Wizard: I crush the legend with my martial arts

The black mist and cloud smoke rolled rapidly, just like a whale sucking water, and they were all sucked into the magic circle in an instant.

The trembling feeling in the cave instantly returned to calm.

Still dark, still dead.

But Alphonse felt a strong unwillingness, extreme anger, and frustration.

The call resounding in the spiritual sense became clearer and clearer.

It seems to say, we can talk.

As soon as the sword was inserted back, the magic circle had perfectly sealed it inside, and no clear words could come out.

Being able to issue this summons seems to be the limit of this sword.

Alphonse also discovered something. The power contained in this sealed sword seemed to be somewhat similar to the energy of the dead.

But it couldn't be absorbed, the magic circle had completely blocked it.

Alphonse doesn't use a sword, but if he can absorb the death energy on the sword.
That's another story!

But Alphonse still had some doubts in his heart. This sword should have a sword spirit as described in fairy novels.

Queen Junon's divine sword Alhasat has never been seen or spoken to.

Just to seal it, a powerful dragon would be required to guard the sealed place in this cave.

Will it be difficult to deal with if you let it out?

After thinking about it for a moment, I have killed the giant dragon, am I still afraid of its sword?

As soon as he reached out, Alphonse grasped the hilt of the sword again.

This breath is really similar to the breath of the dead!
But it was sealed tightly and couldn't be extracted at all.

Slowly, he pulled out the sword.

Black smoke spread out again, filling the surrounding area.

"Humble ant! Do you know who you are facing! This uncle is the sword of Vargab, the King of Troubles! It is the supreme magic sword Farbankus!"

"Speak humanly!" Alphonse interrupted it unceremoniously, "Otherwise, I will seal you away!"

Alphonse had never heard of the name of the person mentioned in this sword, so he couldn't care less about it.

"Hmph! You have already pulled me out, do you think you can seal me again casually? You underestimate me! I can completely break this seal by myself."

puff!

Alphonse pressed the sword hilt back decisively.

The sword jaw hit the rocky ground with a crisp "clang" sound.

Then the smoke was sucked back in and everything became quiet again.

Alphonse laughed out loud, "Aren't you invincible? What big talk are you talking about?"

There was no answer, but the call in the spiritual perception became more and more earnest.

"You should be able to hear me, be sensible, speak well, explain clearly what benefits you can bring to me, and I will let you out." Alphonse said calmly.

After saying that, Alphonse slowly pulled out a section of the sword.

The black mist reappears.

The voice was already furious, "You ant! How dare you tease me! Just now I was careless. This time, I will never do it."

The words were interrupted again by Alphonse, "Do you want to be penetrated again?"

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The shouting stopped abruptly. There was an awkward silence.

After a while, the Demonic Sword Spirit finally spoke in a muffled voice, "Give your blood to me, and I will give you incomparable power, freeing you from the fate that you were once unable to resist!"

"In other words, you have to shed blood to identify the master?" Alphonse asked curiously.

"To have power, you need to pay a sufficient price! You have to pour your blood on me! I need half of your blood!"

It’s not just a drop of blood!
Alphonse really lacked interest.

He doesn't use a sword, but what he covets is the power that is close to the necromantic energy contained in this sword.

The power of the magic circle seal is very powerful. Even after pulling out half of the sword, it still can't absorb even a single bit.

It seems that the only way is to completely pull out the magic sword.

Alphonse was on guard, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and exerted force.

The heavy resistance became stronger, but it could not stop Alphonse from pulling out the magic sword from the magic circle.

As soon as the tip of the sword left the magic circle on the rocky ground, the Demonic Sword Spirit laughed wildly, "It's been more than a thousand years! It's been more than a thousand years! I'm finally out of trouble!"

The boundless black air flow spread out, misty and illusory.

In an instant, Alphonse felt his mind being shocked.

But because of this, a violent reaction of the true energy in the body was triggered, and the true energy surged.

You know it won’t be that simple!
"Stupid and humble ant, offer your blood for my uncle's resurrection!"

Following the roar of the Demonic Sword Spirit, the black clouds in the sky condensed into countless tentacles and pierced into Alphonse's arm.

In an instant, blood was drawn out, and the black mist turned into blood mist, becoming the link between Alphonse and the body of the magic sword.

Alphonse thought that he had been baptized with dragon blood and his skin was tough enough, but he didn't expect that the tentacles of black mist would poke him open.

However, despite being caught off guard at first, the infuriating energy from the Xiantian Wuxiang Divine Skill had already stopped the blood from flowing out, and started a tug-of-war with the black mist, sucking back the blood that had been drawn out.

This sword spirit, which calls itself the Magic Sword Farbankus, does have ulterior motives. As soon as it escapes from trouble, it attacks its benefactor with a two-pronged approach. It not only affects the mind, but also actively absorbs blood.

Alphonse can be sure that even if he can gain power from the magic sword, the end will not be too good, and he will most likely become the puppet of the magic sword.

But the magic sword broke away from the magic circle, and the entire sword was exposed to the outside. The method of absorbing the spirit of the dead was already effective.

Alphonse held the blade of the sword with one hand, and together with the hand holding the hilt, began to rapidly extract the death energy from the magic sword.

The black mist, which was still in a stalemate with the true energy, was instantly attracted by the strong suction force and poured into Alphonse's arm continuously.

"You!.What on earth are you doing?!."

The Demonic Sword Spirit screamed in horror. Its power was absorbed even before it could be soaked in blood.

The black smoke clouds filled the sky like swallows falling into the forest, and penetrated into Alphonse's hands.

In just a few breaths, the Demonic Sword Spirit weakened at an extremely exaggerated speed, and its energetic voice turned into a half-dead tone, as if it was about to ascend to heaven at any moment.

His attitude suddenly changed, and he begged in a humble voice, "Please! Spare me! Save me! I don't want to disappear! I can still provide you with help!"

Alphonse breathed for a while, and he could already feel the weakening of the magic sword spirit. His voice had become as small as mosquitoes and ants, and the death energy extracted had changed from a raging torrent to a trickle. Only then Stopped sucking.

It also has its uses.

At least, from it, we can figure out where this cave is.

Why is it sealed here?

It's already fish on the chopping board.

Once all the mysteries are answered, it will not be too late to deal with them. (End of chapter)