Otherworldly Sword God

Chapter 114 One-armed swordsman (4)
After taking the antidote, Ye Han sat cross-legged, with a lift of his inner strength, his body was covered with a silver-white sword energy.Ye Han's actions made the corners of Dugu's speechless mouth tremble a few times, as if he wanted to say something.Seeing that Ye Han was adjusting his breath, he still didn't open his mouth after all.

Known as the number one master of swordsmanship, he naturally knew that Ye Han's body was not the usual protective qi formed by exuding true qi.That kind of silver-white energy carries a sharp sword aura, a sharp aura, an aura that wants to tear everything apart.

"Buzz!" There was a muffled sound, and Ye Han made strange gestures with his hands, and there was a trace of white gas on his head.The body trembled violently, blood-red blood qi shot out from several big holes, and the nearby grass withered immediately and turned into ashes.As soon as the breeze passed, there was not even slag left, and a piece of bare land was exposed to the sun.

"What a powerful poison!" Dugu said coldly speechlessly, looking at the man in black, his eyes became more murderous.

"Master, use my strength. Although the old man's magic weapon has lost its effect, it still has a certain boost effect. Ordinary attacks can't cause substantial damage to him at all!" Stand up slowly Come on, tightly hold the broken sword in your hand, the voice of the sword spirit came from your mind.

The difference in realm, life and death, Ye Han listened to the opinion of the sword spirit.

His hands were trembling slightly, the small energy sword in his dantian twirled crazily, traces of pure sword intent emerged, passed through Ye Han's body, and passed to the broken sword in his hand.

Under the instillation of sword intent, the beads in the dragon's mouth on Broken Sword's body suddenly shone brightly.In the sun, it is still so dazzling, so golden.

The inner strength was evacuated bit by bit, and Ye Han was gradually drawn into that mysterious sword spirit by the sword spirit.Silver and white light shone on his body, and the golden light of the broken sword in his hand was dazzling. Everything was so gorgeous and beautiful.

Taking time out of his internal energy to ensure a one-hit kill, Ye Han chose to do everything he could.If the old man in black couldn't be killed with one blow, then he would be the one to die.

At this moment, Ye Han no longer had the old man and Dugu Wuyu in front of him, only thousands of long swords floating in the air.Each sword has different emotions, some joyful, some desolate... However, all the swords have the same movement, their hilts are all facing Ye Han, and the blades are slightly leaning forward in the direction of Ye Han , as if one is bowing to someone one respects.

Yes, under Ye Han's sword intent, all swords are full of great respect for Ye Han.In this world, Ye Han is their master, their ruler.

"It's time to start!" The voice was almost forced out of Ye Han's throat, without any emotion, and the murderous aura just now disappeared, only the sharp sword aura.

"Dark Dragon Nine Heavens! The blood color disintegrates!" The old man formed seals with both hands, the true essence shareholder, and slowly moved his hands together, his blood soaring.

Suddenly, a group of dark clouds appeared in the originally cloudless sky, covering the whole world.The atmosphere became oppressive, gloomy, and extremely silent.

(End of this chapter)