Xuanxia

Chapter 492: Pure Void Sword
"W-why?"

Zhao Yuan stood there in a daze, staring at the scabbard of the King Sword that shone like the scorching sun, his mouth open in shock.

Yue Heng and Tang Jiao also stopped and stared blankly.

What's going on? Can Fu Qingzhou's blood also activate the scabbard of the King Sword?
Only the coachman Yuan Ziping… He ignored the complicated meaning and collapsed to the side, panting: “Mr. Yue’s spell is quite powerful, but it’s a pity that it didn’t lighten the carriage much…”

"Why……"

Zhao Yuan's eyes had become a little strange: "Brother Fu, his blood..."

"It must be because we come from Wuweiguan!"

Tang Jiao quickly interrupted him: "My master used this scabbard before! Big brother also practiced the Yi Ran Jue given by the master! There must be a connection between them!"

"Oh?"

Zhao Yuan's expression lightened up when he heard this: "So that's how it is..."

While these people were stunned and astonished, the battle situation on the other side had already undergone a dramatic change.

After using his own blood to awaken the scabbard of Wang Jian, Fu Qingzhou suddenly had a different feeling from before.

Before, he used the scabbard of the King Sword and was more like a tool.

He actually didn't do anything, just waved and threw it casually, and the scabbard did the rest by itself. It seemed like it knew what Fu Qingzhou wanted to do, and helped him or protected him when he was in danger.

That feeling was one-way. Fu Qingzhou himself did not feel any power transmitted from the scabbard, nor did he feel any feeling of "telepathy".

But this time, it was different.

He still held the scabbard, but he seemed to be able to sense waves of pulsation coming from the scabbard... It was like a heartbeat, like a pulse, and like the vibration of the footsteps of billions of people marching in unison.

At this moment, Fu Qingzhou could no longer sense the scabbard.

This scabbard is no longer a scabbard, but has become an extension of his arm!

He even had a strange feeling that if something hit the scabbard, he might feel pain!

Of course, now is not the time to think about this.

In the smoke and dust, Huijue and Huikong stood up again.

The prayer flags hovering above their heads were spinning faster and faster, and the two men were visibly weaker.

At this time, the scabbard of Wang Jian shone brightly, which naturally attracted their attention.

Huijue frowned even more tightly, and he flashed away to continue running away.

However, having lost both arms, his movements were not as fast as before. Just as he was about to move, Huikong rushed out like the wind and blocked Huijue's way.

Huijue didn't stop, but lowered his head and directly hit it with his head.

Huikong didn't even try to avoid it, but used his chest to push forward...

They both looked to be about seven or eight years old, and from this perspective, they looked like two children fighting. However, when Huijue's head hit Huikong's chest, it made a loud noise like mountains colliding with seas, shaking the earth.

Huikong's face was calm and blood was flowing from his mouth.

But his condition was a little strange. He seemed to be chewing something in his mouth, and blood was flowing out of his mouth continuously, so much that it was a little scary.

At the same time, the prayer flags above their heads were spinning so fast that the pieces of cloth and ropes were no longer visible, and the entire prayer flag almost turned into a conical pagoda.

"you……"

Huijue showed a look of astonishment for the first time: "Chewing your tongue into pieces, swallowing blood and flesh, bearing the sin of breaking the precepts, and forcibly activating the Secret Wheel Banner?!"

Huikong looked very calm and even smiled.

His chest vibrated slightly, and a buzzing sound came out: "Junior brother, I told you that you can't leave."

As he spoke, the dense wheel banner had already circled down, sealing the two of them in at the same time. At the same time, Fu Qingzhou on the other side also raised his scabbard.

He exhaled gently, his eyes fixed on Huijue who was trapped by the prayer flags, his expression surprisingly calm.

He knew that if the sword was slashed, not only Huijue but Huikong would also be seriously injured, and the magic weapon that looked very powerful would also be destroyed.

But he also knew that there was no better opportunity.

Now is not the time to look back.

Everything lies in this sword!
boom!
Fu Qingzhou took a heavy step forward, turned his waist, shoulder and wrist, and thrust the scabbard forward!
The next moment, everyone present saw a pure white light.

This light is silent, it covers the sunlight and wipes out the colors in everyone's eyes.

It was a white light that spread out like water, very bright and dazzling, and spread rapidly like paint thrown into water.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to slow down.

Everything that was touched by this ray of light seemed to be smeared with ink in a painting, and it silently dispersed and broke apart from where the ink fell.

That is not swinging a sword, but drawing a stroke on the painting of the present world.

The white ink spots stained the painting, destroyed the scenery, and finally melted into the picture like water and disappeared.

This white light shocked everyone who could still open their eyes.

Tang Jiao, Yue Heng, Yuan Ziping and others all opened their eyes and mouths wide.

Even though they knew that this was not Fu Qingzhou's own power, they were still shocked beyond words.

Zhao Yuanze clenched his fists, his eyes showing extreme enthusiasm: "This kind of power... this is the kind of power!"

"This is……"

Li Jingzhe, who had woken up at some point, leaned against a tree by the roadside, his eyes trembling: "Qingxu...Sword Transformation Technique?"

Yes, this is the Qingxu Sword Technique.

When Fu Qingzhou was exploring Huixin's memory, a trace of divine consciousness left by Long Dabei showed him a set of methods to crack the Bodhi Divine Light Seal, which naturally included the Qingxu Sword Technique.

He didn't know many sword moves, one could even say they were pitifully few. Apart from the Liufeng sword technique that Hua Wuying taught back then, the only thing left was the strongest sword technique in the former Zhenxian Palace.

Now that he was holding the scabbard of the King Sword and had seen the endless sword light in the scabbard, how could Fu Qingzhou... not give it a try?
But even he himself had never imagined that the power of this sword could be so terrifying!
The sword swung by Long Dabei in Shu City back then was far from being as powerful as this.

Of course, that year, Long Dabei had already run out of energy, and all he had was an ordinary iron sword...

No wonder Long Dabei became the public enemy of the whole world.

If he had another magic sword in his heyday, would he be able to swing it even more stunningly than the one he used today?
The white light gradually faded away, and the colors between heaven and earth also recovered bit by bit.

The light on the scabbard dimmed and disappeared, and Fu Qingzhou seemed to have all the strength drained away. He could no longer stand, and half-knelt down, supporting himself with the scabbard.

Colored paper began to float in the sky above the boulevard, which had already been in a mess and full of deep pits.

Those are the colored papers on the prayer flags... They are flying in the sky like rain, fluttering in the wind.

Huikong stood there, his face was sad, blood was still flowing from his mouth. From the surface, it was impossible to tell what kind of damage he had suffered from this sword...but the fatigue in his eyes had reached the extreme.

He looked down at the ground.

Where Huijue had just stood, only a broken body remained.

That was Huijue's appearance, with only the upper body left, the lower body was gone, but at this moment this mutilated body did not look like a living person. There was no flesh or bones at the broken waist, not even a drop of blood, and the inside was hollow.

At first glance, it looks like a broken hollow statue.

(End of this chapter)