Pigeon fine note

Gu Zeming turned into a pigeon, fluttering in the gaps between the huge falling ice.

He felt like his wings were going to freeze off.

The magic sword itself is slender, theoretically much lighter than Gu Zeming's chubby pigeon.But it had a heavy scabbard on it, and it often jammed.

After barely scraping the ice again, Demon Sword screamed in dissatisfaction.

"Be patient, let's talk about it when we find the soul-calling banner." Gu Zeming said in a low voice, "If you lose the scabbard on the way, you will definitely not find it when you come back."

Demon Sword was wronged.

Gu Zeming had no intention of comforting Demon Sword at this time.He had already seen a wisp of gray mist.

Fortunately, the gap here has been much larger.Then he turned back into a human, drew his sword, squatted down and quietly put the scabbard on the ground.

Then, he stood up slowly, holding the sword in one hand, pawing at the ice wall with the other, and leaned cautiously towards the gray mist.

"die--"

The falling of the ice above has stopped.However, the soul-calling banner is still burning.The gray fog is getting thicker.All kinds of voices are mixed together, almost inaudible, but the hatred in them is very clear.

Gu Zeming hid himself and watched for a long time, thinking about the possibility of throwing the sword and piercing the soul-calling banner.

...it doesn't seem to be possible.

"...Aren't you able to float by yourself, can you rush over and poke that off by yourself." He quietly asked Demon Sword.

Demon Sword: ...Obviously not.

For a sword to be powerful, it must be wielded.Even the magic sword is not immune.

Before Gu Zeming could be disappointed, the gray mist suddenly stopped flowing.

Gu Zeming froze.

...seems to have been discovered.

Demon Sword: ...So was it useful to be so careful before?

"die!"

The gray fog rushed towards Gu Zeming.

Gu Zeming: "...help."

He doesn't know how to use a sword, what should he do now?

The magic sword, which was ordered in danger, let out a long howl, and the howling sound was as real as it broke through the encirclement of gray fog.

Before Huiwu launched the second attack, the magic sword led Gu Zeming to swing the sword——

Huge power poured out with the tip of the sword, and the gray mist dissipated at the touch of it.

Immediately, half of the gray fog was cleared away.

Gu Zeming broke out in a cold sweat, and the hand holding the sword was shaking.Seeing this scene, he felt slightly relieved.

Demon Sword, who has seen a lot of the big world, seems not to be afraid, but also very disgusted with this pigeon who can't do anything.

Gu Zeming: "..."

You recognize the Lord yourself, blame me?

Gray Mist already had the intention of retreating.

The soul-calling banner burned more intensely.It is desperate to accumulate all its strength.

Can't wait.Late will change.

Gu Zeming clenched the sword with both hands, and rushed towards the soul-calling banner.

The gray mist rose suddenly, and there were screams.

"blame--"

"Funeral—"

Gu Zeming's mind went blank, and he almost closed his eyes when he rushed in front of the summoning banner.

He put everything in his body under the control of the magic sword.

The sword is raised, about to be lowered—

A vague phantom suddenly appeared in the gray mist.

"Ming'er, accompany me."

Gu Zeming paused.

……wrong!Master is dead!This is……

But it was too late.

At this moment, the gray fog surged in.

"Goo-"

Gu Zeming only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart.

He knelt down on the ground in pain, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

No, no, you have to get up quickly.It doesn't matter if you pay for your master's life, you have to cut off the soul-calling flag first...

He tried hard to mobilize himself, but it seemed that he had lost contact with his body.

...just endless pain.

Gray Mist charged up again.

Gu Zeming was in despair.

...It was all his fault.His cowardice, his hesitation, his sloppy...

Sure enough, he couldn't do anything well.No wonder it was abandoned...

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Thousands of kalpas shouted.

Earth shakes.

Gu Zeming did not wait for the gray mist to attack.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and looked through the bloody eyes——

The Mozun holds the magic sword in his hand, and looks down at the soul-calling banner that has been cut in half on the ground.

The surrounding ice that had just recovered was affected by the sword, and fine and dense cracks appeared on all the ice.

The power of this sword completely contrasted with the weakness of the actual owner of the magic sword.

...so weak that it can't even exert one percent of the true power of the magic sword.

"Xing..." Gu Zeming was stunned.

The snow-white crystals had already completely covered the sword-holding hand of the Demon Venerable, and were rapidly expanding, almost covering the Demon Venerable's whole body in an instant.

Gu Zeming's brain was in chaos.He didn't know where he got the strength, he jumped over and snatched the sword from Mozun's hand.

He threw down the sword and barely hugged the fallen demon, unable to say anything, but smeared his own blood on the crystal with all his might.

The blood-stained crystals faded slightly.

The entire ice cave could no longer hold on and collapsed.

Seeing that the blood was not enough, Gu Zeming went to look for the magic sword again.

The magic sword drifted away far away, making a sound of rejection.

"Don't make trouble," Gu Zeming didn't know if he had made a sound, "I..."

A pain in his head made him lose consciousness.

Countless slugs of ice fell down, completely burying the ice cave.