Chapter 382: Using sword to control people, the prototype of sword art

Ding yin!

Ximen Yibei's right hand drooped slightly, and when he loosened his palm, the ordinary iron sword was suspended several inches from the palm of his palm, making a clear sound of sword sounds~

The world was quiet, and Ximen Yibei's long hair was automatically blown without wind. The handsome face had a cold and cruel expression, which was in sharp contrast with the dark and wet and cold air that was almost like a demon. The two of them were restrained and they were chasing each other, and they were all in awe...

"Who is this person? Why did he appear here?...Is it because of his father that he rescued him?" Feng Fei's heart was mixed, but his eyes flashed across Ximen Yibei's eyes, which were full of complex pictures, and a hint of chill flashed through Feng Fei's heart. In this body, Feng Fei could not feel the breath of human soul existence, as if what appeared in front of him was just a skin without thoughts.

His eyes kept wandering in Ximen Yibei, and between him and Akaro, Feng Fei suddenly realized that these two people... had a very similar aura!

"No matter what, I hope he can take action!" Feng Fei thought silently in her heart, and a feeling of grievance surged in her heart. With her life experience, she had never suffered such pain.

"I... must... can, defeat you!" An unconscious low murmuring sound suddenly spit out from the corner of Ximen Yibei's mouth...

Feng Fei and Akaro were attracted by this at the same time, so they turned to look at Ximen Yibei...

As Akaro turned around like lightning, Ximen Yibei's head suddenly turned sideways, as if he was being pulled. Then the ordinary iron sword in the air, less than three inches from his palm, trembled violently, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a narrow shadow. Around the shadow, a faint, translucent sword shape appeared...

No one knew that Ximen Yibei, who seemed cold and calm on the surface, had a surging wave in his heart...

The space of consciousness is dark and far-reaching, boundless...

The tall demon shadow seemed to be far and near, just one step away, and it seemed to be separated by endless light years. Opposite the huge, seemingly invincible demon shadow, a man in white clothes and white hair shawl stood silently, which was Ximen Yibei!

In the consciousness space, between the demon shadows that merged with endless darkness and nothingness and Ximen Yibei, there is a huge deep consciousness crack. The huge crack almost separates a complete consciousness space...

"I... must...can... defeat...his..." In the consciousness space, another Ximen Yibei murmured unconsciously, with sweat beads on his forehead. He could no longer remember how many times it failed, failed. Endless failure...

Every time there is a failure, the crack in the consciousness space becomes larger and larger. When the crack penetrates the entire consciousness space, it is the time when Ximen Yibei's consciousness will sink forever...

When a person is in danger, whether it is the soul or the body, he has an almost instinctive self-protection ability. In the long sinking, Ximen Yibei's unique swordsmanship, just like his consciousness, has returned to the most primitive state and returned to the essence!

Ximen Yibei's sword is either dead or dead! A sword comes out, and the world is both at night, and the sword light passes through the sky like a comet, and in an instant, it is almost eternal...

That sword is a sword, and it is also a million swords, transforming into complexity and simplicity. When consciousness lingers between sinking and half awakening, Ximen Yibei's swordsmanship dominated his consciousness space, along with his instinct!

The great way is great, and the sword is the same! Since swords come, all the people in the swordsmanship use people to control their swords, and even Fengyun Wuji has not been able to get out of this line. So, what if they use swords to control people? What kind of results will happen?...

The appearance of Akaro is a variable for Ximen Yibei who is sleeping underground. If Akaro does not come, Ximen Yibei will fall into endless sword moves and deduce them by himself. The final result will be unpredictable!

Akaro was like a stagnant water, and it was difficult to have any turbulent heart. Finally, because of Ximen Yibei's sudden appearance, it changed. Danger, extreme danger, this is a kind of intuition that is almost a beast. Instinct told him that he should avoid this person now, but that other extremely arrogant nature would never allow Akaro to do such a degrading act!

"Who is this person?" Akaro roared in his heart. The other party's reaction was beyond his consciousness. The Heavenly Demon Clan, which had swept across the entire ancient times, was actually despised!! Although he was extremely angry, Akaro still dared not act rashly. Under the influence of mutual restraint, the two auras reached a clever balance. Even the Feng Concubine who was lying on the ground and was entangled by iron chains for a few turns could feel that there was only a slight influence of external factors, and there would be a shocking bombardment between the two immediately!

The first thing to break the silence was Ximen Yibei!

bump!

Ximen Yibei stepped out with his right foot and landed heavily on the ground. The moment his foot touched the ground, a strong wind suddenly blew from all directions between heaven and earth, and there were flying sand and stones accompanying him...

