Douluo's Heartless Sword

Chapter 338 The Broken Sickle Blade

Before Qi Ling could say the last sentence, its figure turned into a ray of black light and was swallowed by Ye Ling without any fluctuation.

"Did you just find out now? It's too late."

Stretching out his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, Ye Ling's mouth flashed an evil arc, and even in those noble dark purple eyes, there was a hint of evil flickering faintly.

Obviously, this is a side effect of devouring the spirit of this evil weapon. The huge evil energy erupted from Ye Ling's body. Although it will not hurt him, it is enough to make him be affected by this evil energy in a short period of time. I have reached my heart.

The sickle blade is a divine weapon after all, and its weapon spirit is definitely not ordinary. If Ye Ling had only swallowed the weapon spirit just now, and didn't swallow the divinity stripped out by the weapon spirit, perhaps there would not be such side effects.

But now that it has swallowed it, it will be affected by this evil energy for a while.

Licking the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, Ye Ling put away the evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and sat in the palace on the spot. His evil eyes were slowly closed, and he was about to start digesting this divinity. And the evil spirit that affected his xinxing.

……

In the space outside the bronze tripod, all the evil spirits in the sky were gathered together, and finally swallowed by the remains of the Killing Sword Lord.

With the entrance of these evil spirits, Qixin Jianjun's aura suddenly became extremely violent. Bone spurs gradually grew out of the body covered with evil mucus, and two bone spurs like sharp swords protruded from the palms of each hand. .

The Qixin Sword slipped from his hand, and stuck straight into the pitch-black scorched earth.

The Seven Heart Sword was trembling slightly, as if it was sad because the owner discarded it. Looking at the sad sword sounds from the sword body, a strong anger flashed in the eyes of the Tibetan Sword Venerable.

The right hand holding the Seven Fierce Swords in his hand turned slightly white because of this. The most taboo thing for a swordsman is to drop his accompanying sword, let alone throwing down his accompanying sword and switching to another weapon like him.

Turning the sword body slightly, the figure of the Hidden Sword Venerable disappeared from the air, and landed beside the Seven Heart Sword, stretched out his left hand to pull it out, and held it in the palm of his hand.

The Qixin Sword is no longer trembling, and there is no sword sound anymore. The original milky white sword body has dimmed, and now it is like an iron sword that can be seen everywhere in an iron shop, without that spirituality anymore.

Abandoned by its master, it chose to perish, and it had a little wit in the first place. Such hard-won wit is about to dissipate.

The Venerable Hidden Sword saw it in his eyes, and his heart was extremely anxious, but there was no way to stop it. This was Qixinjian's own choice. the ones.

Under the dark halo of the sky, the body of the Killing Heart Sword began to become rusty, starting from the tip of the sword, and slowly spreading towards the hilt at an extremely slow speed, but there was nothing to stop it.

The Tibetan Sword Venerable and the controlled remains of the Killing Sword Lord watched quietly, and neither of them made any further moves.

The last corner of the Qixin Sword was also covered with rust. The Venerable Hidden Sword closed his eyes with great regret, took out its scabbard from the storage soul guide, and carefully sent the Killing Heart Sword to the sword. in the sheath.

Rust rubbed against the scabbard, making piercing noises, but the Hidden Sword Venerable was unmoved, looking at the Qixin Sword slowly inserted into the scabbard with serious eyes, he knew...

From now on, there will be no Seven Hearts Sword in this world.

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath, the Venerable Hidden Sword slowly stood up, put the Seven Heart Sword into the storage soul guide, and when he opened his eyes again, the strong anger burned in his eyes, even the seven evil spirits on his right hand The sword trembled slightly as if feeling the master's anger.

"Killing heart, I will definitely take you back."

Word by word, as if suppressing the strong anger, the Venerable Hidden Sword rose into the air again, raised the Seven Fierce Swords, and nine soul rings emerged one by one from behind.

yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red
There were nine soul rings in total, the dark red soul ring at the end suddenly lit up, and on the Seven Fierce Sword held in the hand of the Venerable Hidden Sword, a nine-foot sword light flickered, and this space covered by evil energy, It began to tremble violently, and blood-red sword shadows appeared in the sky, the ground, and the distance blurred by the evil spirit.

The Seven Fierce Swords were also dyed blood red, as if they had just been soaked in fresh blood, especially the imprints of the Seven Fierce Beasts, as if they had come to life, opened their blood red eyes and stared at this space.

"Before you were alive, when we were fighting swords, you said that there were too many flaws in my sword. Now you look at it, and now I cut this sword... so what?"

Venerable Hidden Sword looked at the Killing Heart Sword Lord with extremely complicated eyes, and slowly swung the Seven Violent Swords in the direction of the Killing Heart Sword Lord. The sword shadows all over the sky seemed to be drawn by something, and they were all directed at the Seven Violent Swords. Fingers go.

The shadow of the sword flickered in the sky, like a magnificent river of sword energy. This sword is like a thousand swords returning to their ancestors. It absorbs the power of heaven and earth, turns them into invisible blades, and finally condenses them together. Thousands of swords return to one sword.

This sword is called: Killing Heart.

In the name of Killing Heart, just like the previous Killing Heart Sword Lord, his ninth soul skill is called: Hidden Sword!

……

"Bang~"

The sickle blade shattered and turned into a cloud of evil energy that soared into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Ghost Douluo looked at the shattered sickle blade in his hand in horror, and swallowed deeply, his complexion turned extremely pale in an instant.

This sickle was given to him by the lord, and he was supposed to bring it to help Chrysanthemum Douluo complete the task, but now it is broken, so what should he do.

His lips trembled slightly, but there was no trace of blood. After thinking for a long time, Ghost Douluo slowly took out a black rhombus crystal from his bosom, and crushed it into pieces.

Strong evil spirits gushed out from the fragments, forming a light curtain in front of Ghost Douluo. On the other side of the light curtain was Rakshasa, who was lying sideways on the throne, eyes wide open. Slightly closed, as if falling into a slight sleep.

"What's the matter?"

Just when Ghost Douluo thought that the fierce Rakshasa on the other side of the light curtain had fallen asleep, a cold voice came out from the light curtain.

The originally slightly closed eyes opened slowly at this moment, and a strange color flickered in the dark green pupils. Looking at these eyes, Ghost Douluo felt as if he was being stared at by the god of death, making him His heart shuddered.

"My... my god, the sickle blade you gave me... is broken... broken!" Ghost Douluo said in a panicked tone, fearing that the master in front of him would get angry and kill himself after knowing the news.

However, Rakshasa's ferocious god's reaction was not as Ghost Douluo imagined. The figure on the other side of the light curtain only focused his eyes slightly. After thinking for a while, he said, "It's nothing. I just felt that this weapon is getting weaker and weaker. Weakness, that's why I entrusted you to complete the task, and now it's broken... well, it saves me from looking for a spirit for it."

"Go and finish the mission. I hope you won't let me down this time."

(End of this chapter)