readytorunbook Chapter 1496 My Senior Brother Can't Have His Natal Sword Destroyed Again!
Chapter 1496 My Senior Brother Can't Have His Natal Sword Destroyed Again!
These words were like a heavy hammer blow, definitively sealing Qu Yimian's fate.
Her breath hitched, and she could see that there was no hint of a joke in Gu Xia's eyes.
As Gu Xia raised her sword, an immense pressure enveloped the surroundings, with surging spiritual energy gathering and swirling around her.
A touch of frost on the tip of the sword.
It aimed directly at the curved cotton below.
Despite constantly telling herself that Gu Xia couldn't kill her easily, the tremor from the depths of her soul when that oppressive aura relentlessly crushed down was so real that it couldn't be faked.
She felt that Gu Xia's sword strike was not only meant to destroy her physical body, but also her soul.
Now, the protective orb has been dragged into his own space by the Six Ren Dice and attacked, and the puppet, which was considered his last trump card, has been disappeared by Gu Xia using some unknown magical artifact.
Those defensive talismans and ordinary magical artifacts were no match for the attack that pierced through the tribulation.
Qu Yimian felt insecure, her brain was racing, but she couldn't think of a better solution, not to mention that she had already completely offended Gu Xia.
Just as she was feeling completely lost, she suddenly remembered the swords she had taken from Shen Weixun and Xie Baiyi.
Qu Yimian gritted her teeth and pulled out her sword, attempting to use it as a threat, "Gu Xia, are you also disregarding your senior brother's natal sword?"
It wasn't that she didn't want to use these swords, but those sword spirits all had their own tempers, and besides, not just anyone could casually attach themselves to another sword cultivator's natal sword.
The attributes are opposite, and the sword spirits repel each other.
She could only seal it in its sheath, and now she could use it to threaten Gu Xia.
If Shen Weixun and Xie Baiyi hadn't been rescued by those two damned sword spirits, they would be perfectly suited to be used to restrain the enemy.
Qu Yimian was filled with rage, her hand gripping the sword so tightly it turned slightly white.
"..."
Gu Xia's movements seemed to pause for a moment.
The trusted followers in the distance all muttered "shameless" in unison.
This was probably one of the few times they were so in sync.
Yu Heng was even more shocked. "No, no, no, my senior brother's sword! That's my eldest senior brother's sword! My eldest senior brother can't have his natal sword destroyed again!"
Whose swordsmen are having their swords broken one after another?
Even the finest spirit sword cannot withstand such treatment.
What's more, it was only broken into two pieces before, but it's different now. If Gu Xia's sword comes down, who knows if his senior brother will still be able to find the remains of his natal sword?
That's so bad it's impossible to even put it together, right?
His howling was so genuine that even his opponent's ear was badly injured, causing his long sword to deflect half an inch off course.
The next second, Yu Heng seized the opportunity and stabbed him right through the heart.
The great demon stared at the boy in disbelief.
"you……"
Yu Heng drew his sword and grinned, "Thank you for the concession."
He could howl as he pleased, but that didn't stop him from killing demons.
The great demon died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
You're fucking insane!
Compared to the indignation and passionate insults of the other close associates, Xie Baiyi and Shen Weixun, the two parties involved, seemed remarkably calm.
"Junior Sister".
Shen Weixun glanced in Qu Yimian's direction and raised his voice: "You can do whatever you want, don't worry about me."
He paused for a moment to think, then realized that the worst outcome would be losing his natal sword.
But none of that matters. As long as we can kill Qu Yimian, it's still worth it.
Shen Weixun's gaze slowly shifted to Xie Baiyi on the other side.
"..."
Xie Baiyi knew him well enough; a vein throbbed on his forehead, and he almost cursed him as "crazy."
What to look at?
Does he look like someone who would be easily threatened?
The boy remained expressionless. "You don't need to worry about me."
The natal swords, currently sealed in their sheaths: "???"
He was so angry he laughed, okay?
It's not you who are going to be cut off, so why should we care about who you are?
The Blade Spirits rarely reached a consensus at this moment.
The desire to get a new sword master had reached its peak.
……