang Feng also knew that he couldn't hesitate, and a little towards Ling'er, the little sword was like a swimming fish, and he swarmed towards Ling'er. Although the best magic weapon is extraordinary, it is somewhat inferior to Xia Yu's broken sword.

The seal was like a huge mountain, and it pressed down against the small sword that shot at it. The sword rays spit out by the small sword were pressed by the spirit of the Nahe people, like fragile glass, which was crushed by force, turning into spiritual light and dissipating, revealing the sword body inside.

With a snort, the small swords shot into the spirit seal, and the spirit seal seemed to be like an ordinary rock. Xiang Feng's joy has not yet dissipated, the pattern on the spirit seal is shining, and the small sword that is not deep enough seems to have been greatly damaged, and the spiritual light is dim, obviously the spirit has suffered a lot of losses, and it was forcibly shaken down by the spirit seal.

Xiang Feng didn't care about the extent of the damage to the little sword, looking at the spirit seal that came from the suppression, and the mouth was also silently reciting the law, and hundreds of small sword phantoms manifested one by one, hitting the spirit seal. I didn't think I could resist it, as long as I could make it pause, I could dodge it.

It's just that the corners of Ling'er's mouth bent, and Ling'er suddenly shot out many butterflies, and the phantom of the small sword disappeared one by one, and the big seal did not stop for a moment, and fell on Xiang Feng.

Xiang Feng only felt that as soon as his body sank, he was pressed to the ground, unable to move.

The two of them faced Ling'er, but it couldn't be that Ling'er had the slightest effort, and he captured the two of them in an instant, not just defeating the two, or killing the two, the gap between them was immeasurable.

Immediately, Ling'er ignored the two of them, looked at Wu Hao, who was still closing his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that there was nothing abnormal about him.

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