Zhen Shuai stood by the pool, his face a little ugly. After his physical body was burned out, his strength returned to normal levels, and was much weaker.
On the opposite side, Mo Yuan and the swordsman stood tall, with a terrifying aura lingering around them.
"Boy, aren't you very crazy? You have the burning soul?"
Mo Yuan said coldly.
Commander Zhen didn't say anything. He turned to look at Qin Wudao in the pool and secretly made up his mind. The next breath, the surface of his soul also burst into flames.
Soul burning!
Mo Yuan's face froze, and he secretly cursed Zhen Shuai as crazy.
Even in the passage of time, the soul is the core of a living being. The body can be rebuilt if it is destroyed, but if the soul is gone, it is really gone.
Burning the soul is usually a way to die!
"come!"
Zhen Shuai was completely brave, his eyes were crazy, and he said hoarsely: "I have the guts to burn my soul, so if you have the guts, come here!"
Mo Yuan and the swordsman hesitated at this moment. After burning his soul, Commander Zhen's aura became more powerful and could already pose a fatal threat to them.
If it were a normal fight, they would have nothing to fear.
But in Zhen Shuai's current state, he obviously wants to die together, and they don't want to make fun of their own lives.
Anyway, Zhen Shuai's life has entered a countdown.
Why take the risk?
The two stood there, looking at Zhen Shuai quietly.
Zhen Shuai did not launch an attack. He sensed that his soul was getting weaker and couldn't help but smile to himself. He ate the flat peach and experienced the feeling of immortality. He did not expect that he would die in the blink of an eye.
Things are really unpredictable!
"Brother, you must avenge me!"
After a while, Zhen Shuai's soul was extremely thin, and even his consciousness was a little blurry. He looked at Qin Wudao who was still in seclusion and said secretly.
Next, he felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and double images appeared.
The colors of the surrounding world also became dim.
In the dark, he seemed to see a dark abyss, shrouding him with no end in sight, about to swallow his soul and take away all life.
But in the abyss, he saw another hand
"Fat man, leave it to me next!"
At this time, Qin Wudao's voice sounded and fell into Zhen Shuai's ears, and there was a gentle force that wiped away the flames in his soul.
Zhen Shuai opened his eyes with difficulty and found that Qin Wudao had a smile on his face after leaving the seclusion, and then passed out again.
Qin Wudao held Zhen Shuai's soul and was filled with emotion.
He didn't expect that this cheap guy he had only known for a few days would burn his soul for him.
"Fat man, big brother approves you!"
Qin Wudao whispered and gently put Zhen Shuai's soul into the pool.
At this time, there is still a shallow amount of innate energy in the pool, which can nourish Zhen Shuai's soul. Although it cannot complete the burning soul, it can ensure that no hidden dangers are left.
After finishing all this, Qin Wudao raised his head and looked at Mo Yuan and the swordsman.
Mo Yuan and the swordsman suddenly felt their hearts tightening, and the hairs all over their bodies stood up, as if they were being targeted by some terrifying entity.
"You... damn it!"
Qin Wudao said softly.
His voice was not loud, and there was no emotion at all, but it echoed in the hall, like thousands of thunders exploding, and endless evil winds raging.
Mo Yuan's face was solemn, his body swayed and he merged into the space between heaven and earth.
The swordsman did not dare to be careless. He pinched with his fingers and opened the sword box behind his back, flying out one sword after another, with different shapes and endless sharpness.
The Nine Swords of Burial!
A sacred object of the swordsmen of the Time Clan.
There are nine types of war swords, each representing a different power, which can greatly enhance one's own combat power.
All nine swords come out!
Enough to leapfrog and fight!
"out!"
With a thought in Qin Wudao's mind, the Xuanyuan Sword appeared in his hand. The golden light flashed, the imperial power was majestic, filling the eight wastelands and Liuhe, covering the ancient world.
Behind him, the void was shattered and reorganized.
Faintly, the shadow of a supreme and supreme Emperor of Heaven appeared, holding supreme authority and controlling countless majestic and vast worlds at his feet. It was extremely terrifying.
"This is."
The swordsman looked at Qin Wudao and his expression changed.
In Qin Wudao, he seemed to see a boundless universe, with the supreme emperor shaking the world, and three thousand gods standing tall, extremely majestic.
"The Burial Sword!"
The swordsman gritted his teeth and controlled nine swords at the same time, shining brightly and striking at Qin Wudao.
The force of the sharp edge swept across, directly turning all the void in the hall into nothingness.
"cut!"
Qin Wudao raised the Xuanyuan Sword and chopped it off casually.
boom!
The void shook.
A golden sword energy fell down, like a godless god flying across the sky, crushing all the nine swords coming towards him.
"What?"
The swordsman was shocked.
Scalp numbness.
He hurriedly cast his sword seal, trying to recall the Nine Swords, but in the next moment, his eyes bulged, and he was horrified to the extreme and unbelievable to the extreme.
Because he can no longer sense the Nine Swords of Burial!
"Mo Yuan, save me quickly!"
Before he could figure out the reason, the swordsman hurriedly shouted.
The void is silent.
No reply sounded.
But above Qin Wudao's head, there was a dagger cutting through the void, glowing with a faint blue light, and having extremely strong corrosive power that not even time, space and time could withstand.
Qin Wudao raised his eyebrows and slashed out with his sword again.
Clang!
The sound of metal colliding was heard.
The Xuanyuan Sword hit the dagger, cutting the dagger into pieces easily like cutting tofu.
When Mo Yuan, who was hiding in the dark, saw this, his eyelids twitched, and without any hesitation, he turned around and flew towards the distance, preparing to leave the place of right and wrong.
The dagger in his hand is a level nine immortal weapon.
Looking at the long river of time, it is also a rare weapon.
But facing the sword in Qin Wudao's hand, it was so fragile. One can imagine how terrifying Qin Wudao's strength with the sword must be.
Death upon contact!
Besides.
Without the dagger, his strength was severely weakened.
There's no use staying.
As for the swordsman, wish yourself good luck!
Anyway, their relationship is average and they have only met a few times.
"No!"
the other side.
A horrified voice sounded.
Facing the sword energy falling head-on, the swordsman had no power to fight back. He was hit directly and exploded into a ball of blood mist, killing his body and soul.
Mo Yuan, who had already fled to the entrance of the underground palace, felt his heart tremble. He couldn't help but be glad that he didn't stay, and he frantically used his divine power to speed up his escape.
"Want to escape?"
Qin Wudao turned his head and looked at the gate of the underground palace, his face was extremely cold, and his murderous intent was shaking.
The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand swung out again.
One sword opens the sky!
boom!
In an instant, Mo Yuan, who was about to escape from the underground palace, was hit by the sword energy, and his body exploded, leaving no trace of his body.
"You all should die too!"
After killing Mo Yuan and the swordsman, Qin Wudao's murderous intention in his heart dissipated a lot, but he was still extremely violent. He looked at the surrounding genius of the Suiu Clan and waved his sword continuously.
Every time the sword is struck, there will be another corpse on the ground.
at the same time.
Jing Yuan, who was fighting with the Peach Tree Spirit, saw Qin Wudao, and his face was extremely ugly. How did this guy's strength become so terrifying?