A violent wind suddenly rose in the cave. These violent winds were formed by the fusion of invisible sword energy and the power of space, and were extremely sharp.
"Blood Soul Suppressing Sword!"
"Bah!"
Nie Wushuang's eyes were cold and stern, and he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a stream of blood.
Whoosh!
The blood condensed but did not disperse, turning into three streaks of blood that pierced into the void.
Almost at the same time, a total of three small bloody swords appeared above the head of the shackled man.
These three small bloody swords almost blocked the man's three souls.
finally.
The sword-shaped shackles no longer trembled, and the cave returned to deathly silence.
Nie Wushuang said coldly: "Liu Bai, it's been ten years, do you still want to resist?"
The strange sound echoed in the cave.
The middle-aged man who was imprisoned high in the air slowly raised his head, revealing a determined face.
The middle-aged man has snow-white hair, clear facial features, and an elegant temperament. Even though he has been imprisoned for many years, he does not show any sign of desolation. Especially his bright eyes, which contain vicissitudes of life, and there is a hint of soaring aura in the deepest part of his eyes.
.
After seeing Nie Wushuang's appearance as a human and a ghost.
The middle-aged man suddenly laughed: "Nie Wushuang, your soul aura is seriously injured, and even the origin of swordsmanship has been contaminated by evil spirits. I am afraid that you will never reach the peak of swordsmanship in this life."
"court death!"
A cold light burst out from Nie Wushuang's eyes. He waved his sleeves and one of the Blood Soul Suppressing Swords above Liu Bai's head trembled and suddenly pierced into Liu Bai's Tianling Point.
The blood surged wildly, constantly absorbing Liu Bai's soul power.
But Liu Bai's face remained as usual, and there was even a hint of contempt in his eyes when he looked at Nie Wushuang.
Whoosh!
Nie Wushuang restrained his magical powers and said with a gloomy face: "This is the last chance I give you. Hand over the inheritance of the Imperial Sword and I will let you go."
"otherwise."
"Today I will completely refine you and make your soul fly away!"
boom!
A violent and murderous intention arose.
Nie Wushuang soared into the air, and as he roared, strands of strange bloody tentacles stretched out from his body, illuminating the dim cave slightly red.
"Liu Bai, don't test my patience anymore."
"Today is your last chance. If you still insist, then I can only refine you."
Nie Wushuang's eyes were stern.
Sword Prison Mountain is the most precious treasure of the Tianjian Sect. Even looking at the entire Kunlun Region, it is a unique ancient treasure. For sword cultivators like them, it is even more priceless.
It is said that after Lord Tianjian founded the Tianjian Sect, he felt an extremely terrifying aura of swordsmanship inside Sword Prison Mountain.
The inheritance of the Imperial Sword!
This inheritance has been acquired by Liu Bai!
Liu Bai smiled faintly and said, "Do you think I will hand over the inheritance of the Emperor Sword to you? Don't waste your efforts. Just use whatever means you have."
Nie Wushuang frowned.
Over the years, he has been slowly refining Liu Bai's natal soul through secret magic powers, just to surpass others and take possession of the Imperial Sword inheritance as his own.
But ten years have passed.
Nie Wushuang far underestimated the power of Liu Bai's soul. Under the nurture of the Imperial Sword inheritance, even if he was imprisoned and refined for ten years, Liu Bai could still keep his soul awake.
Although Nie Wushuang still has a last resort to forcibly destroy Liu Bai's Divine Treasure Sea of Consciousness, this method is very dangerous. If he is not careful, even the Emperor Sword inheritance will be re-sealed in Sword Prison Mountain.
"Liu Bai, do you know who is coming outside?" Nie Wushuang suddenly said.
Liu Bai looked at him calmly, unmoved at all.
Nie Wushuang said in a cold tone: "She is a woman of Western descent, with a gorgeous appearance. This should be the foreign woman you married overseas..."
Boom!
Before he finished speaking, Liu Bai's eyes burst out with overwhelming sword intent. The sword intent almost condensed into substance and chopped the void into pieces.
"Wow!"
The sword-shaped shackles that penetrated Liu Bai's body instantly tightened, but they were still rattled by Liu Bai's sword intent.
Agnes!
Why is she here?
Liu Bai's eyes sparkled, but deep in his pupils, there was a trace of longing and shame.
"In addition to the foreign woman, Zhou Zhuo is also here." Nie Wushuang said coldly: "They have a good trick. They colluded with Secular China to attack Tianjian Sect and forced me into Sword Prison Mountain."
"Liu Bai!"
"You hand over the inheritance of the Imperial Sword to me, and I will let you go, allowing you and your wife to reunite and live a happy family life."
"If not, then you and your wife will be separated by life and death."
Nie Wushuang walked through the air, and with every step he took, a terrifying blood energy burst out from his body.
to the back.
Sword-shaped inscriptions appeared all over Nie Wushuang's body. These inscriptions were bright red, just like blood, and looked extremely strange.
Behind him, the shadow of a bloody sword slowly condensed.
Blood Spirit Soul Suppressing Sword!
"Zheng!"
The sound of the sword sounded, and a fishy wind suddenly surged out of the cave. Even the sword-shaped shackles that bound Liu Bai suddenly turned blood red, and the blood glow inside was as strange as fresh blood.
This was Nie Wushuang's last resort.
After ten years of refining, the Blood Spirit Soul Suppressing Sword already contains Liu Bai's divine soul aura. Supplemented by the secret method, the sword soul of the Blood Spirit Soul Suppressing Sword can replace Liu Bai's divine soul, thereby transferring the inheritance of the Imperial Sword into it.
, in this way, Nie Wushuang can understand the supreme swordsmanship.
"There is no way I can hand over the Imperial Sword inheritance to you."
Liu Bai stared at Nie Wushuang and said indifferently: "Let's not talk about whether you are qualified to understand the Imperial Sword. Just based on the secrets contained in the Imperial Sword, you will never be able to obtain it."
Um?
Nie Wushuang's expression turned extremely ugly, but he was still shocked and asked: "What's the secret of the inheritance of the Imperial Sword?"
"You don't need to know this." Liu Bai raised his head and looked into the void, the shame in his expression getting stronger.
Even if he hands over the Emperor Sword, he might actually be able to meet Agnes.
but……
The secrets involved in the Imperial Sword are really too great.
"Agnes, I'm sorry..."
Liu Bai sighed inwardly.
But Nie Wushuang, who was rejected, looked completely crazy.
He had spent ten years on Liu Bai, and even cooperated with Zhao Wuwei, but still could not steal the Imperial Sword inheritance from Liu Bai's body.
Besides.
Nie Wushuang was seriously injured now, and Tang Xuantian was besieging him outside Sword Prison Mountain. Now there was only one road in front of him.
That is to completely refine Liu Bai, obtain the inheritance of the Emperor Sword, and then go into seclusion in Sword Prison Mountain to break through the cultivation level!
"In this case, Liu Bai, you deserve to die."
Nie Wushuang's eyes narrowed.
He no longer planned to hesitate any longer. Even if he did not obtain the inheritance of the Imperial Sword in the end, he could still recover from his injuries by refining Liu Bai.
"Zheng!"
The Blood Soul Suppressing Sword made a trembling sound.
The three small blood-colored swords hanging above Liu Bai's head burst out with a cold soul aura.
"Buzz buzz!"
All the sword-shaped shackles were tightened at the same time.
On the stone walls of the cave, blood-colored inscriptions lit up one after another, illuminating the dark cave into blood red, and the void made a trembling sound.