Chapter 22: Sword Spirit

At the moment when they couldn't hold on, Qin Wanyong suddenly moved.

A hairy silver needle quietly shot out from Qin Wanyong's fingertips, and by the chaos of the battlefield, it disappeared directly in one of the golden bats.

Suddenly, all the bats made a hoarse shout at the same time, collapsed one after another, turned into a faint golden light, and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, the vampire king appeared. He crawled on the ground and covered his chest. The wide black robe almost completely covered his body and could not see his expression clearly, but from his slightly trembling body, he should be very painful.

"How can it be, you--" The vampire king covered his chest and coughed violently in pain.

Meng Fan was also a little puzzled. Just now, he only caught a glimpse of Qin Wanyong and made a very subtle action. As for why all the golden bats disappeared in an instant, it was completely unclear.

"Vampire King." Qin Wanyong said indifferently, "You are almost immune to physical attacks and have a wide range of attacks, but you have a very fatal shortcoming. After you incarnate tens of millions of bats, there is only one, which is slightly different from other bats, that is - all bats are pure gold color, and only one has a touch of blood red under their feet. Most importantly, you are afraid of death, so you have been protected by more than a dozen golden bats around the blood-red bats under your feet. Unfortunately, you are self-defeating. This kind of lame protection just exposes your shortcomings.

After listening to Qin Wanyong's words, the vampire Wang raised his head with difficulty and his eyes were full of despair.

"Die!"

As soon as Qin Wanyong's words fell, the vampire king had a dark red blood dot on his chest, which completely stained his black robe. The scope of this blood dot quickly expanded, but in just a few seconds, it filled the vampire king's chest.

That's blood, the blood flowing from the heart of the vampire king.

A drop of sticky blood fell to the ground. Compared with ordinary human blood, it was denser and fishy. For a moment, the strange and strong smell of blood permeated, and the choked Meng Fan's nostrils were a little uncomfortable.

The vampire king raised the sky and let out a hisss like a dying bat, and his body suddenly contracted inward. A few seconds later, it shrank into a dry body, like an unearthed mummy, which was very horrible.

At the same time, all the slow pedestrians on the road fell to the ground, turning into a pool of pus and flowing down the sewers of the city.

In order to confirm whether the vampire king was dead, Meng Fan drove a long sword and stabbed into the body of the scalated body. It felt like a piece of dry wood without encountering too many obstacles. Immediately, the long sword made an electric drill, quickly rotated inside, and easily stirred the mummified corpse into pieces.

is indeed dead!

Meng Fan admired Qin Wanyong very much. In the battle, he was better at observing the situation and had much stronger control over the battle than himself. Without him, he did not know when the battle would end. Perhaps until the spiritual strength of one side was exhausted, he could distinguish the winner.

"Brother Meng." Qin Wanyong said, "It's solved here. Let's find a hotel to take a break and get ready to go to the next place."

"Ye!" Meng Fan nodded.

A few people went into a hotel and settled down.

At night, Meng Fan lay on **, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a long time.

How's Susu? What she wants to deal with is the strongest of the world - the power of the fire element and the power of the wind element, even if there is any small mistake, it may lead to fatal results.

Don't let anything happen to her! At this time, Meng Fan's mind was full of Susu's shadow.

Unable to sleep, Meng Fan simply got up, sat cross-legged in **, closed his eyes slightly, and quietly absorbed the aura of heaven and earth.

Everything is spiritual. In the air, there are many aura particles, which are bright, firefly-like suspended particles, and Meng Fan can easily see and absorb them.

Gradually, with Meng Fan as the center, a whirlpool composed of aura particles was formed. The aura particles outside the whirlpool were quickly sucked into the whirlpool and rotated into Meng Fan's body.

This is a slow and boring process, but its effect is very obvious. Since entering the cultivation, Meng Fan's spiritual strength has increased more than ten times. However, recently, Meng Fan vaguely felt that his cultivation had reached a neck, and the improvement of his spiritual strength was getting slower and slower.

In the process of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, Meng Fan's spirit became more and more concentrated. Slowly, his body became transparent, like a glowing cocoon, emitting a slight light from the inside. For a moment, the whole room was full of bright light, and the scene was very spectacular.

Suddenly, Meng Fan's heart trembled and suddenly rose a strange feeling, as if standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking everything under his feet, and seeing the small mountains, ** heroic.

At the same time, the whirlpool composed of aura emitting firefly-like light suddenly accelerated the rotation speed, and more aura particles rushed into the whirlpool and all converged into Meng Fan's body.

Meng Fan knows almost nothing about the methods and principles of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth. All these processes are like the instinct of the body, which are deeply imprinted in his mind and consciousness. At this time, Meng Fan's heartbeat accelerated sharply, but he didn't know what had happened. He instinctively wanted to stop absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, but he couldn't do it at all.

What happened?

A heart seemed to jump out of the body, the blood flow all over the body accelerated sharply, and the body temperature rose rapidly. Meng Fan seemed to be in the stove, sweating profusely and very uncomfortable.

I don't know why Meng Fan also felt a little happy in this uncomfortable process.

'Boom!'

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar in my ear, and all the aura particles visible to the naked eye were shot into Meng Fan's body like meteors. The whirlpool of reiki particles collapsed and disappeared in a flash, and half of the aura particles could no longer exist in the whole room. At the same time, Meng Fan's mood is calm, like being in the spring field, clear and clear, like a spring breeze.

It feels so comfortable!

Meng Fan smiled and opened his eyes. He only felt that his body was extremely light, and his mind was silent and ethereal, and he could hardly feel his existence.

"Congratulations, master!"

Suddenly, Meng Fan heard a subtle and faint girl's voice. Although her voice was small, it was very clear.

"Who is it?" Meng Fan was slightly stunned and looked around, but no one existed.

"My name is Xianxian, and I'm a spirit."

As soon as the words fell, the long sword on Meng Fan's waist was shining, and a small figure only half a meter tall gradually appeared in the light, but she was dressed in a light white veil, and her face was innocent and cute, but her whole body revealed a holy breath.

Meng Fan stared at her and was stunned.

"Master, thank you for letting me out." The little girl circled lightly in the air and looked very happy.

"Wait down!" Meng Fan said quickly, "Who the hell are you?"

"Don't you know anyone?" The little girl bit her lip and cried.

Meng Fan is speechless.

"Hey hey..." The little girl laughed again, "Master, it's normal that you don't know me when you see me for the first time! The long sword on your waist is called the magic sword. I am the sword spirit of this sword. I can only appear when the aura in my master's body reaches the realm of ethereal.

trapped in the realm of magic sword, sword spirit and ethereal, after listening to this series of words, Meng Fan seemed to understand a little, but a little confused.

"Master, how long did it take you to get to the ethereal realm?" The delicate and naive asked.

"I don't know, a month?" Meng Fan scratched his head and remembered that he had only been practicing for a month, so it should be a month.

"One month? How is that possible?" Xianxian exclaimed, "My former master will be at least three years old."

Meng Fan also scratched his head. These are all problems of ancient civilization. How can he, as a modern person, know so much? However, from the analysis of the delicate tone, the ethereal state should be a relatively difficult state to achieve. It only takes a month to reach it. It should be related to the mysterious bamboo board, and may also be related to its own power system.

After thinking about it, Meng Fan asked, "So, after arriving at the ethereal realm, what will happen if you continue to practice?"

"You don't even know this?" The slender eyes widened, and her expression was quite incredible.