The golden sword stabbed into the sky, and a fierce sword intent rose into the sky, intending to pierce the nine-layered palace and cut off the heavenly palace.
"What a strong sword spirit!"
Ying Yue's pupils shrank, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
Sword intention is the artistic conception of the sword that can be inspired by the power of heaven and earth after a swordsman has practiced to a certain level.
This is the power of the sword and the power of heaven and earth.
It can be said that the sword intention has transcended ordinary physical and energy attacks, and has touched the level of rules. The power is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary attacks.
"I understand, the innate sword bones mentioned by Yagyu Matan are not empty. Well, to be precise, they should be innate sword spirit bodies!"
Ying Yue's eyes flashed, and he carefully looked at Miyamoto Mito's body, secretly surprised in his heart.
He had encountered natural spirits before, such as the five Vajra Calabash Brothers, who were born with five elements of spirit.
The Miyamoto Mito in front of him turned out to be an even rarer natural sword spirit.
Although both are born spiritual bodies, there is a huge difference in the purity of the spiritual bodies.
The spiritual body purity index of the five Vajra Calabash brothers is about 60, while Miyamoto Mito definitely reached an astonishing 90 or more.
The purity level of a single round is only a fraction of that of Ying Yue's Ten Thousand Trees Evergreen Spirit Body.
"No wonder my cultivation of swordsmanship has reached such a high level at such a young age. It turns out it's because I was born with a sword spirit body!"
Ying Yue was very emotional, and then changed the topic: "It's just that this girl doesn't have the corresponding cultivation techniques, and with her current weak body, she will definitely not be able to exert much power of her natural sword spirit body.
If you forcefully use your sword intention, it may damage your bones at least, or... your body and soul will disappear!"
The Miyamoto Mito in front of him is like a wooden barrel filled with nuclear fuel. When the nuclear fusion reaction does not occur, the barrel is fine.
However, once the nuclear fuel is ignited, the barrel will inevitably be destroyed.
Miyamoto Mito's body is too weak!
She is so weak that she cannot support her to use the sword!
"If you can meet me, you have gone far!"
The golden long sword stood proudly high in the sky, with golden wires flashing around it, releasing thousands of rays of light, illuminating the entire mountain top like a small sun.
The sword intent soared into the sky.
All the martial arts people on the mountain were shocked to find that their swords were strangely unsheathed, and then all fell to the ground. The sword tips were pointed towards the top of the mountain, and they buzzed and trembled.
Just like the people worshiping the emperor, they prostrate themselves to the ground!
"Sword... sword intention? This is sword intention!!"
Yagyu Madan and Kamizumi Denki all looked at Miyamoto Emon, with excitement on their faces: "Miyamoto, Mito is... showing his sword intention!"
Miyamoto Mito clenched his fists, veins popped out on his forehead, his eyes were full of sadness, and he murmured in a low voice: "Mito, nothing will happen to you, nothing will happen to you..."
"I never imagined that I could see such a powerful sword in my lifetime. I have no regrets in this life!"
"The theory of sword intent is illusory. I thought it was just a legend. I didn't expect to see a little girl displaying sword intent today!"
"If you hear the truth in the morning, you may die in the evening..."
The golden long sword on the top of the mountain became more and more dazzling and condensed. Finally, when it stopped changing, it stood still in mid-air.
"This is my strongest method, you... wish yourself well!"
Miyamoto Mito's cold voice mixed with pain came from the air, which showed that it was not that easy to use the sword.
"Man and sword unite!"
The next second, the golden sword changed its direction, pointing straight at Ying Yue, and disappeared silently.
"call out--"
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Ying Yue, and then before Ying Yue could react, he stabbed Ying Yue hard into the chest.
"Pfft——"
The golden sword entered the body, and then with an indomitable momentum, it penetrated Ying Yue's chest and flew out from behind.
Immediately, the golden sword turned into dots of golden light and disappeared without a trace, revealing the figure of Miyamoto Mito. She staggered a few steps, suddenly fell to her knees on the ground, opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which happened to be sprayed on the snowman.
Dots of blood red stained the top of the snowman's head, like plum blossoms blooming in the twelfth lunar month of winter, extremely charming.
"I...I succeeded!"
Miyamoto Mito's face was pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He struggled to stand up, without looking at Ying Yue behind him, and murmured in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. In order to help my father, even if I die, I am willing to..."
She knew the power of that sword very well, and when she used her sword intention to combine the human and the sword, she was not only as fast as lightning, but also indestructible.
Nothing can resist it!
Neither can Ying Yue.
So, he was pierced through the chest.
In other words, Yingyue lost!
Miyamoto Mito was sure of this, but what she never expected was that at this moment, a slightly frivolous voice came from behind her.
"Isn't it too early to say sorry now?"
The voice was very calm, but when she heard it in Miyamoto Mito's ears, it made her feel like she was struck by lightning. Her face instantly turned pale, and she couldn't believe her ears.
Turning around with difficulty, he saw Ying Yue standing behind him, with a smile on his lips, almost no different from before.
"How...how could you? How is this possible?"
Miyamoto Mito breathed rapidly and couldn't help but cough violently twice. The blood on the corner of his mouth became thicker: "I obviously hit you, you were obviously pierced by me, why... why are you fine?"
"Little girl, I admit that your sword intention is very powerful and indestructible. Even with the strength of my spirit body, I will still be injured if I am hit!"
Ying Yue first sighed in admiration, then shook his head and smiled: "But the premise is that you must be able to hit me!"
"Impossible! My sword intention has already transcended speed and reached the level of teleportation. There is no way you can dodge it!"
Miyamoto Mito's face turned pale and he argued vehemently.
"Although the sword's intention is strong, the process from when it is thrust out to when it hits me is extremely short, but it does take time, and this time is enough for me to avoid it!"
Ying Yue put his hands behind his back, looked at the top of the mountain and the grass and plants on the entire mountain, and said quietly: "Although your natural sword spirit body attacks fiercely, my evergreen spirit body is even better!"
The evergreen spirit body of ten thousand trees controls ten thousand trees as slaves.
As long as Yingyue is willing, he can switch to any vegetation and plants within a radius of more than ten kilometers.
And all it takes is a thought!
Although the combination of human and sword is fast, can it be faster than the sword's intention?
Obviously impossible!
"No! This is impossible! I don't believe it. I promised my father that I would defeat you and let you leave my country!"
Miyamoto Mito kept shaking her head, and a determined look appeared on her face again: "No matter what, I can't break my promise, I can't let my father down, never!"
As she whispered, more intense golden threads were stimulated from her body, and Miyamoto Mito actually wanted to use his sword to attack again.
When Ying Yue saw this, he couldn't help but shook his head: "Now you are my maid, life and death are not up to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he teleported to Miyamoto Mito, flexed his fingers, and the golden light instantly converged. Miyamoto Mito rolled his eyes and shrank instantly.
Yingyue knew very well that with Miyamoto Mito's body, he would definitely die if he used his sword to attack again.
