Chapter 59: Liang Yi Plum Blossom Sword

Long Yu hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground. A sword appeared in front of him, piercing through his heart and stuck inside. Long Yu fell to the ground, looking at his body, with a breath of despair all over his body. Long Yu knew that this was an attack from the sword-browed man, and Long Yu tried to drive away the breath.

But still controlled by despair, Zong Ling shook his head and looked at the sky. "Master, you have two ways. One is to use your Taoist body to fight with the breath, and the second is to devour his sword energy." Long Yu looked at Zong Ling in confusion, "What is the difference between the two?"

Two little men appeared in front of Zong Ling's chest. The little man on the right swallowed the black air in one gulp, making himself bigger. The little man on the left fought with the black air, constantly colliding. Long Yu looked across at him and asked if there was any technique for swallowing.

A technique for devouring Dao power appeared in front of Zong Ling. Long Yu could understand it after reading it once. It was to continuously absorb the Dao power of others and then transform it into his own Dao power. Long Yu looked at the sword on his chest and chose to devour this desperate sword energy.

Zong Ling shook his head and looked at the sky, "Master, swallowing is fast, which may affect your foundation. Swallowing is only temporary, and victory is the fundamental." Long Yu looked at Zong Ling shaking his head. Long Yu nodded, swallowing one step in, and then you can defeat it later, which is like locking the enemy in your own home.

Long Yu hesitated for a moment, and two little men appeared on his soul. The white little man told Long Yu that he had to rely on his own efforts step by step. The black little man told Long Yu that after swallowing, he would have the ability to fight back, and then he could retreat to defeat this external force.

Long Yu considered again and again and chose to swallow. The two water dragons on his body swallowed the breath of despair. Long Yu watched his water dragons become much bigger, and the water dragons carried a trace of despair. Long Yu looked at his two water dragons with a trace of black air.

Long Yu guided his own body, constantly absorbing the breath of despair, and the two dragon shapes changed from vague white mist to appearing beside Long Yu with a black dragon tendon. There was a little black mist in Long Yu's eyes, and if you didn't pay attention, you couldn't see it clearly.

Long Yu looked up at the two characters "Bing Dian" on the hall. The strokes were powerful and looked like a dragon's tail. A hint of majesty could be seen in the dark yellow characters. Long Yu stepped out, and white ash floated beside his feet.

The uneven semicircle in front of the door revealed the dark gray rust of the years. On both sides of the middle were bearded and struggling lion heads, with two dark silver circles hanging on their nostrils. Long Yu raised his left foot to half the knee position, and the small green pieces of rags on his feet fell back on the threshold.

Looking at the scene in front of him, there were colorful lights everywhere, in the form of scorpions, fireballs, and sword bodies. A dark red sword flew towards Long Yu, and Long Yu stretched out his right hand to touch the hilt. There was a two-yin image on the hilt, and the grip was evenly arranged on three jade stones.

The end of the hilt had three circles on it, which looked like a cone, and a plum blossom was engraved on the sword pin. Long Yu held the hilt with his right hand, and a cold air came to him, and he felt the charm of a plum blossom blooming in the ice.

A sword pointed at him, and Long Yu pouted his right mouth, looking at it with a sense of pride. Long Yu gently raised the sword in his sword-lifting hand to form a circle towards the flying sword, and the flying sword flew past from the left at an angle.

Long Yu jumped up lightly, holding the sword in his right hand in the air and pointing it at the sword-browed man. A plum blossom appeared on the tip of the sword. The power of Taoism was directed to the tip of the sword, and a snow-white plum blossom with reddish pink rushed towards the sword-browed man. Just as the plum blossom was about to hit the sword-browed man, the sword-browed man jumped back a step, just out of the range of the plum blossom.

"Master, quickly control the Yin-Yang Plum Blossom Sword. You are the master, not the sword slave." Long Yu listened to the voice of the ancestor spirit and realized that he had become a sword slave. Long Yu looked at the sky above his spiritual consciousness and saw a plum blossom forked beside the sword. The sword was standing on the Yin-Yang diagram.

A black shadow appeared behind Long Yu. Long Yu turned around and held the hilt of the sword. A sword appeared at the waist of the black shadow. A moon fox with plum blossoms cut the black shadow into two pieces. Long Yu was so surprised that he looked at the sword in his hand. It was not under his control at all.

Long Yu shouted in his consciousness, "How can I control this Yin-Yang Plum Blossom Sword?" Zong Ling shook his head, standing on the mountain above Long Yu's consciousness, looking at the moving object in the sky. "First, make a contract, let it exist in your consciousness. Second, surrender it and let it recognize you as its master. Third, force it out of your consciousness space."

While Long Yu was still thinking about how to deal with the Liang Yi Plum Blossom Sword, a woman in snow-white clothes appeared in front of him. There was a spider on her face, dark red hair was coiled on her back, and her right hand made a claw shape and swung at Long Yu. Long Yu subconsciously placed the sword in front of him, and his whole body was surrounded by plum blossoms.

Long Yu looked at his body in front of him, which was being wrapped by an invisible force and constantly shrinking. "The master is the traceless thousand-worm silkworm. Hurry up and make a choice for the Liangyi Plum Blossom Sword, otherwise you will be strangled to death by her silkworm silk."

Long Yu's body was struggling, and the sense of urgency in his heart made him yell at the spirit in his mind, "What should I do?" "Master, use your mind to communicate with the sword spirit. Tell us your choice, and he will tell you what to do."

