My brother is too strong

The space shook, a red storm roared, and Jian Wanshan felt as if he had seen a ghost.

"No, it's impossible!"

Jian Wanshan screamed sharply, feeling as if he was dreaming.

This is an eighth-level magic weapon left behind by his ancestor of the sword family.

It is a world of its own here, and the power left by the ancestors of the Jian family can make the people of the Jian family call themselves gods here.

Although it is not a field, it is similar to a field.

Here, the power left by the swordsman ancestors one by one should be invincible.

No matter how powerful and cunning a human being Lu Shaoqing is, he can't make any waves.

result!

Not only could the power he controlled not be able to do anything to Lu Shaoqing, but it was also devoured by Lu Shaoqing, forming an even more terrifying force.

Red light illuminates the space, and the hot temperature seems to make the space burn.

The roaring storm was a storm of death in Jian Wanshan's eyes.

He was panicked and frightened.

I always thought that the sword family's eighth-level magic weapon, the treasure of the clan left by the ancestor, was invincible.

As a result, his invincibility has been broken now, and his Taoist heart is stable even if his spirit does not collapse.

Feeling terrible, Jian Wanshan shouted in panic, "Jian, Lord Sword Spirit, help, help!"

"Humph!"

A cold snort, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The huge storm dissipated and the space returned to calm.

"Yo?" Lu Shaoqing's voice came, "Do you have any backup plans?"

Lu Shaoqing was very calm, and the Jing Shen Jue was perfect.

As the storm dissipated, Jian Wanshan's figure appeared, and there was another figure in front of him.

a small child.

Although he is a child, he gives off a gloomy atmosphere.

There was an uncomfortable feeling just looking at him.

When Mo Jun saw the child, his eyes suddenly lit up. He pointed at the child and said, "Here, let me take a bite, just one bite."

Mo Jun's saliva was dripping and about to flow out.

Lu Shaoqing also felt that the child was the sword spirit of the Soul Burying Sword.

Lu Shaoqing waved to it, "Come here, let uncle give you a hug."

"die!"

The Soul Burying Sword Spirit didn't talk nonsense and just pointed at Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing immediately felt as if he had been hit hard, as if an invisible sword had stabbed him hard.

With a sound of "Puff!", it flew backwards and blood spurted out.

"Fuck!"

Lu Shaoqing immediately covered his head and gritted his teeth, feeling extremely painful.

He even felt like his soul was being struck.

Indescribable pain spread throughout his body.

It feels like pain caused by an external injury, but also feels like pain coming from deep within the soul.

It was unbearable.

If Lu Shaoqing's Taoist heart had not been strong, he would have collapsed or even been destroyed under such severe pain.

When Jian Wanshan saw this scene, he had the urge to sing a song.

He waved his fist fiercely, excited.

Although it is the blessing and investment of the ancestors of the past generations, there is actually only one owner here, and that is the sword spirit of the Soul Burying Sword.

It is the god here.

Those illusory figures before were not the real ancestors of the sword family, but phantoms transformed by the power that the Soul Burying Sword Spirit allowed Jian Wanshan to call upon.

Jian Wanshan's proud voice sounded, "You have some tricks, but that's all."

"Master Sword Spirit is far more powerful than you can imagine."

"The power I just used was less than [-]% of Master Sword Spirit."

"You are dead!"

"Humph!"

The sword spirit of the Soul Burying Sword strikes again.

"puff!"

Lu Shaoqing was hurt again and blood spurted out again.

"Damn it, you are such a cruel kid." Lu Shaoqing was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat.

"Just wait, I'll beat the shit out of you later."

"Humph!"

The Soul Burying Sword Spirit took action again.

Invisible power appears instantly.

"Oh!"

Lu Shaoqing flew backwards, but this time he no longer vomited blood and did not suffer any damage.

The Soul-Burying Sword Spirit was startled, with surprise and doubt on his face.

A barrier appeared on Lu Shaoqing's body, and its attacks were ineffective.

Jian Wanshan's eyes widened, "How is that possible?"

"nothing is impossible!"

Lu Shaoqing jumped up and cursed, "The same moves have no effect on me."

"Come on, it's my turn."

Lu Shaoqing raised his head, smiled coldly, and disappeared suddenly.

The Soul Burying Sword Spirit raised his eyebrows, and disappeared in a flash.

Lu Shaoqing jumped in the air, "Why are you running so fast?"

"Come on, let uncle hug you!"

"Stupid!" The Soul Burying Sword Spirit sneered, and a force appeared.

Seal and imprison Lu Shaoqing.

But it was of no use to Lu Shaoqing. Lu Shaoqing broke the seal of the Soul Burying Sword Spirit with just a thought.

Soul Burying Sword Spirit's expression changed slightly, and Jian Wanshan's scalp went numb while watching the battle.

The Soul Burying Sword has a steady stream of input power from the ancestors of the swordsman family, and the input of their spiritual consciousness converges into a powerful force.

Here in the Soul Burying World, the power of the Soul Burying Sword is already invincible.

But Lu Shaoqing was able to easily neutralize the power of the Soul Burying Sword Spirit.

What does it mean? It means that Lu Shaoqing's spiritual consciousness is more powerful than the spiritual consciousness left by his ancestors of the sword family.

Jian Wanshan felt that this world was very outrageous.

How could there be such a powerful person in this world?

Jian Wanshan was shocked, but Lu Shaoqing did take the initiative to attack the elves.

His figure flashed continuously, as fast as lightning, and he continued to pursue the Soul Burying Sword Spirit.

However, this is the home of the Soul Burying Sword Spirit, and it can appear anywhere here with just a thought.

Lu Shaoqing missed every time.

"You can't catch me."

The Soul Burying Sword Spirit said in a cold, emotionless voice, "This is my world. Sooner or later you will run out of strength."

"Then you die!"

At the same time, they are also constantly launching counterattacks.

Although he can't do anything to Lu Shaoqing, he can consume Lu Shaoqing's power.

When Jian Wanshan heard this, his heart was set.

Yes, even if Lu Shaoqing is weird, this is the place where souls and sword spirits are buried. If the two sides fight fiercely, it will definitely be Lu Shaoqing who falls in the end.

Immediately, Jian Wanshan sneered, "Just accept your fate, you are no match for Lord Sword Spirit."

"Your end is doomed."

"You can't catch up with Master Sword Spirit, and you are no match for him..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space suddenly trembled.

"Ah..." The Soul Burying Sword Spirit joined in with a sound.