Chapter 151: Soulbreaker

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There is a very quiet surrounding. This is a yard. In the yard, a small pavilion stands beside the pond, and in the pond, there are small fishes wandering!
"Master, what is this place?"
Looking at the strange scene, he couldn't help asking.
"Mo Yuan!"
Don't ask the light words.
I saw above the courtyard, two faintly printed on it, these two words carried a scent of ink, but also a scent ...
Xiao Xiaoyi!
"The Book Sword Formation!"
It seemed to remember something, Mo Wentian's face suddenly changed.
"How did the Shuxiang Sword Formation appear here!"
Mo Wentian took a breath and then turned his head to look at it. Mo Wentian's face changed drastically, and I saw that in this small courtyard, when I saw it, countless Mo Ju suddenly opened.
A faint scent of ink filled the courtyard.
"Master, so sweet ..."
Whispering eyes are full of joy.
"Don't move anything, hold your breath!"
Mo Wentian's cold voice came, and the next moment, a faint sword gas passed away from Mo Wentian's chest.
"brush……"
Among Mo Xiang, who would pay attention to this sword qi.
The sword gas passed, and Mo Wentian's chest was cut through a hole, and blood leaked out.
"So strong sword spirit!"
Mo Wentian took a breath, his physique was already the supreme gold body, and now Mo Wentian, even the sword emperor of the sword, can hardly hurt Mo Wentian.
But this sword spirit, but ...
"Back!"
Seems to find something, Mo Wentian suddenly whispered softly, and disappeared quickly.
"Hmm ..."
The three sword qi fell on the place where Mo Wentian disappeared. The sword qi fell on the ground and disappeared directly. Where the sword qi passed, all the ink chrysanthemums withered!
"Who really left the Sword Emperor Hall, how could there be a Shuxiang Sword Formation ..."
The figure of Mo Wentian appeared in the corner of the small courtyard. In the corner, Mo Jutian was lazy, but with Mo Wentian's appearance, a Mo Motian emerged out of thin air and quickly opened!
"Master, what's going on?"
Mo Qing asked pale.
"This is the sword array!"
Mo Wentian gave a low drink, and then the figure flickered and disappeared again.
"Go to the middle pavilion!"
Seems to find something, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly lighted up, Mo Ju appeared in all places in the small courtyard, only in the small pavilion ...
No squibbles appeared.
"go!"
With a cold drink, Mo Wentian body method unfolded and rushed directly to the pavilion.
"Brush it ..."
It seems that Mo Wentian's movements were sensed. A dozen swordsmanships flew towards Mo Wentian like lightning.
"bad……"
Mo Wentian's complexion suddenly changed, and even with such a dense sword, it was difficult for him to ...
"Fireball!"
But the next moment, just as Mo Wentian was preparing to step back, the whisper in his arms suddenly whispered, and saw one by one the fireballs, slamming directly into the sword gas!
"boom……"
The sword air fell on the fireball and dissipated directly.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Mo Wentian stayed for a while, even the dozen sword qi killed around him, Mo Wentian forgot!
"Fireball ..."
Whispering saw that his fireball technique worked, hitting several fireballs again, the fireball hit the sword air, and the sword air dissipated directly, but the fireball of the soft language fell into the yard.
"Buzz ..."
These fireballs, even the chrysanthemum, started to burn.
"This chrysanthemum is transformed by the sword, and can it burn?"
Mo Wentian was stunned, whispering in his arms, but a smiley face was excited.
"Go to the pavilion!"
Mo Wentian finally returned to God, whispered, and entered the pavilion.
In the pavilion is a desk.
On the desk, there are pens and inks. The ink pens do not look like pens, but more like ...
A sword!
"Pen sword ..."
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, a finger sword fell, and the pen on the desk was broken!
"Buzz ..."
In the small courtyard, it returned to normal again, Mo Ju disappeared, only a few small fireballs, still burning in the courtyard!
