Chapter 410： The power of the magic sword

"Magic sword? OK, break it right away, it's urgent!"

Previously, Wang Long said that Wang Shu had a nasty smell on his body. It seemed to be a magic sword, and since entering the temple, he always felt that his right hand was very agitated, and it seemed that the magic sword had already felt it.

"Wang Shu, in the current state of the magic sword, can only attack three times, and then enter a long period of cultivation. Are you sure you want to destroy this seal? I think it is very wasteful. It should only be in the crisis of life and death. use!"

Wu Linger now temporarily acts as the sword spirit of the magic sword, and does not seem to want Wang Shu to be so extravagant, he asks uncertainly.

确定 "Okay! You must do it now, it is urgent, otherwise the guy will recover and I will certainly die."

Wang Wangshu didn't dare to hesitate any more. The Demon Dragon had far more wisdom and terror than Wang Long expected. It didn't follow the routine at all. It turned out that Wang Long thought that the demon dragon would directly devour the soul beads, but he did not expect to seal the entire temple directly, ignoring Wang Shu and Song Laowu completely. Because they can't even break the seal, they will only die here.

In the face of such a terrible opponent, Wang Shu did not dare to give it a chance to breathe. Once the demon dragon refined the soul beads, then there was only one way to die for them, and even Wang Shu doubted it. If the magic dragon refines the soul beads, it will be even more terrible than Wang Long, otherwise Wang Long will not let Wang Shu shoot for him.

"I understand!"

Linger obeyed Wang Shu's order and began to fully integrate into the magic sword that has been hidden in Wang Shu's body. He said, "Wang Shu, give up resistance, let my consciousness be with you. Only when we are together can we play The greatest power of the magic sword! "

"I know!"

灵 With the integration of Linger, Wang Shu gradually felt that his right hand began to tremble, and an indescribable power gradually awakened, and he had a special feeling, as if he had become Linger and a sword.

Song Laowu, who was aside, seemed to notice something, and his body began to tremble unnaturally.

"Why do I suddenly feel so cold? Strange, no wonder I also feel cold at such a little temperature? It's funny!"

Wu Song Lao Wu talked to himself, but unnaturally stayed away from Wang Shu. Those bone soldiers also seemed to have sensed and started to stay away from Wang Shu.

For a while, only Wang Shu was left by the frozen blood pool.

The momentum of the King of Shu began to rise sharply, which was something completely different from the ordinary cultivation of momentum. It is something that instinctively feels fear.

Gradually, Song Laowu was shocked to find that he was not cold and fearful, a kind of fear trembling when he encountered the force that made him irresistible! He even wanted to kneel, as if only by kneeling would this fear be lessened.

The skeletons also lay on the ground one by one, and the bones on their bodies made strange sounds, and those sounds formed strange resonances that filled the center of the entire temple.

Voice has magical magic, which makes Song Laowu, who was originally afraid, even more afraid.

Even the demon dragon hidden under the ice seemed to sense the fear and began to swim uneasily.

书 At this moment, Wang Shu is no longer a person in the eyes of Song Laowu, but also a sword, a broken sword with only a half.

Buzz!

Suddenly a clear cry, Song Laowu watched with his own eyes the sword that Wang Shu turned into hitting the layer of ice that seemed to be indestructible.

Huh!

Facing the half-cut sword that Wang Shu turned into, the impenetrable Jianbing was instantly broken, like a piece of paper and destroyed.

Wow!

Wu Jianbing was cracked open and splashed with countless blood and water. The dragon that was originally hidden below swallowed the soul bead and flew out.

Huh!

The gigantic devil's huge body rose into the sky and intended to hit the flying king book, but the king book had now become a magic sword.

The King of Shu is the magic sword, and the magic sword is the king!

"Cut!"

The king Wangshu gave a loud shout, and the whole person did not escape, and ran directly into the giant dragon's huge body like a chain.

Wow!

An unexpected scene appeared. Wang Shu's seemingly small body was not only bumped into a mud by the demon dragon, but the demon dragon was knocked out and flew out. If it was not because of the huge body bound by the black gold pillars in the blood pool, maybe This time I can directly hit the stone wall of the temple.

Apart from that, a chain of iron on the dragon's body was broken directly, only half connected.

Roar!

The Demon Dragon saw that his body had been damaged by such an ant, and the whole body stood up, yelling at Wang Shu.

However, this demon dragon roared back, but its speed and momentum were not as terrible as it was when the geniuses were slaughtered.

Since devouring the Soul Bead, the Devil Dragon has been emitting colorful glass, which looks very beautiful, but it is because of these lights that the Demon Dragon is weak at the moment.

"Hurry up, trap him now! I'm going to do my best!" Wang Shu shouted at Song Wu who was still in a daze.

"Trapped him!"

Wu Song Laowu immediately responded, and ordered those purple and gold skeletons to rush towards the dragon.

The demon dragon at this moment really weakened a lot. It seems that Wang Shu is right. Once it devours the soul bead, it will be weak. This is when they killed the demon dragon.

The body of the Zijin Skull was hard, and after jumping one by one, he started to bite the dragon-like body like a crazy dog ​​like a crazy dog.

Although the Demon Dragon's body is equally hard, it cannot resist the bite of these purple gold skeletons at all in its weakness.

Huh!

The sorrowful sorrow of the Demon Dragon writhing desperately, hitting the ground frantically, part of the purple gold skull was directly crushed by the crash.

Huh!

Every time a Zijin skeleton dies, Song Laowu, who controls them, spit out blood, as if those Zijin skulls were Song Laowu himself.

However, even so, Song Wu was desperate to control and direct those purple gold skeletons, and there were still many lying on the dragon's body. Even if he died, he was still biting the dragon's body.

At first, due to the pain, the Demon Dragon was getting rid of the bite of those purple gold skeletons, and constantly hit the ground, but gradually, it noticed a crisis of life and death, and suddenly turned its attention to Wang Shu who was preparing to launch a second attack.

不好 "No, it notices you!"

The old Wu Song saw the dragon disregarded him and those purple gold skeletons, but yelled in horror after going directly to Wang Shu who was preparing for the second attack.

"Damn!"

Wang Shu, whose consciousness has been fully integrated with Linger and the magic sword, can naturally perceive that the magic dragon is coming towards him, and is equally anxious, but the magic sword that has just launched an attack is in weakness, although he wants to feel it again The pleasure of destruction and destruction, but there is no way.

Roar!

The demon dragon turned into a terrible blood shadow and hit it.

"Humph!"

The moment I squinted at the sight of the magic dragon about to hit Wang Shu, suddenly a cold hum came from the empty place in front of my eyes ...