Ding yin ~

The continuous sound of swords came from the void around Ximen Yibei. The sound was fast and fast, extremely dense. In the sound of the sword, a translucent long sword suddenly appeared in the void around Ximen Yibei. The dense sword marks were like flower discs, and they shot towards the void around her. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of translucent sword marks appeared around Ximen Yibei. After each sword appeared, they practiced a completely different sword technique. Ximen Yibei raised his wrist and turned his right hand into a vague shadow iron.

The sword raised up, bringing up a phantom and swept through the void. With the trajectory of the sword swing, endless dark clouds swept through the sky, and the shadows changed on the earth. After Ximen Yibei's body turned into a broken phantom, it completely disappeared. In the void, the semi-transparent sword marks were still practicing millions of completely different sword moves at lightning speed. After each sword stance ended, the translucent long sword split out hundreds of them after a slight stagnation. Then, a hundred sword changes that were completely different from the original were deduced again...

These series of changes were completed in lightning and flashing, making people feel dazzled and flawless. For Feng Fei, who is not in the swordsmanship at all, all they see in their eyes are the faint marks of swords and the irrecognizable glimpse.

drink!

When Ximen Yibei stepped out and broke the balance, under the traction of the energy, Akaro also shouted loudly, and a black and sticky substance burst out from his body, and a trace of it was completely penetrated into the huge shadow behind him...

Ao Wow!

A fierce and bloodthirsty roar like a wild beast shook the void, and the blurred shadow quickly condensed. It was full of bones and blood, but it was just painted. In the roar, the demon shadow with a skeleton face raised a black wind and swept through the ground. After the wind, Akaro's figure disappeared without a trace. In the thick demonic aura, a little scarlet red continued to spread in the void. The evil and dark aura blew over the sky...

call out!

The sky was covered with the gust of cold wind. Since each practiced different sword styles, the vague sword shapes suddenly stopped and quickly turned into faint narrow black shadows, like water flowing, and did not go down below!

Canopy!

A sound like a broken silk passed through the dark world. In the dark wind swept across the world, an extremely powerful aura of destruction swept into the air, sweeping across the entire world, the whole world roared, and the earth shook. In the expanded cracks, magma gushed out desperately, shooting into the sky like a fountain!

Although it cannot be seen by the naked eye, Feng Fei and Akaro felt a sword light that could make the world fade away at the same time, rushing through the world at a speed that transcends the feeling of thought...

"He is here!" Akaro raised his right hand and the Asura Demon Sword made a bloodthirsty sound of sword. The sword body was full of blood, and the thoughts moved, and the demon shadow that seemed to be physically lit up and blasted out...

laugh!

A light sound came from the left shoulder. Before Akaro could react, the slight vibration quickly transformed into an unmatched destructive force...

"Too fast!" A thought quickly passed through Akaro's heart, and a light sound like a crack came from around him. The huge demon shadow was peeled off by a sword scar that was hard to see in the naked eye. In the crack, a piece of light was under the cover of the head, and the demon shadow split into two halves quickly turned into a boiling smoke!

bump!

In front of the power of Haohan, Akaro's body rolled in the air like a kite with a broken string, flew out, and with a bang, it smashed heavily into the soil...

Zheng!

A black shadow fell from the sky, and Akaro's heart hopped, his head turned, and the aura-like Asura Demon Sword fell from the sky by a thread and inserted into the strata next to Akaro's head. The edge of the sword blade slightly brushed across the hideous helmet, and a spark was drawn, leaving a light white sword mark.

In the distance, Ximen Yibei appeared like a ghost, where Akaro was originally standing. Under his feet was Feng Fei, who was trapped by an iron chain. The sky was dark clouds, but Ximen Yibei looked indifferently as the huge demon shadow turned into ashes in front of him. Under the calm appearance, no one knew that Ximen Yibei's consciousness space was undergoing earth-shaking changes!

When Akaro was falling to the ground, his demonic consciousness swept across his body, which surprised him very much. The demonic consciousness showed that the attack of the man in front of him, and the iron sword with an ordinary material, could not be enough to penetrate the indestructible demon clan and the devil armor that was the most powerful in the world!

Akaro stood up shakingly, and a ferocious sneer was heard under his armor, and an incredible murderous intent emanated from his body!

"Since I can't break my armor protection, then it's time for you to die!" Akaro sneered, stretching his palm towards the hilt of the Asura Demon Sword at his feet.

ah?!!!

However, with this stretch of his hand, the originally calm Akaro aura suddenly became disordered, as if he had encountered something that shocked him!

"Me, my hand..." Akaro's mood was as stagnant as water, and terrifying as if he was terrifying. However, no matter how angry he was, the palm of his hand did not stretch out even an inch according to his wishes. It seemed that the hand had been lost. Akaro could not feel the existence of this hand!!

"......What's going on?!!" Akaro's whole body trembled. No matter how he used his magic consciousness to explore, the result was the same: although the sword was fierce, it could not break the defense of one of the finest products in this demon armor, and it was even more impossible to break his palm!
Chapter completed!