Chapter 610: The road is one meter taller

The blade is slender, about three feet in size, and is pitch black all over. It is tightly held in the palm of the hand by the man in black. The blade emits endless terrifying resentment and demonic energy, making all the vitality in the entire valley covered in.

If someone is outside the valley, he will definitely be able to sense that within a radius of ten miles, they are all shrouded by the same breath. Under this, as long as the monsters and beasts living here have not reached the ninth level of cultivation, they will all fall into the ground in pain as if they have suffered a heavy blow. If they continue, they will not last long.

The magic sword is worthy of being a magic sword. The aura emitted by the sage alone causes such a large shock to those below the saint level, and its power can be seen.

Chen Ziyan's body was trembling slowly, not afraid, but from the moment the so-called magic sword formed in the mouth of the man in black, an invisible wave ignored the original flame outside his body, penetrated directly and strongly, quickly came to the sea of ​​thought, and actually attacked the soul directly.

Only now did Chen Ziyan realize why the Demon Prison Sect risked to offend everyone in the world, causing the aggravation of the heavens and people, and also collecting souls and refining them. It turned out that it was to refine the magic sword.

This magic sword is not domineering, but it directly attacks the souls of other people. Every person or other creature has a soul. The size of the soul depends on innate and acquired cultivation.

However, no matter how powerful the soul is, the world of Sihai is always the weakest place. The soul lives here and has a personal defense. There will be no accident on weekdays.

Now, the power of this magic sword ignores all the defenses of the human body and forcibly enters the Sihai world and faces the soul head-on. Even if the power of the soul is strong, such as Wangyue, Yiluo, Xuandan, and Chen Ziyan himself, on the one hand, he has to be distracted to resist the impact of the magic sword on the soul, and on the other hand, he has to deal with the attacks of the man in black. With his strength, he can play 50% of his strength, which is already considered good.

In this way, if a peak-level master such as Jian Chi faces the man in black at this moment, let alone win, there are only half and half of the chances of escape.

If the old demon Wuyang has the Demon Sword, then, with his strength at the level of the Saint or above, it will be really difficult to find a even opponent on Wuxing Continent, unless he reaches the supreme realm where countless people have to kneel down!

He looked at the man in black with a serious expression. The latter was extremely ferocious at this moment, and a crazy laugh seemed to indicate that he would slash the sky. The magic knife in his hand seemed to feel the madness of his master. At this moment, he was constantly shaking vigorously.

Now the man in black has not yet attacked. With the reaction of the magic sword itself, Chen Ziyan has been very suppressed. Once he faces it head-on, it is hard to imagine that there is a second way to go besides death.

Seeing Chen Ziyan's changing face, the man in black laughed: "Chen Ziyan, even if you swallow the fire spirit now, you must have felt the power of the magic sword. Do you think you can escape my pursuit?"

After staring for a long time, Chen Ziyan suddenly smiled and said, "You don't have to be so happy too early. If what I expected is, the so-called magic sword is not a real success, right?"

Hearing this, the man in black changed his face, but it was extremely ferocious: "If you hadn't come over and destroyed the cauldron, the fire spirit that forced him to continue to be refined, the magic sword had already been formed, so Chen Ziyan, you should die!"

"You're too naive to kill me just by just a bad magic knife, right?" Chen Ziyan smiled faintly, with a very disdainful expression.

With the magic knife in hand, the man in black seemed to have the power to destroy the people. He listened to his opponent's sneer, and he never got angry at all. All he had was the murderous intent that soared into the sky. "Even if he didn't have great success, Chen Ziyan would be more than enough to kill you."

If it were great success, Chen Ziyan's state of devouring the fire spirit at this moment might not be able to escape from the sky. However, although a inferior magic sword has great suppression on the soul, how could fighting souls be useless?

In the world of Sihai, Fighting Soul sat cross-legged, his hands were placed in front of him, and slowly formed magic seals. Purple flowing lights were like the Milky Way in the void, instantly spreading the entire world of Sihai.

Under the reflection of this light, the invisible impact that forced invaded suddenly no longer made Chen Ziyan feel suppressed. In the sense, the purple light was filled with a powerful aura of extinction, forcing the invisible attack to nowhere to hide.

In the air, purple light shrouded down fiercely, compressing the attack in the magic sword to the extreme with the momentum of destroying the dead and sensing it again. This impact could no longer cause any damage to Chen Ziyan.

The fighting soul, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, slapped with both hands, turned into two huge palms, and rushed towards the magic knife that was forced to escape, rushing like lightning.

"Fighting soul, just suppress it, don't destroy it first." Chen Ziyan's voice suddenly resounded in the world of Sihai.

"Huh?" Dou Hun was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized it, and said with a strange smile: "Hehe, I now find that the opponents you are against me are indeed not good."

