Supreme Dragon Soul.

Chapter 637 Ghost Shadow Nine Absolute Sword, the sword is a killing weapon!
Appearing in front of Zhou Yunqing was a thin young man dressed in black.

His face was extremely pale, devoid of any color, and his eyes were lifeless. He gave off an even colder feeling than the Blood Nether Cult disciples, a coldness that penetrated deep into the soul!
"Qi Yu! It's you!"

Zhou Yunqing was taken aback and unconsciously took a step back.

The person who arrived was Qi Yu, ranked second among the top ten seeds.

Among the ten promising disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sect, the strongest is naturally the eldest disciple, Pang Yueyang.

But the most mysterious person is Qi Yu, who is also recognized as the number one swordsman in the inner sect!

Qi Yu's sword technique did not come from the Xuan Yuan Sect, but was acquired through his own experience. Coupled with his reclusive personality and preference for solitude, although he was ranked second among the top ten seeds, he was not very famous. Even Zhou Yunqing knew very little about him.

"I'll help you kill Luo Cheng," Qi Yu said again.

Zhou Yunqing came to her senses and asked doubtfully, "Are you confident? Your sword intent is only 80% of the rudimentary form, while Luo Cheng has already grasped 90% of the rudimentary form! As fellow swordsmen, you will only be suppressed when facing him."

A cold glint flashed in Qi Yu's eyes as he sneered, "Only ninety percent of the sword intent is in its nascent stage. Don't forget, my Ghost Shadow Nine Absolute Sword is an assassination sword, best suited for defeating the strong with the weak!"

"I can't speak for other places, but in the chaotic Black Cloud Mountains, let alone Luo Cheng, even if it were Pang Yueyang, I would have a 60-70% chance of assassinating him if he were caught off guard!"

Zhou Yunqing's eyes lit up, and she nodded, saying, "Alright! As long as you can kill Luo Cheng, the Earth Treasury Primordial Pill is yours."

Qi Yu shook his head and uttered a cold statement: "When I do things, I always collect payment first."

"can!"

After a moment's hesitation, Zhou Yunqing gritted her teeth and handed the purple jade box containing the Dizang Hunyuan Pill directly to Qi Yu.

She has no other choice at the moment.

Besides, this belongs to the Eighth Prince Jin Min, so I doubt the other party would dare to play any tricks!
Qi Yu put away the purple jade box and asked, "Where is he?"

Zhou Yunqing pointed towards the mountainside, "If you go down this way, you should meet him soon."

"Alright! In no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I will show you Luo Cheng's head!"

After leaving behind a single sentence, Qi Yu vanished down the mountain like a shadow.

During the journey, two Blood Ghost Cult disciples attempted to attack him.

Qi Yu did not slow down; with a whoosh, his figure drew a stunning arc in the air, brushing past the two.

next moment.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft...

Several jet-black sword energies suddenly appeared on the bodies of the two Blood Nether Sect disciples, and their bodies were instantly torn to pieces!
"What bizarre swordsmanship! It seems he wasn't exaggerating when he said he was 60% confident he could assassinate Pang Yueyang!"

Zhou Yunqing saw all of this and couldn't help but gasp.

Just now, she didn't even see how Qi Yu made his move.

If she were facing the other party, completely unprepared, she would probably be instantly killed!

Only at this moment did Zhou Yunqing feel relieved, believing that the matter was now a sure thing and there would be no more surprises.

Even if Luo Cheng is strong, he can't possibly be stronger than Pang Yueyang!

Near the mountainside.

"kill!"

Luo Cheng did not use any sword techniques, but only the most basic sword moves. His figure was unpredictable as he moved upwards. With each step he took, he would strike with his sword. With each strike, a Blood Nether Sect disciple would fall!

kill!

Kill! Kill!

No end to the killing!

The number of Blood Nether Cult disciples dying at Luo Cheng's hands was increasing, soon exceeding one hundred!
With each kill, his killing intent increased, and his swordplay intensified. In the end, he was completely absorbed in the slaughter, his sword moves became faster and sharper, and his eyes turned slightly red!

That's the color of blood! The color of slaughter!

This terrifying killing intent made the Blood Nether Sect disciples who approached him dare not get close at all. Their movements were stiff, and even the late-stage Awakening Meridian Realm experts could not help but feel fear in their hearts!

"Such terrifying killing intent! I feel like my mind is becoming sluggish!"

"It's clearly a basic sword move, so why does it have such a strong killing intent? Just watching it from afar is terrifying. If I were to face it, I probably wouldn't even have the courage to fight back. I could only wait to be killed!"

"I have a feeling that he could kill us all by himself!"

"Bizarre! It's fucking bizarre! How can someone his age have such a strong killing intent! It's like he walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!"

Luo Cheng's performance was so eye-catching that it drew the attention of disciples from the three major sects and heroes of the martial world. They were also stunned by his terrifying killing intent.

Everything outside was irrelevant to Luo Cheng; he was immersed in the killing, comprehending death through the carnage, and honing the sharpness of his sword intent.

puff!

With a single thrust of the sword, a Blood Nether Cult disciple, caught off guard, suffered a bloody hole in his neck and collapsed in terror.

hum!
Suddenly, Luo Cheng's brow swelled slightly, and the Sword King's will in his sea of ​​consciousness shone brightly, causing golden waves to surge and raging to the sky throughout his sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, countless images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood flashed through Luo Cheng's mind. He felt like a passerby, yet also like someone who had personally experienced it all. His heart gradually calmed down from the initial fear and unease, becoming undisturbed.

"Slaughter! Death! The sword is a weapon of destruction, transcending time and space!!"

In the darkness, a voice echoed in my mind, like a resounding bell, shaking my soul.

"Kid! Die!"

Seeing Luo Cheng suddenly freeze in place, the two Blood Nether Sect disciples seized the opportunity and attacked together.

Just as they were about to succeed, Luo Cheng slightly opened his eyes, a terrifying glint in them, and a sword aura carrying overwhelming killing intent swept towards the two Blood Nether Sect disciples.

Faced with this murderous intent, the two Blood Nether Cult disciples were overwhelmed by their thoughts and thrown into chaos.

To onlookers, the two Blood Nether Cult disciples who were charging at Luo Cheng moved slower and slower, freezing in place, until Luo Cheng sliced ​​off their heads with a single sword stroke, killing them!

It looked as if the two of them were deliberately courting death.

"Indeed, the best way to cultivate the killing sword intent is through killing! To comprehend the sword path and hone the sword intent amidst blood and death."

Looking at the fallen corpse, Luo Cheng's lips curled up slightly.

In this short period of time, his sword intent broke through the bottleneck and reached a new level, reaching the late stage of the ninety percent sword intent rudimentary form, and even showing a tendency to approach perfection.

Luo Cheng understood that the reason his sword intent could improve so quickly was not only due to his own exceptional comprehension, but also largely thanks to the Sword King's will within his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Sword King's Will is a key that unlocked a shortcut for him to cultivate sword intent, eliminating the need for others to spend a lot of time accumulating and comprehending it bit by bit!

"The Blood Nether Cult disciples here are too weak; it's difficult for them to achieve any training results. Go ahead!"

Luo Cheng wanted to try to break through to the perfect state of ninety percent sword intent. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, he stretched out his figure and soared towards the top of the mountain.

A moment later, Luo Cheng passed over several corpses.

Sudden.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart, and a strong sense of crisis made the hairs on his body stand on end!
(End of this chapter)