Chapter 41

"Come on, let me see the so-called unity of man and sword!"

Chen Xiaoming's faint words echoed in the field. Whether it was Ning Fengzhi who launched Qibao's real body behind him, or Ning Rongrong and others who came, they felt the huge momentum collision between the two at the moment.

A sharp light suddenly flashed through the eyes of the sword Douluo. The next moment, the nine soul rings on the seven killing sword were integrated into it, just like the long sword carved like crystal. At the moment, there were nine more stars, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black and black.

Melting the ring into the soul, this is the real strength of the sword fighting Luo Chenxin.

"The sword is four feet and three inches long, three inches wide, and the handle is one foot and two inches long. It is called Qisha."

Sword Douluo Chenxin slowly held the handle of the nine star seven kill sword in his right hand. The next second, Chenxin seemed to be no longer a person, but a hurricane. The momentum that could not be described in words burst from him.

"Buzz -"

The buzzing in the tremor, the nine star seven kill sword seems to have the same heart and mind as the sword fight Luo Chen. At this moment, Chen Xiaoming felt that he was not facing people, but a sharp sword out of its scabbard.

A black halo flashed by, and the figure of sword Douluo Chenxin had disappeared. Instead, it was a huge seven kill sword two meters long and half meters wide.

Looking at this scene, Chen Xiaoming suddenly felt that this is the real body of the soul of sword Douluo. At the moment, people and swords are still integrated, and the power of one sword will be increased several times.

"Call -"

The martial spirit of Qingmu tree in Chen Xiaoming's hand swings its branches and leaves, never uses the seventh soul ring to flash, and then flows into the martial spirit of Qingmu tree. In the blue light, the silver light and red awn are intertwined, the hot light shines, and the huge virtual shadow of Qingmu tree appears behind Chen Xiaoming.

The green trees up to 15 meters high swing in the wind. The blue trunk is shrouded in a faint silver light, and the branches are engraved with red lines.

The light enveloped Chen Xiaoming. In an instant, Chen Xiaoming seemed to be integrated with the green trees behind him. The surrounding space trembled slightly. The silver light emitted from Chen Xiaoming's body. The figure of the whole green trees seemed to be looming, as if there was no such space.

Such a strange scene stunned everyone watching the war from a distance, especially the master, with a trace of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

In his theory, the martial spirit of Aoki tree will not have the characteristics similar to space skills.

Is it the variation of Wu soul? The master could not help thinking that the brilliance in his eyes was brighter and brighter.

At this moment, other people's views, in Chen Xiaoming's view, everything is not important. Now he only wants to fight a war. He has been invincible for too long. He is really lonely.

"Ding!"

With a light sound, the eighth Soul Ring flashed light, and the red 100000 year Soul Ring instantly turned into a streamer and rushed into the green wood tree martial spirit.

The red light flashed, and a strong branch extended out of the green tree body. The branch was only about three meters thick and extended for about ten meters, which stopped.

The hot red awn diffused from the green tree and moved forward along the branches. Complex lines were carved on it. At the same time, a silver light flashed out at the same time and shrouded the branches.

"Please give me your advice."

The long voice came as like as two peas of sword on the ground, and a huge shadow of up to five meters. The appearance of the shadow was exactly the same as that of the sword.

He held the sword in one hand, and his body moved slightly as if following the supreme principle of heaven and earth. The huge seven kill sword seemed to be alive. At this moment, it seemed to empty all the surrounding forces.

The giant sword in his hand points to Chen Xiaoming, his wrist trembles slightly, and the seven swords are completed at one go. The whole seven strong sword lights drew a big kill word in front of the giant sword. The sword light broke the space and revealed different dimensions, so that each sword light was as dark as the abyss.

The sword fight Luo Chenxin didn't stop. He waved the seven kill giant sword in his hand, with the increase of the soul power of the seven treasure glass tower. He even waved six kill words. When the light of the sixth kill word sword flew out, he hesitated. The war was filled in his eyes, and a small sword flashed.

"Kill!"

In the last sword, the sword fight Luo Chen's heart empty shadow was compatible with the sword, turned into the sword's awn, turned into the seventh kill word, and went straight to Chen Xiaoming

At this moment, the whole sky became dark. The earth momentum blooming on the dark killing words made Tang San and others who were watching the war in the distance feel depressed and unconsciously mobilized their soul to resist.

He used the Ningfeng of Qibao's real body to make his eyebrows jump. He has been together for decades. He is naturally familiar with the moves of sword duel. Otherwise, how can he help him.

Now seeing that his seven swords are used, I can't help feeling a little worried.

At this point, it's impossible to stop. No matter who gets hurt, it's a troublesome thing.

"Buzz!"

The soft sound of the sword came from the seventh kill word. It was originally dark around the kill word. It was like a collapse of space, shrouded in a layer of darkness.

Stimulated by Chen Xiaoming's extreme Douluo, jiandouluo Chenxin broke through his own limit. At the moment, he only has a sword in his mind and can cut the sky.

Everything was left behind, and he seemed to be really turned into a sword. At this moment, the field of seven killing was slowly integrated into the word killing.

On the original dark kill words, since there is a faint light shining.

The sharp light of the kill word sword just crossed, leaving a deep hole in the ground. The air seemed to be cut off, making a harsh sound, and the space fell into darkness.

Tang San, master and others all looked at Chen Xiaoming at the moment. Facing such a strong move of sword fighting Luo Chenxin, they didn't know who else in the world could resist.

At the same time, Chen Xiaoming also stared at the seventh kill word that hit him, with unspeakable excitement in his eyes.

This seventh kill character combines the cultivation of sword Douluo Chenxin and his will of kendo. It can be said that this sword is no longer a kill character, but sword Douluo Chenxin himself.

A sword is a man, and a man is a sword.

At the moment, the sword fight Luo Chenxin has really reached the point of unity of man and sword.

"Ten thousand swords are hidden in the cold, ten thousand miles! There is no match for the fierce cutting magic sword."

The clear voice sounded in all directions, and Tang San and others in the distance were stunned.

"Thousands of swords have been hidden for decades. They haven't come out of their scabbard. When they turn back, meteors catch up with moonlight Jiuzhou."

The voice came again. This time, the people could hear it clearly. It came out of the green trees. Everyone was stunned. But then, the voice was higher and higher.

"For thousands of years, the sword will heal, and a corner will be free and unfettered.

Now I'm turning around. I'm full of sword Qi. I dare ask who dares to fight in the world! "

There was silence around. Tang San and others were completely stunned. Chen Xiaoming's soul filled voice echoed. It seemed that there was a sword fighting Luo and a sword shining in Kyushu.

"Hahaha, what a seven sword fight, what a sword fight."

The green tree swings its branches and leaves wildly, as if it had encountered a happy event in his life. Chen Xiaoming's excited words spread out.

"You deserve my real shot!"