Chapter 202

No one is clear about how the spirit family came into being and what it will be. Even the spirit family itself is not clear. However, with the passage of time, some things precipitated and became the exclusive property of the spirit family. If you really want to find out, only the ethereal fairy tree can answer all this, but it's just nonsense to let the tree speak.

In general, the method of sacrificing the spirits of weapons is mostly the traditional method of feeding the spirits, that is, when the weapons are completed, they use the lives of live spirit animals to cut the edge, so as to absorb the spirit knowledge of spirit animals that have not been dispersed, so as to earn a trace of spirit for the weapons. A trace is less than one percent of the spirit consciousness of the dead spirit beast. But even for this one percent spiritual awareness, I don't know how many spirit beasts to kill before I can succeed.

More spirit beasts facing the dead world have collapsed and incomplete spirit consciousness before being killed. When they are released, they will directly dissipate between heaven and earth. Where will they be absorbed by chaotic weapons. However, the spirit family is not simple. The people of the spirit family are spirit bodies themselves. If they want to sacrifice spirits, they need so much trouble.

Zifeng took out the ink knife and saw a cold light in front of him. Zifeng subconsciously blocked the ink knife and said "Dang", and the edge of the ink knife was cut into more than half an inch. However, after this pause, all the shadows of the surrounding swords fell down. Although he felt pity, the ink knife still swirled around, and there was a "jingling" sound. The ink knife in Zifeng's hand became incomplete in an instant, scars of wounds strung together like beads

"Hurry up." Zifeng hurried Xiaoguang anxiously. If it goes on like this, the ink knife will not support much.

Xiaoguang gave Zifeng a white look, "what's the hurry? Can you die? Don't you see I'm brewing? "

The void sword in the middle of the sea. With Xiaoguang's eyes staring, the sword body began to leak out continuously, one by one, wandering around Xiaoguang, as if waiting for an order. Zifeng's spiritual power. Once it was called by Xiaoguang. Is it something that has never happened?

Slowly, Xiaoguang put his hands in front of his chest and tied a complex knot. In the process, strands of spiritual force wrapped around Xiaoguang's body regularly. After a few breaths, Xiaoguang's body was covered with a thin layer of mental power. The knot of his hand lifted upward and "entered" with a sound. Under a flash of light, Xiaoguang in the sea suddenly disappeared.

As soon as Zifeng explored the sea, he was surprised when he didn't see Xiaoguang. Just as he was about to distract himself from searching, a familiar voice sounded around Zifeng. "Don't look for it. I'm in your ink knife. I didn't expect that the environment in your ink knife is not too bad. It's good. It's good." what Xiaoguang said about giving spirit to weapons is to take himself as the spirit and become the spirit of weapons. Xiaoguang, the spirit of thousands of years, is very powerful.

But Zifeng's heart was dripping blood. He was an idiot shouting at Xiaoguang, "who made you sacrifice yourself! I wuzifeng need you to do this! Get out of here! " In Zifeng's understanding, the art of sacrificing spirits must sacrifice spiritual knowledge, and when Xiaoguang enters the ink knife, he will sacrifice himself.

Although the quilt was scolded by Zifeng, Xiaoguang didn't yell immediately as usual. On the contrary, there was a sour smell in his heart, "I won't die. Don't worry. It's the spirit family's' replacement spirit skill '. It's just a different place. You don't have to worry. " What's more, the outer layer of Xiaoguang's body is also entangled with Zifeng's spiritual power, which will not be dangerous.

In this way, Zifeng came back to his senses. However, as soon as his expression was out of control, he was hit by two swords in his back. The injury was serious for a moment. When Zifeng fixed his eyes on the ink knife, he found that there was a brilliant aura around the ink knife. Wu Lang's spirit snake sword was cut on it, but there was no trace left. So Zifeng smiled

Three movements of remnant Sabre: the wind sweeps the fallen leaves. Around Zifeng's body, his mood became peaceful for a moment, no sorrow, no joy, no waves in ancient wells. There was only one feeling. The ink knife seemed to be his own arm, perfectly integrated at this moment.

The shadow of the sword is always lingering outside the ink knife. It's difficult to get close to the move of minute wind. It seems to be very slow, very slow. However, the spirit snake sword, which jumps up and down in a hurry, thinks that it can find a gap every time. When it is about to wait for an opportunity to attack, the ink knife is always in front of it at the next moment.

In desperation, Wu Lang could only dodge to one side. Although he was unable to break through, he saw Zifeng's whole body full of blood, and his smile was even worse, "fight with me. Is the end! What about? If you just kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, I can consider letting you go. "

Zifeng opened his eyes and saw that Wu Lang's breath was unstable at this time. It must be the xuanjie skill just now. Isn't it easy for him to admit defeat? Joke, Zifeng is passive defense from beginning to end. When he wants to attack, Wu Lang will withdraw to end the battle. Even if he is willing, Zifeng won't go back. "The same words, here you are!"

"I don't appreciate it!" That's right. Wu Lang spent most of his vitality, and there was not much left. I didn't expect that the ordinary young man in front of him could persist for such a long time under his "spirit snake nine flashes". Just now, Wu Lang was just looking for an excuse for himself.

So in the eyes of the people, they bumped into each other fiercely. Once, no dodge. The ink knife in Zifeng's hand rose high and jumped up, "Qianjun cut", which came down from the air with a powerful force of thunder. The vitality of his whole body was boiling and rushed madly towards Zifeng's right arm.

Zifeng's right arm was filled with vitality and expanded more than twice. It was up, up and up. At the moment Zifeng stopped, the ink knife stretched out like a full moon. All vitality poured into the ink knife at that moment

With a low muffled sound, Wu Lang's foot was ten meters deep. When Zifeng's blade was as thick as ink, it sank for half a meter. Wu Lang felt the amazing destructive power from Zifeng's blade! Without hesitation, the spirit snake sword was across his chest. When the body pressure increased suddenly, he forced a move: the spirit snake was entangled, the spirit snake sword came out, and even flew around Wu Lang quickly.

The shadow of the sword grew faster and faster. I just felt that it began to be hazy again. Wu Lang's figure disappeared in the spirit snake sword again. But does Zifeng need to know where Wu Lang is? At his feet, there must be his figure in the vague shadow of the sword., That's enough!

The ink knife flickered, and with a blade that looked down at the mountains and rivers, it slashed fiercely towards Wu Lang below. Time seemed to stand still at that moment. When Zifeng's ink knife cut on the virtual shadow, the slippery feeling appeared again, but the small light in the ink knife smiled and tied his hands, "sharp!" At the tip of the ink knife, there was a cold light that ate people

Wu Lang's "spirit snake entangled" was shattered at the moment when the ink knife became sharp. The body of the spirit snake sword was only delayed for a little time. When it was hit by the ink knife and fell to the ground, it had already lost its original brilliance and became dim

At the moment, Wu Lang, who lost the spirit snake sword, was like a lamb to be slaughtered, with his mouth open and his face stunned at the top-down ink knife. He couldn't believe it. In a moment, the positions of the two changed.

No one had time to stop it. Zifeng's eyes were full of angry flames, and the ink knife chopped at Wu Lang's heart

Wu Xue and his party were silly. They didn't expect that things would develop to this point. If Wu Lang died, they couldn't escape the relationship, "don't!"

A startling voice sounded, but there was still no ink knife to stop Zifeng's long march!

"Huh?"