Chapter 1088 Forced Feeding of Sugar

Not good!

If this continues, I'm afraid I'll lose for no apparent reason.

Su Jing secretly cried out in his heart, seeing Murong Ruo on the opposite side smiling and her eyes wandering, as if she had fallen into a state of enlightenment, or seemed to be in a sweet dream recalling the good old days...

When the two swords clashed, the strength of the opponent's true energy felt by the sword blade was also stronger and stronger, as if to completely overwhelm him. From the beginning, they were evenly matched, but now, if he didn't use the power of Yuxiao, he would have been completely suppressed~at a disadvantage.

Although the power of Yixi Sword is not as strong as that of Qixi Sword, its sharpness is not inferior at all, and its material Liuhe Elite can absorb the power of various magical characteristics. Even if they clash, it will never be suppressed by the righteousness, but can absorb the righteousness of the opponent to strengthen itself!

In other words, it is her true energy that is increasing.

He can almost be sure that Murong Ruo has fallen into some kind of enlightenment at this moment.

But whether it is out of duty to Xiaozhu and Yinyang Dao Sect, or out of responsibility to Murong Ruo...

I can't lose!

Su Jing naturally knew Murong Ruo's intention, and because of this, he had to...

He had to be flexible!

I wanted to remind Murong Ruo to be careful, but thinking of her current state, I was afraid that drinking too long would wake her up, so I drew my sword...

The sword blade suddenly rang lightly, and the ink gas dissipated. In the ink gas, a cold light flashed like lightning, and in a flash, it was approaching Murong Ruo!

Sword One of the Thirteen Deadly Swords!

The sword's momentum suddenly changed, but Murong Ruo seemed to be unaware. The sword net of the Ten Swords of Extreme Emotion had been formed, and Su Jing was firmly trapped in it. Even if the sword technique suddenly changed, he still couldn't escape the control of the sword intent and easily removed it...

Su Jing felt as if he had already sunk into the warmth and softness of the jade. The soft whisper of the beauty sounded in his ears, the tenderness and sweetness in his eyes, and the fragrance of the moving body in his nose.

This sword intent is really powerful. If it were an ordinary person, it is said that he would really be intoxicated by it and wait for death.

Su Jing did not hesitate. The first sword was blocked, and the second sword took advantage of the situation.

Still blocking...

Sword three, sword four!

One sword after another, like a surging wave, trying to break the solid river bank. Even if it failed, it was still brewing the next more turbulent wave.

One sword is stronger than another!

Like a violent storm, a raging sea!

Sharp! Determined!

The thirteen deadly swords, which can be said to be a departure from the extreme ten swords of extreme love, cooperate with the surging demonic energy of the sword of one night... As the restraint of the sword net becomes larger and larger, its power also rises with the tide.

The swords of the two people are constantly rising.

The true energy is also constantly increasing.

Although it is a contest between two people in the realm of the sea of ​​gods, the momentum is almost comparable to the previous battle with Wang Jian.

The extreme of love is the extreme of ruthlessness!

Murong Ruo's sword is still lingering, and Su Jing's sword is still determined!

However, there seems to be an invisible tacit understanding between the two. No matter how powerful each of them is, they have never escaped from each other's shackles, or... voluntarily stayed in the restraint of each other's sword net.

Sword nine, sword ten!

The thirteen deadly swords continued to strike continuously. At this point, the lethality was more than several times stronger than the first sword. Su Jing was also very happy. He felt that his true energy was freely flowing. There were only two words... joyful!

It felt like a beggar who was starving and cold suddenly sat on the emperor's table, or like a thirsty traveler in the desert suddenly saw an oasis in front of him!

While feasting, every cell in the body was clamoring for joy!

Sword eleven, sword twelve!

The power of the swordsmanship had already approached the innate limit, and even Murong Ruo felt great pressure.

But she turned pressure into motivation, which greatly improved the power of her swordsmanship... It brought great pressure to Su Jing.

But where there is pressure, there is resistance.

The true energy in the body has been forcibly improved by the thirteen deadly swords for thirteen consecutive times, which has far exceeded the limit that Su Jing can currently release!

"Sword Thirteen!!!"

Su Jinggao shouted, the thirteenth sword of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, infinitely close to the thirteenth sword of the Dao...

Instantly, the air of death was filled, and with one sword, it seemed as if all the creatures within a few miles were killed, without any sound.

Xiao Zhu frowned slightly, wondering where did Junior Brother Su get such a set of swordsmanship from, killing and destroying nature, the more he went on, the more he destroyed humanity, I really don't know how he could control it so perfectly.

No, he couldn't control it either.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and a look of concern appeared on her face.

And Murong Ruo obviously felt the pressure.

She shouted...

The inner qi that followed Su Xian's infinite rise also surged again, and the originally blurred sword momentum also turned with it, and shouted: "Soul-stirring!"

The long sword was like a flowing wind and drizzle, moistening things silently...

But it suddenly made people feel endless obsession. Although it was only one sword, it seemed that thousands of swords were falling at the same time.

The sixth sword of the Ten Extreme Swords!

The soul-stirring sword that can only be mastered by the innate realm has been perfectly displayed from Murong Ruo's hand.

The sword intention, sword force, and sword moves are perfectly integrated in one place.

It is crossing with the thirteenth sword of the Thirteen Deadly Swords...

The two of them stopped.

Su Jing took a deep breath, feeling the pull of the qi in his body. As soon as the thirteenth sword of the deadly sword came out, the fourteenth sword was ready to go, almost out of his control, and almost directly attacked and killed Murong Ruo in front of him!

If the fourteenth sword was used, then even the most supreme sword fifteen, which was as powerful as the entry into the Tao, would instinctively use it, right?

At that time, it would not be the person who controlled the sword, but the sword that controlled the person.

At this time, he understood why Yan Shisan committed suicide after using the fifteenth sword, just because at that time, he was no longer controlled by the sword technique...

The thirteenth sword of the deadly sword is extremely powerful, but it is a set of sword techniques with souls!

The more you use it to the end, the more you are controlled by the sword soul!

Fortunately, although the power of the thirteenth sword of the deadly sword is extremely strong, it has never escaped the bondage of Murong Ruo's ten swords of extreme love, so it was easily stopped!

But my spiritual consciousness is extremely strong, and I believe that the thirteenth sword should not be controlled before!

As for the aftermath of the Thirteen Swords…

Su Jing thought to himself, if that day really came, it must be that I had encountered an enemy that was incomparably powerful. At that time, I would lose control, so be it… The worst that could happen is that I would just kill him!

But it seems that this set of swordsmanship cannot be used on one’s own people. If Rong Ruo had not been in a state of enlightenment, he would have exerted the power of the Ten Swords of Extreme Emotion to a point that was almost as powerful as Mu Qingyan.

Otherwise, I’m afraid that this murderous swordsmanship would not be able to be blocked!

Thinking about it, he looked at Murong Ruo who was facing him.

The tips of their swords were pointed at each other’s necks…

With a slight smile, they put away their swords at the same time!

“Congratulations, Rong Ruo.”

Su Jing smiled.

“Congratulations, Brother Su!”

Murong Ruo also smiled.

The two smiled at each other, which was very strange. They were just sparring, but everyone felt that they were being force-fed candy from their sparring.