Chapter 5: Burning, golden crows spit out flames!

"Dad, Yu'er has condensed his sword energy. Can you practice the foundation-laying sword technique?"

The scene of that year was vaguely turned around in Luo Qianfeng's mind at this moment.

It was a boy about eight or nine years old, wearing a tender white dress, tilting his head with some hope.

"No, let's consolidate it for a few more days. The sword energy is born, and you must cultivate it well."

"I know dad."

How many years have you been? Luo Qianfeng murmured in his heart, I hope you don’t blame your father.

Buzz —

A blazing white light immediately burst out from Luo Qianfeng's body. In an instant, the space confinement belonging to Ling Yi was suddenly shaken away by Luo Qianfeng.

Immediately, the hot Ziyang sword intent wrapped Luo Qianfeng around him, as if a purple-gold-colored sun phantom rose from behind. Although the majestic Ziyang sword element was only 70%, the power that burst out suddenly made the surrounding void tremble violently.

In the void around Luoqian Peak, the endless purple yang true fire burned, dyeing the surrounding void into a dazzling purple gold color.

The space was twisted, and strands of purple Yang sword aura drilled from every hole in Luo Qianfeng's body, wrapping itself up like a spring silkworm sprinkling silk.

One layer was not enough. The purple Yang Sword Gang, which was thinner than the hair, wrapped hundreds of layers of Luo Qianfeng in two breaths. A large purple gold "color" cocoon that was thousands of feet tall formed in the void, instantly suppressing half of the sky.

Click—

The space was broken, and countless narrow and long holes of hundreds of feet long extended out of this cocoon.

"This is--" Mu Qingyuan seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Ziyang Sword Emperor at the same time.

"Qianfeng!" His eyes were a little dull. The Ziyang Sword Emperor looked at the purple gold "color" cocoon in the distance. Such a power had far surpassed Luo Qianfeng's cultivation level. He couldn't tell why he had what the white light that burst out on Luo Qianfeng's body before was.

Soul!

Only a burning soul can burst out such a terrifying power.

The purple yang energy between heaven and earth drilled into the purple gold-colored cocoon in large quantities.

thump--

thump--

It was like an organ, from the purple-gold cocoon, a rhythmic plop sound came from the purple-gold cocoon, as if something was fostered in it. Every beat seemed to be deeply imprinted in the heart.

The endless power of the way of heaven came, and in the void around the purple gold cocoon, a huge sword roared out of thin air.

"Dad——" has obtained the inheritance of the Five Elements Sword Lord. If anyone of the Zixia Sect knows the most about the secrets of swordsmanship now, it goes without saying that it must be Luo Xinyu. At this moment, how could he not know what his father Luo Qianfeng did?

Burning the soul and fighting for life, after this sword, the soul will be scattered and there will be no chance of reincarnation.

Chiu--

The next moment, an extremely majestic chirping sounded. This chirping, unlike Lu Qing's power of the true dragon, was filled with a breath of the emperor.

Chiu--

It seemed that I felt something. The golden sun divine bird separated from the silver-armored earth dragon in the distance raised its head and made a loud crow cry.

Bo--

It was like the sound of bubbles rupturing, and the purple-gold cocoon that had previously wrapped around Luo Qianfeng suddenly broke open.

Chiu--

The two purple gold-colored wings burning with the blazing true fire stretched out, about a thousand feet long, and the purple gold-colored feathers that looked like swords were outlined by the fiery purple-yang sword aura.

What is most surprising is that under the rising giant firebird, there are three sharp claws, and the purple-gold giant claws are slender and powerful. When they step on the void, the newborn bird body suddenly spread its wings in the air.

The ancient legendary spirit beast emperor, the three-legged golden crow!

The golden crow sang and resounded throughout the world!

The head has not been raised, the proud emperor has awesome aura, the body has not been spread, the three feet have appeared in the air, the wings have not been spread, and the sword elephant has awesome momentum.

boom--

A circle of clear hole space spread out, and the three-legged golden crow that wrapped Luo Qianfeng's eyes shot out a terrifying purple gold divine light, with bright eyes, as if it had come alive. The fierce sword intent made the hot purple yang true fire on the three-legged golden crow's body rise, as if it was about to burn everything in front of it.

Click—

Under the huge claws of the three-legged golden crow, the space was like loose earth and stones, and it was suddenly shattered. However, immediately, the three-legged golden crow opened its mouth and a mysterious sword intent emanated from it.

This sword intent is different from the previous Ziyang sword intent. This sword intent is even more domineering and hot. Before it appeared, it opened a circle of holes with a hundred feet in radius in front of the three-legged golden crow's huge mouth.

"This is—" Ziyang Sword Emperor's eyes were deeply unbelievable.

"Uncle Master, is this—" Xuan Ming said in a shocked look on his face.

"It should be," Ziyang Sword Emperor whispered, "Qianfeng finally understood this sword, but this sword was the last sword."

The seventh style of the Ziyang Seven-Secret Sword: Golden Crow Spits Flame!

