Chapter 12 Sword God

Facing the questioning of the left-hand swordsman, the cold ice blade of the right hand of the sword clan is held tighter, and the true spirit of the whole body is ready to go. The cold temperature emerged from the single body of the sword clan and spread along the ice blade to the surroundings. This extremely low temperature could not stand the butterfly dance.

Is the ice attribute true? It seems that the sword in your hand must be a cold blade. The left sword god's eyes were like a god, and he had recognized the cold blade in the hand of the sword clan at a glance. At this time, the left-handed sword god was no longer entangled in the problem of Xuanhun chasing jade, and the behavior of the sword clan has given the answer.

"Are we really fighting?" When it comes to the end, Butterfly Dance, as always, does not have any confidence. The strength gap between the two sides is too big, unless there are people at the level of swordsmanship, but having that idea is purely dreaming. It is estimated that the sword style is still in Juncheng at this time. Thinking of the sword, the butterfly dance couldn't help looking at the Soege sword clan, and there were thousands of emotions in his heart. The gap between this pair of grandparents was so big that it was really unusual.

The swordsman nodded: "In addition to fighting, even if we fool others with the news of Xuanhun chasing jade, he will kill us, and he must kill us."

"Why?" The butterfly dance feels a little incredible.

"Because the left-hand sword god in front of him is no longer the former left-handed sword god, the polluted Xuanhun jade fragments have corrupted the soul of the left-handed sword god in front of him."

Seeing what the swordsman said is resolute, the butterfly dance is not easy to interrupt, just correcting: "They have no heart, only soul."

"Why are you talking so much? Get ready to kill." After saying that, the swordsman began to grasp the cold blade with his left hand, clenched his hands, and the blade hit the shoulder of the swordsman. The eyes of the swordsman are as sharp and fierce as the flying leopard.

"But I don't know where the Xuanhun jade fragments that control the left-hand sword god are set." The butterfly dance is directly worried. He is not as awesome as the swordsman13. He knows that the Xuanhun chasing jade is probably in that position.

"The whole skeleton of this white bone is the strongest with the true spirit of the giant sword. Xuanhun Chasing Jade must have been inlaid in the body of the giant sword.

"Giant sword body? Isn't that a piece of black iron that can be embedded in it?" Butterfly dance looked at the place said by the swordsman and suddenly felt incredible.

"It's just a feeling, and I don't know why?" The swordsman still can't stand the problem of butterfly dance.

"Well, I trust you for the time being." The butterfly dance shook the silkworm soft sword in his hand. The left-handed sword god on the opposite side saw the conversation between the two children in front of him, and his heart was angry for a long time. The reason why I haven't done it is just that I hold the identity of the predecessor of Wulin. It's really not easy to argue with the two children. Anyway, I am the sword god of a country. When I saw that the two children stopped, the sword god of the left hand just shouted: "Look at the sword."

As soon as the mythical sound of the left-hand sword fell, the thick giant sword had swept over with an overwhelming aura. From the tip of the throat of the sword clan, the giant sword was like a semicircle cut only 180 degrees and also crossed the chest of the butterfly dance. The sword clan's reaction was very fast. When the tip of the sword just scratched his throat, the swordsman had retreated. At this moment, the cold blade was blocked by the backhand, Ding, and the cold front flashed by, and the frozen sword spirit waved against the blade of the giant sword.

With two tones, the white bone in front of the left sword god's chest has been covered with a layer of frost. Even so, the ribs are really loud and continuous. The left-hand sword god was not afraid, and the giant sword split diagonally again.

"Ding." At this time, the swordsman had raised the cold blade with his hands above his head, and the two swords collided. The swordsman's mouth was numb and painful. The ice blade was even more unstable, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down from the tiger's mouth of the sword clan. Only then did the sword clan realize that the pain just now was that the tiger's mouth had been cracked.

Seeing the trace of blood left by the tiger's mouth of the sword clan, the butterfly dance saw it and was entangled in his heart. Anyway, the sword clan was the nephew of Jian Xiao, and he had also lived with the father of the sword clan. In a deep part of the heart of the butterfly dance, the sword clan was like an outer disciple of his own sect.

The butterfly danced and pulled the thin sword in his hand, guiding the silkworm soft sword to twist, winding up like a spiritual snake. At this time, Butterfly Dance naturally hopes that he can relieve the swords around him with the silkworm soft sword in his hand.

The swordsman supported the ice blade with both hands, and their knees had been bent quite violently under the pressure of the left-handed sword god. It is less than 20 fingers away from the tile surface.

Can the silkworm soft sword in the butterfly dance be relieved? Obviously, although the silkworm soft sword is as soft as a spiritual snake at this time, it is a pity that the butterfly dance is not facing ordinary Jianghu warriors. Twenty years ago, the left-handed sword god who has reached the tenth floor of Shuntian realm 200 years ago.

