......

"Boom. ”

The powerful sword momentum slashed down, everything that stood in front of Han Yi was shattered, the Beidou Tiangang Sword sank suddenly, and Han Yi's whole person shot out uncontrollably, slamming into the formation light curtain.

His chest was dull, and his blood was churning, almost spurting blood. But before he could calm down, a black shadow appeared in front of him again, and the long sword in his hand slashed over.

"When—boom—"

Han Yi was swept out of the way, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood anymore. He forcibly twisted his body in the air, kicked his feet in the air, and flew into the middle of the tomb, taking several steps back to stand still.

He stared at the black-robed man in front of him with extreme vigilance, and he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, let alone make any extra movements.

The black-robed man turned around and saw that his face was a middle-aged man, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, quite handsome, and his body exuded a sharp murderous aura.

"You obviously have condensed the sword soul, why don't you use it?" The black-robed man actually spoke, and Han Yi felt a shock in his heart.

The owner of this holy tomb had died tens of thousands of years ago, could it be that the middle-aged man in the black robe had stayed here for tens of thousands of years?

Han Yi didn't answer the black-robed man's question, but just stared at the other party more and more vigilantly.

"Are you afraid of me?" A smile curled up at the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, he didn't rush to continue attacking, he turned his head slightly to look at the tomb when Han Yi came, and then looked at Han Yi, "It's outside now, how long has it been?"

Han Yi still didn't answer, and the black-robed man didn't seem to care, and said to himself.

"I'm afraid it's been 10,000 years. Little one, your cultivation is too low to open the tomb at all, and the elders of your family are here too. How many people came?"

“......”

"Don't be so vigilant, if this seat wants to kill you, you won't even be able to take the first sword. You must know this very well. ”

Han Yi's heart sank, and the words of the black-robed man were not wrong. From the moment he stepped into the fourth burial chamber, the Emperor Dragon Sword Soul in the Zhihai Space kept issuing fierce warnings, as if he had encountered something terrifying. Previously, when Han Yi faced the Half-Saint, the Emperor Dragon Sword Soul was not so frightened.

Seeing that Han Yi still didn't speak, the black-robed man couldn't help frowning. He had been trapped here for too long, and it was hard for someone to break in, so he couldn't help but say a few more words, but Han Yi was also too vigilant.

"Little guy, don't worry, this seat will not kill you, and if you can pass the test of this seat, this seat will also give you a big opportunity. ”

"What do you mean by what the seniors say?" Considering that he was going to compete with the five demi-saints for treasures next, and the black-robed man should obviously know a lot about the tomb, Han Yi finally spoke.

"You have already condensed the sword soul, then you should also be able to feel that this seat is also a sword cultivator, and it has also condensed the sword soul. As long as you can pass the test of this seat, you will be able to obtain the inheritance of this seat. ”

"The inheritance of the predecessors, the spirit technique, the sword technique, or the sword soul?" Han Yi asked.

"Spirit trick and sword skills, there are some kendo experience, as for the sword soul, this seat was too seriously injured at the beginning, and the sword soul was shattered, and it has been differentiated into several weapons by this seat. ”

"What else?"

"Hehe, are you kid too greedy, it's not enough to have the spiritual trick and sword skill inheritance of this seat. The black-robed man couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't hide it from the seniors, the junior master's master is also a kendo sage, he taught everything he learned to the juniors before he died, and even the sword soul was transformed into the knowledge of the juniors, helping the juniors to condense the sword soul, so the seniors' spiritual tips and sword skills, the juniors don't need much. Han Yi said expressionlessly.

The black-robed man looked at Han Yi a few times in surprise.

"I can't see that you still have such an opportunity, but this also shows that you have a strong luck, and this seat is a little relieved to pass on the mantle to you. ”

Hearing the black-robed man's words, Han Yi's face suddenly became a little strange, and he said tentatively.

"Senior, you don't want to make a deal with juniors, do you? ”

"What's the explanation?" the black-robed man was stunned when he heard Han Yi's words.

"For example, if I inherit your mantle, I will help you kill a few enemies or something. ”

"Hahaha, it's not necessary, most of the enemies of this seat died in that battle that year, and the guys who survived were also irreversibly seriously injured, I'm afraid they won't survive now. ”

"That's good, that's good. Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief, just now he thought that his trading gold finger was about to be triggered again. Along the way, he has inherited too much hatred, but he doesn't want to have more.

"Well, the spiritual recipe and sword skill inheritance of this seat still have to be given to you, but I think you still have to continue to wander in the tomb, so this seat still has something for you. I don't know if you want the detailed layout of the Holy Sepulchre's collection?"

Han Yi was overjoyed when he heard this, and said without hesitation.

"Absolutely. ”

"Hahaha, that's good, then try to pass the test of this seat. Let me see your sword soul. ”

The black-robed middle-aged man said, the long sword in his hand made a starting gesture, and a golden sword soul power flowed up, giving people a sharp and domineering sense of oppression.

"Then ask the seniors for advice. ”

Han Yi didn't dare to be careless, the other party was very likely to be a supreme saint-level sword cultivator, and it would already be of great benefit to him to be able to fight.

