A certain sword soul's infinite journey

"No!"

"it is good!"

Fu Rong snorted coldly, and swiped the sharp blade in her hand

After all, he still didn't swing the knife. Ma Xianhong grabbed her wrist and shook his head slightly.

"I said, I don't want to hurt him, your sword energy is too dangerous, so... let me do it."

As he spoke, he raised his hands lightly, and the red bead strings tied on his wrists suddenly glowed red, and flashing red threads spread out from the bracelets, quickly spreading all over his body, The main meridians are outlined in red lines.

Then, a black qi membrane gushed out from the red line, filling the gap between the red lines, and covered Ma Xianhong's body surface in the blink of an eye, and a faint black air permeated his body surface.

Ma Xianhong raised his head. He was dressed in white loose clothes without any wind. His exposed arms and calves were covered with black and red lined qi membranes, and a bright red light was shining from the red line.

what is this? !!

Zhang Chulan's eyes widened, looking at the scene in front of him in shock.

It's not that he hasn't seen a magic weapon for protection before, but this is indeed the first time he's seen such a high-end product!

"I'll say it one last time, get out of the way..." Ma Xianhong said coldly.

Zhang Chulan swallowed, but still shook her head firmly with eyes full.

Ma Xianhong sighed, then his expression turned cold, and his figure instantly crossed the distance between the two.

So fast!

Zhang Chulan's pupils shrank, and before he had time to react, Ma Xianhong pinched his chin and lifted him up.

Looking at Zhang Chulan's face, Ma Xianhong showed a trace of complexity.

He said, "Zhang..."

"咚咚-"

As soon as he opened his mouth, two crisp metal clashes suddenly sounded, interrupting his words, and a slightly frivolous voice was heard by everyone.

"Yo, this stove seems to be of good quality."

"Who?"

Fu Rong, who was beside Ma Xianhong, turned around suddenly, holding a sharp knife in both hands and looking behind vigilantly.

I saw a man in gray clothes appearing on the brass stove the size of a house at some point.

The man is tall and straight, with handsome and evil features. The gray T-shirt on the upper body is supported by tight muscles. His left hand is casually inserted into the loose trouser pocket, and a black Tang knife with a sheath is held in his right hand, and he gently presses against it. on the stove.

Ma Xianhong immediately let go of his five fingers and put Zhang Chulan down.

He turned around, frowned and looked at the man in gray on the stove.

"...Who are you? You can escape my perception."

The man in gray smiled when he heard the words, but did not answer Ma Xianhong's words.

He raised his right hand lightly, and pointed at the black and red lined qi membrane on Ma Xianhong's body with the sheathed Tang knife.

"Is this the magic weapon you practiced?"

After finishing speaking, the gray-clothed man knocked on the stove under his feet again, and asked self-consciously.

"This one too?"

"So what?"

Ma Xianhong frowned.

"That's great!" The gray-clothed man clapped his hands happily, and a happy smile appeared on Junyi's face, "It looks like this magic trick is stronger than I imagined."

Everything is going according to plan... Next is Brother Lin's special session!

Zhang Chulan blinked her eyes twice, and quietly took two steps back.

Ma Xianhong narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of danger in his black pupils.

"You want my magic trick?"

"That's right." Lin Yi, who was dressed in gray, nodded calmly, "Will you give it?"

"……baffling!"

Ma Xianhong snorted coldly, then turned around, walked around Zhang Chulan and walked outside.

"Fu Rong, get rid of this bastard!"

"understand!"

Fu Rong, who had been suffocated for a long time, jumped forward without hesitation, brandishing her two knives, and jumped towards Hui Linyi—after all, she was somewhat sensible, knowing how important this stove was to Ma Xianhong.

Ma Xianhong on the side seemed to be walking out indifferently, but his body was already tense.

He just deliberately pretended not to care about the stove, hoping that this gray-clothed man who appeared out of nowhere could quickly leave that place and fight with him farther away.

At this time, the man in gray laughed loudly, the sound came from far to near, as if he jumped off the stove.

Ma Xianhong immediately turned around, and was stunned to see a black Tang knife suddenly unsheathed in the night sky, a cold light flashed across the clear blade, and with a strange flowing force, it came towards Fu Rong like a stream of water .

[Li·Ghost Sword Art·Tachi Style]!

Chi Chi

The sound of shredded metal tearing came from the point where the blades met. Fu Rong turned pale with fright, ignoring the stove behind Lin Yi, and melted the qi from her whole body into the blade.