What is a sword god? He holds a huge sword in one hand in his left hand and can swing as usual. This is the definition of a sword god. For this point, the sword family has the strongest feeling. Throughout the history of Jimo Villa for thousands of years, the talents of the sword family have never been called the sword god. From this, we can see how powerful the white skeleton in front of us is.

Now the pressure of the swordsman is quite great. It's not that I haven't experienced the strength of the ten-level peak period of Shuntianjing, but when my grandfather fought against me, I will never use such a strong momentum, which is simply an overwhelming conquest. And the swords themselves feel like a futile rebel.

Looking at the left-handed sword god's one-handed sword suppression of the sword clan, it is simply easy and casual, because when the butterfly-dancing silkworm soft sword flew over, the left-hand sword god's right-handed right-hand bone with only one finger easily dissolves the butterfly dance offensive like a glass.

"Master Butterfly, you go and rescue the soldiers." The sword clan gritted his teeth and said a word.

"Bulls, you are Jian Xiao's nephew. How can I turn a deaf ear and move rescuers? At least no one in the Qin Empire will be the opponent of the left-handed sword god. The butterfly dance replied unrelentingly. The true spirit condensed and the hand again injected into the silkworm soft sword, and the soft and flexible sword body suddenly turned into a straight steel stick, hard. The butterfly dance did not give up and rushed up with the thin sword that had changed from soft to hard in his hand. It's just that the strength is there, and everything the butterfly dance does now is futile.

The previous battle with the sword clan has consumed nearly 90% of the skills of the butterfly dance. At this time, the butterfly dance is not as good as the current sword clan, otherwise the left-handed sword god would not have dealt with the sword clan first.

The left sword god waved his right bone again at will, and a sky curtain appeared safely in front of the butterfly dance. The soft silkworm was pierced with a soft sword, which was no different from a sword pierced into cotton.

The cold light flew by. The left-hand sword god, who had been suppressing the sword clan with a single sword before, suddenly withdrew the long sword and shouted. The giant sword was raised to the sky. A vast true spirit spread from the body of the giant sword. The demon moon in the sky seemed to be half covered by dark clouds from afar. Xiaoquan City, which had just been sprinkled with silver glory, suddenly fell into In the boundless darkness.

It's just that the sword clan and butterfly dance are close at hand. There are no dark clouds. It is the black gas emitted from the giant sword raised by the left-handed sword god with one arm, or the black smoke emitted by the mysterious soul chasing jade.

In the darkness, a fierce sword wind hit from the head of the swordsman. The swordsman instinctively grasped the ice blade in his hand and raised his hand to the sky. This was only heard a sound. The ice blade had collided with the giant sword in the hand of the left-hand sword god, and the tile beams at the feet of the sword clan scattered around like paper paste. All of a sudden, a huge sword fell down again, and there was another sound. The swordsman's arm was like iron cast, and the pain was about to crack.

With a "bang", the tile ridge could no longer stand it. A big hole appeared under the sword clan, and the sword clan fell like a broken kite. Immediately after that, there was a loud bang, and it was obvious that the swordsman had fallen to the ground. A mouthful of dark red blood spewed out of the swordsman's mouth.

At this time, there was another sound of two-edged fighting above the head. This time, with sparks splashing, the sword clan saw that it was indeed a butterfly dance that did not even carry a sword, and directly hit a big hole from the roof and fell down.

"Fuck, those night owls destroy my house." An old man came in quickly with a candlelight, but only spit out this sentence, and the next second, he even stopped breathing.

The tip of the sword of the left-handed sword god is like a fluttering fallen leaf, and the owner of the store has gone to report to the king of the world. The shopkeeper fell to the ground and then turned into a wisp of smoke and was absorbed into the huge sword.

Didn't you say that you could observe that Xuanhun chasing jade fragment? Why do I think you are not sure at all? The butterfly dance turned his head and looked at the swordsman.

The sword clan nodded helplessly: "The wisp of black fog has answered the answer for us just now, and the fragments of Xuanhun chasing jade are in the giant sword."

"Then there is no way for you to solve this problem." The butterfly dance kicked a few breaths anxiously. A mouthful of blood spewed out at the right time.

The swordsman shook his head: "I have no solution. You can also see that the sky curtain laid by the sword god in the left hand can't even be broken. Not to mention picking out the mysterious soul chasing jade with a sword.

"The men of your Jian family are fucking useless." The butterfly dance is extremely complaining.

The swordsman was extremely silent: "We are not gods. How can we solve all the problems?" After saying that, the swordsman flew out and kicked directly on the chest of the butterfly dance. At this time, the butterfly dance was also seriously injured. How could it withstand such a toss and spit out blood. The butterfly dance suffered this kick and was so angry. Just as he was about to curse, a dark shadow fell from the sky, a huge sword went straight into the ground, and the body of the sword completely sank into the earth.

Only then did the butterfly dance understand that if it hadn't been for the swordsman just now, he would have lost his soul. Thinking of this, the butterfly dance looked at the swordsman gratefully. However, at this time, the butterfly dance began to be worried again. The dark shadow completely blocked all the sight, and the swordsman disappeared at all.