Cute Scripture of Mountains and Seas

"Very good, you really chose it." Seeing Mei Xue pull out the Underworld Ghost Sword, which represents the killing power of ghosts and gods, Xuanyuan Jianying clapped his hands lightly, and then put away the Blood Sickening Sword and Cicada Crying Sword.

"When did you find out?" Mei Xue knew that this ghost sword was very suitable for him, but he didn't understand how Xuanyuan Jianying found out that he was suitable for this type of fierce sword.

"Intuition." Xuanyuan Jianying's answer left Mei Xue speechless, it really was a genius answer.

Then, Xuanyuan Jianying stood up slowly, and looked at Mei Xue with incomparably sincere eyes:

"Since there is a sword, why not fight?"

This was the moment Xuanyuan Jianying had been waiting for a long time ago. It was precisely because he wanted to see Mei Xue's sword that he specially used his family relationship to choose these three swords.

Any one of these three swords is rare and rare, although they are all cursed swords, and among them, the ghost sword has many terrifying legends of killing masters.

But there are so many sword cultivators in the seas and mountains. These fierce swords are not only not ignored, but they are the best among swords that are hot in the hands.

In order to pursue the ultimate in kendo, many sword cultivators don't take their lives seriously at all, which is why there are so many terrifying magic swords and ghost swords in the mountains and seas, and even some swordsmiths use their own lives to sacrifice swords. , just to forge a fierce blade.

"Okay." Mei Xue readily agreed to Xuanyuan Jianying's invitation to fight, and he also wanted to know what kind of state his current attainment in the way of swords is.

"You are not a pure sword cultivator, so you don't need to restrict your celestial skills and supernatural powers. What I want to see is your real sword." Xuanyuan Jianying didn't impose any restrictions on Mei Xue because of presenting Mei Xueming Ghost Sword, As he said, what he wanted to see was Mei Xue's true strength.

Jianxin psychic, the battle between swords is the best way to see a person's true nature. What Xuanyuan Jianying wants to know belongs to Mei Xue's most real side.

"Then I won't be polite." Mei Xue stretched out the fingertips of her right hand, and instantly gave Xuanyuan Jianying a burning blood sword with astonishing momentum.

At this time, Mei Xue didn't think about the Dragon Jade battle tonight, nor did she care about what would happen if she ran out of six shots of the Burning Blood Sword right now.

Since you want to fight, let's fight happily, without hiding anything.

"Good job!" Xuanyuan Jianying shrank his eyes the moment he saw the bloody sword light.

Only those who have really felt the power of the Burning Blood Sword at close range know how terrifying the power is in this blood-colored sword energy. It is the breath of death that can drive immortal warlocks into a place of eternal doom with just one hit, killing them instantly The bloody sword light.

The cyan sword light fluttered with the wind, showing the meaning of returning to the wind and dancing willows. It gradually reduced the aura of the burning blood sword piercing through the gold and stone, and finally turned into countless blood lights and dispersed.

"Good!" This time it was Mei Xue's turn to praise, the sword intent of Huifeng Wuliu was somewhat similar to the sword wave he encountered in the green bamboo forest just now, but it was softer and more elegant.

After all, the sword waves circulating in the green bamboo forest are just dead objects that appear according to fixed rules, while the sword in Xuanyuan Jianying's hand contains the real sword light that Xuanyuan Jianying has comprehended. The two powers from the same source are naturally Xuanyuan Sword Ying's display is even more subtle.

"The sword is called Bamboo Shadow. It is made from the branches of thousand-year-old green bamboo after ninety-nine and eighty-one kalpas. In this green bamboo forest, it is a spiritual sword that gathers the power of heaven and earth. The sword rises deep into the clouds. Please enlighten me." After firing the Burning Blood Sword, Xuanyuan Jianying's eyes became more profound, which was the expression of his complete immersion in the artistic conception contained in the green bamboo forest, and it was his highest respect to Mei Xue.

"The name of the sword is Ghost. It is extremely fierce and evil. When the Sword of Ghost comes out, there must be something ominous. This is the sword of ghosts and gods." Mei Xue lifted the Sword of Ghost, and the slender blade about three meters made a strange whistling sound .

Something that couldn't see the shadow or feel the shape wandered out from the ghost's slender sword, shuttled around the sword, and then got into Mei Xue's body.

This is the resentful soul who died under the ghost sword. He has long lost his intelligence, leaving only the most pure hatred, twisted, and desperate horror.

"Huh!" A gust of wind blew by, and the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest trembled suddenly, and then two extremely fast figures collided together.

The cyan light is transparent, like the reflection in the water, the bamboo shadow sword from Xuanyuan Jianying, and the spirit sword that perfectly blends with the surrounding aura of heaven and earth.

White whistling, something invisible to the naked eye, accompanied by the sword light waving with the slender blade, the ghost sword from Mei Xue, which contains countless ghosts and ghosts, the first time the sword was drawn, it triggered the ghost sword. The difference carried by itself.

With a swing of the sword, Mei Xue seemed to hear a voice from the underworld. It was a voice he had known before who had been to Santuchuan.

The world over there is cold and empty, and the wailing of the soul can be faintly heard. Countless tragic voices are intertwined and become a creepy sound of hell.

Around the Underworld Ghost Sword, a black-gray crack appeared, which was a sign that the power of the underworld was opened, and it was a signal for the Underworld Ghost Sword to awaken.

This crack swallowed the sunlight belonging to the seas and mountains, and then countless dead souls and ominous things wandering in the void poured out of this crack, lodged in the Ghost Sword, and then released from the sword of the Ghost Sword. The body stretched all the way to Mei Xue's body.

During this process, these chaotic and distorted things are automatically devoured, fused, and turned into even more distorted and crazier things. Just holding this sword, Mei Xue can feel the horror of these things, that is Even the magician's fairy ring can't resist things.

However, Mei Xue didn't have such a thing as a fairy ring in the first place, and the biggest reason why he chose the Underworld Ghost Sword was - the supreme terror that existed in his body.

The right hand of the ghost emperor, synchronized! In Mei Xue's thought, without the Nine-Tailed Fox with the golden hair and jade face, the outline of the Ghost Emperor's right hand appeared on his right hand for the first time, entering a state of synchronization with his right hand in a completely transparent posture.

This is the privilege that Mei Xue obtained after the synchronization rate with the Ghost Emperor's right hand exceeded 80%. Now he can partially use the power of the Ghost Emperor's right hand even if he does not enter the state of the golden-feathered jade-faced nine-tailed fox transformation, that is to say The ghost emperor's power is becoming his thing little by little.

This is the path that Mengmeng and Huangquan opened for Meixue, the correct way to reach the supreme supernatural power.

The moment the Ghost Emperor's right hand appeared, all the ominous things that had entered Mei Xue's body gathered in his eyes, reflecting a cold and infinite world.

In that world, indignation, tyranny, and impulsiveness have all disappeared, replaced by a bottomless silence that is as deep as the crack opened by the ghost sword. The black pupils reflect the tragic howls of countless souls, which cannot be escaped. The wailing of the dead souls bound by the ghost sword.

A faint darkness that is difficult to describe in words emanates from the Underworld Ghost Sword. It is the color of death, and the power of the Underworld Ghost that seizes everything.