Spirit of the Sword

Su Mo looked up at the huge and mighty figure, eyes a resolute.

There emerged a kind of temperament with the shadow of the giant god, which was the blood power of the Protoss.

The vision of the inheritance of the giant God also seems to see the spirit of the gods emerging on Su Mo, although it is still very weak, like a young giant god.

The giant sword held high, the sky stood, a thousand feet below the body, the snow also appeared not so big.

At this moment, all the people in the whole snowy region and even outside the realm of the gods could see the mighty and magnificent God's shadow like a mountain...

Su Mo looked up at the shadow all the time, the head of the hair untie, long hair spread.

"Now that I have inherited my bloodline, I am the last Protoss on earth..." Su Mo said in a low voice.

Then he unwrapped his white Confucian clothes and took them off to reveal his inner body, which was filled with the blood of the Protoss and flashed the divine glow of the giant God family.

"I will merge my broken spirit and the power of my blood into my every will, and my spirit and my blood will coexist with my every will!"

Su Mo smiled in the dull eyes of Luo Yin and the little girl, and then stubbornly looked at the shadow of the giant God.

"When you cut off all my intentions, you will also cut off my spirit and blood..."

Su Mo looked at the giant sword in the hands of the shadow of the giant God, and the glory of the god above made people unable to look directly at it.

"Now I can't resist your rules, and I have my own insistence."

I can't resist you cutting off all my intentions...

"But I can choose... Die with all my will!"

Su Mo far away against the giant God shadow, as if he caught his soft underbelly.

"Or... You let me carry on with my heart, with your Protoss blood!"

"Or... You still choose to cut off all my intentions, and you will also kill me, wiping out the last trace of Protoss blood on earth!"

Su Mo look calm, this is a life as a gamble.

He's betting that the giant Lineage won't kill itself!

Su ink and giant god shadow far relative, face is unyielding will.

Little girl and Luo Yin looked at Su Mo that is not tall figure, it seems that this person is no longer the mind of the simple Confucian cultivation. He has his own calculation and persistence!

The giant ghost shadow is high above, looking down at the small as ants Su Mo, it is like looking at their own rebellious disobedient children.

That huge giant sword, but the end is not cut down...

...

In the snow, a few people who have just come down from the upper realm are wandering in the sky above the snow, as if they are looking for something.

It seems that after visiting for two days in a row, the leading youth felt a little bored and could not help but ridicule.

"This ninth realm is so barren and barren, why do the elders have to work so hard to break down the barriers that have been cut off for thousands of years, so that we can come down first?"

An old slave with a black beard behind him opened his mouth and said, "Little Lord, the ancestors of each clan naturally have their own plans, although this ninth realm is extremely barren, it is said that it is the lost land of the Gods, and there is a chance to reach heaven."

"Now, the elders of the Yunzong and the Lei Zong have come down to the ninth realm, and they have gone to the Holy Realm and the Tao Realm, respectively, with the people of the Buddhist gate, in order to take the top Buddhist gate of this world first and directly control the ninth realm."

"And we are supposed to go directly to the demon Sect, but our elders of the Rain Sect can't cross the barrier for a while, so we can only stroll by ourselves first, and then go to the demon Sect when some of our elders come down!"

The youth at the head yawned and waved impatiently: "Barbarian land, directly kill them to be soft is not it?" Do we need to split up and take down each branch?"

"This is also because the barriers are unstable, and for the time being, there are not too many people." When the barrier is completely broken down and we have all the people in the world at that time, won't this ninth realm be ours?" The old slave behind him complimented.

The young man at the head nodded his head with satisfaction, as if remembering that the man of the Cloud had gone to the Holy Pope of this realm, and said somewhat unwillingly: "I have heard that the Holy Father and the Holy woman is a cold and beautiful woman, but a very perfect furnace tripod." Nor do I know whether the men of the Cloud Kingdom will take down the Holy Daughter of the Holy Father?"

The old slave behind him seemed to see the stirring in the young man's eyes and said with a smile: "Why should the little Lord care, there are many women in the ninth world, and the little Lord wants the stove triplet not to take it casually?" And I heard that the little master of the Demon Clan was also a very beautiful little girl."

"There is also a great China, with the reincarnation of the sound god known as Luo Yin, is said to be the world's only furnace tripod, Qin God is the world, beautiful body, magnificent!"

