Chapter 382 (1/2)

In the sword washing pool, there are many changes.

Washed by the water of the sword pool, the martial spirit transformed into a sword spirit. The light of the sword was all over the sky. The sword's meaning was rampant in the void, hot or cold, which made the whole space vibrate.

Compared with the external turbulence, the bottom of the sword pool is particularly quiet at the moment.

Chu Xingyun sits at the bottom of the sword pool, his eyes closed, and there is no sound. The water of the sword pool seems to be spiritual, and it winds around him gently and finally flows into the spirit sea.

This kind of feeling, is very wonderful, let Chu Xingyun feel extremely comfortable, the mind is peaceful, spit breath, also become more and more gentle.

Whew!

Above Chu Xingyun's head, a white light suddenly blooms. These lights are not glaring, but are integrated with each other. Finally, they are transformed into a virtual human figure.

That Xu Ying is a middle-aged man in white. His appearance is very ordinary, but his eyes are full of sharp brilliance. His temperament is very high. It seems that he can break through the sky and stand on the top of heaven and earth.

I saw the middle-aged in white came to Chu Xingyun's face. His eyes were slightly coagulated and looked at him carefully. The white light on his body was also light and ran, covering Chu Xingyun completely.

This scene is strange and amazing, but everyone in the sword washing pool, including Chu Xingyun, seems to have not seen it, and is still immersed in the washing of the sword pool.

”This son's talent is amazing.” Suddenly, the middle-aged man in white vomited a surprised voice, looking at Chu Xingyun's eyes, flashing bursts of fine light.

”At the age of seventeen, when his talent was blooming, he had already reached the realm of combining spirit and sword. Moreover, he seemed to be very familiar with this realm. He only needed to absorb enough power from heaven and earth, and he could be promoted easily.”

The middle-aged man in white took a cold breath and continued: ”in addition, he still has the body of a sword, and he has refined his body to the perfect level by some mysterious skill of body quenching. Even if it is compared with the realm of heaven and spirit, it is not much better!”

”Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful

”The existence of this son, even in ancient times, is extremely rare, can be called the son of Kendo!”

The middle-aged man in white stares at Chu Xingyun. His eyes are full of fiery color. What he says in his mouth is also praise, without any dissatisfaction.

Especially when he found the body of Qinglian sword, his eyes were a little straight.

The so-called sword body is to take the body as the sword. Every move, swallow and spit will emit the breath of sword.

A person who has a sword body has a deep understanding of kendo. He can easily control any sword tool and sword technique, and can penetrate its essence, view a sword and understand all kinds of reasons.

”After thousands of years of silence, I finally met the most suitable swordsman. With the help of this son, I will be able to sweep away the decline and pay off all the losses I suffered in that year!”

White middle-aged face suddenly gushed the color of expectation, eyes moved again, pointed out the sword finger, toward Chu Xingyun's eyebrow heart slowly.

However, just at the moment when the sword finger touched Chu Xingyun's eyebrows, a hum suddenly rang out. On Chu Xingyun's body, there was a strong black light spreading out, and the sound of muffled sword chanting resounded through the void.

Hearing the sound of sword chanting, the eyes of the middle-aged in white burst into surprise. The next moment, in his vision, the black light condensed into a black epee. The shadow of the sword shakes the air, and it devours all the white light.