Invincible starts from one punch martial arts

Using ordinary soldiers to fight against the spirit sword is purely seeking death!

It can be said that this guy is dead!

Cough cough cough...

Excited, He Zhenxiong opened his mouth and coughed up a pool of blood, and there were a few pieces of internal organs inside.

Sure enough, Xia Wuji kicked the ground suddenly.

boom!

The white bones under the feet immediately turned into powder, and the surrounding white bones vibrated, reaching a height of several meters, and then rippling out towards the surroundings like waves

And Xia Wuji rushed towards He Zhenxiong like a cannonball.

"Overestimate your own strength! It is your honor to die under the sword of Qiushui!"

He Zhenxiong's complexion was paperless, but his eyes were extremely disdainful.

A spiritual weapon is different from a magic weapon.

A magic weapon can't be activated without mana, but a spiritual weapon can be activated even if it has no mana.

Moreover, the hardness of the spirit sword is far from what a magic weapon can match, and it can be changed into big or small, with infinite power.

Therefore, every spiritual weapon is extremely precious.

There is only this low-grade spiritual weapon in the entire Ghost Controlling Sect, and it is the treasure of the Sect.

This Qiushui Lingjian is his biggest trump card.

Under normal circumstances, he is reluctant to take it out and use it, and has been keeping it in his dantian to warm up and improve his spirituality, which is more compatible with his master.

Only when the sect encountered a catastrophe, or when he himself encountered a life-and-death crisis, would he use it.

He didn't expect to use a spirit sword to deal with an innate warrior today, which he never thought of before.

With a thought, the Autumn Water Sword burst into a shocking white brilliance...

Chapter 102 Killing Golden Elixir

Seeing Xia Wuji rushing towards him, He Zhenxiong showed disdain, commanded the spirit sword with his soul, and instantly stabbed Xia Wuji.

The Qiushui sword came like a shock, piercing straight towards Xia Wuji's chest.

Before the sword arrived, the frightening chill had penetrated deep into the soul.

But Xia Wuji turned a blind eye to it, until the spirit sword was approaching, and the nine-ringed saber that had been prepared in his hand suddenly slashed out——

White Tiger Sword Technique - Meteor Slash!

The speed is fast and urgent.

when!

The Qiushui Lingjian was instantly knocked into the air by his powerful and heavy blow, but the blade of the Nine Rings Broadsword was missing a half-inch-deep cut.

Xia Wuji didn't pay attention to it at all, but swung his knife and cut it down again.

——Meteor Slash!

This knife is done with all its strength.

The light of the sword shot out across the sky, and the sharp light of the sword cut through the void and fell through the sky.

He Zhenxiong's pupils shrank suddenly, and a panic from the soul suddenly rose.

In his eyes, he seemed to see a shining light of a knife illuminating the whole world in the boundless sky. The light of the knife was like a horse, splitting the sky and falling down, and its speed was like a meteor falling to the ground.

This knife seems to split the whole earth.

"Do not!--"

The golden core in He Zhenxiong's body erupted with unparalleled power, and he wanted to dodge it with all his might.

puff!

The light of the knife flashed, and there was a soft sound.

He Zhenxiong didn't move immediately.

From the forehead to the crotch, there was a straight bloody trace, splashing out like a rain of blood, and the whole body was split open with a knife.

His eyes were wide open, he could not rest in peace, he looked at Xia Wuji motionlessly, his eyes were full of horror.

Xia Wuji snorted coldly.

Mind a move.

Ghost domain!

In the ghost domain, He Zhenxiong's soul and his ghost king are escaping crazily upwards.

The ghost king in black robe appeared, and the huge coercion shocked the heavens and the earth, suppressing He Zhenxiong's soul and the ghost king he raised at once.

Compared to Xia Wuji's ghost king, He Zhenxiong's ghost king's strength was at best equivalent to that of a low-level ghost general. He couldn't withstand the suppression of a real third-rank ghost king, and he turned into smoke in an instant.

Even though He Zhenxiong's soul is powerful, he can't resist the real ghost king at all.

"The ghost-controlling method of the ghost-controlling sect! He...is he really a member of my ghost-controlling sect?"

This was the last thought in He Zhenxiong's mind.

Immediately, the soul collapsed under the tyrannical pressure of the ghost king clone, and all the energy was swallowed by the ghost king clone.

Losing He Zhenxiong's control, the spirit sword immediately fell to the ground.

Xia Wuji grabbed it, and the tyrannical spiritual power of the ghost king avatar instantly entered it, instantly devouring He Zhenxiong's remnant soul.

So far, He Zhenxiong has truly died.

……

The secret room in the back mountain of Yuguizong.

He Yuguan, who was retreating, opened his eyes suddenly, and his face changed wildly.

With a flash of light in his hand, a black jade slip appeared.