Nine Ways Divine Dragon Art

Chapter 230 Epiphany
After the consciousness entered the dantian, I saw that the black dragon's evil spirit was constantly twisting its huge body.

The whole complexion showed an extremely painful look, as if there were thousands of barbs hooking its soul, making the Black Dragon Shahun miserable.

Ling Yun had no way to stop the pain of the black dragon's evil soul, so after thinking for a long time, Ling Yun directly entered his spiritual consciousness into the evil soul's body.

However, the moment Ling Yun's consciousness entered Shahun's body, an inexplicable sense of familiarity was quietly born in his heart.

At this moment, Ling Yun suddenly felt a huge pain that stimulated his abdomen, and the body of Black Dragon Shahun seemed to be his own body.

As long as the Black Dragon Shahun is in pain, Ling Yun's body will also be in pain, because their bodies have completely merged at this moment.

Enduring the severe pain, Ling Yun used his weak consciousness to look at the sword soul in his body, and saw that this black sword soul was constantly attacking the surrounding cliffs.

Although the hanging wall of the dragon soul's incorporeal body does not have real flesh and blood, but under the attack of the same incorporeal sword soul, the pain is the same as that of the real body being attacked.

Looking at the scattered sword souls everywhere, Ling Yun slowly but condensed his spiritual consciousness, and within a short while, a phantom three inches high was condensed in Shahun's body.

The appearance of this phantom is exactly the same as that of Ling Yun. After the phantom is successfully condensed, Ling Yun controls the phantom and launches an attack on the sword soul.

As for the outside world, Ling Yun closed his eyes tightly, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, coiled on a rock.

A pair of sword eyebrows twitched from time to time, and an expression of incomparable pain appeared on his face.

"Sister Ying, what do you think is wrong with the bad guy? His expression is so painful?"

Long Yingying, who was standing on the cliff at the moment, looked at Ling Yun on the sword mountain with extremely worried eyes.

As for Ying Ying, when she heard her words, she also cast her gaze on Ling Yun.

Seeing Ling Yun suffering from pain, Ying Ying flew directly to the sword mountain without saying a word, followed by Long Yingying.

When the two women came to Ling Yun's side, they both stared at Ling Yun at a loss, and didn't know how to help him, so they could only do this and anxiously looked at Ling Yun who was still struggling in pain.

At this moment, Ling Yun was fighting with the sword soul inextricably, and everything he passed was turned into ruins, but fortunately, these were all incorporeal bodies of the evil spirit of the black dragon, and did not do much harm to Ling Yun.

So Ling Yun unreservedly launched a powerful attack on Sword Soul.

However, the strength of Sword Soul is not weak, when faced with Ling Yun's attack, it chose to meet it head-on instead of hiding.

I saw rows of sword qi standing upright in the void, aiming their swords at Ling Yun. After a gust of wind blew, these sword qi, like rain, struck Ling Yun head-on with a whistling aura. .

As soon as Ling Yun stepped out, his whole body dissipated in the space where he was standing. As for the countless sword qis that were shot, they fell into the air on the ground, making a burst of bombing sound.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The violent bombing sound shook the entire body of the black dragon's evil soul to the point of collapse, and even the dragon energy around it was dissipated a lot.

And when the disappearing Ling Yun showed his figure again, he unknowingly came behind Sword Soul.

Sword Soul, who didn't notice it for a while, suddenly felt his body sink, and saw a big hand covering the sky, already pressing on his body.

As the leader of all soldiers, the sword soul of the king of swords could not be controlled by others, so when Ling Yun pressed his giant palm, it turned into a huge black energy.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yun only felt that his palm fell into the air, and at the same time, a black air current surrounded him in an instant.

Appearing around Ling Yun at this moment is a completely independent sword body world.

Looking at the sharp swords flying all over the sky, Ling Yun couldn't help feeling a trace of extremely depressed emotions, as if in this world of swords, he was like a grain of sand, how insignificant he seemed.

But at this moment, a snow-white figure appeared in front of Ling Yun.

This didn't surprise Ling Yun, what really surprised him was that this figure looked exactly like himself.

"Who are you?" Ling Yun took two steps back warily, but the person in front of him smiled slightly at him.

"Hmph, after fighting with me for so long, I still don't know who I am? You should know by now, right?"

Hearing this, Ling Yun was taken aback immediately, with an expression of disbelief, he pointed at the person in front of him with his finger.

"Are you the soul of the sword?" The white figure ignored Ling Yun's words, but looked at Ling Yun with strange eyes.

"That's right, this seat is the soul of the sword, and you have been chasing after me to capture this seat. Do you think that this seat can convince you? This seat tells you that this is impossible. This seat will never submit to the hands of a humble human being."

Sword Soul became angry from embarrassment, and let out an angry roar at Ling Yun, and Ling Yun also woke up from the surprise before.

At this time, Ling Yun looked at the sword soul in front of him, without a trace of fear, but showed a subtle smile instead.

"I am your sincere No. 1. I thought you were smart at first, but the most stupid thing about you is that you shouldn't have revealed your true spirit in front of me."

After saying this, Ling Yun made a bold move and grabbed Sword Soul by the neck.

The sword soul that was caught by the neck immediately began to struggle, but no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't get rid of Ling Yun's arm.

Originally, the sword soul was planning to come to negotiate with Ling Yun, but after all, it was a sword soul with immature spiritual intelligence, so it ignored it. It was the body of a true spirit, which was captured by Ling Yun.

"You let go of this seat, what do you want to do?"

While the sword soul was struggling, he kept questioning Ling Yun, but Ling Yun looked at the constantly struggling sword soul, and suddenly raised his head and laughed.

After laughing for a while, Ling Yun swallowed all the true spirit of the sword soul into his mouth, and at the same time began to sharpen his spiritual consciousness towards the true spirit.

After a while, all the mysteries about the way of the sword slowly appeared in Ling Yun's mind.

The path of the sword is vast and boundless, and the profound meaning of the way of the sword is filled in his mind, which makes Ling Yun have a lot of insights into the path of the sword.

In his comprehension, there are countless extremely powerful moves flashing in front of his eyes non-stop.

For these sword moves, Ling Yun understood the mystery at a glance, but Ling Yun did not learn them, but fused countless sword moves together.

Then some weak moves were eliminated, and new moves were re-evolved.

However, the newly combined moves were not very powerful and could not achieve the effect Ling Yun predicted, so Ling Yun reluctantly gave up these moves.

Looking at the non-stop dancing moves beside him, Ling Yun kept rehearsing them in his eyes, and the rehearsal speed changed from slow to fast. It didn't take a moment for Ling Yun to feel as if he was hallucinating.

Because these countless moves, when gathered together, only one simple move was left behind.

(End of this chapter)