Nine Ways Divine Dragon Art

Chapter 224 Sword Soul

Because Ling Yun's palms had already landed densely on her plump buttocks.

After a while, there was a crackling sound, like a burst of beautiful music, rippling on the top of the knife mountain.

However, just when Ling Yun felt that the upright and soft shadow was comfortable, suddenly he saw the shadow in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

So Ling Yun stopped what he was doing, and looked at the teary beauty in his arms with pity, and rubbed her upturned buttocks unbearably.

"Did it hurt you?" Ling Yun looked at Yingying's eyes affectionately, but Yingying let out a "wow", and Taotao burst into tears.

Seeing the tears streaming down, and the shadow of Taotao crying loudly, Ling Yun couldn't help but panic for a moment.

"Ying'er, did you hurt you? It's all my fault. I shouldn't hit you. As long as you don't cry, I will promise you whatever you ask me to do."

Shadow, who was still crying, stopped crying when he heard Ling Yun's words, and instead showed a weird smile.

"That's what you said!"

"Damn! It's been tricked!" Hearing Ying Ying's words, Ling Yun thought it was bad, but now that the words have been spoken, there is no chance to quibble, so Ling Yun nodded.

"Well, I said it, Ying'er, as long as you don't cry, I promise you anything."

In order not to lose face, Ling Yun had no choice but to bite the bullet and repeat what he had just said.

"Okay! Then let's get the soul of the sword first! As for the conditions, we will talk about it later."

With a tender snort, Ying Ying gently pushed away Ling Yun's hands and stood beside him.

As for Ling Yun at this moment, he had already shielded the two of them with a shield of true energy, resisting the blade that kept rushing.

After resisting the blade for a while, Ling Yun took out a bottle of Huiyuan Pill from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Shadow.

After taking the next Huiyuan Dan, Yingying slowly repaired her injuries, while Lingyun was by her side, guarding the law for her.

When Ying Ying's injuries were all recovered, Ling Yun and Ying Ying turned into an afterimage and flew towards the blade.

Although Ling Yun's strength was not as good as that of Shadow, he relied on the powerful physique of the black dragon's iron body to dash against the flying blades without fear.

Every time the blade slashed at Ling Yun's body, sparks were scattered, while the shadow was hiding behind Ling Yun.

Ling Yun spanned more than 100 meters, and after several thousand steps, he finally reached the peak of Daoshan Mountain.

The black evil phantom above the mountain peak, a black evil spirit, circled back and forth non-stop, causing the surrounding temperature to gradually drop.

Even Ling Yun, who had the black dragon's iron body, couldn't help shivering under the cold current of Heisha.

"Could this be the Soul of the Sword?" Shadow looked at Heisha and muttered to himself.

"This should be the strongest sword soul. You take a few steps back and leave it to me!"

Ling Yun was worried that Ying Ying would face this sword soul alone, so he pushed her behind him.

Looking at the soul of the knife hovering, Ling Yun gradually grasped its flight path, so after looking at it for a while, Ling Yun made a bold move.

I saw Ling Yun waved his big hand, and suddenly a huge hand with vitality flew towards the soul of the sword.

But this sword soul seemed to possess spiritual wisdom. When the giant hand was about to grab it, it disappeared on the mountain peak.

Seeing the disappearance of the sword soul, Ling Yun immediately unfolded his consciousness, and conducted a careful survey around the entire blade. After a while, Ling Yun discovered that the sword soul had already been hidden in the body of the sword mountain.

Seeing Ling Yun, he extended his consciousness into the mountain to hunt down the sword soul.

However, just when Ling Yun's consciousness entered the mountain a few hundred meters away, the sword spirit seemed to have discovered Ling Yun's actions again, so it fled again.

But this time Ling Yun was prepared, so when the soul of the sword rushed out of the mountain, Ling Yun directly slapped it with a palm, firmly suppressing the soul of the sword.

However, Ling Yun underestimated the strength of the sword soul after all, and saw that the giant palm of vitality covering the body of the sword soul was slowly cracking at this moment, turning into thin strands of vitality, dissipating in the sky.

Regarding this, Ling Yun frowned slightly, and then his figure flashed, appearing directly in front of Dao Hun, but at this moment, Dao Hun suddenly slashed at Ling Yun head-on.

At this moment, the vitality in the air became chaotic, and a howling cold current, with a sharp blade, flashed a white silver light, and slashed directly at Ling Yun's body.

The dragon scale on Ling Yun's chest was directly cut off by the sword soul, and the sharp blade fell into Ling Yun's flesh and blood.

The bright red blood flowed out along the huge wound like a spring, and Ling Yun's face instantly turned pale like a piece of white paper.

Soybean-sized cold sweat was slowly sliding down her and his foreheads.

"Bad guy, what's wrong with you?" Looking at Ling Yun who was bleeding profusely, and the shadow in the distance frightened by the scene in front of him, Taotao burst into tears.

Ling Yun bit his lips, all the zhenqi in his body gathered on the wound, making it impossible for the blade of the soul of the sword to move forward.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you crying? Obedient, if you still think you are my woman, then you should leave here quickly."

Ling Yun yelled angrily, scolding Taotao's crying Ying Ying, who was at a loss for a moment, but looking at Ling Yun's eyes, he didn't think he was joking, so Ying Ying had no choice but to fly back to the cliff.

Looking at the shadow that had already left, Ling Yun breathed a sigh of relief, at the same time a piercing pain came slowly from the wound in his abdomen, causing Ling Yun to grin his teeth and mouth.

But Ling Yun didn't intend to give up just like that, so at a critical moment, Ling Yun slowly inserted his right hand full of qi into his chest, and then grabbed it again. soul.

After the sword soul was caught by Ling Yun, it desperately began to break free, but no matter what, it couldn't escape Ling Yun's control.

Ling Yun lifted his Qi and stopped the blood that was still flowing, and then pulled the sword soul out of his body with a sudden pull.

As soon as Dao Hun's blood spattered everywhere, before Ling Yun had time to heal the wound he tore apart, he grabbed Dao Hun's body with his other hand.

Then I saw Ling Yun facing the soul of the sword, and carved a series of extremely complicated patterns one after another.

This pattern is specially used to suppress the soul of the sword, so Ling Yun was extremely careful when drawing it, and did not dare to relax a little, for fear that the soul of the sword would escape again.

While drawing the pattern, the soul of the sword is also desperately stabbing, but fortunately, the pattern passed to Ling Yun by Fan Wentian seems to be powerful, so when the pattern is completed, the soul of the sword is completely quiet.

At the same time, the cold current on the entire mountain of knives also stopped at this moment, and even the flying blades disappeared without a trace.

After finishing all this, Ling Yun turned around and returned to the cliff, and handed the black sword soul in his hand to Shadow.

When Ying Ying received the soul of the sword, she looked it up and down, and found that the soul of the sword at the moment was like a small black knife lying flat in her hand, without the slightest sense of coldness before.

(End of this chapter)