Spirit Sword Sovereign

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Chapter 327

From Wu Jingxue's shot to the moment, he hasn't died yet.

Almost at the moment of his hands, the cold sword light was killed, and it was completely exterminated. The whole body was up and down, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the whole space became **** and grim.

Lin Tianchong's eyes were frozen, and immediately before him, a sword of flame appeared, and the fire was like running water. It enveloped the void, the fire burned everything, and the sword broke into the sky, making the world and the world rumbling.

"broken!"

The light of the arm thundered and swept across, as if a mountain descended from the sky, shaking the flame sword away.

However, as soon as he shot, a cold cold wind swept away behind him.

The next moment-

The reappearance of the cold sword light, such as the fierce ghost with open teeth and claws, the sword is fierce, and the right arm of Lin Tianchong's thunder is cut off!

Void, silent.

Lin Tianchong's body fell from midair, his left hand was covering his right arm, and blood was flowing out continuously, dripping onto the ground. The surging painful expression almost shocked everyone's mind.

Even Chu Xingyun opened his eyes wide and looked at this scene in disbelief.

The two sword lights hovering in the void slowly fell down, and the sword shadow floated like a mist, turning into two eerie figures. It was Chang Chixiao and Qin Qiumo.

"Are you surprised? Why did the two of us shoot suddenly and stop you in such a timely manner?" Qin Qiumo was speaking. He stepped forward, looking down on Lin Tianchong with an idiot's gaze.

Lin Tianchong still covered his right arm and looked away, but was surprised to find that Qin Qiumo's eyebrows actually grew a vertical eye, his pupils were gray, and there was a hint of cold light, which was constantly turning. This is especially true.

"My martial spirit, named Youling Spirit Eye, ranks in the fifth grade. Although it has no combat ability, it is extremely sensitive to the spiritual power of the world, even if it is a ray of thread, it can be clearly perceived."

Qin Qiumo raised his head, glanced at Chu Xingyun, proudly said: "Just now, you and Wu Jingxue's spiritual power transmission was captured by the ghost shadow, although I don't know what you are discussing, but I changed my mind. When I think about it, it is mostly related to this child. "

"Therefore, when we regained consciousness for a moment, without any hesitation, we turned into swords and slayed toward the front!"

Speaking of which, Qin Qiumo and Chang Chixiao's faces are all showing a grinning smile, and the sword light is still suspended above everyone's head, making everyone's mind fall into the valley and feel more and more desperate.

"The strength of these two people is far inferior to my father, but in order to save you, it is still a risky shot. Such a move is too stupid to open my eyes." A sneering voice spit out from the usual name He stared at Chu Xingyun with his eyes, as if he wanted to see something from Chu Xingyun.

A moment later, he turned his gaze back, and a look of boredom appeared on his face, seeming to be impatient.

I saw that Chang Mingyang lifted his right foot, the dazzling silver light shining on his boots, and his sharp meaning was like a sword, kicking in Chu Xingyun's abdomen with an overbearing stance.

Boom!

The horror force was wiped out, and Chu Xingyun flew out the whole person.

The body hit the hard mountain wall, and a deep mark was printed. The falling stone rustled, tearing apart the blood hole on Chu Xingyun's body. At the same time, the spiritual power surrounding him also disappeared like flowing water.

"Chu Xingyun's Linghai ... broken?" The crowd's pupils shrank. For a time, their breath stopped, and even the heart stopped beating, falling into absolute silence.

If the defeat of Wu Jingxue and Lin Tianchong has made the crowd more desperate, then at this moment, the hearts of the crowd have been occupied by despair, and there is nothing else!

The spirit sea is the foundation of cultivation.

No matter how powerful the warrior, he must rely on the Linghai to breathe and absorb the pure spiritual power between heaven and earth.

The spirit sea is fragmented, and the life-long cultivation of the martial arts will be turned into nothingness. It is impossible to perform martial arts and martial arts, nor can it urge Wuling to become a complete waste.

At this moment, Chu Xingyun ’s sea of ​​spirits shattered, which means that all the miracles and feats he had created have become a thing of the past. He is no longer a genius, nor is he a promising future.

Without Linghai, his existence is not even as good as ordinary people!

Chu Xingyun fell in the pool of blood, his eyes became empty, without the confidence and confidence of the past, the pain enveloped the body and mind, and the whole body trembled madly.

Chu Xingyun didn't put his wounds in his eyes. As long as he was soaked in the blood pool, he would be able to recover as before.

However, due to the fragmentation of the Linghai, the blood pool could not be repaired.

Even the legendary super nine-level spirit material can do nothing!

"I Chu Xingyun lived for a lifetime. In just one year, I have accumulated countless resources and received the help of many strong men, but in the end, it ended up in a broken sea."

"Does this sky really kill me?"

Rao is Chu Xingyun's perseverance. At this time, he couldn't help sighing. The last trace of spiritual power in the body dissipated. The whole person seemed to have no soul, and looked down at the sky.

In this world, martial arts are regarded as the supremacy of the strongest.

Without Chu Lingyun, Chu Xingyun is equivalent to losing everything.

The whereabouts of the biological mother is hard to find.

He could never make the promise he made to Shui Liuxiang.

Even the sword of martial spirit, he could not summon it.

What is the difference between being alive in this life and dying!

The light in Chu Xingyun's eyes gradually dissipated, leaving Chang Mingyang a bit tasteless. Originally, he wanted to torture Chu Xingyun continuously, and use the pain and wailing of Chu Xingyun to vent his hatred.

Now, Chu Xingyun's trance, no matter how tortured, there is no movement at all, just like death.

"I am always famous, but I am a genius disciple of Wanjian Pavilion. How can I waste time on a waste." Such a thought came out of my mind, and Chang Mingyang looked at Chu Xingyun without any emotion. .

Clang!

Cold light silver sword came out of the sheath, a cold killing intention spread from Changming Yang.

However, he saw that he raised the silver sword, and the sensence of sword light, tearing the void, if it came to Chu Xingyun, he could definitely cut Chu Xingyun's body apart.

Chu Xingyun also saw this sword light, but his body, but did not move, still standing there, still motionless.

Seeing this scene, the crowd's hearts were filled with sighs. On the trembling face, their eyes were even painfully closed, and they dared not open their eyes to see what happened.

"It's really boring!"

Chang Ming Yang snorted with a slight spiritual force, condensing the sword light to the extreme, turning it into a huge silver sword shadow, printed into Chu Xingyun's eye pupil, and even enveloped him all.