Chi Wanqiu and Gongye Mingzhi were also shocked. They had never heard of a sword spirit despising their sword body. Could this be a spirit... Oh, by the way, he is a sword spirit, not a god.
The sword has become refined.
"Then have you ever thought about what will happen to you if you destroy the sword body?" Gu Qingxi frowned and reminded.
"You don't think I'm the same as that piece of junk in your hand, do you? I am the spirit of an immortal weapon. Even if the sword body is destroyed, it won't have much impact on me. At worst, I can find a sword body that is truly worthy of me.
Already." The young man gave Gu Qingxi a strange look, and his eyes became even more contemptuous.
Only then did Gu Qingxi realize that the spirit of an immortal weapon was different from the spirit of an artifact. Even if the original body was destroyed, it could still exist in the world forever.
In fact, she already knew about this, but her cultivation had only reached the peak of becoming a god, and her memory had not yet been completely restored.
I have to say that this naughty kid is not only arrogant, but also has a bit of a venomous tongue. Hearing him say rubbish to the left and right to the other, the Soul Mirror space exploded again.
"This little bastard actually dares to call me trash. He is trash, trash among trash!" Yafeng roared angrily.
"Ya Feng, don't be angry. In fact, what others said makes sense. He is the Immortal Sword and Sword Spirit, and you are just the Divine Sword and Sword Spirit. Compared with others, you are indeed a bit rubbish, rubbish...well, a bit ordinary." Wan
Ling advised kindly.
When the word "garbage" was mentioned, he noticed that Yafeng's face turned dark quickly, and finally he vaguely said "ordinary".
"So what if the Immortal Sword and Sword Spirit are just a little brat, how dare you humiliate me like Yafeng Divine Sword.
I'm going to chop him to death right now. Don't stop any of you from stopping me. I'll fight anyone who dares to stop me." Even though Wan Ling changed his mind in time, Yafeng still heard his true intention and was even more furious.
He yelled and cursed again.
"Go ahead, go ahead, we promise not to stop you. But without the help of Master, do you think you can use the sword body? Don't forget that you are just a divine sword and a sword spirit, not someone else's fairy sword." Wan Ling said disdainfully.
"..." Yafeng suddenly fell silent.
It hurts my heart, it hurts my heart now.
Although his spiritual power is strong, it is only the spirit of the divine sword after all, and can only exist in the sword body or attached to the sword owner.
Without the help of the sword master's spiritual consciousness, it is basically difficult to leave the sword body. Even if you reluctantly leave, you will not be able to exert much strength, and will soon disappear between heaven and earth.
This point is obviously far inferior to the spirit of the fairy sword.
"Wanling, I can't kill him, but I can still kill you." After a moment of silence, Yafeng said quietly.
So, under Cai Cai's disgusted eyes, the soul mirror space started to tremble again.
Gu Qingxi was also a little angry. The contemptuous looks from the naughty child again and again finally made her realize that it was not very lethal but very insulting.
"But if the sword body is destroyed, what should I do in the Nine Li Mingxu Realm, and what should the Gongye clan do?" She took a deep breath, tried hard to control the anger in her heart, and then asked.
"What should I do? What does the Jiuli Mingxu Realm have to do with me, and what does the Gongye clan have to do with me?" the young man said indifferently.
"Don't forget who refined your sword body and sword spirit. Isn't it your duty to protect the Jiuli Mingxu Realm and the Gongye clan?" Gu Qingxi asked.
"It's the responsibility of the fart. That old guy Gong Yeli refined me. He just wanted to have fun and become famous all over the world. I didn't ask him for it." The young man curled his lips when he heard this, his expression even more disapproving.
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Then, without waiting for Gu Qingxi to speak, he said impatiently: "Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. Get out of here. If you dare to meddle in your own business, I'll be rude to you."
While speaking, he held the sword on his right shoulder and stroked his short dark blue hair with his left hand, which stood as straight as a hedgehog, making him appear even more arrogant and domineering.
Gu Qingxi originally wanted to persuade him to return to the sword body obediently and rest quietly so as not to cause further trouble, but looking at this situation, he knew that it was useless to say anything.
She took a step forward and raised her sword again.
"I said, you don't really want to use such a junk sword to attack me, do you?" The young man looked at Gu Qingxi as if he were an idiot.
He is not an ordinary spirit, but the spirit of the fairy sword. He cannot be injured by ordinary sword energy at all.
Even if the long sword in the opponent's hand is not as rubbish as he said, but a divine sword with a sword spirit, the result will be the same. After all, one is the spirit of the divine sword and the other is the spirit of the fairy sword. The gap is really too big.
Already.
Next to him, Chi Wanqiu and Gongye Mingzhi also looked at Gu Qingxi in surprise.
Although no one in the Gongye clan has learned the "Nine Heavenly Artifacts" since Gong Yeli, and no one has ever refined a fairy sword, they also know that the power of the spirit of the fairy sword cannot be compared to the spirit of the divine sword.
It's like a Mahayana monk and a Foundation-building monk. How do they compare?
With Gu Qingxi's strength and the divine sword in his hand, it would be no problem to destroy the cracked body of the Jiuli Mingxu Sword, but it would be a fool's errand to harm this sword spirit.
"It seems that Gong Yeli has never taught you that in the world of cultivation, there are people outside the world. Never underestimate any opponent." Of course, Gu Qingxi knew what they were thinking, but she just smiled slyly.
Then he shouted: "Ya Feng, come out!"
A gleam of cold light came out from the sword, condensing into a tall and handsome figure.
"Hahahaha, it's finally my turn to take action. How dare you call me trash? Let's see if I can't kill you, you little bastard!" Amidst the laughter, Yafeng held a long sword and slashed down in the air.
"Disgrace yourself!" The young man didn't pay attention to him at all. He turned around and swept the long sword on his shoulder towards Yafeng.
Although it was just a spirit body and had no substance, the sword was still unstoppable. The power of the sword spirit surged and made an ear-splitting sound of wind and thunder.
It's over. What a great sword. It's going to be destroyed like this. Gongye Mingzhi's heart is going to be broken again.
There is no way, although his cultivation level is good, his talent in weapons is too average. Let alone the divine sword, he has not even refined the semi-divine sword.
"Boom!" In Gong Ye Mingzhi's heartbroken eyes, two equally empty sword shadows collided violently, making an earth-shaking loud noise.
The young man's figure shook and flew out.
Chi Wanqiu was dumbfounded, Gongye Mingzhi was dumbfounded, Gongye Ruoyun was dumbfounded, Xiao Yutang who was watching the fun was dumbfounded, and Jiuli Sword Spirit who flew to the edge of the hall before regaining his balance was also dumbfounded.
Living.
I thought that given the power of the Immortal Sword and Sword Spirit, Yafeng would definitely suffer heavy damage even if his soul was knocked out with this sword blow. Who knew that the result would be that the Immortal Sword and Sword Spirit was chopped away by the sword.
"Impossible, how can you be so strong? Impossible!" The young man shouted, raised his sword high, and charged towards Yafeng.
As a fairy sword spirit that even he despises, and the only fairy sword spirit in this world of cultivation, how proud he is. What a shame it is for him to lose to a mere fairy sword spirit?
Saonian was very angry... no, it was the young man who was very angry, so this time, he unleashed the power of the sword spirit almost without reservation.
That slightly thin figure also released boundless killing intent.
But unfortunately, he still couldn't wash away the shame on his body.