Chapter 47: Kill the Poison Dragon and Get the Poison Fire
Compared to Xiao Yan’s understanding of the yarrow, Yao Lao’s understanding of the yarrow is undoubtedly deeper.
As a Dou Wang in his 28th year, this kind of cultivation is actually not the most eye-catching talent in Yao Wan.
Because ethnic groups like them have once been born with beings who have reached the top of Dou Qi Continent, so they have also transformed their own bloodline. People who are blood relatives can directly become countless people without even cultivating. The strong one to look up to.
But this is a blessing from the world, but it is not a personal talent.
Although those ancient races are now stuck in their ways and have foolishly and superficially used bloodline concentration as the only criterion for measuring talent, this does not prevent the girl in front of them from being a genius in the true sense.
Cultivation and skills are not the only criteria for measuring strength.
Yao Wan stood quietly in the air, slowly raised his hand, and then the airflow gathered in his hand.
Her left hand is held empty, and her right hand is used as a sword finger.
With a flash of light, the air flow held in her jade hand slowly gathered into the shape of a sword.
"The soul turns into a sword?"
Yao Lao let out a light sigh, with surprise in his tone.
"Teacher, what kind of fighting skill is that?"
Xiao Yan did not feel the fluctuation of fighting spirit, as if Yaowan temporarily stopped the movement of fighting spirit in his body.
“That is not a fighting skill, but the use of soul power as a means of attack. You can understand it as a fighting skill at the soul level.”
Yao Lao shook his head, thinking that this girl's talent was scary. I really don't know how the Yao clan could safely let such a talented girl run around outside.
"...I never thought that Miss Wan would be so powerful physically, but she also likes to use a sword."
Xiao Yan couldn't help but sigh as he watched the soul power turn into the outline of a long sword in her hands. One sentence.
Although it is a long sword, it is still too long. Even if it is a rough estimate with the naked eye, the Soul Sword in Miss Wan's hand is as long as the Xuan Zhong Ruler that Xiao Yan carries on his back.
The power of the big sword and the sharpness of the long sword are undoubtedly revealed in her hands.
"...No."
When Xiao Yan sighed, Yao Lao shook his head.
"That girl is not a swordsman. She cultivates her heart and her true self. As long as she wants, she can hold any weapon in her hand."
Yao Lao is like this. Sighing, Xiao Yan could not help but feel a chill in his heart.
After all, all these are new things that he has never been exposed to before. Even after he has been with Miss Wan for more than a year, he thought that he already knew something about Miss Wan, but in fact, today, After watching the battle, it seemed that even the beautiful figure in the sky seemed unfamiliar.
Not to mention the difference in realm above fighting spirit, a fighter and a fighting king are still just the most superficial appearances, but now everything she shows is more terrifying than the last, and even Xiao Yan's heart can't help but be shocked. .
Is Miss Wan so powerful?
Obviously he is a fighting king, but he can overwhelm a fire spirit poisonous dragon that can rival the fighting king.
And soon, Xiao Yan's impression of Miss Wan, which was completely shattered and slowly rebuilt, was in danger of being shattered again.
Yao Wan holds an illusory long sword, and the blade reaches the fire spirit poisonous dragon in front of her.
Then, she took off her sword and threw it over her head.
Yao Lao seemed to have some guesses, but compared to these, he was more concerned about the movements of the strong men of the Izumo Empire.
Until the next breath, nine identical soul swords fell down and surrounded the girl.
"Soul Sword Formation!"
Yao Wan casually grasped one of the swords tightly, and swept the sword's edge straight towards the poisonous dragon in front of her.
Naturally, the Fire Spirit Poison Dragon was not willing to be killed like this, so he twisted his body and rushed towards Yaowan again.
But this time, Yaowan didn't give it any chance to resist.
As the eight gray swords unfolded in unison behind her, Yao Wan didn’t even need to make any moves, just a thought, and the eight long swords followed the stars and the moon, heading towards her eyes. The poisonous dragon galloped away. Even if the Fire Spirit Poison Dragon in the Dou Huang realm wants to defeat Yao Wan, it is no longer possible.
The first sword pierced the dragon's tail, directly nailing the poisonous dragon to the spot, making it unable to move.
"Roar!!!"
The Fire Spirit Poison Dragon was furious, but in the end it was just helpless and furious, and could only watch its body being pierced.
Immediately afterwards, there was the second sword, and the third sword, nailing the limbs and claws.
The flying sword that came at full speed did not have the sense of physical blockage that a fighting skill would turn into a sword. It only penetrated the poisonous dragon again in the next moment, but it did not penetrate. The poisonous dragon was firmly nailed to death in mid-air.
The fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword, from bottom to top, all the way from the tail to the abdominal cavity.
The seventh sword locks the throat.
The eighth sword pierces the dragon's head.
The Eight Flying Swords of the Gods, with just one confrontation, completely suppressed the Fire Spirit Poison Dragon, which was helpless just now, and even lost the power to resist.
"Hmph, beasts are beasts."
Yao Wan, holding the last soul sword in his hand, flew to the poisonous dragon's heart, and then stabbed the soul sword in his hand fiercely.
"Roar————!"
The poisonous dragon suddenly let out an extremely painful roar, which almost broke the ears of others.
"Give it to the shameless beast."
Yao Wan held down the soul sword, and then slashed hard, cutting open a gash in the heart of the poisonous dragon.
Then, she put away the dharma image of the glazed body behind her, integrated it into the body surface, and then stretched out her hand to pull out the deep purple flame hidden inside.
The Fire Spirit Poison Dragon finally wailed for a while, and then the source of the netherworld poisonous fire completely separated from the body and then collapsed.
"Friend, wait a minute!"
I just got this wisp of poisonous netherworld fire that I have been thinking about for a long time, but I didn't even hold it in my hands, but there was already a sound of letting go in my ears. A tiresome voice of dissuasion.
Yao Wan slowly turned around, and with a move of faith, the other eight soul swords flew back to her side.
“… is coming.”
Yao Lao murmured subconsciously, and Xiao Yan also turned his head and looked at the northern sky. Three figures stood in a row behind them with fighting spirit transformed into wings.
One person in black robe is the pinnacle of Dou Huang.
One person is dressed in luxurious clothes and wears the badge of a fifth-grade alchemist. He is the peak Dou Wang.
The last person, with centipede-like scars on his face, is also the peak Dou Huang.
When the three people appeared, Xiao Yan couldn't help but silently clenched the stone in his hand.
Two peak fighting kings, one peak fighting king... This level of cultivation is a terrifying power that Xiao Yan had never dared to imagine.
And now, standing in front of him like this.
What stood between him and those people was the girl who formed a sword formation with the power of her soul.
Unfazed at all, Yao Wan raised the soul sword in her hand, pointing the gray blade directly at the three people in front of her.
“Who?”
Between the melodious sounds of the birds and birds, there is an indifference that is unique to her.
(End of this chapter)