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Chapter 979
Shangguan Changkong refused Xu Ming's request to make a move, allowing the purple flying sword to pierce through his chest.

But this master of swordsmanship in the Wuhen Sword Palace also relied on this bloody courage to hold the purple flying sword in his hand.

Jianfeng also cut his palms to pieces, but at this moment, Shangguan Changkong seemed to have completely lost his sense of pain.

The wanton coldness in his eyes was replaced by softness at this moment, and the words "Xiao Mei" made Xu Ming guess something.

And Wu Changsheng also showed surprise on his face, because the connection between him and the Flying Plum Sword was actually severed.

No matter how powerful he is, he can't move the flying sword at all. He doesn't know what heresy magic technique Shangguan Changkong used to cut off the connection between the two.

Wu Changsheng also recalled the incident between Shangguan Changkong and Na Mei Jiu in his mind. Thinking of this, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of vitality-containing blood that turned into a monstrous blood mist.

With one finger extended, it also took advantage of the situation to outline and form a strange talisman.

Xu Ming recognized at a glance that the talisman drawn with blood was a unique blood slave method, forcibly arranging a blood contract with the soul of the same caster.

Xu Ming knew this long-lost blood slave method from the classics in the Beacon Temple.

It was precisely because it was too cruel that heaven and earth could not tolerate it, so it was lost.

Most of this blood slave method comes to inspire weapons. It seems that this purple flying sword can be so sharp because it must have been sacrificed to a monk with an inherently powerful soul.

Judging from Shangguan Changkong's reaction, most likely the person who was sacrificed had a great relationship with him.

"Little bitch, I didn't expect you to be unable to forget him. I really admire you."

As Wu Changsheng spoke, he activated the talisman carved by the blood slave method, and at this moment, the purple flying sword that had stopped trembling began to tremble violently again.

The blood-colored talisman also appeared on the sword, which seemed to have a strange echo with it.

Even Shangguan Changkong couldn't hold onto it, and that Feijian had no intention of retreating at the moment.

The sword edge pierced Shangguan Changkong's body inch by inch, and the creaking sound of the sword edge and the bones in his body could even be heard.

"Hmph, dying in the hands of this bitch seems to be your wish all along, isn't it?"

The look on Wu Changsheng's face also made Shangguan Changkong furious, but Shangguan Changkong, who was trying his best to resist the sharpness of the flying sword, would not have the time to kill Wu Changsheng.

Besides, he didn't want to harm Zhemei Feijian at all!
He could clearly feel that there was a familiar aura hidden in the Zhemei Feijian, and at this moment, the sound that fell into his ears completely broke this strong man.

"Long sky, don't do this, you will die."

The long-lost concern completely melted this strong man's heart as hard as iron.
"Xiaomei, how are you doing these days?"

Shangguan Changkong also knew everything that happened that year after discovering the aura on the Flying Plum Sword.

It turns out that the reason why Mei Jiu disappeared in the first place was because she was bewitched by Wu Changsheng and became the weapon spirit in this flying sword.

Wu Changsheng also used the rumored blood slave method extremely viciously, successfully controlling Mei Jiu's soul firmly in his hands.

It is reasonable to say that with Mei Jiu's talent, she would not be able to become the core disciple of the Wuhen Sword Palace, which is as strong as a cloud, but Wu Changsheng saw Mei Jiu's extremely pure soul, and she is the perfect candidate for the weapon spirit. ,

That's why he used his methods in secret. Shangguan Changkong felt an uncontrollable pain in his heart when he thought of this.

He never dreamed that Elder Wu, whom he usually respected, would use this trick to refine the one he loved into a weapon spirit.

Today, no matter whether there is a new enemy, he will kill it with his own hands!
But right now, counting new and old injuries together, he is no match for Wu Changsheng, and besides, there are a lot of Sword Palace people behind him.

Holding the Spring and Autumn Sword in his hand, he became the target of public criticism, but at the same time that Shangguan Changkong was in a dilemma, Xu Ming stood in front of him.

Turning his back to him, he said slowly.

"What you owe me today, you have to pay back tomorrow!"

At the moment when Shangguan Changkong didn't react, the scorching fire in his hand once again severed the connection between Wu Changsheng and the purple flying sword that he had worked so hard to establish with the blood slave method.

His complexion changed drastically, and Xu Ming, who raised his sword, didn't give Wu Changsheng any chance of survival.

The long sword in his hand was filled with endless mysteries. The simple sword light made Wu Changsheng dare not be careless.

"Boy, do you really want to be an enemy of my Wuhen Sword Palace!"

Xu Ming sneered after hearing this.

"Hmph, go with peace of mind."

Wu Changsheng's eyes were filled with anger, and a green light emerged from his sleeves.

The blade of the Excalibur is extremely soft, like a noodle that can't be pulled apart.

Coupled with Wu Changsheng's strange and strange sword moves, Xu Ming really made it difficult to deal with.

In the blink of an eye, the blade that looked like noodles but was extremely sharp also left several deep sword marks on Xu Ming's body.

The sword goes slanted, that's what he said.

But not long after Wu Changsheng was proud, Xu Ming threw the long sword in his hand, and then a bloody light came from nowhere.

A flying sword was wrapped in the blood, and it struck behind Wu Changsheng in the blink of an eye.

The speed of the flying sword driven by Xu Ming's astonishing will was second to none.

Although it doesn't have the ability of Zhemei Feijian to jump into the void, its sharpness cannot be compared with that of Zhemei Feijian.

But an arm suddenly grew out of Wu Changsheng's back, and what he held on the protruding hand was Ouyang Liu's Leiyuan Sword!

The power of thunder and punishment contained in it was also accompanied by the collision of the sword light and the soul-breaking flying sword.

Although Xu Mingfeijian barely blocked Xu Mingfeijian's killing method, the extra arm was still cut by the sharp edge of Duanpofeijian.

But the blood that flowed out was the same as that of the monster race, purple-brown!

This is the most direct way to identify monsters, and seeing this, all the disciples and elders of Sword Palace were shocked.

"Monster clan, Wu Changsheng you!!!"

"What's going on here!!"

Of the five elders who made the move earlier, the leader also shouted sharply.

But what responded to him was an extremely stern sword light, and this person was caught off guard by Wu Changsheng who cut off his arm.

"What are you talking about? If anyone says another word, he will end up like this person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the elder's broken wound suddenly revealed a thick purple-black color.

Then there was a stench, and before anyone else could react, the Sword Palace elder suddenly turned into a puddle of pus.

The essence of flesh and blood in his body had already been swallowed up by Wu Changsheng.

While Wu Changsheng's aura rose sharply, there was also a demonic aura that belonged to the demon clan on his face.

Who would have thought that the seemingly iron-clad Wuhen Sword Palace would be so eroded by the demon clan!
(End of this chapter)