The Emperor Dragon Sword Soul in the Sea of Knowledge let out a long roar of excitement, and the power of the three-color blended sword soul was injected into the Beidou Tiangang Sword.

"Whew-"

Han Yi didn't use any sword skills, he attacked purely with the sword path he understood, and with a sword swing, the three-color sword rainbow was like a beam of light dropped from the zenith, and it came to the eyes of the black-robed middle-aged man in an instant, and the attack was swift and fierce, without dragging the mud and water.

The black-robed middle-aged man nodded secretly, his body sank slightly, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight through, and the golden light condensed and turned into a point of light. With a bang, the three-color sword rainbow was directly pierced by his sword.

"Woooo

Han Yi launched a fierce attack, and with each sword stab, there was an astonishing three-color sword rainbow burst, and one sword was better than the other. Those three-color sword rainbows crossed the distorted trajectory and attacked the black-robed middle-aged man at a tricky angle.

However, in the face of Han Yi's fierce and extremely terrifying attack, the middle-aged man in the black robe never changed his face. The long sword in his hand drew a sword circle in the air with golden light, and it seemed to be a slow movement, but it completed the triple sword circle before the sword rainbow came.

The light of the sword circle was gloomy, and the three-color sword rainbow slammed on the sword circle, bursting one after another, and it was impossible to break through the sword circle at all.

"How is that possible?" Han Yi was shocked in his heart, in his perception, the power of the sword soul of the black-robed middle-aged man should be sharp and sharp, and even if the sword circle he built could block his sword rainbow, it would gradually collapse.

But the current situation is not like this at all, the power of his sword soul is completely unable to break through the sword circle, not to mention, and he can't even cancel each other.

"What's wrong?"

Han Yi's soul power carefully sensed the flow of the sword soul power in the sword circle, looking for differences, but it seemed that there was no difference with his own sword soul power use.

"No, there must be something wrong. ”

Unable to find a difference, Han Yi increased the output of the power of the sword soul, and the Beidou Tiangang Sword turned into a three-color light sword that was almost a foot long.

"Break it for me. ”

Han Yi unleashed an extremely condensed, hundreds of zhang long three-color sword rainbow. The black-robed middle-aged man didn't make any moves, allowing the sword rainbow to bombard the sword circle.

"Boom—"

The terrifying forces collided, the space collapsed, and only the sword circle stood still. After an instant, the sword rainbow burst open and dissipated.

Seeing this scene, Han Yi's pupils shrank, and his face was full of disbelief. He had already urged the sword soul with all his might, and such a sword could not be easily taken by even a peak Spirit Venerable cultivator, but in front of that sword circle, it was instantly crushed.

"The power of the sword soul is not just a matter of urging it out. The black-robed middle-aged man spoke, "You should have some experience of the fight just now, why has it become so unbearable now?"

"The power of the sword soul is not just a simple urging. Han Yi silently recited the words of the black-robed middle-aged man, thinking back to the two swords that the other party attacked when he first stepped into the fourth tomb.

"What else is there but swiftness?"

"Is it power? No, although that sword is heavy, it is more of the power of the sword soul, not the power of the body. ”

"Could it be that the degree of condensation of the power of the sword soul is different? No, the sword soul of the predecessor has been shattered, and the remaining power of the sword soul is probably less than one-tenth of mine. ”

"What the hell is it?" As if thinking of something, Han Yi's eyes widened, looking at the black-robed man, and he couldn't believe it.

"Oh, looks like you've got it in your mind. The black-robed middle-aged man smiled.

"Senior, this, it's impossible. Han Yi still couldn't believe it.

"If you don't believe me, then you can take my sword again. ”

The black-robed middle-aged man stepped forward with his sword, and in a flash, he came to Han Yi, and the long sword slashed straight down. Han Yi swung his sword to block, with a bang, the heavy sword momentum fell, and Han Yi's whole person shot out uncontrollably, sliding out dozens of meters before slowly stopping, the qi and blood in his chest surged, and he almost spurted out another mouthful of blood.

This time, he clearly felt the difference between that sword, and it was indeed as he thought.

"It's really just a sword momentum. Han Yi carefully reflected on the sword, "No, it's not exactly just a sword momentum, it seems that there is an indescribable power." ”

"Got it?"

"Seniors, juniors only understand a little. ”

"Then go ahead until you fully understand. When you are able to fight back with the sword that blocks me, then you will pass the test. ”

The black-robed middle-aged man had an expressionless face, his body flashed like a ghost, and without any fancy sword, he stabbed straight at Han Yi's façade.

Han Yi blocked with a horizontal sword, and with a bang, an even heavier sword momentum rushed towards him, knocking him out.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

The black-robed middle-aged man's sword momentum is continuous, one sword is stronger than the other, just like the waves of the tide, endless, endless.

"Poof—"

Every time Han Yi blocked a sword, he had to spurt out a mouthful of blood. But the black-robed middle-aged man had no intention of stopping at all, as he said, only when Han Yi thoroughly comprehended and was able to fight back against the sword momentum that blocked him, he would stop, and the test would be considered to pass.