1271 The true strength of the Cang Yuan Swordmaster

Ling Chuxi knew the strength of these netherworld puppets. Even if they were able to reach the heavenly Yuan stage after their rebirth, it was impossible for them to withstand such sword power.

However, there was not the slightest bit of surprise on Cang Ming Ye's face. His finger suddenly moved, and a dark green flame burned at the tip of his finger. The bodies of the dark death puppets were like cotton cloth stained with oil, and they were instantly ignited by the flame between his fingers, burning with green flames.

The sword Qi of the sword power of the abyss cut through their bodies without any resistance, as if it was a shadow, but the green flame was still burning.

More than a dozen figures surrounded by green flames moved quickly around the sword power of Cang Yuan. The dark green flames were like lines of fire, entangling Cang Yuan and forming a green cocoon of light. The flames continued to press inward, and in a moment, the sword power of the abyss sword was surrounded by the dark green flames.

This kind of emotional shadow was very similar to Ling Chuxi's intermediate forging technique.

"I didn't expect you to find such a loyal subordinate who would willingly burn his soul to help you use the dark Fire Soul refining technique." The calm face of the Azure abyss sword finally revealed a trace of emotion.

"Cang Yuan, you didn't expect this, did you? even though I was kicked out of the family, I still managed to learn the dark Fire Soul refining technique. This time, I'm going to refine you into a dark spirit. You'll be my slave for all eternity, and you'll never be able to reincarnate. Hahahaha ..." Ming cangye also laughed wildly at this moment.

So this was the true purpose of the netherworld puppets.

Hearing Ming cangye's maniacal laughter, Ling Chuxi's heart burned with anxiety. Regardless of whether she could absorb the power of the Cang Yuan sword, she must not let it fall into Ming cangye's hands. Ling Chuxi almost couldn't hold back and wanted to make a move. However, she knew that the gap between her cultivation and Ming cangye's was too big. Even if she rushed forward, she would only be courting death. It was completely useless. He could only suppress the anxiety in his heart and wait for an opportunity.

"Ming cangye, do you really think that you can refine my sword God partial intent like this?" At this moment, the grey abyss sword said indifferently.

Following that calm voice, the long sword in his hand gently swung again.

His movements were light and agile, but the feeling he gave off was as heavy as a thousand catties, making it hard for people to breathe.

Where the sword light passed, a netherworld puppet that had already transformed into netherworld fire actually let out a mournful cry. The flames were Gone with the Wind and disappeared in an instant.

"You ... You ...!" Cangye Ming's maniacal laughter came to an abrupt stop, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

The dark Fire Soul refining technique was the Dark Clan's Secret technique. Logically speaking, as long as one's soul was surrounded by the dark Fire, there would be no chance of survival. However, the might of the grey abyss sword in front of him did not seem to be afraid of the dark Fire at all. How was this possible?

"You've still underestimated the strength of the Cang Yuan Swordmaster. " The grey abyss sword said. Another sword strike and another shrill scream.

Ling Chuxi's eyes brightened and she finally felt at ease. 'I knew it. How could a dignified Cang Yuan remnant will, one that has inherited the essence of the Cang Yuan Sword master's martial Dao, be so easy to bully?'

"Impossible, impossible!" Cangye Ming said with his eyes wide open.

"You'll never know the true power of the Cang Yuan Swordmaster. " The grey abyss sword's might said indifferently. With a casual swing of his sword, another netherworld puppet vanished into thin air.

Ling Chuxi sighed in her heart as she watched. Just look at the might of the Azure abyss sword. It killed these puppets as easily as cutting vegetables. This was called momentum! After sighing with emotion, Ling Chuxi's heart was even more shocked. Just how terrifying was the strength of the Cang Yuan Swordmaster?