Long Yu's consciousness was transmitted to the Liang Yi Plum Blossom Sword. Long Yu looked at a man in white, holding a plum blossom in his left hand, holding a sword in his right hand, with white hair on both sides draped over his back, and his feet on a Liang Yi diagram. There were snow-capped mountains all around, and on one side of the vast white, a few pieces of flowers fell in the air.

Long Yu saluted to the man in white and said, "Senior, I want to fight alongside you. Will you be my sword spirit?" The man in white waved his hand, and Long Yu's spiritual consciousness appeared in front of the man in white. The man in white tapped Long Yu's brow with a plum blossom.

"All flowers are asleep, only I am blooming; thousands of waters are frozen, only I am alive. Once I became a red-blooded man, I have never forgotten the ways of courtesy and propriety for ten years." Long Yu looked at the man in white and gave him a teacher's salute. "I have been waiting for you for hundreds of thousands of years, and you are finally here, haha."

Long Yu watched the white clothes in front of him transform into a Liangyi plum blossom sword and appear in his hand. Watching the cold wind blowing on the snow, a plum blossom took root and sprouted beside him, and a plum blossom grew out. Long Yu was in the snowy mountains, refining the sword towards the plum blossom.

There was a plum blossom petal lying on the tip of the sword, and Long Yu was wielding the sword towards the plum blossom. As if he didn't want the plum blossom to be even slightly affected, Long Yu kept wielding the plum blossom petals, and more and more of them appeared. Long Yu was protecting him within his protection range.

Long Yu opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. The power of Taoism was transmitted to the tip of the sword. A gentleman's aura appeared on the sword. Long Yu slashed the woman in front of him with the sword, and the restraints on her body disappeared immediately. Long Yu smiled, put his left hand behind his back, and the sword in his right hand fell on his right side.

Long Yu stood in the air, a warm breeze blew on his face, and his hair fluttered in the air. Long Yu looked at the woman in front of him with a surprised expression, and suddenly felt five winds coming from the left. Long Yu moved the left side of his body backwards, and blocked the wind with his right hand.

Long Yu was even more surprised. Five powers came from the Liangyi Plum Blossom Sword, and his body took two steps back. Long Yu turned into a straight piercing sword and stabbed at the woman's forehead. He watched his sword stay on the woman's forehead and did not make any further moves.

Long Yu looked at the woman's evil smile, his heart ached and the blood in his body stopped flowing. Long Yu fell into the air and looked at the woman, her body covered in blood. In her right hand was a heart that beat twice and then stopped.

Long Yu fell to the ground, dust rose around him, and there was no life in Long Yu's body. The woman in the air threw the heart in her hand, rolled on the ground and jumped twice, just next to Long Yu's body. Long Yu's eyes were scattered, and there was no possibility of repairing his body.

Long Yu watched the man in white in his consciousness shake the sky and leave his consciousness. Long Yu watched the woman pick up the Liangyi Plum Blossom Sword. The moment she picked it up, her whole body's temperament changed, as if she was a fairy in the snow. A plum blossom fell beside him and passed by the heart of Long Yu's body.

Zong Ling shook his head, ran into the ring, and dragged a sword with purple lightning out of the ring with both hands. Zong Ling shook his head and looked at the sky, "Master, you have three swords, this lightning sword, and the ice cone sword and fire diamond sword in your consciousness."

Long Yu looked at the Thunder Sword in Zong Ling's hand. Seeing the fight going on around him, Long Yu was not in a hurry to repair his body. "Yes, I have my own sword. The Yin-Yang Plum Blossom Sword is someone else's sword. I can only rely on understanding other people's feelings."

Long Yu tried to summon his Ice Hammer Sword and Fire Diamond Sword. Two sword spirits that looked like him appeared next to the Zong Ling in his spiritual space. Long Yu smiled. It had been so long. I had really used three swords. In my dream, I thought these swords had been broken.

"Master, these swords are only one step away from being able to catch up with the Yin-Yang Plum Blossom Sword. Your Dao has not yet formed them." Long Yu looked at the Ice Hammer Sword, the Fire Diamond Sword, and the Thunder Sword in Zong Ling's hand. They were indeed three swords with only attributes. Long Yu recalled that the chimpanzee also forged two swords, which still had the will of attributes.

"Zong Ling, what should I do to make them take shape?" Long Yu looked at Zong Ling who was shaking his head with hope. "Master, infuse your Tao into the three swords, and they will become your swords." Zong Ling shook his head and put the Thunder Sword on the ground. "Master, I can also change into a sword. If you want, I can devour them and fight alongside you."

Long Yu listened to Zong Ling's words and thought it was interesting. He still had to think about it. Zong Ling shook his head and turned into a sword. Long Yu thought it was just an ordinary sword. "Master, I can change into any sword shape you want, but it has no attributes."

The sword spirit turned into a two-yin plum blossom sword. Long Yu took a look and thought it was okay. "Zong Ling, we fought side by side. I will teach you these three swords." Zong Ling turned into a little man, shook his little head and walked to the side of the ice cone sword, eating the ice cone sword in big mouthfuls.

Zong Ling's body did not change. Long Yu looked at Zong Ling with a look of regret. This was the sword that he had spent twenty years to make, but he did not expect that Zong Ling would still give it up. Long Yu felt like he was being cut by a knife, and he was helpless that he did not have a better sword yet, so he could only follow Zong Ling's advice.