Chapter 22 The Sword Soul of Go Far

Chapter 22 The Soul of the Sword that Go Far

There are nine types of blood knives. Su Yong has realized the eighth fluctuation before. At this moment, he waved his hand, and the blood knife in the air rotated back and fell gently like a willow leaf in his hand.

The blade is purple and red, and there are two characters in the bright knife light: "Extreme".

Ziyi did not see these two words, but looked at Su Yong, who was as pale as paper not far away, in shock, and looked at the extremely strange cold-blooded blade in his hand.

The sudden reversal at the last moment really made her doubt whether she had hallucinations.

Su Yong fell into meditation in the words of the swordsmith.

From the first-style body to the limit of the ninth-style, I don't know how many killings and unimaginable events, but at this moment, he still has countless questions in his heart.

"You must want to ask me, why can I practice to the ninth level, but I can't live forever like those martial arts strong people you met?" The swordsman's voice sounded leisurely in his mind, with a feeling of satisfaction and relief.

Su Yong nodded slowly.

The swordsmith at this time is very patient, different from any time. For the understanding of sword moves, I'm afraid that no one can compare with me, including the white sword god you met in the dead soul swamp. He said proudly.

"But for the understanding of moves, it is different from cultivation and internal force." The swordsmith smiled very kindly and said, "My understanding of moves has already reached the peak, and no one was able to beat it in those years. Even if you have met countless strong people later, if it's your turn to move, there is a gap between me.

"But I'm old, and before I get old, I can reach the realm of spiritual warriors, and my body can't maintain long-term youth." The swordsmith smiled, and Su Yong knew that he might be shaking his head and sighing.

"The nine moves I left you are just moves. There may be some moves that need to be stimulated by internal force, such as sword gas, knife posture, etc., which can only be achieved by some primary cultivation, and the requirements are not high." The swordsmith smiled in his mind and said, "If I had your internal strength and cultivation, and my understanding of the moves, I'm afraid I would have been invincible."

Su Yong smiled speechlessly and nodded in silence. He had to admit that these moves were indeed very exquisite, and there was the possibility of killing people at a higher level. Even if the swordsmith in those years has not reached the spiritual warrior, if he meets the spiritual beast he has met, he can still rely on the mysterious tricks to subdue it.

Even for the higher level of true immortals, I'm afraid it will be made for it without defense.

He knows that the swordsmith's invasion, hidden cultivation and understanding of moves for hundreds of years is much higher than himself. In the same move, no matter how strong his internal strength is, I'm afraid that there are still some differences in trajectory and accuracy from the swordsmith's personal action.

"Now that you have mastered my tricks, it's time for me to leave." The swordsman smiled silently: "In the days following you, it is even more thrilling than the past I have experienced before. I should thank you."

"Are you leaving?" Su Yong couldn't help shouting out, which stunned the purple clothes not far away.

"Yes," the swordsmancerer said with a long smile with a tone of relief, "There is no feast that does not end in the world. Now you have fully experienced the moves on the blood knife, and there is no room on the knife to accommodate my soul." From now on, the knife is just a sharp blade, a blood-red peerless weapon, which may be stained with more blood, but it can no longer be attached to any soul.

Su Yong was silent for a long time. When he felt that the blood knife in his hand seemed to be getting lighter. When the soul of the swordsman was drifting away, he hurriedly asked, "Then... what can I do for you?"

"You don't have to do anything." The voice in my mind was already weak: "I'm very happy. I didn't see the wrong person. Haha."

Su Yong put the blood knife flat on the grass, bent down and knelt down respectfully, then kowtowed deeply and smashed the ground with a sound.

"Haha..." The laughter in his mind was getting smaller and smaller, but he was very happy.

The swordsmith has no regrets, although there has been a trace of nostalgia in his heart.

For a long time.

Su Yong raised his forehead full of grass and green juice and stared at the sky in a daze.

Above the dandelion flowers in the sky are shallow and low-flying white clouds. I don't know if those lines of wandering clouds are the last glimpse of the departing swordsmith before leaving.

In the puzzled eyes of the purple clothes, he gently and cherishedly held the blood knife in his hands and looked at it carefully again. He looked at the round and strange tip of the knife, the blade thinner than the paper, the curved and tilted handguard, and the dragon spit ball on the handle... He looked at it in extremely detailed and seriously.

That was the gift left to him by the swordsmith, the only gift.

In his gentle measure, he found that the knife was two taels lighter.

That's the weight of a soul.

When I clenched the familiar knife handle in the palm of my hand, I felt a sense of loss in my heart, and I couldn't help sighing with tears in my eyes.

"What's the matter?" Ziyi regained some strength and finally approached.

Su Yong slowly turned his head and looked deeply at her face. He gently stretched out his trembling fingers and carefully wiped off the little blood on her face, leaving some round purple powder, like scars that were about to fall off.

But it's beautiful.

"I want you to stay with me forever." He said seriously, "I heard what you said in the air."

is the sentence said at the moment when the transmission of the lost highland was triggered. Since he can reach out to pull the ankle of the purple coat, of course he still retains a trace of consciousness.

At that time, although he was covered with blood. But doesn't the pain make people wake up?

The purple clothes were full of tears on his face, and he didn't have time to erase them. He just nodded deeply.

"Ye-huh." She said with a smile on her face.

Just as the two of them were about to walk with a limping, there was a sudden thunderous footsteps around.

It was the sound of thousands of pairs of heavy steps on the earth, and each pair had a weight of thousands of pounds, with a terrible killing atmosphere.

Thousands of pairs of messy and regular footsteps sounded, like thunderous war drums, roaring, densely scattered on the lost highlands a thousand miles long and a thousand miles wide, as if this is a minefield.

Looking at the countless soul fighters in front of him, the fluttering black smoke is dense like a force from the underworld. Ziyi smiled sadly: "It seems that we can't go out."

Su Yong clenched the handle of the blood knife. Although he understood the limit at the last moment, he had only used it once, and his whole body was weak. In addition, the injury on his body had not yet recovered, and the blood was still dripping on some wounds.

And he was just able to kill the soul fighter in one fell swoop. Because the other party was unprepared, he was shot by the blood knife in the soil.

If he really wants to hold a knife to face these levels equivalent to fake immortals, how can he be sure?

What's more, now we don't have to face one or two, but a whole army.