At this time, Xuan Yu's divine consciousness couldn't withstand the previous impact, and if he was knocked out of his body, he could only see the darkness in front of him, and he desperately wanted to open it, but he couldn't.

Vaguely feeling that his body was falling, Xuan Yu couldn't help but struggle, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and suddenly, he took a big breath, and suddenly opened his eyes, the light pierced his eyes slightly, but he could still see the rock walls flying in both directions.

His heart was beating very fast now, and the sword, which had actually returned to the shape of wood, lay on his chest, trembling slightly from the heaving chest.

Xuan Yu was calm, took a deep breath several times, shook his hands downward, and the almost exhausted dantian squeezed out the last wisp of true qi, making him stagnate in the air.

From this stagnation, he grabbed the sword on his chest in an instant, and stabbed forward, the tip of the sword was still sharp, rubbing against the mountain rock, and the "zila" sound was long, almost like a spark.

Because of the friction between the sword and the stone, Xuan Yu's falling speed finally slowed down, he held the sword in both hands, the whole person was hanging, and with more force, the seemingly fragile wooden sword immediately plunged deep into the wall, and finally stopped.

Xuan Yu kicked on the rock with both feet, grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, stabilized his body, entered the realm, absorbed the aura, transformed the true qi, and gradually filled the dantian.

In the depths of this Yin Sword Valley, although the sword qi was gone, the sword intent was not dispersed, and when he entered the realm, he immediately felt the sharp power in his body flourishing, and the meridians washed it, making it even tougher.

Heaven and earth Xuanhuang, all can be understood, all can be obtained, is the essence of entering the realm, so in this sword valley to understand the way of the sword, to get the sword intent, is possible.

Xuan Yu was entering the realm, so he wanted to use the sharp qi in this valley to temper his body more than the way of the sword.

The bones and flesh were infiltrated by the sword blade spirit guided by Xuan Yu, and he had already refined his body a lot with the help of colorful stones in the Liuli Palace before, so it was much easier to absorb and integrate this edge.

He was meditating and cultivating as hard as he could, completely forgetting his posture, but suddenly, there was a crash, and the stone of the wooden sword exploded, and he felt that his body was empty, and he opened his eyes in horror to see that he was already in a powerful fall.

Holding the sword and falling for a moment, Xuan Yu's feet immediately stomped, stepped out of the air, and floated in the air, he thought about it, Qin Longjian was the end of the strong crossbow before, and if he was burned without extinguishing, he was killed by the white needle, and if he went up now, he should be the winner.

Just go up and come down here to cultivate.

He was just about to step on, but the wooden sword in his hand suddenly sounded, he was stunned, the sword was like being called, speeding downward, he didn't want to throw it away, grabbed it, and was pulled to the ground and jumped.

The sound of this sword was extremely excited, and Xuan Yu's hand was dragged wildly, and he couldn't help but wonder if this thing was in estrus, and he was too excited.

After a while, only to hear a "bang", Xuan Yu's feet stepped on the ground at once, and then rubbed his knees.

He stabilized his body, but the wooden sword in his hand rushed forward, and he almost fell to the ground with his body, but his steps were disordered, chasing the wooden sword.

The bottom of this sword valley was shrouded in mist, Xuan Yu could only see a radius of a few meters, and he was dragged by the wooden sword, and he felt like a fly without a head.

"Whoa—"

Suddenly, a violent storm arose, and the thick fog was blown away in an instant, Xuan Yu immediately covered his eyes, the wind was strong and sharp, if he didn't protect it, I was afraid that he could be blown half-blind.

The clothes were slightly torn, the skin was a little painful, and finally the wind was low, and when Xuan Yu looked again, he saw that the surroundings were empty, like an endless wilderness.

However, in the air, there was a wooden sword floating, and on the ground, there was a silver long sword, only half of the sword body was exposed.

Xuan Yu looked at this sword, his heart suddenly trembled, he seemed to see a creeping dragon, stretching for thousands of miles, covering the sky and the sun.

At this moment, the light on the sword flashed and dimmed, and like the wooden sword, it was bright and extinguished, reaching a strange fit.

A few wisps of energy fluctuated suddenly, and Xuan Yu raised his head, and saw a large group of figures walking into the air, all the major sects arrived, among which the Yin Sword Pavilion and the Liuli Palace were the leaders, and the Burning World God Valley followed the two.

"What's going on......"

An old man in the Yin Sword Pavilion swept his gaze to the silver long sword and said with some worry.

"Zhenge Excalibur...... The sword qi released in a hundred years has disappeared, and there is still this situation, which is simply extremely ......"

The middle-aged man who presided over before had a solemn gaze and a vaguely unsteady voice.

"That wooden sword, not the weapon that the young man took out earlier......" Another old man whispered in a hoarse voice.

Xue saw the scene of the two swords, and her face changed slightly.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, with a roar that shook the universe, the so-called Zhenge Divine Sword, actually violently shaking, instantly rushed into the air, a magnificent long dragon phantom, entrenched in the sword intent, incomparable dragon power swept in, people can't help but feel worship.

At the same time, the outer skin of the wooden sword suddenly shattered, the blade of the sword was revealed, and the endless blood was wrapped in the sword qi of the waves, spreading in the valley, and everyone, especially the few people in the Sword Pavilion, were all shocked, this sword qi was distinct, it belonged to their Zhen Pavilion Divine Sword!

Then, something even more surprising happened, two extraordinary swords, the tips of the swords were actually opposite each other, and with the power that penetrated through the nine heavens, they collided together like crazy.

Xuan Yu looked at the two swords colliding, his eyes flashed slightly, this situation was quite like a long-lost lover, he was ecstatic after seeing each other, and rushed to hug.

"Bang-" There was a soft sound, like gold and iron striking each other, and there was no violent reaction as imagined, and the two swords suddenly fell and turned into large fragments.

When everyone saw this, they immediately exclaimed, especially the few people in the Sword Pavilion, their eyeballs were about to fall, ours, the Divine Sword!

The storm, suddenly swirling and surging, centered on the mass of debris, raged and opened, and Xuan Yu's center of gravity was strongly pressed down, so as to avoid himself and not be blown away.

The intense light presented a dazzling silver-white, and in the silver-white, there was a violent blood intent, and the aura of rage and murder rippled out from the light.

Immediately, a huge dragon shadow jumped out behind the light, its whole body was red, its eyes were like blood-colored lightning, and the powerful Ling Tian who looked at all things roared and roared, as if it was about to collapse the vast earth.

After a while, the light dissipated slightly, and a long sword intersecting with silver and red, from the dragon in the light, slowly walked out.

Two swords, but two into one.

The dragon's shadow faded, and the sword with silver and blood turned into a streamer in an instant, flying towards a person.

Who is this person, it is not Xuan Yu, but Xue.

Yin Ruxue was shocked, but she still stretched out her little hand and held the hilt of the sword, and in an instant, the look on her beautiful face was a little strange, and then she looked straight at Xuan Yu who was stunned below.

Stepping down, she handed the sword to him, "Dragon Blood Sword, I recognize you and me as the master, but the sword spirit seems to belong to the yang and likes me more." ”

Xuan Yu heard this, the black line on his head was blazing, could it be that in addition to the monk, even the sword should be his rival?

He grabbed the dragon blood sword fiercely, who knew that this thing did not appreciate it, the sword swept away, and the frightened Xuan Yu's hand shrank, so fierce, it was the rhythm of cutting his fingers.

Are you sure this little broken sword recognizes him as the master?