Chapter 10 Dragon Blade Fusion

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The "super group" level of soul blade is powerful. Once the spirit power in the seal is released, it is enough to kill thousands of masters.

But the soul blade itself is limited. Through the ancient spell, the power of its fierce beast is sealed through the power of the seal, making its power difficult to release. It must be indirectly exerted power through the sealed medium.

But the power will naturally weaken a lot, and if there is no soul blade user, it is difficult for the artifact to even exert even a quarter of its own power.

That is to say, at this time, the weapon spirit in the "Red Army" is at most around the beginning of the martial arts. The trouble is that it cannot make an effective attack on Wu Pengwei. The "super" level soul blade is difficult to compare with the "unparalleled" level, and the spirit can't even do it even the blade out of the seal itself.

However, at this time, Wu Pengwei was abnormal and chose the most direct and unfavorable attack method, using the power of his own water attributes and the tools of the "Red Army" to fight hard. Rough and crazy.

The "Red Army" is roaring!

The fire eagle sealed in it is the king of an ancient leader-level monster. It is born with a strange ability to manipulate the power of fire, rather than the wind power that birds have always been good at. Just like its power attributes, this fire eagle king is violent and rude.

It has been sealed in the soul stone for nearly a thousand years, and it is like being embedded in a blade a hundred years ago. This is a great shame for the king of a monster.

The power of fire is roaring and raging, straight through the hilt of the sword in an unparalleled way and attacking Wu Pengwei.

Wu Pengwei is fearless!

If anyone is familiar with Wu Pengwei's way of fighting, he will be surprised and think that he must have lost his mind.

In the past, Wu Pengwei always found the simplest and most appropriate way to deal with the dilemma through the most rational and effective analysis, but this time, he chose the most unfavorable way for himself.

The power of water and fire is born to compete with each other. Just at the moment of impact, a circle of invisible storm spreads with the poles of the two energies of the sword handle. In the blink of an eye, all the furniture in the room broke into powder at the same time and steamed into dead white smoke in an instant.

The fire eagle hovered and roared in the blade of the sword, and the raging red light condensed into an incomparable line and the surging power of the water system were anxious in one place. The connecting poles had their own apertures to open, a circle like fire, a circle of soft white.

The collision of power is the most direct, and it can't be mixed with a trace of water.

This is not that Wu Pengwei's head was hot for a moment and he chose the stupidest way. On the contrary, he told this spirit in the most direct way - you must submit to me.

The fire eagle king has a grumpy temper. Most of the soul blades of the fire attribute burst and are direct. Only when it is completely suppressed can it completely belong to itself.

Through the most careful calculation, Wu Pengwei came out that the power of his water system was enough to be anxious with the fire eagle. As long as he was anxious, he had enough ways to make him submit.

The "blue water dragon blade" in the right sleeve slipped quietly and felt the breath of another soul blade. The dragon blade made a long buzzing sound, and the voice was angry and direct, with a cold and irresistible pressure.

The fire eagle suddenly trembled. The levels of monsters and beasts between different classes are clear. Even if they turn into the purest soul form, they will still retain the most primitive superiority and inferiority. This is the difference between beasts and people. There is no transcendence, only submission.

The dragon is the king of beasts. Compared with the big roc golden-winged thunderbird that can keep pace with the dragon, the Fire Eagle King can barely be regarded as a charging general.

Therefore, under the pressure of the vast dragon, the fire eagle chose to give in and began to shrink its strength, curled up and still like a child, clever and stable.

Wu Pengwei's water power began to gradually encroach on the internal power of the Fire Eagle King. When the water power spreads over the soul seal stone at the end of the hilt, it will become an artifact exclusive to Wu Pengwei, which can integrate with Wu Pengwei's original martial soul and exert its ultimate power.

From the beginning of the fight, the soul of the Fire Eagle King did its best, but when it was glued, the spirit of the blue water dragon blade appeared, constantly giving great pressure to the Fire Eagle King, and finally forcing him to give in. This is a very perfect strategy, which was formulated as early as Wu Pengwei wanted to subdue the "Red Army".

Everything is so smooth, waiting for the perfect ending.

As expected, after the time of incense, Wu Pengwei will have a brand-new soul blade, and completely obey the "super group" level soul blade under his command.

But at this time, the variation is sudden.

The silver dragon pattern hovering on the dragon blade suddenly rose to the sky. It savagely rushed into the blade of the "Red Army", tore the pressure of the water force on the king of the fire eagle, and then roared silently at the fire eagle with an absolute strong demeanor.

The latter was inexplicably shocked, with wings fluttering, wrapping the originally tiny body tightly and curling up into a very small black dot.

It seemed that this was the satisfaction. The miniature silver light dragon reduced its anger, then turned around, rushed up, and integrated into the power of the water system, wandering uncertainly.

Wu Pengwei was completely stunned, and this sudden change caught him off guard.

He didn't know what happened, and under the fast-moving computational analysis, he came to a rather absurd conclusion.

That is, he can't stop the autonomous behavior of the dragon blade.

This is a very sad thing. As the lord of the soul blade, he has no absolute control over the soul blade. Maybe only two guys have done it in history.

One is Gui Shura, and the other is Wu Pengwei.

By chance, it is an almost equal way to get the owner of the soul blade. When the soul blade wants to fight, it fights. If you don't want to fight, you can't force it to do your best.

For good, Wu Pengwei's "Blue Water Dragon Blade" is quite reliable. He borrowed a lot of strength in the battle, but today's outrageous appearance interrupted Wu Pengwei's plan, which has never happened before?

What on earth does it want to do?

Wu Pengwei frowned, but it was difficult to disperse the dragon pattern in the power of the water system.

