Chapter 2495

Because of the entrance of the spirit of the sword, Mo Rong Zhan immediately felt that the black sword in his hand was much heavier. A sword soul suitable for him would make the sword more flexible, while an unsuitable soul would make a sharp sword into a blunt one.

Mo Rong Zhan's action is slow, but he can't drive the sword spirit out of the black sword, so he can only carry the heavy black sword and continue to fight with the white sword soul.

The sword soul in white moves very fast and is sharp. He has never seen it before.

Qiang -

when two black and white swords collide in the air, the power of the black sword is increased by using the magic power of Mo Rong Zhan.

The black sword does not seem to be a sharp sword. At first glance, I thought it was a humble iron sword. But at the moment of meeting the white sword soul in the air, the light of the sword suddenly appeared. Although there was no sword soul, it seemed that there was a sword soul.

No, there is a completely useless sword spirit in his black sword.

"Ah, ah Why did you throw me out again With the appearance of black sword spirit, the sword spirit was thrown out again.

"You won!" The soul of the sword in white receives the sword, indicating that Mo Rong Zhan deliberately passes through this level.

If you want to have a sword soul, you must have the sword power first. The black sword of Mo Rong Zhan has enough sword power.

The sword is light and flighty. It can be seen that Mo Rong Zhan has already known how to use the sword to pose.

Mo Rong Zhan looks at the white sword soul doubtfully, but he has disappeared in front of him.

"You see, fortunately I entered your sword, you can have such a powerful sword power." The sword spirit can't wait to come and ask for credit.

"Don't enter my sword." Mo Rong Zhan said coldly, "you are not my sword soul."

The sword spirit cried, "I think you are the master I have been waiting for for a long time. This black sword is very suitable for me."

"If it fits, you won't be thrown out." Mo Rong Zhan thinks it is his sword that repels the sword spirit.

"That's because I haven't practiced yet. When I become the soul of the sword, I will be able to integrate with your sword." The sword Spirit said seriously that it had been waiting for so many years. Only this sword was suitable for its existence. In the past Although it can't remember how long ago, someone came to Jianshan, and it also went into other people's swords, but it would feel uncomfortable all over, and it was not suitable for its cultivation.

It's hard to meet a sword that makes it feel comfortable. It must follow.

Mo Rong Zhan shook his head and refused the sword spirit, "I don't need you."

"You need mine." The sword spirit just followed him, "you will meet many sword spirits. It's not easy to go to Jiansheng mountain, and there is only one sword saint in Jianshan."

"Can you win those swordsmen?" Mo Rong Zhan asked faintly.

The sword spirit puffed up his cheek, and his round cheek became more round, like a ball of white, "did I just help you win the sword soul?"

Mo Rong Zhan didn't even look at it. He lifted his feet and went to the front.

Just now it was clear that this thing was thrown out by the sword spirit. Where was it that won the sword soul for him.

"Hello, wait for me." The sword spirit saw Mo Rong Zhan leave and ran after him, "you haven't told me, what's your name? We'll get along well in the future. I can't even know your name. Speaking of it, I think you're a little familiar. It seems that you've seen you somewhere. Have you ever been to Jianshan before? Hey, don't walk so fast. Wait for me. It's the gate of Jianshan. It's not easy to get in... "

Mo Rong Zhan left the sword spirit behind him, and felt that it was too noisy.

The sword spirit quickly followed up, "wait for me."

There was no sword soul in white to block it. There was a bridge above the pool. Just as Mo Rong Zhan got on the bridge, he had already reached the opposite side of the pool. In front of the gate, a man in black stood.

"Wow The sword spirit threw himself behind Mo Rong Zhan and said in a low voice, "this is the black sword soul. You may not be able to beat it. Let's go. Don't go to find the sword master. You can have me."

"If I want to pass by, please excuse me." Mo Rong Zhan bowed his hand and saluted before the soldiers. He knew that he would have to fight before he could go in.

"Light your sword, please." The voice of the sword soul in black is low. He looks like a sword hidden in the scabbard. He can't see the power.

The more you can't see through, the more you have to be careful.

Mo Rong Zhan can't underestimate the enemy, and holds the black sword in his hand.

"You You really want to fight. " The sword elves screamed nervously.

Two black figures have met in the air.

The spirit of the black sword spirit is fierce, and the air seems to flow with his sword.

Sword spirit!

Mo Rong Zhan was shocked. He had never seen anyone with such a strong sword spirit.

"Shall I help you?" Asked the sword elf.

"Stay away from me." Mo Rong Zhan said in a cold voice that this group of things would not increase his sword spirit, but would make him unable to use it.

The sword spirit embraces Mo Rong Zhan's sword body, "you can't beat without me.""Go away!" Mo Rong Zhan avoids a sword spirit and wants to throw the sword spirit out.

"I'm helping you." The sword Spirit said with a strong voice.

Mo rongzhan felt that the black sword was heavier than before. He could only use more spiritual power to inject into the black sword, and the body of the sword was slightly hot.

Bang -

the sword spirit of the black sword soul dashed against the stars and fell on the body of Mo Rong Zhan like a sun rainbow.

Mo rongzhan felt a tingling pain in his palm and could hardly hold the handle of the sword.

What a powerful sword spirit!

"You don't even have sword spirit. How can you get into the mountain?" Said the soul of the sword in black.

Mo Rong Zhan takes a look at the black sword soul and holds the black sword in his hand.

"How do you know I don't have sword spirit?" He held the handle of the sword in both hands and poured his spiritual power into the sword. His black sword had the momentum of piercing the sky. However, it looked weak because there was a mass of things lying on the body of the sword.

I don't know if it is his illusion. When he fills the black sword with spiritual power, the sword spirit seems to be absorbing his spiritual power at the same time, and it disappears in his sword again.

Bang -

the sword is flying in the clouds, like a mountain with anger.

It is no less than the momentum of the sword just now.

The black sword spirit stepped back a few steps to avoid the sword spirit of Mo Rong Zhan.

"Good sword spirit!" The black sword soul said in a deep voice, and turned to the side without expression, "please come in."

Mo Rong Zhan takes back the black sword and bows to the black sword soul.

Whether they met the white sword soul or the black sword soul in front of them, they didn't mean to hurt him. They were just testing his sword power and spirit.

It seems that to enter Jianshan, we need to go through a lot of tests.

Mo Rong Zhan walked into the mountain gate and suddenly felt a little strange. After looking around, he remembered that the group had not been thrown out this time.

Is it integrated with his sword?

No way! He already had a sword master. How could he accept another sword spirit.

What's more, it's just a sword spirit that hasn't been cultivated yet.

Mo Rong Zhan flicked the body of the sword lightly, and the sword spirit rolled down like a ball.

"Ah, how comfortable." The sword spirit felt the round body and belched with a sigh.

I haven't absorbed so much aura for a long time.

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