"When we wait for the elders to go down into the world, they are all in the bag of the little Lord!"

"Ha ha ha! The young man smiled happily and patted the old slave on the shoulder behind him with satisfaction. "Then let's go to that China first!"

'Yes! The old slave nodded in agreement.

The party flew through the air towards the imperial capital of China.

"Huh?"

Passing outside a snowy gate, it seemed that there was something in the gate that interested the first young man.

"Is there a spirit in this little gate?"

The young man narrowed his eyes, and the old slave immediately said, "I'll get it for the young Lord!"

The young man waved his hand and said, "Let's go together!"

The old slave nodded his head, and the men flew toward the top of the hill of the small family gate.

"Who is it? This is the place where I live in cold, I live in seclusion, I do not see foreigners, and I hope that several distinguished guests will leave here!"

A middle-aged figure with a flying sword jumped up from the gate and blocked the way of several people.

"Cold School?" The young man at the head laughed and shook his head to look at the middle-aged figure blocking the way. Then he turned to the old slave behind him and asked, "What kind of gate is Han Zong?"

A few people who followed the young man burst into laughter, and the old slave said, "Little Lord, the Cold school should be an unknown little school in the ninth realm."

The young man glanced at the middle-aged man with the imperial sword, and seemed to have no interest in talking with him, but said very casually: "Kill it!"

'Yes! The old slave nodded his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was blocking the way of his young master.

"What does that mean?" The middle-aged to see each other a word will kill, immediately frowning, the hands of the sword, Yuan infant repair to show.

Then there were three figures in the family door behind him, standing on the void beside the middle-aged man, all Yuan Ying repair.

"What do you want to do?" The four men were far away from the young men.

"Four yuan baby..." The young man shook his head sarcastically, and then shook his head very indifferent: "I just like a piece of spirit that you live in."

"Are you after the basalt sword?" The middle-aged man drank a cold voice: "The basalt sword is a sacred relic of my ancestor, you are simply delusional!"

The young man rolled his eyes, waved his hand at the old slave, and then closed his eyes, as if unconcerned about what happened next.

The old slave nodded, sneered, and turned it into a show.

The four faces turned white in an instant: "... Hua Shen..."

Tongtianxiu erupted in the old slave, like a dazzling rainbow appeared in the void, the old slave instant to four people before the four people have not reacted, a white light shining in the void, like thunder echoed through the side.

Four heads fall, and then four headless bodies fall into the void!

They haven't even reacted to it....

Crisp and simple!

At this moment, the gap between the transformation of God and the Yuan infant is clearly revealed. When the Yuan infant faces the transformation of God, there is no room for resistance.

There will be no confrontation, no maneuvering, no resistance.

Only wait for death... And in an instant.

At that moment, there was uproar and screaming from inside the monastery behind the four men.

This is indeed only a small Zong gate, so small that there is not even a strong transition to God, and only four Yuan babies...

The gap between Hua Shen and Yuan Ying is a Tianque, not just the difference in realm!

The old slave flew into the family door, the family door immediately sounded one after another screams, a few figures want to fly away, but fell down in the path of white light...

For a moment there was no sound from the little door...

The old slave flew back to the young man with a long black sword in his hand.

The dark blue sword shone with the light of the spirit, and in the hands of the old slave there seemed to be a constant struggle of the spirit.

"The spirit has spirit! Congratulations to the Lord on having another spirit!" The old slave respectfully handed the spirit sword into the hands of the young man.

'Yes, yes! The young man was very satisfied with reaching out the basalt sword, and the spirit on the basalt sword broke out a sword when the young man contacted it, attacking the young man's hand.

"Animals! The old slave drank a cold drink, waved his hand to block the eruption of sword awn on the basalt sword, and then raised the palm knife high above the sword body, and coldly opened his mouth:

"Either submit to my young Lord, or die!"

The spirit had spirit, and it understood the threat of the old slave's mouth, and it understood the dignity of the young man.

Follow this young man, maybe you can show yourself!

But...

It seemed to take a deep look at the quiet door below, and then a burst of green light erupted...

"Click" a sound, this spirit sword blade itself disconnected!

The spirit fades away and the light fades...

It chose death over surrender...