Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

"What a good sword."

Looking at the deep wound on his finger, the man in black sighed.

Chang Qing, who was lying on the ground not far away, was also surprised when he saw this scene.

"The power of his move just now is beyond the reach of even many cultivators in the instant realm."

"But the aura he exudes is obviously only about the third turn of the instant."

"With only the cultivation of about the third turn of the instant, he can create the power comparable to that of a cultivator in a higher realm. This Yu Ling is simply overbearing and unreasonable."

Seeing that Chang Qing was getting more and more covetous, Dan Ji said in a slightly bewitching voice.

"How about it, are you tempted? Do you want it?"

"Sword cultivators are recognized as the strongest among cultivators of the same realm. Only those whose innate natal spirit is a sword spirit, or who have some special physique suitable for practicing swordsmanship, can become sword cultivators."

"And sword cultivators win in purity. They often do not carry extra spirits. Their innate sword spirits will continue to evolve as their cultivation increases. With just one sword, they can defeat the enemy."

She explained.

"Look at the sword marks it left on the body of the original body. It can't be restored immediately. I don't need to say more about how pure the sword intent contained in it is."

On the battlefield on the other side, as Dan Ji's voice fell, the sword marks on the black-clothed man's body began to slowly recover.

Changge adjusted his breathing slightly, stared at the black-clothed man in front of him, and estimated his chances of winning.

He had only practiced this innate spirit a few times, and he was not proficient in using it. He only relied on the swordsmanship he practiced in secret and the sword intent that the spirit was born with to fight the opponent.

Although it can cause damage, it seems that the man in black has an extraordinary recovery ability.

The hand that he cut off before, as well as the deep sword marks on his arms and chest, have now recovered as before.

Although this sword spirit is extremely domineering, it also consumes a lot of spiritual power. Changge cannot continue to fight for a long time.

Although his actual talent is the innate nine-turn, the speed of recovering spiritual power has reached the peak of his realm. In addition, he is in a place with abundant spiritual energy such as the spiritual vein, which can replenish spiritual energy at any time.

But it can't resist the consumption of the sword spirit.

Moreover, the opponent can also recover spiritual power in the spiritual vein, and it will be more disadvantageous to him if he continues to consume it.

Changge used his residual light to pass around.

Ling Yuhao and Ling Yuxing, their necks were broken and they were already dead.

Ling Yuwenyuan, who was seriously injured and her spirit was broken, had no fighting power.

Her guardian Xiaoyi had an obvious blood hole on her head, and she was deader than dead.

Ling Yu Changqing and Wei Yao fell to the ground. Although there were no external injuries on their bodies, their lives were unknown. Obviously, they could not be used as combat forces.

Now only the two brothers Ling Yu and Xuan Qi could help.

But they were healing practitioners, and the role they could play was very limited.

Changge had nowhere to retreat. There were still three people alive, and two people whose lives were unknown. He could not take everyone away with him.

He could only stay and fight to the death to kill the evil cultivator.

Since the self-healing ability of the man in black was so strong, he would cut off his head and kill him completely.

"The sword is cold and dark, and it is cast with Kunlun. The three absolutes are in the sword, and it is powerful!"

Changge chanted loudly, and the sword in his hand also became brighter with the silver light of the imperial spirit above his head.

In the flashing silver light, the sword in his hand became extremely huge and wide, and the sword body changed from three feet long to two people high.

In a blink of an eye, the sword that originally flashed with a cold light turned into a huge heavy sword with a dim light, but simple and heavy.

Changge wielded a heavy sword that was taller than him and rushed towards the man in black.

Unlike the previous gorgeous swordsmanship, each of his strikes was solid and powerful, like a huge tsunami hitting the reef, with boundless oppression.

Rather than saying that he swung the sword to cut, it would be better to say that he was using the heavy sword to smash the man in black.

With a loud "boom", the heavy sword hit the man in black without deviation.

The man in black did not dodge, but punched forward, and for a moment, there was a sound of metal interlacing.

Changge turned around, flipped the heavy sword, and smashed down like a mountain again.

When the sword in his hand turned into a heavy sword, it seemed that even Changge's own strength became extremely huge.

The two of them were both very aggressive, without any fancy moves or unnecessary things, just a real show of strength.

Changge changed his moves, and the heavy sword circled around his body, like a sun, and swung it horizontally at the man in black.

The man in black stretched out his hands and actually grabbed the sword that Changge was swinging.

With a "bang".

A huge buzzing sound resounded throughout the forest, and the powerful force rolled up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground and flew them into the air.

When the dust and fallen leaves were all gone, the man in black actually grabbedChangge's heavy sword.

His fingers were like eagle claws, clamping the heavy sword that was even bigger than him, and Changge could not pull it back any more.

"The sword is cold and rustling, and it is cast to gallop. The three swords are inserted into the sword, swift!"

As he hummed, the heavy sword in his hand shattered, and then turned into dots of light, gathering between his hands.

The light dissipated, and a pair of shining short swords appeared in his hands.

Changge quickly retreated, pulling the distance between him and the man in black.

Then his speed became as fast as lightning, and the two broken swords in his hands were like flying silver dragons, surrounding him.

In an instant, he left countless fine wounds on the back of the man in black.

"It's very fast, but unfortunately, it cuts off."

In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the man in black came, and his hands actually covered his neck one after another, and on the back of his hands, there was a deep wound that could see the bone.

Changge's heart trembled. He had just made many false moves to cover up the real killing moves of the two swords, hoping to cut off the opponent's head with one blow, but he didn't expect that he was still discovered.

Not far away, Changqing was watching this "wonderful" battle.

Although he asked Mo Tong to deliberately let him go, Changqing had to admit that Changge, who showed all his strength, was a terrifying existence.

If his opponent was not Mo Tong, and was not a body of the evil lord who had condensed hundreds of years of cultivation, he would probably have won long ago.

In the instant realm, he fought against Mo Tong, who could match the instant realm, across two realms, and almost won.

Changqing thought about how amazing a true genius would be, but he didn't expect that Changge's amazing talent would far exceed his expectations.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough to test his true cultivation in advance, and Mo Tong, the thug, was also strong enough to be foolproof.

Otherwise, perhaps his plan would really change because of Changge's amazing performance.

"This kid's sword spirit is very special. Not only is it top-grade, but it also has different transformation abilities. What a pity..."

In her mind, Dan Ji sighed.

"What a pity."

Chang Qing asked curiously.

"What a pity! These little tricks of his are just the abilities of the spirit, not real swordsmanship."

"At best, they can only be regarded as juggling."