My brother is too strong.

The space was shaking, the red storm was howling, and Jian Wanshan was like seeing a ghost.

"No, it's impossible!"

Jian Wanshan screamed sharply, feeling as if he was dreaming.

This was the eighth-level magic weapon left by his Jian family ancestor.

This was a world of its own, and the power left by the ancestors of the Jian family could make the people of the Jian family call themselves gods here.

Although it was not a domain, it was almost the same as a domain.

Here, the power left by the ancestors of the Jian family should be invincible.

No matter how powerful and cunning this human being Lu Shaoqing was, he could not stir up any waves.

The result!

Not only could the power he controlled not do anything to Lu Shaoqing, but it seemed to devour Lu Shaoqing, forming a more terrifying power.

The red light illuminated the space, and the scorching temperature seemed to make the space burn.

The howling storm was a storm of death in Jian Wanshan's eyes.

He was panicked and terrified.

He had always thought that the eighth-level magic weapon of the Jian family, the treasure of the clan left by the ancestor, was invincible.

As a result, his invincibility was broken, and he was considered to have a stable mind as long as he didn't collapse.

Feeling terrible, Jian Wanshan shouted in panic, "Sword, Master Sword Spirit, help, help!"

"Hmph!"

A cold snort, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

The huge storm dissipated, and the space returned to calm.

"Oh?" Lu Shaoqing's voice came, "Do you have a backup plan?"

Lu Shaoqing was very calm, and the Shocking Spirit Technique was perfect.

As the storm dissipated, Jian Wanshan's figure appeared, and there was another figure in front of him.

A child.

Although he was a child, he gave people a gloomy atmosphere.

Looking at him made me feel uncomfortable.

When Mo Jun saw the child, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed at the child and said, "Come, let me take a bite, just one bite."

Mo Jun's saliva was about to flow out.

Lu Shaoqing also felt that the child was the sword spirit of the Soul Burial Sword.

Lv Shaoqing waved at it, "Come, let uncle hug you."

"Die!"

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit didn't waste any words and pointed at Lv Shaoqing.

Lv Shaoqing was immediately hit hard, as if an invisible long sword had stabbed him fiercely.

With a "puff!", he flew backwards, blood splattering.

"Fuck!"

Lv Shaoqing immediately covered his head and gritted his teeth, in great pain.

He even felt that his soul was hit.

Indescribable pain spread throughout his body.

He felt the pain caused by the external injury, and the pain from the depths of his soul.

It was unbearable.

If Lv Shaoqing's heart was not strong, he would have collapsed or even destroyed under such severe pain.

Jian Wanshan saw this scene and had the urge to sing a song.

He waved his fist fiercely, excited.

Although it is the blessing and investment of the ancestors of all generations, there is actually only one owner here, that is, the sword spirit of the Soul Burial Sword.

It is the god here.

The illusory figures before were not the real ancestors of the Sword Family, but the phantoms that the Soul Burial Sword Spirit allowed Jian Wanshan to call upon.

Jian Wanshan's proud voice sounded, "You have some means, but that's all."

"The power of Lord Sword Spirit is far beyond your imagination."

"The power I just used was less than 10% of Lord Sword Spirit."

"You are dead!"

"Hmph!"

The sword spirit of the Soul Burial Sword attacked again.

"Puff!"

Lv Shaoqing was hurt again, and blood spurted again.

"Fuck, what a cruel little devil." Lv Shaoqing was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Just wait, I'll beat the shit out of you later."

"Hmph!"

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit attacked again.

The invisible force appeared instantly.

"Bang!"

Lv Shaoqing flew backwards, but he did not spit blood this time and was not hurt at all.

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit was startled, with a look of surprise on his face.

A barrier appeared on Lu Shaoqing's body, and its attack did not work.

Jian Wanshan's eyes widened, "How is it possible?"

"Nothing is impossible!"

Lv Shaoqing jumped up and cursed, "The same moves have no effect on me."

"Come on, it's my turn."

Lv Shaoqing raised his head, smiled coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit raised his eyebrows, and his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Lv Shaoqing pounced on nothing, "Why are you running so fast?"

"Come, let your uncle hug you!"

"Stupid!" The Soul Burial Sword Spirit sneered, and a force appeared.

It blocked and imprisoned Lu Shaoqing.

But it was useless to Lu Shaoqing. Lu Shaoqing just moved his mind and broke the blockade of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit.

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit's expression changed slightly, and Jian Wanshan, who was watching the battle, felt his scalp tingling.

The Soul Burial Sword has the origin of the Sword Family's ancestors.The continuous input of power and the spiritual consciousness gathered into a powerful force.

In the Burial Soul Realm, the power of the Burial Soul Sword is already invincible.

But Lu Shaoqing can easily dissolve the power of the Burial Soul Sword Spirit.

What does it mean? It means that Lu Shaoqing's spiritual consciousness is stronger than the spiritual consciousness left by his ancestors of the Jian family.

Jian Wanshan felt that this world was very outrageous.

How could there be such a powerful person in this world?

Jian Wanshan was shocked, and Lu Shaoqing did take the initiative to attack the elves.

His figure flashed repeatedly, as fast as lightning, constantly chasing the Burial Soul Sword Spirit.

However, this is the home ground of the Burial Soul Sword Spirit. It only needs to move its mind to appear at any position here.

Lu Shaoqing was empty every time.

"You can't catch up with me."

The Burial Soul Sword Spirit sounded coldly and emotionlessly, "This is my world, you will run out of power sooner or later."

"When that time comes, you die!"

At the same time, it is constantly launching counterattacks.

Although he couldn't do anything to Lu Shaoqing, he could consume Lu Shaoqing's strength.

Jian Wanshan felt relieved when he heard this.

That's right, even if Lu Shaoqing was weird, this was the place where the Soul Burial Sword Spirit lived. If the two sides continued to fight, Lu Shaoqing would definitely fall in the end.

Jian Wanshan immediately sneered, "Accept your fate, you are not the opponent of the Sword Spirit."

"Your fate is already determined."

"You can't catch up with the Sword Spirit, and you are not its opponent..."

As soon as the words fell, the space here suddenly trembled violently.

"Ah..." The Soul Burial Sword Spirit made a sound of participation.