"Huh?"

The old zombie's eyes were fixed on the howling that was suspended in mid-air.

But after watching it for a long time, the old zombie couldn't see any clues on the Howling Wind Sword, but he didn't believe that an uncontrolled sword could make him feel trembling.

"Who the hell are you?"

After a slight silence, the old zombie finally couldn't help but ask at the Howling Wind Sword.

"Isn't I—right in front of you? Can't you see what I am?"

A sneer rang out from within the Howling Wind Sword.

The old zombie's scarlet eyes stared at the Howling Wind Sword, as if trying to find out where the voice came from, but he was disappointed, because it was indeed coming from within the Howling Wind Sword.

That is to say, now it is really the sword in front of him that is talking to itself, and even the previous attacks were issued by it autonomously, which makes the old zombie wonder, is there really such a sword in the world?

But the old zombie's answer is no, he has survived for so many years, and he has never heard of a sword that can speak on its own and attack on its own, which is simply absurd.

The sword has a sword spirit, but the sword spirit is just a special soul body in the sword, which will only make it easier for the master to achieve unity with the sword man when using the sword, and it will never be able to do this.

"Hmph, no matter who you are, I still don't believe that this king can't even do anything with a sword. ”

After thinking for a while and unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, the old zombie also became angry.

Sitting inside the sarcophagus, the old zombie raised his withered right palm, and the sharp five-finger nails exuded a chill in the golden light.

With a flick of his finger, one of the old zombie's fingernails flew out of his finger and shot straight at the Howling Wind Sword.

'Wow!'

The Howling Wind Sword suspended in mid-air slashed a beautiful arc on its own, and a golden crescent moon shot out from the tip of the sword, breaking through the nails shot by the old zombie in one fell swoop, and finally slashed directly at the old zombie in the sarcophagus.

'Bang!'

A loud noise came from inside the cave, and the direction of the sound was naturally where the old zombie was.

Zi Yan hurriedly set his eyes on the old zombie, although the old zombie was still sitting in the sarcophagus at the moment, but the armor on his body was even more dilapidated than before, and even there were many large and small wounds on his body, but even if he was injured, there was not a drop of blood on the old zombie's body at all, and the whole body was as if there was no blood at all on the corpse.

"It's just a thousand-year-old zombie who has stepped into the Tribulation Period with one and a half feet, if it is at my peak, let alone you, even if it is a 10,000-year-old zombie emperor in the Dacheng period, I can kill it with one sword. ”

Howling Wind Sword said proudly.

Hearing this, Zi Yan was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that the peak of the Howling Wind Sword would be so strong, it seemed that he and Ji Mo had underestimated the Howling Wind Sword too much in the past.

Soon, Zi Yan thought of one more thing, it seemed that the last time Ji Mo unsealed the Howling Wind Sword on Earth, it didn't have such a great power, right? Could it be because it was integrated into the sword soul stolen in He Lao's Mansion? Howling Wind Sword seemed to have said that it was because he and Ji Mo helped him find a sword soul that he rescued the two of them.

Zi Yan glanced at the Howling Wind Sword, just retrieving a sword soul was so strong, it was really hard to imagine how powerful the Howling Wind Sword was at its peak, and who was its original owner, who could actually use such a supreme divine weapon as a sword, presumably that strength was also extremely terrifying.

"Hmph! I really don't believe that I won't be able to do anything with your sword. ”

Injured by the Howling Wind Sword, coupled with hearing the proud words of the Howling Wind Sword, the old zombie became furious.

"The corpse is angry. ”

With a roar, endless black corpse qi poured out of the old zombie's body again, different from before, this time when the black corpse qi rushed, in the black corpse qi, there were actually some powerful ghosts emerging.

"Brilliant Tianwei, lead it with a sword. ”

An ancient call that seemed to have traveled through time and space emanated from within the Howling Wind Sword.

'Shh

For a while, around the Howling Wind Sword, the space was torn apart by the invisible sword qi.

Although it was just a sword, Zi Yan in the back felt that it was like a world-shattering killing god, just the sword qi that was randomly emitted at this moment had already made it extremely difficult for Zi Yan to even breathe, if that sword qi was aimed at him, Zi Yan could be sure that even if he was wearing an immortal armor, he would not be able to take the sword of the Howling Wind Sword.

Unintentionally, Zi Yan saw that the old zombie was looking at the Howling Wind Sword in a daze, and looking at that expression, it was as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Zhu Xian ......"

Before the sentence was finished, the terrifying sword qi in the Howling Wind Sword was like a thunderbolt sweeping through the old zombie, and the golden sword light had not seen how the Howling Wind Sword came out of the sword at the moment when it locked it, but suddenly it suddenly exploded in the place where the sarcophagus was.

'Boom!'

For a while, not only this cave, but even the entire mountain connecting this cave made a huge explosion.

The mountain is gone, the cave that trapped the old zombie is gone, and even the seal of the Wind Dao people that day is gone.

Under the night sky, only a golden shield was flickering at this moment, and it was the Howling Wind Sword that emitted this golden light, and below, there was Ji Mo, who was unconscious and had not yet woken up, and the frightened Purple Death.

After the explosion, countless rocks fell, turning the forest into a ruin, but in the center, where the golden light was, did not move.

When everything was calm again, the golden light on the Howling Wind Sword disappeared.

Still suspended in mid-air, the tip of the Howling Wind Sword pointed directly at the bright moon in the sky, and not far away, Zi Yan looked at the Howling Wind Sword that was proudly suspended, as if it was waiting for something.

'Ahem!'

I don't know how long it has been, but Ji Mo woke up.

When he opened his eyes and saw everything around him, Ji Mo couldn't believe it.

"Am I dead?"

Ji Mo raised his hand and looked at his hands, but it was not illusory, it proved that he was not dead.

"Ji Mo. ”

The voice of the purple corpse came from not far away.

Ji Mo hurriedly looked towards Zi Yan, and after seeing that Zi Yan was relatively weak, he was fine, Ji Mo was also relieved.

"You're awake. ”

Ji Mo stood up and was about to ask Zi Mo something, but suddenly a gloomy voice sounded in the sky behind Ji Mo.

"Huh?"

Hearing this somewhat familiar, but too cold voice, Ji Mo turned around with curiosity.

"Howling Wind. ”

But when Ji Mo saw what he was talking to, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Could it be that it was the Howling Wind Sword that saved himself and the Purple Death this time? This is also the only possibility that Ji Mo guessed, after all, there is no third person here, except for this mysterious Howling Wind Sword.

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