Chapter 97

After leaving the scope of Tianjian mountain, Su Moyu took dumb son and white wolf together to resist the broken sword, and flew all the way to the distance.

He was afraid to meet other xuanjianzong people and have some unnecessary fights, so the speed of defending the sword was very fast.

But you can't fly far like this? He suddenly felt a little trembling, his strength was getting smaller and smaller, and his speed was getting slower and slower. In the end, it was even harder to stick to the sword flying.

The dark realm, which was strongly supported by those black lines, had also retreated at this time.

Su Moyu fell to the ground and the mute son on his back walked forward with his teeth clenched. At this time, he was more than 100 miles away from Tianjian mountain, but Su Moyu was still worried.

If the people of xuanjianzong are determined to find themselves, they will soon be caught up in the distance of more than 100 miles.

But I was worried, but my feet were slower and slower.

And every step he took, his muscles hurt as if they were torn.

He looked down and found that although there was no wound on his arm, there were many bleeding spots.

"Is this the side effect of those black lines?" Su Moyu asked himself, but no one could answer him.

He was so hard to carry the mute on his back. At last, he lost consciousness in both legs and finally fell to the ground.

The White Wolf looked back at Su Moyu, and the look in his eyes was more and more cold and fierce.

For the current situation, it is more clear than Su Moyu. It is too dangerous to stop at this distance.

But looking at Su Moyu's current state, he couldn't go on at all.

The White Wolf bared his teeth and waited for Su Moyu for a long time. When he saw that he could only lie on the ground and breathe. It was difficult to get up again, he hesitated for a long time before he walked over reluctantly.

He leaned down and bit Su Moyu's sleeve with his teeth. It took a long time to pull the two people onto his back.

At present, the White Wolf's physique is very small, and his strength is lost when he gets out of trouble. Therefore, carrying such a heavy two people on his back is also a great burden on him.

But it doesn't matter.

What the white wolf really cares about is that it actually carries the human thing.

At the beginning, how many monsters were obedient to themselves? How many practitioners fled in confusion in front of themselves?

Even later, the man who was strong enough to make him unable to resist caught himself and refused to become the other party's Mount, so he was trapped for more than a thousand years.

But now, I can actually carry such two humans!

"I can't see. You're quite energetic." Su Moyu said with a smile.

The White Wolf glared fiercely and took a bite at Su Moyu's arm.

It just didn't work hard. Although Su Moyu felt very painful, he didn't get hurt.

"Well, I won't say anything, please." Su Moyu probably guessed the other party's mood and quickly shut his mouth.

The White Wolf took a heavy step towards the northwest.

After more than thirty miles, the White Wolf's physical strength is gradually losing. After all, it is not the powerful wolf king at the moment.

At this time, a dark cloud from the direction of Tianjian mountain has covered their heads, and the mountain wind roars in the twinkling of an eye, which is probably the prelude to the coming mountain rain.

At this time, the White Wolf's eyes brightened and found a cave near the river in front of a depression.

He hurried to speed up his pace and threw Su Moyu and ya'er into the cave before the mountain rain fell, but he jumped out again and found many branches and withered grass to cover the hole.

If it weren't for careful observation, outsiders would never find it here.

Just after all this was done, there was a dull thunder and the pouring rain fell.

At the moment, Su Moyu was in pain and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

He shook his hands, took off the belt that bound the mute, glanced at her injury, and quickly changed a handful of pills to feed her.

After all this, he was relieved and passed out in a coma.

I don't know how long it took in his coma. Su Moyu just felt as if he had been burned back and forth by a fire, but he didn't even have the strength to moan.

During his dying, those black lines lurking in his body began to twist.

But unlike before, this twist is much softer.

After a long time, these black lines began to form regular characters and appeared in front of Su Moyu.

"Spirit sword formula..." Su Mo Yu Mo said silently. He tried to look down, but he couldn't see what was written below.

At this moment, a thunder burst out in his mind.

Immediately, those characters were all broken into countless black lines.

But this time, those black lines didn't rush into his arms, but spread all over his body very evenly and regularly.

Vaguely, it seems to correspond to his meridians one by one.

At the same time, Su Moyu naturally had more information in his mind.

"I see..." Su Moyu said silently, and then completely lost consciousness.

After sleeping all day and night, Su Moyu suddenly felt that the whole person was like falling into an ice cave.

An excited spirit woke up, but found his face wet and cold.

In front of him, the White Wolf looked at himself with disdain. In his mouth, he held a broken ladle. There was still half of the water in the ladle. The half he wanted to use was poured on his head.

He sighed impatiently and moved his body a little. Although the tearing pain came, it was much better than before he was unconscious.

Su Moyu breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he already knew the true face of those black lines.

Those black lines are the Scriptures written by the descendants of the spirit sword flow of the previous generation, using ink instead of sword.

It is also the only unique skill of spirit sword flow, spirit sword formula.

This sword skill is different from other sword skills. It has no moves or mental skills. It can only be passed on from generation to generation in this way.

The spirit sword formula of this generation was written on the bookmark on that page and hidden in a useless spirit sword book. Poor elders of xuanjianliu, who had been reading fake books for more than 100 years, were inherited by Su Moyu.

"It's no wonder that although the spirit sword stream has been handed down from generation to generation, it is the strongest pulse among the seven streams of xuanjian. This spirit sword formula - it's a little too strong!" Su Moyu couldn't help sighing after thinking about the essence of swordsmanship embedded in his mind.

This set of soul sword formula is divided into two parts: the first is to Nourish Qi and the second is to nourish sword.

The so-called Nourishing Qi is to use those black lines to cast a completely different set of black channels opposite their own channels, that is, those black lines.

This set of black meridians will imperceptibly absorb the excess aura of the outside world. When facing the enemy, it can make people cross a realm to face the enemy temporarily.

It's just that every time we cross the border, there will be a lot of risks. It doesn't matter if the time is short. Once the time is long, there will even be life-threatening.

Su Moyu crossed the border twice in a row before. Now he is still alive. It can only be said that he is lucky and lucky.