My Another World Sword Saint Wife

Xi Ruilin put down the empty iron pot, and then an extremely terrifying wave of consciousness slanted out from his body.

After a while, the five soldiers fell to the ground and stopped breathing without even having time to react.

Groups of balls of light that cannot be seen with the naked eye slowly flew out from the five people and floated in midair.

There is only an extremely thin silk thread under the light sphere to connect with the physical body, which is the human body of consciousness, and it is also called the soul.

Consciousness is forcibly separated from the body, and the living body is in a half-dead state for a short time.If the silk thread connecting the body is completely broken, it is really dead.

"Dead? This treatment is much better than ours, the least painful method."

"Oh my god, the instructor killed someone again. Do you think she is tired? She has to be resurrected later..."

"What do you know, what you enjoy is the sense of control over your life."

"Well, we don't understand the mind of a perverted strong man."

Mu La'er, Ciba and A'Zhu whispered to each other.

It seemed that he had been tortured too much, so he didn't take the dead person to heart at all.

As for the remaining people, the five 'temporary corpses' were quite different.

Sweat slowly seeped from Xu Fei's back, and he quickly figured out what was wrong.

The instructor had promised not to use magic on the students during this training, but these five people were not her students, so it was not a violation.

But if this is the case, no matter how many additional staff are called in the future, it will be meaningless.

Sirira's realm is too high, beyond the cognition of Xu Fei and others.

Just relying on that unparalleled powerful consciousness can easily crush everyone.

"waste."

After spitting in the air, Sirira shifted her gaze to her own students.

"Fools, just five weak foreign aid... Is this how you are trying to defeat me?"

Facing the familiar disdainful eyes of the instructor, no one dared to respond.

Everyone is silently gathering momentum, ready to launch a thunderous blow at any time.

"I'm so disappointed that you never thought the rules were mutual."

Sirira shook her head disdainfully, and turned her gaze back to the conscious bodies of the five unlucky ones.

"I ask you one last time, will you continue to attack me?"

Chapter 403 The Sword God's Grace

buzzing.

Facing Sirira's harsh question, the five balls of light trembled slightly.

The consciousness fluctuations that emanate are full of complex emotions such as grievances, fear, and helplessness.

Sirira didn't speak, just tapped her arm with her slender index finger.Judging from the frequency of getting faster and faster, I am already a little impatient.

After struggling for a while, the light spheres finally made up their minds, and their momentum suddenly rose.

It was a high-spirited aura of going forward indomitably, smashing the cans, and living rather than dying.

"Well, it's not stupid. The consequences of disobeying me are much more serious than being afraid of me."

There was a slight smile on Sirira's face, excluding her weird personality, she seemed a little pure and charming at first glance.

With a light swing of the wrist, the five balls of light quickly fell back into their respective bodies.

"Gah!...cough cough...fufufu..."

Wright suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

"I, I'm not dead, I'm still alive!"

Turning his head with difficulty to look at the four companions, they also woke up at the same time.

Wright was a little relieved.

What just happened? !

His soul was forcibly pulled out, leaving only a trace of connection with his body.

As long as that link is broken, he is really dead!

Fu Zhexing's bastard boy dares to say that this is not Miss Sirira!

In the entire sanctuary, except for the honorable Miss Sirira, who would specialize in researching this kind of weird method!

Reflexively put your palms on your chest...

Puff, puff, puff.

The heart beats like a fast drum at a festival.

Looking at his companions again, their faces were full of palpitations like his own.

The five of them exchanged eye contact for a moment before standing up one after another.

Clang clang clang!

The law enforcers headed by Wright each took out a two-handed sword covered with magic texture.

Raising his arm, the point of the sword pointed at Sirira.

The five have worked together for many years, and there is no need to say a lot of things.

Now if you want to save yourself, there is only one way left...

That is to suppress the fear in my heart and try my best to attack Miss Sirira.

Then he was beaten to death by Miss Sirira as quickly as possible, so that he could successfully save his life!

Clang!

The soldiers suddenly closed their feet and stood upright, their expressions becoming solemn and solemn.They raised their big swords, held the hilt with their right hands, and held their left hands close to the blade.

"""This is the sword of valor that bestows wisdom, dignity, and strength..."""

"""This is the noble sword of truth, faith, and justice..."""

Accompanied by the pious words of the soldiers, wisps of dark golden energy gathered from all directions, and quickly penetrated into the bodies of everyone except Sirira.

"Ok?"

Xu Fei was taken aback for a moment, then waved the Miao Dao in his hand in surprise.

Flat slashing, stabbing, slashing... All conventional sword skills have become smoother and more powerful than before.

Not only that, Xu Fei had a faint belief in a strong swordsman.

To use an analogy, it's like the confidence you have when you face punks after countless battles on the battlefield.

Turning his head to look at the others, he just wanted to ask if he had the same feeling as him.

But before he could say anything, A'Zhu rushed to him and yelled loudly: "Brother Fei! Brother Fei! Give me the sword quickly, I feel that I can fight Dugu Qiubai for [-] rounds now!"

Xu Fei: "..."

"Sword skill-like praying magic? I haven't seen it for a long time."

Sirira looked a little interested as she propped up her tilted cheeks with her wrists drooping.

Prayer magic, through chanting special prayers, causes the fluctuation of consciousness to be attuned to certain things, certain energy or certain types of rules all over the void, so as to temporarily gain skills, experience or power.

It is a magical, simple and versatile magic.

For example, most dwarf craftsmen believe in Hammura, the god of creation and craftsmanship.

When they build houses and forge weapons, they will chant prayers related to the god Hammura, so as to temporarily improve their skills and create items of better quality.

The elves like to live in the quiet deep forest and love flowers and trees. They pray to nature every day, so they have a high affinity with plants.

This is also a type of praying magic.

Therefore, the subject of praying magic prayers is not necessarily an entity.

It may be a certain living body or ethnic group, or it may be a certain type of substance, or it may be just a spiritual symbol.

In short, as long as there is a medium that can gather countless consciousnesses to generate long-term belief in it, then it has a chance to evolve into the subject of praying magic.

The most interesting thing is that when people cast this magic, what they extract is the energy accumulated in the entire belief system, but it has little connection with the main body of belief...

Sirira's lips curled up.

Judging from the content of the chants of the five warriors, these idiots will borrow the power of some kind of kendo belief next.

She was a little curious about what the subject of belief was.

God?holy sword?Or a fabricated spiritual figure, or a famous genre in history.

""Listen to the teachings of the sword god Orstorphin, and I will exterminate all tangible things that poison all living beings!"""

The voices of the soldiers became higher and higher, and their tone was full of piety.

"...?"

Hearing the name of the sword god Olstorphin... Sirira's facial expression froze.

Raising her hand to cover her forehead, she really didn't expect that after thousands of years, someone would still remember this name.

""Prayer magic! [Grace of the Sword God]!"""

The magic was finally activated, and a dark golden glow appeared on everyone's bodies.

Their strength, speed, and sword skills have all been greatly improved.

This is different from the low-level auxiliary magic used by Mural, it is a completely two-level thing.

"...Why do you seem to have seen it somewhere?"

Feeling the increased ability coming from his body, Xu Fei thought deeply.

I always feel a slight sense of familiarity, but I can't remember it for a while.

"Contractors! Let's attack together! Show the bravery of a warrior to Miss Sirira!" Wright von Cavendy shouted loudly, exuding a high fighting spirit all over his body.