Chapter 582

"No!"

Suddenly someone's face changed greatly and looked at the unconscious waiter around him: "that blow was so powerful just now. Can we finish it alive?"

This is indeed a question that goes deep into the soul.

People with strength will not worry. After all, this is only the aftermath of the war, but there are many people who are not proficient in cultivation in the lobby!

After listening to this sentence, many people's faces suddenly changed and their hearts became timid.

The old man around ZhuLao suddenly sighed: "I'm afraid it's too late to evacuate now!"

"Don't worry!"

Old bamboo shook his head and looked at the chrysanthemum blind man.

The chrysanthemum blind man nodded, turned his hand and took out an array plate.

When the Qi force is input, the nodes on the array disk are lit in turn, and then he drinks a little and throws the array disk up directly.

There was a whistling sound, and then the whole lobby was shrouded in a huge blue light mask.

Just now, everyone didn't expect that the random blow of Liu Zhengyang and Wu chaozi would have such power, so they were caught off guard. In fact, the defense here is not bad at all.

The blue mask looks as thin as a cicada's wings, but it can block even the five strong ones.

This is the sincerity of the black market auction. Although the consumption makes people feel meat pain, they can't care about those at this time.

On the square, Wu chaozi's hand gave a gentle meal.

When the hilt of the sword left the scabbard, a cold light suddenly appeared. What's more amazing is that behind Wu chaozi, an illusory figure emerged. Many people were surprised to see this scene.

"Jianling! It's Jianling!"

"The Wu Dynasty's son is really hidden! No wonder he has to work hard to cultivate his sword. It turns out that this one has a sword spirit!"

After hearing this, someone shook his head and retorted.

"It's not that the sword has a sword spirit, but that Wu chaozi used the sword to grind out a sword spirit!"

Then he explained again.

"Look at the face of the sword spirit. It's very unreal. It's obvious that the newly born sword spirit hasn't fully formed! I can't imagine that the ambition of the son of the Wu Dynasty is far greater than we thought!"

People also understand that Wu chaozi not only wants to cut off his shackles with a sword, but also wants to use a sword to cast a soul for the sword spirit!

Everyone is different in the process of soul casting. What Wu chaozi needs is to completely integrate his sword meaning with the sword spirit. In this way, the long sword will have spirit in the future, and his strength will naturally rise to a higher level!

"This sword is called Qingshuang. It has been with me for ten years. Liu took charge and offended me!"

Liu Zhengyang squinted his eyes. At that time, the grass and wood essence of his hands had gradually converged, and he was more curious about the process of casting Wu Zhaozi's soul.

After all, the poison line in the chessboard has been broken up and has lost the protection of the spirit. In this way, he can take this opportunity to learn.

"Let me see how strong your hidden sword is!"

Liu Zhengyang held the Dharma formula in his hand and felt a sense of war in his heart.

Wu chaozi's eyes suddenly brightened. There was no hesitation at the moment. His energy and spirit were three in one, and his palm was tightly attached to the hilt of the sword.

As the long sword slowly left the sheath, the chain that seemed to have been pressing him seemed to begin to break inch by inch.

At the same time, Wu chaozi's threatening momentum began to fall down a little, and everyone who saw this scene could not help but shrink their pupils.

"Here we go! Here we go!"

These people even subconsciously held their breath and stared at the changes of Wu chaozi. Even if they were stabbed by the sword, their eyes were stiff, just to witness the birth of the legend.