Chen Ziyan is now devouring the fire spirit, but he cannot fight the man in black. The latter has a magic knife in his hand and looks down on the world. He will not take himself seriously. Then he can delay some time. If he can face the man in black head-on after the fire spirit is swallowed, there will be a great chance of fighting or escaping.

If the man in black discovered that the powerful suppression of the magic sword on the soul did not work on Chen Ziyan, the former would be extremely careful and might launch an attack immediately. In this way, the fire spirit could not be swallowed, and it would be difficult for even life to be saved.

Chen Ziyan didn't think that the magic sword had no other use except for the impact on the soul.

The sword that combines the souls of countless people and is refined with fire spirits. It took countless years to succeed. It is known as the magic sword, and its powerful power has such obvious weaknesses?

Even if it is just a bad product, Chen Ziyan will not be restrained if he has a fighting soul. Peak masters such as Jian Chi may not be suppressed to less than 50%. However, with the strength of Wuyang Old Demon, as long as he can suppress Jian Chi and others, it is enough that this old devil will fight against two, or even face three Jian Chi Chi, there will be no big problem.

So, today it is for yourself or others, the magic sword must not allow it to exist in the world.

Seeing that Chen Ziyan's face gradually became pale, but he still did not give up the act of devouring the Fire Spirit. The black man's face turned from ferocious to cold. "Everyone is going to die, and he is still thinking about the benefits brought by the Fire Spirit. Chen Ziyan, you are really a little stupid today!"

"Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Did you delay time?" The man in black suddenly smiled. If he couldn't even see this, then it would be a lucky thing to have today's strength.

Chen Ziyan smiled undeniably, but did not deny it, and said lightly: "It's delaying time, but I think you should have the ambition to fight against the masters of the world at this moment, so I think, do you dare to bet with me once?"

"Hehe!" The man in black smiled strangely, and the magic knife in his hand gently slashed in the void, bringing out many dark cracks, saying, "As you said, even if the magic knife is a inferior product, with my strength, everyone in the world dares to fight. Therefore, I don't need to be afraid of you, say, what are you betting on?"

"Just bet I can leave here alive in a quarter of an hour. What about you waiting for this time?"

"Oh, it seems that it will not be of any benefit to me?"

Chen Ziyan smiled and said, "Since there is a bet, it will naturally not be without benefits. If you take action after a quarter of an hour, I still cannot escape, then in this life, I will belong to your name. With my strength and potential, it should be worth your bet!"

"You are very confident!" The man in black snorted coldly. Indeed, Chen Ziyan is worthy of all the forces in the mainland. Although the man in black is very famous, he cannot ignore this person. If he can take it for himself, he will be able to compare the power of a magic knife in the near future. Therefore, even if he sees the latter so confident, the man in black can't help but feel a little moved.

"I have always been so confident, so, do you dare?"

"Why am I afraid of you?" The man in black said with a straight face and said sternly: "Just wait for you for a quarter of an hour. I want to see what you rely on to have such great confidence? Before betting, I would like to advise you that although the magic sword is made of fire spirit and is gathered by souls, don't think that it will be afraid of fire. If your reliance is based on fire spirit, then I have to say that you have to serve us in this life."

"This doesn't need your reminder." Chen Ziyan smiled indifferently, and a trace of splendor flashed through his eyes. All he wanted was time, and there was no need to think about so much else.

The man in black saw that he was convinced and sat cross-legged on the ground. Chen Ziyan's left palm suddenly reached into the fire spirit a little again.

At this time, if you didn’t look carefully, it would be difficult to find that the blood-red light was a little brighter, and Chen Ziyan’s left hand began to tremble slightly.

Looking at his left hand, Chen Ziyan sighed softly in his heart. Now it seems that it may not take a quarter of an hour.

The Soul Moon Valley is extremely quiet at this moment. The fire spirit no longer has the strength to struggle or scream. Therefore, in the entire valley, except for the occasional roar of the magic knife, there is no longer any movement.

Soon, there was not much left in a quarter of an hour. On the opposite side, the man in black slowly stood up, stretched his arm forward, and pointed the magic knife at Chen Ziyan from afar. Sen sneered: "It seems that your ending is decided!"

"That may not be!"

Chen Ziyan's left hand suddenly trembled vigorously. In an instant, the blood-red light rose loudly, and the scorching light shone like the scorching sun in the sky, making people unable to look directly at it.

When the man in black eyes adapted to the light, he saw and sensed that there was no breath of fire spirit in this valley.

"Chen Ziyan, you are indeed extraordinary. You can even swallow the fire spirit?"

With a faint smile, Chen Ziyan pointed his left hand at the opposite side, and suddenly shouted coldly: "You are still one foot taller, I am always one foot taller!"
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