唰

The white qi condensed from Fu Rong's blade, turning into two qi blades, bypassing the Tang knife, and shooting towards Lin Yi.

The gray-clothed man raised his brows, bursting out with strength, the blade shook and lifted, and several streams of force flowed from the blade like water, tearing the two sharp qi blades apart.

Fu Rong also used the strength of the gray-clothed man to defuse the qi blade to open the distance with a somersault.

"My knife!"

Fu Rong looked at the clear cut on the blade with distressed expression.

That force just now... What kind of method is it?

Lin Yi landed lightly on the ground, dancing with the Tang knife in his hand, and looked at Fu Rong with interest.

"Knife gas?"

"It's sword energy!"

Fu Rong retorted loudly, raised her head and glared at Lin Yi.

"..." Lin Yi looked at her speechlessly, "I'm obviously holding two pig-killing knives, but I'm ashamed to say that I wield it with sword energy——Sister, don't insult sword energy, okay?"

Fu Rong's eyes widened in disbelief when she heard this, and then she yelled angrily.

"Open your dog eyes and take a good look! Who is the eldest sister?!"

Before she finished speaking, Fu Rong turned her body and turned her hips. As she turned around, the two knives in her hands drew two horizontal arcs from the air.

刹

The qi blade separated from the blade like two sharp beams, and slashed through the air with a whistling sound.

"Fu Rong!"

Ma Xianhong couldn't help but yelled, and Fu Rong also recovered from his anger, staring at the two horizontal slashing sword qi slashed with anger, and couldn't help but yelled in his heart that something was wrong.

It's over! It's over!

This time, the leader's stove must be split open!

At this moment, a bit of cyan-blue brilliance suddenly appeared from the white light, and then became deeper and more slender...

"Crack-"

In the astonished eyes of Ma Xianhong and Fu Rong, the two bright horses shattered like fragile glass in an instant. house behind.

"Bam—"

All of a sudden, the walls collapsed, the stones and tiles were overturned, and huge smoke and dust exploded from the house.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, Lin Yi's figure stepped out from the shattered white sword energy. The original black Tang sword had disappeared, replaced by a Tang sword with a white hilt.

"see it?"

Lin Yi's calm voice echoed around.

"This is called sword energy."

Chapter 1 The Spoiler

On the side, Zhang Chulan, who had already moved away quietly, was looking at Lin Yi who was holding the Tang sword with complicated eyes.

Even knowing that this person was Lin Yi, he was still shocked.

The blue sword energy...

Brother Lin, how many tricks do you still have that you haven't used?

In front of Lin Yi, Fu Rong turned her head and glanced at the house filled with smoke and dust, then at the deep and straight ravine on the ground, and then looked at Lin Yi who was dressed in gray in a daze.

This level of sword energy...even her master can't use it, right?

Ma Xianhong frowned, staring at Lin Yi closely.

But unlike Fu Rong, his attention was almost entirely on the white Tang sword in Lin Yi's hand.

"Space artifact? Who are you?"

"Hehe, you are barely qualified to know my name."

Lin Yi chuckled lightly and said in a calm tone.

"My name is Zuo Youxian, and I am the contemporary heir of the true preaching..."

"True preaching... Zuo Youxian..."

Ma Xianhong frowned, staring at Lin Yi coldly.

"I remember the name."

"You'd better remember..."

Lin Yi smiled lightly, raised the long sword in his hand, and then waved it lightly

[Li·Ghost Sword Art·Short Sword Style]!

A blue-blue sword qi without Wuwu sword qi shot out, and slashed towards Fu Rong who was standing there dumbfounded.

"Fu Rong!"

Ma Xianhong opened his eyes, and jumped towards Fu Rong without hesitation.

嘭

The cyan-blue sword energy struck Ma Xianhong's body solidly, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

"Master!"

Fu Rong cried out, and hurried to Ma Xianhong's side.

"...I'm fine."

Ma Xianhong coughed twice and was helped up by Fu Rong.

Most of the robe on his body has been torn, revealing the black protective magic weapon with red lines inside.

After standing up, Ma Xianhong signaled Fu Rong not to help him, then he lowered his head and looked at the shallow sword mark on his chest, and the sword mark was repaired amidst the black air.

Seeing this, Fu Rong couldn't help showing guilt.

"Sorry, Master, I lost my mind."

Ma Xianhong shook his head, then raised his head and looked at Lin Yi who was standing with a sword.

"why?"

"what why?"