"This Thunder Sword was built by me and him back then."
Feng Tianshang's voice was filled with endless desolation. He really couldn't imagine why his former old friend wanted to kill eighty-eight of them.
"Senior, do you have a way to control the spirit of this thunder sword?"
Ye Chen's thoughts moved, and his eyes were filled with impatience.
"Okay." Feng Tianshang said without hesitation.
Although Dao Wujiang is a disciple of Confucianism, he is not an orthodox weapon spirit master. It can even be said that many of his weapon spirit refining methods were taught by Feng Tianshang himself.
Even though this Bing Thunder Sword was built by them together, he was also the leader!
As the most famous weapon spirit master in the entire Heavenly Realm, he has this confidence!
"Please help me, senior, to save Jiudian."
Ye Chen said in a deep voice, and took the initiative to let go of his body's authority.
Between the lightning and flint, Feng Tianshang's spiritual thoughts had already covered Ye Chen's body.
Dao Wujiang's brows moved slightly, and he actually sensed a familiar scent on this boy.
"Order my spiritual thoughts, command my spiritual consciousness, watch my spiritual soul, and follow my spiritual path!"
Ye Chen had sheathed the evil sword, clasped his hands together, and a burst of fiery tongues of fire emitted from his whole body. The tongues of fire were like purgatory, and they hit the sword of thunder fiercely.
The originally whistling thunder sword was slowly dissipated by the tongue of fire, and the power of the thunder was slowly dissipated.
Dao Wujiang's face changed drastically, and he shouted: "Who are you?"
"With all the vicissitudes of time, can't you even recognize me?"
Feng Tianshang spoke slowly through Ye Chen's mouth. The emotions in his tone were extremely complicated. When they met again, there were eighty-seven lives between the two of them.
"It's you."
Dao Wujiang's expression changed again and again: "You are still alive."
Feng Tianshang's voice paused: "You must be very sorry, because as long as I am alive, there are still people who remember your evil deeds back then!"
"Tian Shang, you don't know the reason for what happened back then. It was not my intention."
Dao Wujiang seemed to still be thinking about some old feelings, and the eyes he looked at Ye Chen revealed a trace of unspeakable difficulties.
It's a pity that Feng Tianshang has already seen the neatly arranged tombstones in the Blue Forest. No matter how cliche they are, they are just sophistry.
"Item Spirit, in my name, I will defy you!"
Ye Chen roared, and a hurricane flew up from his body, blowing all his hair in the air.
The thunder sword in Dao Wujiang's hand was deflecting direction bit by bit.
"Thunder Sword!"
Dao Wujiang roared arrogantly, but it had no effect on the direction change of the thunder sword.
"boom!"
Ye Chen opened his big hand, and the sword that was originally in Dao Wujiang's hand flew into Ye Chen's hand with a bang.
"Let you taste the true power of this Thunder Sword!"
Feng Tianshang's face was solemn, and the Thunder Sword in his hand seemed to be one body from birth. His whole body had become as solid as iron, and his whole body was surrounded by the power of crimson magma, which was once the thick fire color in the construction furnace.
The Thunder Sword instantly became as red as red, and the original sword surface was already a bright red, dotted with layers of light spots. The divine power belonging to the weapon spirit, like a supreme god, ferociously moved towards Dao Wujiang.
Dao Wujiang's expression became serious: "Tian Shang, if you stop, I can spare this kid's life!"
Feng Tianshang shook his head: "Impossible!"
His eyes were blazing, as red as a hellish Shura, and he looked at Dao Wujiang solemnly: "Speak out your unspeakable secrets! Otherwise! I will do justice for heaven!"
Dao Wujiang seemed a little helpless, and the trace of hesitation on his face became sharp at this time.
"Okay! Since all eighty-seven are dead, go and accompany them!"
Dao Wujiang's eyes showed a fierce expression, and he looked at Feng Tianshang with an expression that no longer looked like an old friend.
Ye Chen, who was hiding in the Tomb of Samsara, felt his heart sink. Feng Tianshang was just a weapon spirit master. As much as he knew Dao Wujiang, Dao Wujiang knew him.
The sword of red fire and thunder, showing the power of rushing fire, moved towards its original host with great devastation.
Dao Wujiang's chest was naked. At this time, the lines of the Thunder Sword on it actually had faint red edge marks.
There was a hint of relief in the corner of Feng Tianshang's mouth: "This is your true face!"
Dao Wujiang did not face the red-blooded giant sword immediately, but instead a dagger glowing with cold light appeared in his hand.
The dagger actually stabbed his chest, gouging out the skin with thunder sword patterns on his body.
Ye Chen's eyes shone brightly, and Dao Wujiang's behavior at this moment made him a little confused.
Feng Tianshang looked at his actions and showed a hint of pale bitterness.
The simplest and most difficult way to crack the weapon spirit master's counterattack is to disconnect oneself from the weapon spirit. Although this method will cause great damage to the body and soul, it is the fastest and most effective.
Dao Wujiang used this method without even thinking about it.
The red-blooded thunder sword violently moved towards Dao Wujiang, whose chest was dripping with blood.
The long hair hanging down on Dao Wujiang's face made him look particularly gloomy. He looked up at Ye Chen's eyes, revealing a ferocious strangulation intention.
"Now, the Thunder Sword has been separated from my origin! What can you do to me!"
The thunder that was originally densely covered by the thunder sword has now dissipated in the entire void.
"Senior, leave the rest to me."
Ye Chen's voice came from the Samsara Cemetery. Feng Tianshang was able to use his power to remove the weapon spirit of the Thunder Sword, and he had done his best.
Feng Tianshang knew that he had tried his best, and Ye Chen was more suitable than him for the battlefield after leaving the weapon spirit.
Besides, Dao Wujiang has also been hit hard by the backlash. This is Ye Chen's opportunity!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Suddenly, wisps of Wutu Origin Qi surged crazily, bursting out with a monstrous yellow light, and instantly evolved into nine giant swords, each of which was as huge as a carved dragon or beam. They fell to the ground with a rumble, forming a surrounding
A circle, like a sword wall, firmly guarded Ye Chen.
The Sword of the Imperial City!
"Eternal Night Demon Sky!" Ye Chen shouted violently, waved his hand, and the source of darkness symbol was released. The boundless darkness instantly enveloped the entire world. All light was cut off.
The sky and the earth fell into darkness.
"Senior Jiudian, get out of here quickly!"
"Want to leave?"
Dao Wujiang's cool voice sounded in the darkness.
The ground beneath everyone's feet suddenly shook violently, and the ground suddenly began to sink. The dust rising from the entire ground formed a black cloud, making the sky and the earth covered with clouds and smoke.
Dao Wujiang's blood-drenched flesh body was now glowing with layers of red light, and the power of thunder was flashing on it.
The power of thunder circulated on his body, with dazzling white streams of light flowing, making a hissing sound.