Chapter 111: Micro

It is a matter of course that the two of them do it directly, but Su Yue's decisive decision still stunned many people.

"Is it so fierce in the early days of foundation construction?"

A mid-term foundation-building monk swallowed his saliva and was a little stunned. He practiced for nearly a hundred years. What he saw and heard about the level of practice was strict, and his cultivation represented everything. In the early stage of the foundation-building monks saw that the mid-term monks were respectful. When he saw the later monks, he was like a mouse meeting a cat. He was in awe. No one who had never dared to build a foundation. It is said directly that the late monk is an old dog, and he is the first to take action.

"Little bastard, I'll let you know what the cultivation gap is today!"

Zheng Tong's eyes flashed with violent murderous intent. The sleeve robe suddenly waved and made a crackling sound. He saw the cold light flashed in his sleeve, and three cold stars shot out, and the finished glyphxing.

At the beginning of the three o'clock cold light, there was no trace. After flying out, the trace was exposed. There were three identical long black nails, which were engraved with a pile of threads in the sharpest part of the long nail, and there was a gloomy and terrible atmosphere lingering in this thread.

No matter who sees these three long nails, there is an extremely uncomfortable feeling. Under the slight cold in the heart, it is like being stared at by a poisonous snake, as if a big disaster is coming.

"Little bastard, I want to kill you, but I won't let you die easily!"

Zheng Tong opened his mouth ferociously and suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed bleeding fog. His speed was extremely fast. The blink of an eye spread to the three long black nails, as if something woke up. The three long black nails suddenly emitted black light, and there was a faint sad howling coming from the black light.

"This treasure is called a black dog nail, which I got from a secret place. You may not know that these three long nails are the treasure of curses. There is a strong power of curses on them. It can be used once, but once, it can make people suffer and die... Wrong, not only torture, but also the soul will be scattered, and you will never be born. !"

The ordinary sword light touched it. As soon as the two met, there was a strong movement. The sword light seemed to be corroded. The snow-white light retreated, and the black darkness swallowed it. Finally, the sword light turned back, as dark as ink, and there was a gloomy atmosphere lingering. The ghost cried and howled, and the sound came into the ears, which made people palpitating.

The cursed treasure? What the hell is this?"

Su Yue's eyebrows jumped, and his face did not show any. He waved his long sword, and the sword light flew like a waterfall, like a snow lotus flower suddenly blown away by the wind. The petals were all over the sky, but the petals were full of fierce swords.

The skill of the butcher's sword is unfolded. It is like clouds and flowing water, and the sword moves are not leaking. It is extremely light, turning into strands of silk, and the black sword light is resolved little by little.

"His kendo cultivation has reached this level..."

Ye Zifeng, who was onlookers, was shocked. When Su Yue fought against Zheng Shuang, Kendo was only the first glimpse of the doorway, but now there is a feeling of lifting weight lightly and completely mastering it, as if he suddenly changed from a child who had just learned to walk to a jumping teenager.

Su Yue didn't know what the curse treasure was, but he instinctively felt disgusted. He looked down and waved his sword repeatedly. The sword light kept shooting out all over, densely overlapping into a sword net, wrapping the three black dog nails, as if to be captured.

"I curse you to describe withered, one day white head!"

At this moment, Zheng Tong suddenly opened his mouth. He looked serious, as if he was ten years old and muttered.

"I curse you that the meridians are broken, and your cultivation is decadent!"

"I curse your soul to fall and sink forever!"

Three black dog nails flashed with faint light, and three ghost faces rushed out of the faint light, ferocious and horrible, smiling. Zheng Tong was also a little scared, but the fire of revenge in his eyes was burning more and more vigorously. At this moment, he not only wanted to kill Su Yue, but also wanted Su Yue to die and suffer all kinds of torture! As soon as he gritted his teeth, his hair suddenly turned white.

"With my ten-year longevity as a sacrifice, the black dog nail curses Su Yue!"

When the words fell, three black dog nails suddenly burst out, and the ghost's face roared sadly. After tossing and turning a little, it sank into the black dog nail. The layered sword net was like thin paper, which was penetrated through by it, and there was quite a momentum of destruction.

"The secret of slaughtering the sword!"

Su Yue's heart beat wildly. He must not let the black dog nail get close. His whole body became extremely fierce. While the long sword was waved repeatedly, his body also swayed with the light of the sword, moving several directions.

The sword secret of the butcher spirit was created by the master of the slaughter spirit when he was still building the nine layers of the foundation. The posture of heaven is vertical. As soon as the sword formula was born, he killed the great enemy of the Lingtai Realm. With high spirit, he named this sword formula as the slaughter spirit! After that, he practiced thousands of miles a day, and at the peak, he perfected the sword formula and reached the best grade. This sword formula is not like other sword formulas. A casual move makes people frightened and moved. He prefers to thunder silently. There is no powerful and tedious moves, and he doesn't need much strong power. What he needs is a kind of control, the control of the flying sword!

This control has three realms, meticulous, pure, and traceless.

The first realm uses sword light. The sword light can turn into silk, such as being driven by living things and pointing arms. The second realm is that the sword light contains the sense of swordsmanship. Each sword is mixed with sword. The sword light is no longer simple, but more like a will, the direction of the mind, the sword light is invincible, and the third realm is the highest level to the practiced by the spiritual master. It is like hanging horns of an antelope, flowing clouds and flowing water, without any flaws.

Su Yue is currently in the first realm. At the same time when the sword net was torn, hundreds of sword lights rose, turning into small silk threads, entangled together, actually connecting in the void, and finally forming a net composed of dense sword light.

This net is more dense than before, and the gap is almost invisible. One net, two nets and three nets... A full 49 sword nets overlap, turning into a wall, dead in front of Su Yue.

"What kind of sword formula are you practicing? How can it be like this!"

This scene made Zheng Tong's pupils suddenly contract, and he made a sharp voice of disbelief. In this way, he had never seen or even heard of the sword in his life. In his opinion, this was no longer using sword light, but almost Tao.

In fact, it's not so exaggerated, because he doesn't understand sword cultivation, so he suddenly saw that the sword would have this illusion.

Naturally, Su Yue could not correct his idea. He looked at the forty-nine overlapping walls with a serious look, which was the highest strength he could exert at present. He was not sure whether he could resist the black dog nail.

Fortunately, God's blessing, although the black dog nail is aggressive, it is still blocked under this dense sword net. It is difficult to penetrate the first sword net, and it faces the second one in a blink of an eye. Because it overlaps, it is more resilient and penetrates four in a row. Sixteen sword nets finally began to be weak. At the time of the forty-eighth, the ghost face in the black dog nail appeared again, making a few unwilling howls, and finally wrapped in the forty-ninth sword net and entangled.

"Little bastard, give me back my baby!"

Zheng Tong's eyes were about to crack, and he stepped forward to kill Su Yue. As soon as he patted the storage bag, a one-legged copper man four feet and nine inches high appeared, and his whole body was engraved with ancient and simple lines. Zheng Tong held his one-foot in one hand and suddenly hit Su Yue. He saw the one-legged bronze man illusoryly, forming a mountain shape, like a hundred feet of mountains, horizontally. Press it.

"When it comes to Su, it's my stuff. There's no reason to return it to you!"

Su Yue smiled coldly, and the long sword waved again. The sword was entangled in strands, and he explored the one-legged bronze man from a distance, as if to drag him down.