"Xingchan asked me for help, but I haven't figured out how the Danqing Sword Book has stored the sword weapon yet. How can I help?"

Li Buzhuo's heart moved, unfolded the painting of the sword, found the picture of the Shocked Cicada Sword, and reached into it.

The sword scripture seems to be nothingness, empty, only the hilt of the striking cicada sword is very stable.

At this time, the sword spirit came to a sense, as if it was about to settle into Li Buzhuo's consciousness. Li Buzhuo was surprised. In the past, he used his sword technique to dispatch the sword spirit to control the sword, but at this moment he turned around.

After a moment of surprise, Li Buzhuo simply let go of his mind and involuntarily pinched the sword technique with his left hand.

For a moment, a suction force suddenly came from the sword, pulling Li Buzhuo's mind into it, and Li Buzhuo felt a darkness in front of him.

Cold, falling.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a gray area around him, as if covered with fog that was too thick to melt. Li Buzhuo shook his foot and stood firm.

"Is this in the painting?" Li Buzhuo looked around and murmured to himself.

"Danqing, is...it is the Danqing Sword Realm..."

The ethereal sound came into my ears, and the pronunciation was difficult and stiff. Li Buzhuo's hand was heavy. When he looked down, he saw that it was the Shocking Cicada Sword, but the shape of the Shocking Cicada Sword at this time was neither real nor virtual, as if it was condensed from ink.

"Can you speak?" Li Buzhuo asked.

"Speak, speak, can..."

The sound came again. At this moment, Li Buzhuo found that the sound of the sword spirit was like it was directly sounding in his ears. Li Buzhuo looked down and saw that his body was also blurred.

"I guess this is your sword spirit body. In this way, you are about to manifest your spiritual form. Do you lead me in and want me to help you devour the spirituality of other sword weapons?"

"Help……"

The sword spirit said vaguely.

"How to help?" Li Buzhuo looked around and suddenly felt alert.

Swish!

The tip of the sword pierced the thick fog, and then the figure holding the sword highlighted his figure from the thick fog. He was a swordsman with a high hair and a tall crown, with a distorted face as fog.

"Is it Yinyuan?"

Li Buzhuo recognized that the sword weapon in the swordsman's hand was the Yinyuan Sword in the Painting Sword Book. Could this swordsman be the original owner of the Yinyuan Sword?

Without thinking too much, I lifted my sword and hanged it, stirred it, and a clang sound, and the sword weapon in the swordsman's hand was shocked and swept away.

Li Buzhuo stepped forward and poked the swordsman's heart through.

The swordsman's body first dissipated, and his robe and crown had no support. He hung it on the Jingchan Sword, turning into ink energy and flowing into it. In an instant, the sword spirit's body became three points more solid and clear.

Li Buzhuo knew that in the Danqing Sword Realm where this sword spirit is located, as long as you kill other sword spirits, you can plunder their spirituality and enhance yourself.

"It is worthy of being the sword spirit refined by the Six Sword Sacrifices. It is so fierce." Li Buzhuo flicked the sword in front of his sword. "Thanks to this method that has fallen into Li Wujiu's hands, otherwise it is unknown who will die or who will live."

"Harry, harassment, what?"

After plundering a little spirituality, the Sword Spirit of the Shocked Cicada was rarely smoother in his words.

"What would you do if someone scolds you and insults you?" Li Buzhuo asked.

"No, no..." Jian Ling said in a daze.

"Who insulted me and scolded me?"

"Kill." Jian Ling said confidently.

"It turns out that the enemy is very strong." Li Buzhuo pulled his sword to the ground, "Fortunately, the sword is about people, otherwise you would have caused me a lot of trouble."

"I, I don't, no trouble..." Jian Ling replied timidly.

"Hahaha." Li Buzhuo laughed wildly for a while, "Don't worry, I will help you condense your spiritual form."

As soon as the words were finished, laughter attracted the enemy, and a cold blade appeared quietly behind Li Buzhuo.