Unconsciously, the direction of the power of his water system was quietly changed, and he turned into the blade body of the blue water dragon blade. The soft white light gradually filled up, gradually drowned the blade, and kept marching down. At less than two centimeters, the soul stone of the dragon blade was lying quietly in the sword and eel.

It was a green stone like a glow, crystal clear, and when it was filled by the soft white light, a silver dragon pattern loomed in it, and the lines were free, as if it had been given life, constantly swimming, making a clear sound.

At the same time, a silver dragon pattern appeared on the back of Wu Pengwei's right hand, emitting a bright light, echoing the dragon pattern in the soul stone.

What's going on? Is the soul blade completely integrated with itself?

Is this a surprise or an accident?

Wu Pengwei was stunned and smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that the soul blade would also be jealous. In the view of the "blue water dragon blade", he should be its exclusive item and could not be shared with other soul blades, so there was a chaotic scene before.

With a long roar, the soft white light rose to the sky and opened the roof, like a thick beam of light shooting out. At the top of the light column, a huge white lion light and shadow roared up to the sky. At the next moment, a silver long dragon light and shadow lingered out, merging with the huge white lion and gradually turning into a new species. .

The lion's head has dragon horns like antlers on its forehead, a slender dragon body, and light feathers intertwined.

Lion-headed dragon - a variant of the fusion of martial soul and artifact spirit, powerful and unparalleled.

And at the moment when this strange lion-headed dragon appeared, Wu Pengwei's house exploded and turned into a pile of ruins.

However, the other people who rested in the courtyard did not move. For them, it is common for Wu Pengwei to destroy the house during the retreat. There is nothing to make a fuss about. Compared with this, sleeping in a sweet dream is the most affordable.

Only in the corridor in the left corner of the courtyard, in a trivial shadow corner, Aoki's body emerged from it. After taking a look at Wu Pengwei in the ruins, he breathed a sigh of relief and silently retreated back.

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Under the same night, tens of thousands of meters away from the exploding Zizhu Post Hall, a beautiful young Taoist priest was looking at the sky with his hands behind his hands.

He held a slender sword in his hand, and the scabbard was pearly and dazzling, dazzling in the dark night.

The Taoist priest looked at the sky, and his beautiful face was blank.

"Unintentionally, what are you thinking?"

The night was very quiet. A middle-aged Taoist nun came from the shadow not far away. Her silver hair was like snow, and she raised a handful of purple jade on her arm to brush the dust. She walked lightly and dust-free.

Li Wuxin turned around, made a salut, and whispered, "Uncle, my disciple is just thinking about something in the past."

The forgetful teacher took a look at Li Wuxin, who bowed his head. The outstanding disciple in the door, who used to be domineering and flamboyant like a sword, was confused for no reason at this moment. The confused color was like a helpless child who thought hard about the unknown but had no answer.

Her heart softened for no reason and she sighed, "Do you think of your master again?"

The corners of Li Wuxin's eyes twitched imperceptiblely and whispered, "Yes, uncle."

The forgetful teacher brushed the dust too much, and his tone was surprisingly soft: "Why do you still think about the people and things in the past? The purpose of the Taoist family is to be selfless, do whatever you want, and not be hindered by the world. My heart is Taoist and unintentional. You are persistent.

Li Wuxin pondered for a while and whispered, "Uncle, I understand what you said, but I just don't understand why the master left the sect. I really don't understand. This problem has been pestering me for three years. In the past three years, I have been practicing martial arts desperately and trying to forget this. Everything can't be done at all.

"The master is the second master in the school. He can only reach the realm of Wu Zun in half a step away. Why do you have to tell me that kung fu is wrong and everything is wrong. I don't understand. I really don't understand."

Li Wuxin lowered his head, but his speech was getting faster and faster, and his bright eyes were gradually red.

The forgetful master frowned, slapped Li Wuxin on the back, and shouted in a low voice, "Don't you calm down? Do you want to go crazy?"

A strong force of qi and blood was injected into Li Wuxin's back, which immediately shocked him

He coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, and the blood from the corners of his eyes gradually faded and became clear again.

The forgetful master took back his palm, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "No intention, have you practiced 'magic heart decision'? Are you crazy?

Li Wuxin turned his head and smiled, and regained a slightly evil handsome smile: "Uncle, I can't wait any longer. The martial arts mad star has crazy blood. Once the strength breaks out, it can surpass a realm and reach the level of the martial artist. Coupled with the unparalleled soul blade "cutting the moon" in his hand, his strength is almost a master who can kill thousands of people. If I don't practice the magic heart, I will never win.

The forgetful master's face darkened, "Bitch, the 'magic heart secret' will be a great obstacle to your future improvement. It's worth it. You are the right future and carry all the hope of the Taoist master."

Li Wuxin lowered his head and smiled. A red and ferocious light flashed through it. He muttered to himself in a voice that almost only he could hear: "As long as you can see Mr. Shuijing and know the whereabouts of the master, everything is worth it."

He raised his head, and the cynicism of the past disappeared, with a firm and paranoid look.

"As long as you can find the master, everything is worth it."

Li Wuxin said firmly again. The blood stains in his eyes suddenly gathered into red light. Black lines oozed silently from the sword in his hand, like a pool of ink, devouring all the light and shadow. The white snow was dark and dark under the black light.

Red light, dark shadow, and extremely clear chromatic aberration.

The forgetful master looked at Li Wuxin in surprise. His expression was extremely complicated, and he finally sighed.

"You take care of yourself."

The silver-haired Taoist nun's voice drifted far away, like her figure, quietly submerged at the other end of the corridor.