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Chapter 206 The Sword of the Dead

Wen Tao narrowed his eyes, feeling a little unaccustomed to the sudden burst of brilliance, but when he saw the six people merging and emitting boundless fighting intent from the sword energy, the corners of Wen Tao's mouth slightly curled up.

Let you be the first souls to die under my sword!

"Sorrow of Frost!" Wen Tao's eyes suddenly became sharp, and Wen Tao's true energy was left behind by Wen Tao, replaced by a soaring demonic energy, accompanied by the strange and strange frost Sorrow, the true sword of the dead.

"What?!" Seeing that Wen Tao's whole body was shaken, the savage man suddenly seemed to be a different person, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

What made his heart jump even more was the Frostmourne that flashed out from the void. The man claimed to have seen a lot of knowledge, but he had never seen such a weird long sword.

In particular, the gem in Frostmourne's sword wrist, which was the size of a pigeon's egg, was emitting a light blue glow, and a breath of death that made him sick was attacking him from the sapphire.

The six people headed by the man are trying their best to mobilize the true qi in their bodies, trying to kill Wen Tao here with one blow. The strong death breath makes them fall gradually. If they are enveloped by this breath again, Within a moment, without Wen Tao's hands, they would all be corpses.

Holding Frostmourne, Wen Tao's face was like a flat lake, but his heart was like thunder and stormy waves. Frostmourne and demonic energy were surprisingly harmonious, and the two complemented each other, especially under the continuous infuriating energy of the Demonic God, Wen Tao had a vague feeling of invincible arrogance.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the sense of killing brought about by Frostmourne, Wen Tao's originally dark pupils were covered with a layer of scarlet blood.

"Broken Sword Style!" Wen Tao yelled, and Frostmourne transformed into a black dragon breaking through the shackles of the nine heavens. The sound of mourning was loud, and the knots curled up, breaking through layers of light curtains. The dragon's head flicked angrily, and the dragon's tail swung rapidly. Galloping towards the head of the sword where the six people merged, the dragon's body passed by, and the thick floor was broken like tofu.

"Aw!" The black dragon met the sword tip head-on, and let out an unyielding dragon cry. When the dragon's head collided with the sword tip, a group of ripples visible to the naked eye spread from the center of the collision to the surroundings. The ripples later turned into annihilation.

Wen Tao had already retracted his sword when the black dragon soared into the sky, and when passing by the window, he slapped Liu Qingyi on the shoulder. Liu Qingyi was reminded by Wen Tao that he was three points taller than himself Huo Qingyuan, following the path opened by Wen Tao, landed rapidly like a butterfly wearing flowers.

Wen Tao released the black dragon, and fled from the second floor of the inn lightly. However, the six people facing Wen Tao did not have such good luck. Their six swords merged, and they needed all the strength of the six people to pour into them to activate them. If one person is missing, the power will be greatly reduced, and there will be a possibility of backlash.

Seeing the black dragon lamenting and the sword light flourishing, the six people couldn't help but show deep fear and unwillingness in their eyes. No matter who wins the black dragon or the sword light, they are in the center of the whirlpool, and they have long since lost the possibility of survival.

Even if they knew they were going to die, none of the six people gave up their companions in exchange for a chance to escape, saying that they could not escape, and even if they could escape, they would never escape.

There was a roar, and thousands of black lights shot out from the inn. The inn, which was several feet high, collapsed under the blow of Wen Tao and the six people, and there was a sound of dragon chant. There was a hint of joy in breaking free.

Wen Tao watched a black dragon shadow with a size of seven or eight feet violently rushing out of the skylight of the inn. Under the sunlight, it quickly evaporated until it became the size of a finger. The Frostmourne in Wen Tao's hand is aimed at the gemstone that keeps blooming blue.

Wen Tao's body shook slightly, and he couldn't help being surprised by the majestic true energy coming from Frostmourne.

The black dragon got into the sapphire, turned into a trickle, was gradually absorbed by Frostmourne, and became the nourishment of Frostmourne.

At the same time, through the channel of Frostmourne, the demonized true energy continuously draws true energy from the sapphire to further expand its own strength.

Wen Tao stared at the collapsed inn without blinking, but in his heart he had already put all his thoughts on demonizing true energy and Frostmourne.

My dantian, Frostmourne, and the sapphire form a three-point line at this time, and the demonized qi absorbs the sapphire's true qi from the sapphire through Frostmourne, and the sapphire uses Frostmourne as a carrier to let the inner body True Qi flows through the dantian, and after most of it is absorbed by the dantian, some remaining pure breath of death flows back again.

Wen Tao looked at the interaction of the three with some surprise, and two words suddenly popped up in his mind, refining and purifying.

That's right, the demonized true qi and the sapphire are used to refine and purify the true qi in one's body through the particularity of Frostmourne.

Demonic True Qi Obtain a steady stream of True Qi from the sapphire to enrich yourself.Sapphire itself does not have the ability to purify, so it uses the magic of true qi to remove the chaff and preserve the green, and enhance the purity of true qi.

After figuring out the relationship between the three, Wen Tao heaved a sigh of relief. What he fears most is the confusion among the three, which will lead to confusion of his true energy and madness. Now it seems that he is worrying too much.

Staring fixedly at the ruins in front of him, Wen Tao's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted, "No."

"What's the matter?" Liu Qingyi suddenly heard Wen Tao's shout, was startled by him, and asked hastily.

"There are still people in the inn, and the old man is still inside!" Wen Tao quickly explained, and ran towards the ruins. He knew that after the collapse of such a wooden building, many triangular plots would be formed. In the plot, there may be salvation.

Wen Tao's body that was rushing forward suddenly stopped, and one hand clasped Wen Tao's shoulder, stopping Wen Tao's body that was rushing forward.

"It's important to save people, don't stop them!" Wen Tao clapped that hand, anxious in his heart, the old man might suffocate to death due to lack of oxygen after a long time.

"Hahaha, are you looking for the old man?" Just as Wen Tao finished speaking, an angry voice came from next to his ear. The voice was a little familiar, as if...

Wen Tao turned his head and saw the figure in front of him clearly. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a wide nose and a wide mouth, and a three-inch white beard trembling slightly with his laughter. Who else could it be if it wasn't the old man in fine clothes?

"Senior, are you alright?" Wen Tao was full of surprises, surprised that the old man was fine, and happy that the old man was fine.

If the inn collapsed, he could pay for it, but if the old man died tragically because he destroyed the inn, Wen Tao would feel very sorry.

As for the six strong men and the old and the young, they died in the inn, Wen Tao would only applaud, trying his best to deal with an old man, death is not an exaggeration.

(End of this chapter)