That means...

"You are an ancient sword cultivator!"

Only ancient sword cultivators can make ordinary spiritual masters completely ignore the moves and moves that only follow the way of the sword under the stereotype of "tracking the enemy by capturing spiritual energy".

"Can't it be cut?"

Xu Xiaoshou turned around, a little surprised.

He had already prepared a calm ending gesture, but he didn't know he was embarrassed now.

The sword that I thought was the most powerful attack could not break through the Holy Body's defense...

this!

"Good guy, let's do it again..."

Without any hesitation, "perceiving" that he should be on guard when he saw Luo Yin, Xu Xiaoshou took a step forward, brushed his body, and disappeared again.

"Again?"

This time, not only Luo Yin was prepared, but the audience was also waiting to see what happened.

"where?"

"Afterimage..."

"Yes, look at the afterimage! It's so fast. He really didn't change his moves. Look at the direction where the afterimage is going. It's the same sword attack just now."

"Is Mr. Xu stupid? He needs to change his sword. How can a seventh-grade spiritual sword break through the defense of the holy body?"

"Appeared--"

Everyone treats it with caution.

But everyone can still only capture that fleeting afterimage.

Even Luo Yin is no exception.

He had clearly raised his attention to the highest level, keeping a close eye on all changes around him, but he still lost his perception of Mr. Xu after a moment of discomfort in his neck.

"Ta, ta, ta..."

The sound of slow footsteps sounded again.

Another slow step to sheath the sword.

After sheathing the sword again, the extremely coquettish "West wind withers the snow"...

Luo Yin was angry.

He activated his spiritual energy and had already protected his neck. At this moment, he was not afraid of Master Xu's seventh-grade spiritual sword at all.

The reason why the opponent still insists on using this style even though his attack doesn't work, you can understand with your toes, he is humiliating the person!

"You want to piss me off?"

There was a cold flash in Luo Yin's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "I'm sorry, your sword has no effect on me at all...Pfft!"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly spit out blood, veins popped up on his face, and his whole body convulsed, as if he was suffering from indelible pain.

The next second.

"laugh--"

This time, there was no more sound of the exchange of weapons.

But very simply, while a white sword light bloomed in a circle, the blood on Luo Yin's neck flew in all directions, as if drawing a strange blood array.

"Feel sorry."

Xu Xiaoshou pushed back the black hair on his forehead, turned back, and said with a smile: "I just want to try to see what level of attack can break through the Holy Body's defense."

Yes, for this sword, he used Sword Thought.

For several months, I have been meditating on the hidden suffering and accumulating it, waiting for it to happen but one day I will be amazed by the hidden suffering sword thought.

Very successfully, the seventh-grade spiritual sword Zangku completed its peak sword achievement at this moment.
Chapter completed!