The knife came out and inserted into the ancient black mantis's big eye. A green light shot out from the eye, and the surging power directly flew the bird away.
The clothes were turned into powder in an instant, but the body was radiating platinum light, and the muscles were squirming, as if there was an inexplicable force emerging.
The well-proportioned body was as if it were forged with gold, and unparalleled strength erupted from the collision of muscles. Gu Que flew upside down in the air, his whole body tensed up, and he actually stopped.
Standing steadily in the air, the short knife in his hand was like blood. The eyes of the ancient black mantis were broken, and the big knife slashed randomly, cutting deep ravines in the earth.
It started to go crazy in pain, fear was spreading, the wind of knives was dense, crushing the heaven and earth, and Gu Que had no choice but to hide.
Han Qiu said in a deep voice: "Break its lower abdomen and save its life. I will take the knife from its arm!"
"As you command, eldest sister!"
Gu Que laughed loudly, and when he looked at the ancient black mantis, his expression became serious.
How can a god-level sinful beast be killed easily? Even if it is in severe pain and almost losing its mind, the knife net is so dense that it seems that water cannot penetrate it, so how can it be killed?
It’s just that everything has shortcomings, even if they are very subtle, they are there after all. The ancient black mantis is a natural hunter. He has a knife, which is sharp and fast, with quick reactions and amazing speed. He even knows the knife skills of his own tribe.
But it must have advantages and disadvantages.
There seemed to be light in Gu Que's eyes. He was not anxious, but carefully observed the movements of the ancient black mantis.
The more critical the moment, the more calm and collected you must be. This is a quality that a strong person must possess.
So he finally moved, his figure flashing like lightning, holding a short knife and fighting a few moves with the ancient black mantis in the air, but his body immediately burrowed into the earth again.
Han Qiu's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh.
But the ancient black mantis had already let out a shocking roar, and the two hard shells on its back opened into wings, and it immediately flew towards the sky.
Han Qiu had to sigh at the perfection of this life, which could still fly.
But the next moment, the earth collapsed, and a figure shot out like a black dragon. The short sword slashed out a terrifying light and slashed straight towards its abdomen.
At this moment, the short legs behind the ancient black mantis shrank back, completely covering its abdomen and blocking the sword light.
But Gu Que seemed to know it, and with a wave of his right hand, the short sword Weeping Blood came out of his hand, passed through an arc, and was directly embedded between the back and wings of the ancient black mantis!
It was protected by hard wings, but now it was exposed, and it was extremely soft. The blood-weeping knife was inserted, and the terrifying energy was exhaled, instantly destroying several major veins of the ancient black mantis.
The next moment, it let out a mournful cry, and its body fell heavily, creating a big crater.
Gu Que hung between heaven and earth, golden light bursting out from his whole body. With a wave of his right hand, the Weeping Blood Knife automatically returned to his hand.
Han Qiu finally stepped forward and said calmly: "It seems that after so many years of training, your fighting skills have indeed become very high. When two powerful forces are fighting and evenly matched, creative fighting skills are the key to determining the outcome.
The key.”
Gu Que nodded, looking at the ancient black mantis still struggling on the ground, he couldn't help but frown and said, "What are you going to do to keep it alive?"
Han Qiu said slowly: "The arm sword of the ancient black mantis is the hardest, most flexible, and sharpest natural sword in the world."
The sword of heaven is not refined by manpower, but is formed naturally, conforms to nature, and can blend with all things.
Han Qiu said: "Once it dies, its sword will lose its spirituality, so I asked you to keep it alive just to refine the sword."
"Knife refining? You want to use a knife?"
Han Qiu said with a smile: "No, you want to use the knife!"
She didn't wait for Gu Que's response, the divine silkworm yarn had already been sacrificed, turned into a white curtain, directly cut through the void, and cut off the two ten-foot-long arm knives of the ancient black mantis.
The ancient black mantis was in pain and screamed out in grief, the sound shaking the heaven and earth.
And Han Qiu's Divine Silkworm Spin actually chopped the two arm knives into a total of seventeen perfectly curved swords, each of which was ten feet long and emitted a sharp cold light.
