Two smoke spirits who were looking after the shop came out from the corner, stepped forward cautiously, and kept looking at the Qinghong Sword in Zhikaruma's hand.
Zhikari sighed secretly, sheathed his long sword, and hung it back on the wall intact. With the sword in his hand, his combat power was so different that he could kill even a mysterious master like Qian Huogui. But.
This sword belongs to the mysterious black ship captain, who must be a giant of the Demon Prison world, and he has little chance of seizing this sword by force.
"A mere vulgar fan can be so obsessed with you that I'm afraid it will stain my eyes even if I look at it. What's there to be reluctant to part with?" Fuji glanced at the look of regret in Shikarima's eyes and snorted disdainfully.
Tao.
Zakari was slightly startled, then realized that the "vulgar powder" mentioned by Fuji refers to the Qinghong Sword. However, the Horcrux's tone was a bit sour, as if he was jealous.
"The texture of this sword is tough, and the blade is blown and broken. It can be called a top-notch sword. Why can it be regarded as a common thing?" Zhikarizhen asked puzzledly. The Qinghong Sword was light but not floating in the hand, and the sword's light was green and green.
It is washed, and a wonderful seven-color iridescence is faintly revealed when it is in operation. It is obvious that many rare minerals were added during the casting. Even the ice-crystal silk wrapped around the handle has the miraculous effect of clear mind and detoxification. In addition, the Taoist magic circle embedded in the sword body is hidden.
It is so powerful that there is no such good sword in the entire Yongning Marquis Mansion.
"Didn't the person who taught you the sword say that the sword must be pure and refined? This vulgar object is made of lapis lazuli, meteorite, jasper iron, seven-color iron, hibiscus jade... too many messy materials, with various physical properties that cancel each other out.
Not only does it fail to blend together, but it also reduces the quality." Fuji shook his head repeatedly with a look of disgust on his face, "It's okay to be ugly, but you have to add all kinds of stuff, put on makeup and pretend to be beautiful, isn't that vulgar? Remember to wait.
Take a shower later, burn some incense, wash your hands, and wash away the smell of it, lest it touch the pure and pure me."
Zhikari really opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and turned around and walked out of the shop. He quietly conveyed the message to Mengmengda, but once it came to Fuji, his thoughts seemed to be cut off by the invisible sword energy, making it difficult to convey. On the corridor, the flesh wall of the giant loach couldn't help but squirm, sucking in the demon corpses on the ground one after another, leaving no trace of flesh and blood. From a distance, Zhikarizhen saw Li Zhu standing on several seriously injured demons who had fallen to the ground.
In front of me, I was silently lost in thought. A dozen demons were surrounding me, staring at the disabled demons with ulterior expressions. Taking advantage of the situation and taking advantage of the situation has always been a common method in the demon prison world.
Zhikarizhen walked straight to cabin No. 8, took out the crystal stone collected from the black-faced demon, and opened the cabin door.
"Your swordsmanship is pretty good, and you haven't disgraced me. However, to practice swordsmanship, in addition to studying sword skills, sword energy, sword power, sword intention, sword heart..., you also need to truly become familiar with the sword, feel the sword, and integrate into the sword.
Otherwise, the sword will always be just a foreign object to you. Once you leave the sword, you will be helpless and you will not be able to use any sword skills." Fuji seemed to be interested and continued eloquently, "Looking at you, you know that you didn't use your own hands.
I have forged swords, but I still don’t know much about swords.”
Zikari's heart moved. As a sword-type soul weapon, Fuji's attainments in swordsmanship can be imagined. If he can get its guidance, his swordsmanship will be further improved. However, each soul weapon has a weird personality. If he takes the initiative
If you ask for advice, you will be manipulated by it.
He pondered for a moment, curved the corners of his mouth slightly, and responded in a perfunctory tone: "That's what Mr. Fuji said." While looking left and right, he searched the room of the black-faced demon with all his strength, and quickly found about a hundred demons.
Yuan, put it into his arms with joy on his face.
Fuji's eyes trembled when he saw it, and his good words fell on deaf ears. He couldn't help shouting: "If you know the 'invisible and true swordsmanship', you can defeat that little witch with ease even if you don't have a sword in your hand!" p>
Zhikarizhen still seemed unconcerned and said casually: "There are so many sword techniques in the world, they are endless. It's not surprising that I don't know them well."
"I didn't expect you to be so ignorant and ignorant that you would compare the 'invisible and true swordsmanship' that is famous in the history of swordsmanship and shocked the past and present with those local chickens and dogs!" Fuji's handsome face turned green, and he stretched out his hand without hesitation.
The surrounding bright and dark light flows like water, and a bright sword light bursts out of the palm of your hand out of nowhere. The sword light gathers at high speed and condenses into substance. At first glance, it is no different from a real three-foot green sword.
"Look carefully!" Fuji snorted coldly, turning his wrist lightly, and the sword light in his palm shook into a dazzling sword flower.
This turn was done naturally and skillfully, showing an almost perfect movement trajectory. Zhi Shou could not help but be immersed in it, and his mind was captured for a moment. Everything he looked at and thought about was transformed by this sword flower.
Occupied by wonderful scenes.
There was a sharp and long "buzz" sound, and amid the trembling of the sword flowers, the sound of the sword was like an invisible sharp edge, going straight into Jikaruma's body and mind, causing him to become temporarily mentally stiff, making it difficult to move his hands and feet, as if he had been cut off abruptly.
The connection between one’s own thoughts and the physical body.
The sword flower pierced straight towards him, and the light that broke through the sky was so bright that it far exceeded Zhikarizhen's imagination. For a moment, his eyes were completely blank. Apart from the sword light that kept blooming, nothing else could be seen, as if everything in his field of vision was exploding.
A blazing sun.
The sword light touched Zhikarizhen's eyebrows. It seemed like nothing, but also like sharp ice edges, producing a strong stinging sensation.
Until this moment, what Zhikari Zhen saw and thought was still the sword light that was constantly shining, and it was difficult to regain his normal vision.
"What a sword!" He couldn't help but praise each other. From the starting position of Fuji's sword, to the vibrating sound of the sword light, and then to the sword thrust through the air, the three links were generated layer by layer, and they progressed step by step.
, and finally combined into a stunning and stunning blow.
The most mysterious thing is that Zhikari really learned from Mengmengda that the monkey spirit never saw a glimmer of sword light or heard any sound of swords. From Mengmengda's perspective, Fuji just waved his hand and supported him.
Karima stood there dumbfounded, looking like he was being controlled by others.
The sword light quickly dissipated into nothingness and never appeared again, making people even doubt whether Fuji had ever used this sword.
"I wonder which supreme swordsman created this 'Invisible True Swordsmanship'?" Shikari Makoto took a deep breath and asked with sincere admiration. If he continues to play tricks at this time,
To belittle this unparalleled swordsmanship is to insult your own swordsmanship.
Fuji coughed and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his hands: "This is what I created."
"Sir Captain——"
Outside the imperial envoy's cabin door, Li Zhu stood for a long time and then knocked on the door resolutely.
"Come in!"
Pan Zaiyi's eyes flashed, and he started to use the technique. Tiny black-gold scales appeared on his forehead, spreading down along the bridge of his nose until covering the corners of his lips. His ten nails also grew half a foot long, curved and sharp like claws, exuding a sinister glow.