Chapter 1401 Sword Spirit Ten Thousand Punishments

After hearing Xu Yang's words, Qing Guzi was stunned for a moment and thought to himself:

"Xu Yang's methods are very cunning. What is he going to bet with me on? He was able to defeat Yaksha Dragon Snake and Ping Yunjun, two strong men at the peak of the virtual fairyland, probably using some kind of trap. Could he be trying to do the same thing again this time? He Although his soul power is much stronger than that of monks of the same level, it is still at the level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, and can only be regarded as half-step to the Void Immortal Realm at best. My Qingguzi is best at swordsmanship. If he bets on other things with me, I will. Refuse on the spot.”

The old man in soap robe carefully looked at the young man in green across from him, and his eyes finally caught the black and white book on the other side's head.

The old Taoist secretly made up his mind:

"No matter what nonsense Xu Yang, the treacherous man, talks about next, I saw the right moment and stabbed him with a sword. I am not the two fools like Yaksha Dragon Snake and Ping Yunjun. I must get this treasure of the Book of Life and Death. "

The old Taoist raised a fake smile at the corner of his mouth and said slowly: "Xu Yang, what do you want to bet with me?"

When Xu Yang saw the old Taoist's eyes falling on his black and white book, he knew that he was greedy.

"If a person's greed is magnified, his weaknesses will be exposed. I only need to grasp his weaknesses and give him a powerful blow, and I may win this bet..."

Xu Yang smiled confidently and said loudly: "Let's compete in swordsmanship! How about betting on winning or losing in swordsmanship?"

Qing Guzi was stunned again when he heard this, and then felt a burst of joy in his heart:

"What? Did I hear you right? Is this Xu Yang too arrogant? He wants to compete with me in swordsmanship? Our Qinglian Dojo has always been proud of swordsmanship, and swordsmanship is my specialty in the world of immortal cultivation in Zhongyuan Continent, Qingguzi. Skill. Since this kid doesn't mind having a long life, I will fulfill his wish. When I get the book of life and death, I will have the opportunity to reach the realm of divine extension, and I can hope for the path to true immortality."

Qing Guzi looked up at the sky, with spring flowers twinkling in his sunken eye sockets.

"My brother has a soul in heaven. It has always been our dream to become a true swordsman. I have not forgotten my promise to you. Let me fulfill this dream for you."

The white lotus sword hidden in Qing Guzi's right arm flashed quietly and made a faint sword cry.

Qing Guzi looked at Xu Yang again, his eyes turned cold, and he said loudly: "Xu Yang, don't regret it. In terms of swordsmanship, I will take this bet."

Xu Yang clapped his hands and said: "Very good! If I lose next, the book of black and white above my head will be presented with both hands. Of course, the book of black and white has signed a soul contract with me. Once the book of black and white is forcibly taken away, I will My soul will be torn apart, so I will give it my all, Master Qing Guzi, don’t you hold anything back?”

"Hmph!" Qing Guzi snorted coldly, "Young man, if you overestimate your capabilities, you will suffer a loss. I am a swordsman, so this time I will let you draw the sword first."

After saying that, Qing Guzi put away the thousand silk whisk in his left hand, and made sword fingers with his right hand. There was a faint white sword energy puffing out from the fingertips, like a white lotus spitting pistil.

Xu Yang shook his head vigorously: "No, no, no."

Qing Guzi said: "What? Are you regretting it now?"

Xu Yang put his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest, and said:

"The way of the sword is the way of sharpness. But just competing with the sharpness of the sword in your hand is really inferior. The way of the sword, the best one, is the sword spirit. This time, I want to compete with you in the sword spirit. You won't dare. Accept the challenge?"

When Qing Guzi heard this, he was stunned again and thought:

"This Xu Yang is really ignorant. I thought he would take out some special ghost sword to attack me, so I asked him to draw the sword first so that he could judge how to deal with it. But he wanted to compete with me in sword spirit. Sword Spirit It is the spiritual wisdom of the sword, and the power that the sword spirit can display depends entirely on the soul power and mental state of the sword master, and the soul power and mental state of the sword cultivator are usually stronger than those of monks of the same level."

Qing Guzi couldn't help laughing, and then said:

"Xu Yang, let me remind you again, I am a sword cultivator, and my sword spirit skills are unparalleled in the world. All opponents who have seen my sword spirit have become dead without exception. Are you sure you want to compete with me in sword spirit? ?"

Xu Yang smiled slightly and said firmly: "I'm sure."

As he spoke, he looked at the small black sword hanging in the space of his Zi Mansion using inner vision.

"Devil May Cry Sword, I know you are a psychic sword and a spiritual sword. Whether I can win today's bet depends entirely on you."

I saw the sword finger of Xu Yang's right hand gently pointing out, a black light swirling on the fingertip, and a dark long sword emerged from the black light.

