A thought moves.

The Nine-ring Big Sword appeared in the hand.

When He Zhenxiong saw the knife in Xia Wuji's hand, he was stunned.

Ordinary soldiers?

He wouldn't want to use ordinary soldiers to serve his spiritual weapons...

Using ordinary soldiers to fight against the spirit sword is purely seeking death!

It can be said that this guy is dead!

Cough cough cough...

Excited, He Zhenxiong opened his mouth and coughed up a pool of blood, and there were several internal organ fragments inside.

Sure enough, Xia Wuji suddenly kicked the ground under his feet.

Bang!

The bones under your feet immediately became powder, and the bones around them fluctuated and reached several meters high, and then they rippled out like waves.

Xia Wuji rushed towards He Zhenxiong like a cannonball.

"Overbial power! It is your glory to be able to die under the Qiushui Sword!"

He Zhenxiong's face looked like paper, but his eyes were extremely disdainful.

Spiritual weapons are different from magic weapons.

A magic weapon cannot be activated without magic power, but even if the spiritual weapon does not have magic power, it can be activated with its soul.

Moreover, the hardness of the spirit sword is far from comparable to that of magic weapons. It can be big or small, and it has infinite power.

Therefore, every spiritual weapon is extremely precious.

The entire Guiyu Sect only has this low-grade spiritual weapon, which is the treasure of the sect.

This Qiu Shui Spirit Sword is his biggest trump card.

Generally speaking, he was reluctant to take it out and used it, so he kept it in the dantian to warm it up to enhance his spirituality and be more in line with his master.

It will only be used unless the sect encounters a major disaster or when he encounters a life-and-death crisis.

I didn't expect that today I would have to use the spiritual sword to deal with a congenital warrior. This was something he had never expected before.
Chapter completed!