Chapter 1251

This is the blade of the sword spirit!

The spirit of the sword also has the aura of the sword, and the weapon has the spirit, which is called the weapon spirit.

The derivation of spirit, the direction of benefit and spiritual deposition give birth to the broken blade. The broken blade is actually the benefit of tools!

All things in the world, once moistened by the aura of heaven and earth, will have subtle changes over time... The three emperor sword held by Qiu Shengzhu has been kept warm in the Dantian, which is the case for all martial artists who love the sword as life. Through the method of sacrificing spirits, a space is isolated in the Dantian for nothing else, just to conserve their beloved spiritual tools.

So at the first sight of the water drops on the three emperors' sword, Zhihai Xiaoguang couldn't help shouting... Because each drop of water can become a corresponding sharp weapon with the warrior's mind, so as to kill the other party with one blow.

In order to kill Zifeng, Qiu Shengzhu took great pains.

Unfortunately, there must be a sparse in Baimi. What is sparse is that Qiu Shengzhu doesn't know that Zifeng knows that there will be Xiaoguang, an omniscient old monster in the sea!

In the blade storm, the biggest weakness is not the nothingness storm, but the hardest broken blade in the storm core. What's more, the water drop in Qiu Shengzhu's three emperors' sword did not derive into a blade, but a broken blade.

There is only one step from the broken blade to the sword blade, and the gap between the two is also very different. Once the blade is formed, it is an independent individual. Even if Zifeng's spiritual power reaches the later stage of entering the room, he can't break the sword Qi on the surface of the blade in a short time, penetrate into the sword body, and then erase the spirit!

But the broken blade is different!

The spiritual power hovering in the sea is contaminated with the thunder of heaven's anger that can destroy everything. Although the broken blade is vicious, its small spiritual consciousness has not yet taken shape. How can it resist the strangulation that destroys the sky and the earth.

Countless strands of mental power suddenly burst out like a spring... Before the blade storm approached, it had rushed into the storm... The purple thunder flickered, and the wild storm in the sight was only ten feet away. The rapidly swirling water droplets slowly returned to normal, and then issued a sad cry and fell down dully!

The three emperors' sword in his hand trembled, and the sad sound of the sword made Qiu Shengzhu feel sad, gnashing his teeth and roaring "take your life!" One jumped into the fog immediately!

"No!" The distant pot Hill loudly reminded me, but it was too late!

When the sword spirit who has been raised by Wen for decades dies, how can we not make Qiu Shengzhu heartache! After heartache, Zifeng is bound to pay for his blood!

At this moment, Zifeng has been waiting for a long time!

From the beginning, he only dealt with Huqiu and Yu Guohuo without fighting back. Didn't Zifeng do everything to make Qiu Shengzhu take it lightly, so that he could take the initiative to enter the black fog?

Just now, Zifeng had at least ten chances to kill Huqiu in a short time, but once Huqiu died, Qiu Shengzhu would not risk himself!

Therefore, when fighting against the three people in front of him at the same time, different from what ordinary people think, Zifeng's first goal is not Huqiu and Yu Guohuo, two semi saints, but Qiu Shengzhu!

A real martial saint, who said persimmons should be picked up and kneaded soft first, and his martial style would do the opposite!

Roaring, Zifeng's green robe suddenly exploded into wisps!

When the fire is fully opened, the purple Xuan fire and the sea force are naturally integrated together. The purple Xuan force surges out, and the ferocious fist is hit with Qiu Shengzhu!

"Click" made a crisp sound. When the spirit of the sword was damaged, the three kings sword didn't stop Zifeng's attack at all. Under the heavy fist Gang, the sword body broke!

The fist was like a mountain, and Qiu Shengzhu was not a good man. Almost at the same time, they each blasted on each other's chest... In the two low muffled sounds of "bang bang", Qiu Shengzhu was hit hard on the ground by the wind.

As soon as a gray mist appeared on his chest, it was swallowed up by the insulating gas... His body was as strong as a sharp weapon. After being hit by Qiu Shengzhu, Zifeng clearly had no influence at all. He plundered down like a mountain... The Huqiu and Yu Guohuo on one side scolded secretly, and both of them wrapped their wings to stop him, But the next moment, an unreal feeling floated to my heart. Wu Zifeng was clearly in front of me. However, their footsteps became extremely slow as if they were in the mud!

"No, how could he be slow!" Yu Guohuo's forehead overflowed with big drops of sweat, which was almost powerless!

With a loud bang, a huge pit 100 feet around in the square came into view. In the cracked earth, Qiu Shengzhu still held half of the sword in his left hand, turned over and took out an ancient mirror from his arms!

After seeing the ancient mirror, both Huqiu and Xuanqing palace asked the people to retreat towards the rear... Even the silent mirror was taken out, which showed that Qiu Shengzhu had nothing to do with Zifeng?

For the strong in their realm, the skill lost its due power and became like chicken ribs. Powerful martial arts masters can mobilize the power of heaven and earth. Isn't that the effect required by the skill?

What's more, in the fierce battle, because of the rest and accumulation time of exercising the skill, the whole war situation will change dramatically! Not as strong as a simple impact!

"The light of silence!" Qiu Shengzhu roared with an iron blue face, and his hands were flying. With a finger in the air, the mirror immediately took off and turned into a hundred feet away. A dark column of light that wanted to devour the whole sky suddenly burst out... But a scene that surprised Qiu Shengzhu appeared. Almost at the same time, the high-altitude neutron wind also took out an ancient mirror, and his hands were complicated, More than ten times more complicated than Qiu Shengzhu, "the light of the silent sky!"

The light of silence, the light of silence. One word difference, but let several people who know the details suddenly tighten their hearts!

"Silent day, isn't the light of silent day no longer available? How is that possible? " Huqiu's complexion changed greatly. He was suspended in the air without blinking in his eyes... There was nothing impossible. The ancient mirror in Zifeng's hand did not change a little, but after breathing, a gurgling stream gurgled out like a dark spring... The spring water was so weak, but at the moment of overflow, the space in front of him was melted in an instant.

Like a scar torn from the face of the sky... In the scar, the turbulent flow of space is raging.

From the bottom up, the "light of extinction" was immediately swallowed up by the space crack... Qiu Shengzhu's firm eyes flashed a look of continued panic, flinched and wanted to hide.

However, at this moment, Zifeng, suspended in the air, sneered, "Sheng!" With a whisper, a black fog suddenly overflowed from inside and outside of Qiu Shengzhu... "Ah!" In an instant, the black fog dyed Qiu Shengzhu's eyes dead gray. In the scream, there was no light in the world... The silent mirror fell to the ground with a "bang", and Qiu Shengzhu just stood in the black light.

"No!" Left and right Huqiu wanted to rescue, but it was too late.

Can only watch helplessly, the great elder of the misty palace is swallowed up bit by bit in the silent light