The surface of the sword body was covered with broken lines, and it vibrated and made a buzzing sound like a ghost weeping.

Xu Yang silently recited the magic formula to exorcise ghosts and dispatch spirits in his heart, and the magic power in the spiritual veins of heavenly ghosts in his body surged like a tide.

Crash, the Devil May Cry sword shattered.

Amidst the churning black energy, a giant ghost figure with wings on its back appeared.

The magic formula popped out in Xu Yang's hand, and the ghost magician held his big belly and sucked it in sharply.

A black wind rolled out, penetrated the space, and reached the black prison of the underworld.

In the black prison of the underworld, countless great ghost kings are sucked into the mouths of the great ghosts like small fishes being swallowed by whales.

The full body of the big sky ghost swirled and turned into a ball of black wind.

When the black wind stopped swirling, the big sky ghost disappeared, and a man in black robe appeared in the place.

The man in black robe has a slender figure and a handsome appearance. His long black hair is scattered around his shoulders. There is a light golden ghost curse mark on the surface of his exposed white neck. The ghostly aura lingers around him in black robe, and the whole person is like an ink illusion.

What is striking is that a black sword-shaped mark between his eyebrows is shining brightly, just like the third magic eye.

When the black-robed man appeared, he stretched himself, then turned to look at Xu Yang, his eyes lit up. "You must be my new master."

Xu Yang patted his chest and said, "It's me, Xu Yang."

"Master, you have the Book of Life and Death on your head, wow," the black-robed man gave a thumbs up, "A tasteful book, a tasteful shape, a tasteful master, I like it."

"I don't want to carry this thing..." Xu Yang rolled his eyes and said loudly, "Okay, today you helped me win this sword spirit competition, I will also give you a tasteful book. But there is only one book of life and death, I can give you a copy of the Tathagata Sutra handwritten by my good friend."

"The Tathagata Sutra, just by the name, you know it is a book that you can't understand. But? Books that you can't understand are tasteful," the black-robed man stroked his hair in front of his forehead, "My name is Wan Xing, I am a sword spirit with the power of ten thousand ghosts. But? Compared to being a sword spirit, I prefer to be a tasteful person."

Xu Yang and Wan Xing smiled at each other, clapped their hands, and chatted.

"Wan Xing, we two tasteful men finally meet."

"Master Xu Yang, I thought the popular hair style in the underworld this year was simple and loose hair. I realized that mine was outdated when I saw your hairstyle. A book on your head makes you look knowledgeable and tasteful. Why didn't I think of it earlier?"

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"Yeah, I didn't think of it before. Can I say that I didn't mean it?"

"Master Xu Yang, you are so low-key. Maybe this is the connotation."

...

Qing Guzi on the opposite side was shocked when he saw Xu Yang use the Devil Cry Sword.

"That black long sword can summon the Great Heavenly Ghost Dharma Image. It must be the Devil Cry Sword of the Heavenly Ghost Sect! It is said that this sword is the first sharp artifact of the Heavenly Ghost Sect. I didn't expect it to be on Xu Yang. No wonder he wants to compete with me in swordsmanship."

When Qing Guzi saw Xu Yang summon the sword spirit Wan Xing with the Devil Cry Sword, his heart was beating fast.

"This summoned sword spirit has a pure ghost spirit physique, and the oppressive feeling brought by its soul power is comparable to that of the previous Wheel of Hades."

"These two guys are chatting happily, and they don't take me seriously at all. Well, let me take some time to adjust my breath before summoning the sword spirit to fight with it."

Qing Guzi simply sat cross-legged with his hands clasped.

...

Wan Xing said: "Master Xu Yang, why are you getting paler and paler."

Xu Yang touched his face with his hand and said: "Really? It may be because of the cold weather. Oh, let me drink some wine to warm my body first."

As he said, Xu Yang took off the wine gourd on his waist, took a few gulps of nightmare beast spirit wine, and his face was slightly rosy.

Wan Xing said, "Master, your face is really rosy."

Xu Yang handed over the wine gourd and said, "Do you want to have a sip?"

Wan Xing waved his hand and said, "I'd rather not come. I don't feel cold, I'm a little hot. Besides, as a sword spirit, I never drink. If I get drunk, my spirit will be lost, and the power of the Ten Thousand Ghosts in my body will also be lost."

Xu Yang tied the wine gourd around his waist.

Wan Xing said: "Master Xu Yang, the wine gourd on your waist looks very tasteful."

Xu Yang said: "Of course, a real drunkard will always carry a wine gourd with him. This is the taste of a drunkard."

Wan Xing said: "I am the sword ghost, and you are the wine ghost, it's fate."