During the ancient wilderness period, the most powerful magical power of the three-legged Golden Crow of the tenth-level beast emperor was the sun true fire that burned everything in his mouth. Compared with the ordinary sun true fire on his body, the hottest sun true flames that spit out from his mouth.

In ancient times, even the tenth-level dragon emperor was comparable to the purple emperor-level magic sword, and he had to avoid his sharp edge, which showed his might.

At this moment, when he saw this Dharma image, Ling Yi, who was in the Lingxiao Sect in the Purple Emperor Realm, was also well-read. He knew many secrets. After seeing them, he understood them and his mind was shocked for a moment.

Chiu--

However, before the thought could be evaded, a pure gold "color" sword light flashed through the empty space in front of the three-legged golden crow.

Bang—

Only when he could protect the magic sword in front of him, Ling Yi felt an irresistible sword intent rushing on his body, the sea of ​​consciousness shook and even heard a clear and broken sound.

Ling Yi was knocked away several miles away. Ling Yi looked up at the sky and spitted out a mouthful of pain, and his face turned extremely pale.

The top-level golden heaven-level divine sword in his hand was broken at the same time, and a clear blood hole appeared on his right chest.

"How dare you hurt me!" The anger in Ling Yi's eyes almost burst out. Without hesitation, he turned his hand and appeared in his hand with a jade bottle. Without even looking, he swallowed the pill and medicine in it into his mouth.

Immediately, the blood hole in his right chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Ling Yi's pale complexion became even rosy in two breaths.

In these two breaths, the eight Ziyang Sword Emperor had all gathered to Luo Qianfeng.

At this moment, the golden crow Dharma image wrapped around Luo Qianfeng had dissipated. Looking at Luo Qianfeng again, there was no more blood color on his body. White light lingered on his body and gradually dissipated in the surrounding void.

"Dad——" Holding Luo Qianfeng's body, Luo Xinyu's always calm expression showed a painful face for the first time, and his mind trembled. Nie Qingtian could clearly see Luo Xinyu's hands trembling.

Buzz —

Immediately, the hundreds of white lights that were about to dissipate condensed and formed in front of the eight people.

"Dad——" Looking at the figure emerging in front of him, Luo Xinyu exclaimed sadly.

"Xinyu, don't be like this little childlike manner. My swordsman from Zixia Sect should stand straight!" Looking at Luo Xinyu in front of him, Luo Qianfeng, who had a illusory white light, couldn't help but stretch out his hand, "Xinyu, your mother died early back then, I have always asked you in this and that way. Do you blame your father? Dad didn't give you childhood."

"No, I don't blame my father. There must be a way, there must be some." Luo Xinyu suddenly turned his head toward Ziyang Sword Emperor, "Uncle Master, Three Life Stone, Three Life Stone, as long as there are Three Life Stones, you can save your father."

Three Lives Stone!

The eyes of Ziyang Sword Emperor showed a dull color, how could he have the Three Life Stone?

"Master of Wood Palace, Three Life Stone, you have Three Life Stone, right? You are the Master of the Sword God Temple in my Qingfan Realm!" Luo Xin looked crazy, holding Luo Qianfeng with one hand and losing his soul body, and holding Mu Qingyuan's sleeve tightly with the other hand.

He shook his head with a wry smile. Mu Qingyuan sighed in his heart. Three Life Stone, even in the Bailing Realm, there are very few sects that can be owned by such treasures. With the Three Life Stone, after death, reincarnation, he can have memories of his previous life. With the understanding of his previous life, he can save a lot of time on the path of swordsmanship.

It can be said that if the hopeless path of swordsmanship in this life has the Three Life Stone, it will be possible to regain hope in the next life. Such a treasure would not be so good. Not to mention that he was the hall master of Qingfan Palace, even if he was the hall master of Jintian Palace, without great dedication and cultivation, Sword God Mountain would never give such a treasure. For many masters of the Sword Soul Realm, as long as they have memories of their previous life and reincarnation, there is no problem. The physical skin has no meaning before the heavenly path of swordsmanship.

"No, you must have it, Brother Nie, Brother Zhao, Uncle Xun, Uncle Ming, Uncle Xuan——" His eyes turned continuously, and Luo Xinyu's eyes already had a look of despair, "Impossible, unwilling to-"

"Luo Xinyu!"

His mind was shocked, and Luo Xinyu looked at the gradually illusory figure in front of him.

"You have to remember that I, Luo Qianfeng's child, have no cowards. It is your responsibility to stand up and defend the sect!" Although it was about to collapse, Luo Qianfeng's eyes were still as solid as the substance. Luo Xinyu's whole body was shaking and his body slowly straightened.

"Buried me and your mother together, she has been lonely for a long time-" Another almost ethereal voice sounded.

"father--"

"Senior Brother Luo——"

"Qianfeng--"

His eyes were dull and he looked at the white light dissipating in his palm, Luo Xinyu couldn't believe it.

A few miles away, looking at Luo Xinyu’s eight people coldly, a sneer appeared on the corner of Ling Yi’s mouth.
Chapter completed!