Shencansha wrapped seventeen big knives, and there was a clanging sound inside, and the situation could no longer be seen clearly.
Gu Que frowned and couldn't help but said: "I already have the Weeping Blood Knife. I don't need so many knives anymore, right?"
Han Qiu said softly: "These seventeen black knives are my gift to you, will you accept them?"
How could Gu Que refuse? He nodded quickly and said: "Of course I will accept it."
Han Qiu looked at the shimmering divine silkworm yarn, his eyes moved, and finally said: "This is not a physical sword, but a soul sword."
"Soul Knife?"
Han Qiu nodded and said: "The soul knife is hard to find. Only the natural sword of the ancient black mantis can be refined. When the time comes, it will be integrated into your soul. If you refine it well, you can save your life at the critical moment."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help but say: "After all, the black and white double rings are external things, and they do not belong to you after all. They are things that cannot be absolutely controlled. You must not put any hope in them. On the road to becoming a strong man, any accident is enough to make you fall."
Gu Que's face darkened and he couldn't help but said: "What do you mean by this? Han Qiu, do you think you are going to die? Are you paving the way for me?"
Han Qiu did not answer him, but said expressionlessly: "The soul knife has a spirit. When the time comes, every knife can be your clone. When it reaches that level, it will be difficult to kill you."
At this point, she sighed again and said: "But the soul knife is difficult to make. It is not enough to polish it with divine silk yarn. It requires a kind of will to support it."
As he spoke, his little mouth opened slightly, and a drop of blood shot out, instantly turning into a huge blood ball and rushing into the divine silkworm yarn.
"No! Han Qiu doesn't want it!"
Gu Que's voice finally ended, and the blood rushed into the divine silkworm yarn. The sonorous sound inside was endless, and an evil and terrifying force unexpectedly erupted. The scarlet light spread, as if it could penetrate the divine silkworm yarn.
, black is intertwined with it, invisible edges are already sweeping across.
The knife is probably going to be finished!
Gu Que's face was gloomy, and he couldn't help but said coldly: "You, your immortal blood is your greatest support, and you just use it like this?"
Han Qiu said: "With this drop of immortal blood, the potential of the seventeen soul knives will be increased to the extreme. Gu Que, you must learn to cherish it. I am afraid this is the only thing I leave you."
"Confused!"
Gu Que took a few steps forward and said loudly: "You are confused! Why do you think you will die? Where is your confidence? Where is your arrogance?"
"Where is the Han Qiu who took the sword with his bare hands in the dark alley? Where is the Han Qiu who faced the emperor without changing his expression? Where is the Han Qiu who bravely broke into the zombie clan's holy land in the Death Mountain? Why are you here now?
It’s like this!”
"I tell you Han Qiu, whether you have immortal blood or not, whether you have a soul knife or not, you can't die if I don't let you die! Even if your cultivation is completely useless, you can't die.
You have to live for me!"
After he finished speaking, he gasped for air and stared at Han Qiu.
Han Qiu's face was expressionless.
His body seemed to be petrified, his muscles were tense, his face was stiff, and he looked at Shen Cansha without saying anything.
Gu Que said in a deep voice: "Don't run away. Look at me this time and ask, what is your disaster?"
Han Qiu waved his right hand, shooting out streaks of light, and the divine silkworm yarn rotated, tightly wrapping the seventeen soul knives. The sonorous sound inside was endless, and the fierce killing intent seemed to penetrate the divine silkworm yarn, and the surrounding people
The space began to vibrate.
The ancient black mantis screamed in sorrow, its voice became weaker and weaker, and its arm was cut off with a knife. It was only a thin line away from death.
Han Qiu did not dare to look at Gu Que, but said slowly: "Although there will be no life or death in this catastrophe, I will eventually have a way to deal with it, so you don't have to worry too much."
Gu Que looked at her and was silent for a long time before saying: "If you had a way to deal with it, you wouldn't have paved the way for me like this. The immortal blood is what you sacrificed your life to get back. You will never use it until the last moment.
."
Han Qiu's figure trembled, and he gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted loudly. All the energy in his body surged out like a tide, and his whole body suddenly became transparent.