"Whisper, where did you learn your little fireball?"
Seems to remember something, Mo Wentian asked Mo Qing suddenly.
"Fireball?"
Mo Qingyu paused for a moment, then whispered, "I don't know where I learned from, but I already have it in my mind ..."
"Already ..."
"Is it inheriting memory!"
Mo Wentian's brow frowned deeply. Last time, he found some special memories of whispering. Now combined with this fireball, whispering ...
Really inherited memories!
"What else can you do besides fireball?"
Mo Wentian looked at the whisper and asked suddenly.
"What else?"
Whispering slightly, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then his face excitedly said, "Whispering can also fire dragon!"
"Fire dragon, come out!"
"Roar……"
A roar came, and Mo Wentian only felt an extremely hot breath, and saw an eight wild fire dragon appearing in front of Mo Wentian ...
"this is……"
"Whispering Eight Wild Swords!"
Mo Wentian was stunned for a while, the Eight Swords Sword Meaning, that is the Sword Sophistication of the Sword Emperor, the Eight Swords, which are Fenghuoyunlei, Jinmu Ice Rock.
There are eight kinds of wasteland, which are strong and weak, of which the four kinds of wasteland of Thunder, Fire, Gold and Ice have the strongest attack power.
"Whisper, if this fire dragon is not dangerous, don't summon it out to know?"
Seems to remember something, Mo Wentian whispered suddenly.
"Yes, master!"
Whisperingly took the fire dragon back.
"Four Elephant Demon Beasts, Eight Wastelands, Others realize a Four Elephant Swordsmanship, and then realize a Eight Waster Swordsmanship to become the Sword Emperor, but I ..."
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed.
The swordsman of Qinglong Sword Yi understands the fire attribute wasteland, that is the fire dragon sword emperor, and the ice attribute, that is the ice dragon sword emperor, and the cloud attribute, that is the cloud dragon sword emperor ...
Do n’t ask Heaven to comprehend the four phenomena. If you realize the wasteland, would n’t it ...
"Master, this has text!"
At this moment, the voice of Whisper came again, and Mo Wentian flashed and appeared beside Whisper.
A small boundary monument appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
"Shu Xiang Yuan!"
The faint four characters appeared on the boundary monument. The next moment, the scene in front of Mo Wentian's eyes changed again. The figure of the two men appeared in a hall.
"Broken Soul Sword, Man Broken Soul ..."
In the hall, there were faint sounds, which fluttered in the wind, and the mysterious sounds seemed to take away even the spirits ...
"Broken Sword ..."
In the main hall, Mo Wentian suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that in the center of the void, there was a sculpture. On the sculpture, there were lightly written four words, the soul-breaking sword emperor!
"It's the soul-breaking sword emperor of the Western Region ..."
Mo Wentian exclaimed, Shuxiang Sword Formation, Broken Sword Emperor, what is hidden in this sword palace ...
"Boy, do you want the King of Swords?"
At this moment, a dry voice suddenly came. Mo Wentian turned his head and saw a dry body sitting in the corner quietly!
"who are you?"
When Mo Wentian saw this person, he stepped back and asked.
"Hahahaha ... who am I, eight thousand years ago, who am I, why am I here, who tell me, why am I here ..."
The withered body suddenly stood up, and all the wild voices were crazy.
"Master ..."
Whispering scared to hide behind Mo Wentian.
"My name is Qing Moshan, I am a disciple of the Broken Soul Sect, all dead, and all of my Broken Soul Sects are dead, why am I still alive ..."
That figure suddenly became extremely confused.
Then he seemed to remember something, and the man suddenly looked at Mo Wentian and said, "Boy, do you want the sword emperor order, right?"
"Sword of King ..."
Mo Wentian looked at the old man, his eyes flashed wildly.
Broken Soul Sect?
Thousands of years ago!
Ten thousand years ago, the Broken Soul Sect was the first gate of the Northern Territory.
The sound of the piano, the soul of the sword! but now……