"Don't overestimate your own abilities!" Yafeng stood proudly, and slashed out with another sword.
"Boom!" The invisible sword beams collided, and with a loud noise, the boy flew out again.
"What's going on? How could the sword spirit of the magic sword be so strong?" Looking at this scene blankly, Gongye Ruoyun finally couldn't help but say.
"Isn't her long sword a magic sword, but also a fairy sword?" Gongye Mingzhi looked at the long sword in Gu Qingxi's hand and said with a bit of awe and regret in his eyes.
Fairy sword, in the history of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years in the cultivation world, only their ancestor Gongye Li had refined a fairy sword.
If Gu Qingxi can also refine a fairy sword, then how strong is her weapon refining technique?
The key is that she is still so young. With such a talent for weapon, I believe she will be able to enter the Dao with weapons like that senior master, and become a strong person in the Mahayana realm, which is also the strongest person in the cultivation world.
Thinking of his previous suspicion and offense to Gu Qingxi, Gongye Mingzhi's lips trembled with fear.
"No, it is a magic sword." Chi Wanqiu said with certainty. She was also born in a family of weapons, but she was much stronger than Gongye Mingzhi in terms of qualifications, strength, and eyesight.
"Since it is a magic sword, how can it be so strong?" Hearing her say this, Gongye Mingzhi was slightly relieved, and asked in confusion.
"It should be because of Qingxi herself, but I can't figure out what's going on." Chi Wanqiu guessed, with doubts in his eyes.
Hearing their words, Gu Qingxi's mouth once again showed a meaningful smile.
Chi Wanqiu guessed that the reason why Yafeng showed such a strong fighting power was indeed because of her, or more accurately, because of her two Yuanshen.
Strictly speaking, Yafeng's sword spirit power is actually not weaker than Jiuli Sword Spirit. After all, it was one of the strongest magic swords in the three continents in the past. His spiritual power is so strong that it is simply beyond the imagination of outsiders.
Compared with the Nine-Leaving Sword Spirit, his biggest weakness is that he can only stay in the sword body or attach himself to the sword master. Once he leaves, his strength will be greatly reduced.
The only way to keep the sword spirit of the divine sword after leaving the sword body is for the sword master to integrate his soul into the sword spirit. Because the contract between the divine sword and the sword master is based on the soul imprint, the sword spirit at this time is no different from being attached to the sword master.
However, once the soul leaves the body, the sword master himself will lose all his mind and be in a daze like a walking corpse. If it takes a long time, or if the soul is injured, it may never return. In this way, the sword master himself will fall into a deep sleep and never wake up.
For this reason, no one in the cultivation world has ever dared to take this risk. Over time, people have even forgotten this method, and even the descendants of the weapon family such as Chi Wanqiu and Gongye Mingzhi have never heard of it.
However, Gu Qingxi was not worried at all. She had two golden cores and two souls. Separating one of them would have no effect on her, and there was no problem that the soul could not return to the body for too long. With the guidance of the soul in her body, no matter how long the other soul left or how far it went, it could return at any time.
As for the soul being injured, she didn't have to worry about it at all - she had absolute confidence in Yafeng's strength.
Yafeng did not disappoint her. He chopped the Nine Li Sword Spirit away with his sword again. Before the shadow completely stopped, he rushed up with murderous intent.
"You dare to call me trash, you little bastard are trash. Your father is trash, your mother is trash, and your whole family of ancestors are all trash." It can be seen that Yafeng was really ruined by the Nine Li Sword Spirit. While rushing, he was cursing.
"..." Gu Qingxi wanted to remind him: That is a sword spirit, it has no father or mother, let alone a whole family of ancestors.
The only person who will be blamed for your scolding is the ancestor of the Gongye clan who refined the Jiuli Mingxu Sword.
Sure enough, hearing Yafeng's scolding, Chi Wanqiu and Gongye Mingzhi beside him were all in a state of dismay.
The Jiuli Sword Spirit was completely stunned by the two sword strikes from Yafeng. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out how a sword spirit could still be so powerful after leaving the sword body. It
must be an illusion. Saonian shook his head vigorously, trying to tell himself that it was all an illusion.
Unfortunately, the facts proved that it was not an illusion.
In just a blink of an eye, Yafeng rushed in front of him, cursing and swung another sword.
Saonian just symbolically resisted for a while, and then flew out again.
He was going crazy, the Jiuli Sword Spirit was going crazy.
Although many people thought that the Jiuli Mingxu Sword had never appeared in front of the world after it was refined, it was not the case.
When those strong men led their men to kill him, he actually showed the power of the immortal sword.
Since those strong men dared to attack Gongye Li, they naturally had the confidence. In addition to their cultivation reaching Mahayana or above, the long swords they used were all divine swords, and some even took out divine weapon-level offensive and defensive magic weapons.
But even if several of them joined forces, all kinds of divine swords and divine weapons would come at him, but they could not hurt him at all. If it weren't for Gongye Li's own poor strength, he might have been able to kill the invading enemy with just this immortal sword.
Back then, he was so high-spirited and majestic.
But today, facing a mere divine sword spirit, he was completely powerless to fight back, and was chopped away again and again by others.
In grief and anger, the unruly face of the young man began to twist and deform.
But unfortunately, this time he didn't even have the chance to go crazy. He chopped him away again, and Yafeng didn't stop, chasing him closely, slashing his body and face with sword after sword.
Next, a figure that was still a bit childish was chopped into pieces by another figure that was tall and straight, and couldn't even stop.
"Ah..." A shrill scream finally sounded.
Sure enough, spirits also feel pain. Because they are both spirits, Yafeng's long sword fell on him, which was even more painful than a monk slashing another monk.
The worst thing is that the monk will become numb or faint in pain, or be killed by the opponent with a few swords. But spirits are different. Unless the last bit of spiritual power is exhausted, they will neither become numb nor faint, and will not be easily killed.
The Jiuli Sword Spirit could only scream helplessly and roll in the air. On that face that was twisted even more by pain, there was no trace of rebelliousness.
Looking closely, there was a hazy tear in the illusory eyes. He
was beaten to tears. The dignified sword spirit of the immortal sword was actually beaten to tears. Chi Wanqiu and others felt sad when they saw it.
"You dare to say I'm trash? Now you know who is trash. Aren't you very powerful and arrogant? Come on, fight with me." Yafeng showed no mercy. He shouted and cursed loudly, and the sword in his hand fell down mercilessly like fallen leaves in a gust of wind, a few points faster and more fiercely than before.
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