Xu Yang smiled and didn't answer, but he was calculating in his heart:

"Any sword spirit summoned by the Devil Cry Sword will burn and absorb the soul power of the sword master at any time. Wan Xing has the power of ten thousand ghosts, which consumes ten times more soul power than the Qianzhi sword spirit summoned before. It took me a cup of tea to chat with him, and I lost half of my soul power. I can only drive him for a limited time."

Xu Yang pointed his hand across and said loudly: "Master Qing Guzi, what are you doing sitting there? Our competition has begun, hurry up and summon your sword spirit."

Qing Guzi stood up.

"Xu Yang kid, don't be arrogant, watch me summon the sword spirit."

Qing Guzi raised one arm high, and the white lotus mark flashed wildly in his arm. Immediately, a white short sword emerged in the mysterious light.

"White Lotus Holy Sword, Sword Spirit Summoning, Nine Peaks of Qinglian, Divine Power Returns to Xuan...", Qing Guzi said confidently.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The White Lotus Holy Sword made a sword sound, as crisp as a dragon's roar.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, a huge green lotus shadow appeared on the top of the nine peaks of the Qinglian Dojo.

The nine green lotus shadows connected into a formation, swallowing and spitting out the avenue of heaven and earth, and gathered a huge spiritual power vortex in the sky.

...

In the sky above the Lost Soul Valley, a spiritual power vortex suddenly appeared, and nine green lotus shadows fell in the vortex.

Qing Guzi saw the right time and threw the White Lotus Holy Sword in his hand.

The White Lotus Holy Sword landed steadily in the middle of the nine green lotus shadows, spinning and absorbing the green lotus divine power.

Instantly, the White Lotus Sword shone with spiritual light, and when the spiritual light faded, the White Lotus Sword transformed into a man with white hair and white robe.

The facial features of the white-robed man were somewhat similar to those of Taoist Qingguzi, with fleshless cheeks and deep eye sockets, probably what Taoist Qingguzi looked like when he was young.

Between his eyebrows, a green lotus mark flashed with a different brilliance.

Qingguzi said proudly: "My sword spirit is transformed by the power of the Nine Mountains, named Jiufeng."

When the black and white sword spirits saw each other from a distance, they immediately became filled with unparalleled sword energy.

Without waiting for orders from their respective masters, they disappeared in place.

The next moment, in the void, two sword spirits, black and white, were fighting together.

The two sides chased each other, their figures shuttled and jumped disorderly in the void, and collided dozens of times in the blink of an eye.

The sound was like two thunderbolts clashing against each other, and the shape was like black and white watercolors thrown on the canvas in the sky.

The collision spilled out lines of black and white sword energy that streaked between the sky and the earth. The mountain peaks were cut in half, the earth was split into canyons, and the rivers were flooded with water.

The two fought inextricably, and soon it was a hundred rounds.

At this time, the black and white sword spirits collided again, and both sides jumped away. Their eyes looked at each other with determination.

The black sword spirit put his hands together, and a black tiger head seal rotated.

"Secret Technique of Sword Spirit - Eighteen Dark Tigers!"

The sword energy spurted out, and eighteen huge black tigers transformed into one and rushed forward.

The white sword spirit on the opposite side also put his hands together, and a green lotus seal swirled.

"The Secret Technique of Sword Spirit - Eighteen Green Lotus!"

The sword swirled and turned into eighteen green lotuses and shot out.

Black and white collided eighteen times in succession, and the sound of sword energy exploding was like thunder.

In the fierce wind, the black and white sword spirits each retreated a hundred feet, and they were evenly matched.

At this moment, the mana in Xu Yang's heavenly ghost spiritual veins was already boiling. The index finger of his right hand was shaking involuntarily, and his soul power output had reached a limit.

"This Sword Spirit Ten Thousand Punishments is certainly powerful, but it consumes too much of the sword master's soul power. The time limit for how long I can control him is coming soon, so I must fight quickly."

Xu Yang pretended to be relaxed and said loudly:

"Old Master Qing Guzi, how about I, the Sword Spirit of the Underworld, possess the power of all ghosts? I will fight you for three days and three nights, but I won't lose to you."

Qing Guzi frowned and thought in his mind:

"The foundation of this ghost sword spirit is much stronger than I expected, and its explosive power is no worse than my Jiufeng sword spirit. These two sword spirits really fought for three days and three nights, and the outcome is really hard to say. In this case , wouldn’t it be better to take advantage of my cultivation and use the power of law to directly kill the opponent with one strike.”

Qing Guzi said loudly:

"This kind of direct sword spirit competition is simply too boring. The highest secret of sword spirit control is the fusion of the sword master and the sword spirit. Xu Yang, since we are fighting sword spirits today, how about we go straight to the highest level? do you dare?"

Xu Yang narrowed his eyes and said, "Come on? Why don't you dare?"