Li Buzhuo didn't look back and turned his head back.

When I turned my head, I saw an empty robe falling and disappearing.

Li Buzhuo tried to pinch the sword technique, but he could not activate the six swords. In this life, he activated the flying sword with the help of the sword spirit, but in the Danqing Sword Realm, he lost this help.

When I closed my sword, I looked around and heard the sound of gold and iron fighting from time to time in the thick fog. I could vaguely see the figure holding the sword fighting.

After a while of observation, although their faces were blurred, judging from their figure, there were men, women, young and old, and their swordsmanship methods were different.

Not far away, a woman wearing a wrist bell was fighting with a man in a straw raincoat. Judging from her figure, she was all sword spirits with weak spirituality. As soon as Li Buzhuo approached, suddenly, the two men in fierce battle stopped and rushed towards Li Buzhuo. Li Buzhuo felt a stern.

"The Jingchan Sword's spiritual energy is the most powerful, so they decided to join forces to deal with me? I didn't expect that these sword spirits also knew that they also had the will of the original owner of the sword weapon?"

If injured, it will damage the body of the sword spirit, and Li Buzhuo takes a step back temporarily.

The woman's swordsmanship was quite unique, and the points were opened and closed, like writing, but although it was beautiful and elegant, it was easy to see through. Li Buzhuo's footwork was not messy, and he avoided her three swords. At the same time, he pointed the weakest force below the man's sword tip of the straw raincoat, bringing the sword to the woman.

When the woman was hiding, Li Buzhuo wiped her neck with a sword.

Another spin, Li Buzhuo was so arrogant that the man's arms were beyond reach, and he inserted the cicada into his heart.

When drawing the sword, the spirituality of the two sword spirits was absorbed by the body of the sword spirit where Li Buzhuo's mind was settled.

"Twenty-one, 18..." The voice of the sword spirit sounded again.

"You said there are still the spirituality of eighteen sword weapons left?" Li Buzhuo asked.

"17, 16... and others are also killing..." Jian Ling said anxiously.

Li Buzhuo stopped asking, searching around with the sound in the fog, and suddenly saw a figure passing by not far away. In terms of the strength of spiritual energy, only under the shock of the cicadas, this man was wearing gorgeous clothes, with long hair messy hair, holding a long sword in his hand, full of murderous aura.

"Li Wujiu?"

Although this person's face was replaced by a twisted and rolling mist, Li Buzhuo still recognized that what he was holding was the Chongxuan Sword that Li Wujiu used before his death.

Li Wujiu saw the sword spirit body where Li Buzhuo was in his mind, but he escaped without saying a word.

After staying in the Danqing Sword Realm for a while, Li Buzhuo knew that these human forms were just the spiritual manifestation of the sword weapon, and their form was similar to the original owner of the sword weapon. Now it seems that the instinct of the sword spirit is somewhat similar to that of the original owner, and he also knows to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Li Buzhuo shouted lightly and caught up in a few steps.

It is better than Li Wujiu in the sword realm. At this moment, in the Danqing Sword Realm, the sword spirit body controlled by his mind is also the strongest among them.

When he stabbed the sword spirit in the back of his heart, he saw through the sword he was returning to his defense. Li Buzhuo's sword force stopped and passed by Li Wujiu, he kicked him into the knee.

Taking advantage of Li Wujiu's figure shaking, Li Buzhuo opened the Chongxuan Sword with one sword and beheaded the sword spirit.

The spirituality of Chongxuan Sword and Sword Artifact is second only to the cicada at this time. When the spirituality is taken away, Li Buzhuo looked down and saw that the body of the sword spirit suddenly solidified, like a living person.

"Fifteen, fifteen, kill, kill again..."

The voice of the sword spirit cheered.

"The spirituality at this time is enough to make you manifest your spiritual form." Li Buzhuo put away his sword, "It is not easy for the sword weapon to produce spirituality, so stop now."
Chapter completed!