Gu Que could clearly see her bones, her blood vessels and meridians, and her internal organs.
What kind of skill did Han Qiu practice? Is it so magical?
The next moment, Han Qiu's momentum reached its peak, and his pupils suddenly changed.
The clear eyes emit bright blue light, and there seems to be a world contained in them, reflecting the changes of the human world in the past, present and future for countless years, and the rhythm of the stars in the universe, heavens and realms.
Gu Que has known her for so many years, but he has never seen her operate the Eye of Deception to such an extent.
Two rays of bright blue light were seen in her pupils, like the Milky Way, piercing through the divine silk yarn and staining the seventeen soul knives.
"When the sword is made, it will see the light of the sky, and the soul will become a spirit!"
Han Qiu shouted sharply, and suddenly removed the silkworm yarn, and an indescribable mighty pressure swept out, which was an extremely powerful invisible sword light!
Gu Que looked forward in shock and saw a total of seventeen soul knives hanging in the sky. Each one was only three feet long, with an extremely perfect arc. The smooth blade emitted a cold light, and even before it was touched, he could feel the cold light on his skin.
It's cold and seems to crack.
The Soul Knife was originally extremely dark, but it was fused with immortal blood, and the darkness was tinged with crimson, making it look bloodthirsty and monstrous.
Under the blue light of the Desolation Eye, it began to turn blue and purple again, forming an indescribable color.
Han Qiu said: "Don't hesitate, sacrifice the soul's blood and use the soul-collecting knife!"
Gu Que took a deep breath, took a step forward, his forehead suddenly split, and a drop of extremely rich soul blood seeped out, instantly heading towards the seventeen soul knives.
The next moment, the seventeen soul knives suddenly broke free from Han Qiu's restraints, turned around and ran away.
Han Qiu smiled instead of being angry and said loudly: "The Heavenly Sword has become a spirit. Use the power of your soul to conquer it. Don't let go of any of it!"
Gu Que's pupils showed two terrifying black lights, he shouted loudly, and his soul power moved to the extreme, wrapping up the entire venue. The pressure swept out, and the seventeen soul knives were unable to escape, and they turned directly towards Gu Que
Come back to kill.
The power emitted by each soul knife made his heart palpitate, let alone seventeen of them roaring at the same time?
Almost instantly, large openings were torn apart in the space, but Gu Que was not afraid and took one step forward. Seventeen soul knives immediately penetrated his body and took him flying hundreds of feet away.
Han Qiu's expression changed, and when he was about to speak, he heard a hearty laugh from a hundred feet away.
Along with laughter, a majestic figure rose from the ground, his body was pierced by seventeen strange soul knives, emitting a strange purple-black light.
Gu Que laughed and said: "Okay! What a seventeen soul knife, it can actually penetrate my body! What a knife!"
Han Qiu couldn't help laughing and said softly: "But your soul power is more powerful than your body!"
"That's right! Everyone knows that my body is strong, but they don't know that my soul is strong."
As Gu Que spoke, he couldn't help shouting loudly, his muscles squirmed, and he squeezed out all seventeen soul knives. Then he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the seventeen soul knives in one gulp.
The sonorous sound in the body was endless, Gu Que sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body was full of energy, he closed his eyes and melted the knife.
Han Qiu looked at him and said softly: "A hundred times of body fragmentation and a hundred times of death have raised your already good state of mind and soul power to a terrifying level."
"Now that your body is indestructible and indestructible, your soul power is invincible, and with the Weeping Blood Knife in hand, you are invincible among your peers. With these seventeen soul knives, it will be difficult for anyone to kill you."
“It’s not easy anymore”
Speaking of this, Han Qiu's eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of dead gray, as if there was no trace of life left.
And finally, the earth trembled, the trees were broken into pieces, roars could be heard endlessly, and countless ancient black mantises were already rushing towards them crazily.
The screams of their companions finally summoned them!
(The next chapter will be released before 1 o'clock, and the last chapter will be released before 3 o'clock. During the plot turning point, 10,000 words a day is very difficult, so please forgive me.)