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The name of the sword was suddenly very interested, how could the woman in front of her know the Wuwen sword, that is something that even many elders who have lived for three hundred years do not know, but this woman knows. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

So he pulled the Ignorant Sword out of his back.

The Silent Sword looks ordinary.

Its hilt was ordinary, there was no pattern on it, there was no pearl jade inlaid on it, not even a sword spike, just a piece of black iron, cast into a handle that could be held.

Its sword body was also very ordinary, it didn't emit any light or sound, it was just a piece of pitch-black iron, cast into the shape of a sword body.

The sword looked like it was the only sword that a mortal blacksmith apprentice could make, and anyone with some discerning thought would consider it the most unsuccessful of their kind, and that was because they only had some discernment.

Those with higher vision can find that this sword is natural, but they lament that the craftsmanship of casting is worse after all, and that is because their vision is only higher after all.

Only the master of the sword can see that the sword is not forged by man.

This is not just not human, it includes all intelligent beings.

They could see that this sword was a natural artifact, a sword that God had spent countless years and carefully polished little by little.

If you are clumsy, you are talking about this sword, this indisputable and unheard sword.

In fact, when one of the predecessors of the Proud Sword Cave Heaven accidentally picked up this sword from the underground lava, the place where the Ten Thousand Swords Slumbered was completely boiling, and all the swords rang loudly, making noises that were terrifying and crazy - at that time, the Sword Sect had not yet been born, and it was not here.

The senior didn't dare to name it, because he felt that the sword was natural, and that sword name was only qualified to be taken by God.

In the beginning, people called it the Nameless Sword.

But then I felt that Nameless was also a name after all, so I just called it a sword.

Later, people felt that it was awkward to call it a sword, and that it was too obscure, so they began to call it the Silent Sword.

The Unknown Sword, which has been unknown for tens of thousands of years, finally decided not to be obscure anymore.

Liu Yu clenched the mirror flower.

Liu Yu wanted to shield Chu Feng with the water moon, she was worried that fighting with this somewhat powerful opponent in front of her would make the water moon unable to cover Chu Feng anymore, so she took out the mirror flower.

She rarely uses the Mirror Flower Sword, because the connection between the Mirror Flower and her is not as intimate and handy as that between Shui Yue.

But this is only compared to the sword of Mizuki, which seems to be the other half of her soul.

If she doesn't have a close connection with Kyoka, Kyoka won't wake her up from her slumber.

Facing the unknown name of the sword, Liu Yu was faintly nervous.

She still rejected Jing Xiaoyu's kindness, she had to rely on herself to move forward, she couldn't hide under Jing Xiaoyu's protection forever.

Jinghua seemed to feel the nervousness of its master, so it let out a long chirp.

The air began to condense, and the two similar but somewhat different sword intents began to collide violently.

"Snort-"

A slight sound is like a pen sliding over a piece of paper, and white marks appear in the air, like ripples after a boat has crossed a lake.

The white traces intersect with each other, constantly undulating and colliding in the air, promoting each other, but canceling each other, making some areas ripple as if they were in a stormy wave, while others are as calm as a deep well.

The white traces spread rapidly in all directions, and the constantly colliding air currents also rolled up strong winds, letting out bursts of low whimpers, raising the hair of the two and blowing the robes of the two.

The woman in white's gaze fell on the two of them and did not look away.

She was clearly more concerned about the battles here than the boring battles, even more so than the battles between the first day of the modern era and the second day of the modern era.

Because in her eyes, the degree to which that woman needs to be valued is more important than the first day and the second day combined.

"Interesting. ”

There was an ecstatic light in the eyes of the sword name, and the sword intent in the face of him was not only not suppressed, but even comparable to himself, this woman gave him more surprises than he imagined.

Jian Ming Wuwen felt that the Wuwen Sword in his hand also became hot, as if he had returned to the moment when he had just fished it out of the boiling magma, such a scorching battle intent had never been there, and he couldn't bear it at all.

So he couldn't bear it anymore, and the next moment, the whole person turned into a sky-rushing sword intent, piercing through the heavy sky, straight into the sky, and then it hung upside down like the Milky Way, pouring thousands of miles, and crashing down.

The sea of clouds was pierced through two gaps, and such a chilling sword intent made several masters in the fierce battle feel a little frightened, and even a little timid.

This young man may soon become one of the few masters in the world, if nothing else, just such a sword intent is enough.

Liu Yu took half a step back.

If it's a jingxiaoyu, it will probably be a sword against a sword.

But Liu Yu is not Jing Xiaoyu after all, hard fighting has never been her style, she has a mirror flower in her hand, so she naturally has to use it.

The moon in the mirror, the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, everything is illusory, everything is an illusion.

The water moon can hide the breath of people, and the mirror flower can reflect false illusions, the two have the same meaning, but they need to be put together in order to use their respective characteristics to complete this meaning, as if the heavens have destined them to be a pair.

The mirror flower was launched, and the next moment, a Liu Yu stood in place, and the real Liu Yu hid in the world of the mirror.

The false Liu Yu was only destroyed by this sword intent in an instant, leaving nothing behind, nothing left.

But the sword intent did not stop because of this, the Wuwen sword sniffed the opponent's breath, and continued to rush away with this sword intent to the already hidden mirror flower.

The mirror flower moved again, and thousands of illusory worlds were instantly reflected in the sky, and the ancient and dim bronze mirrors were next to each other, reflecting Liu Yu's shadow on each other, dazzling, unable to distinguish which one was true and which one was false.

The world in the mirror was too real, and even the Unknown Sword couldn't tell which of these countless illusory mirror images was true and which one was false, so the sword name Unknown no longer chose, and he resolutely launched an attack on these countless mirror worlds at the same time.

Countless sword intents came into being with his thoughts, and a cold sword aimed the cold sword blade at the mirror surface of each ancient bronze mirror, and then ten thousand swords roared in unison, and ten thousand streamers broke through the air and roared, colliding with the bronze mirror.

In an instant, countless "bang" sounds came from all directions, and countless fragments of bronze mirrors flew all over the sky, blurring the sight of the sword's name.

But the sword name was unmoved, even as the fragments of the shattered bronze mirror cut through his skin and tore his flesh apart, his gaze remained unwavering on the last bronze mirror in front of him—the only truth after the shattering of the void.

The hand holding the sword tightened, and the sword intent rose sharply, and he and his sword merged into that sword intent, and suddenly slammed into the real world.

The sword intent broke through the air, but there was no whimper or whistling, because the speed was too fast, the space was torn, there was no air, there was no sound to make, and only a pitch-black void could be seen after the sword intent passed.

Before this sword intent, no one seemed to be able to resist, and before the sword intent arrived, the mirror surface cracked first, making a crisp and audible cracking sound, and cracks crawled all over the mirror, causing the fragments on the mirror surface to be shattered one after another.

When the sword intent finally arrived, the mirror surface cracked, and the sky was full of fragments, like falling Ying.

Countless mirror fragments reflect countless sword names and countless sword intents.

Countless sword names are unknown, and countless sword intents are slashed at the sword names that stand in the falling snow.

"Sneer—"

With a sharp explosion, the sword intent intertwined a brilliant network, and the unknown body of the sword was cut through countless cracks in an instant, and streams of blood splattered up, making the face of the sickly young man who was already miserable and white become a little transparent in an instant.

But the name of the sword showed an extremely happy smile, it was extremely satisfied and excited, it was the pleasure of being satisfied.

The light in the eyes of the sword name was even better, and he once again clenched the sword of the unknown, and the sword of the unknown was dim.

But the spilled mirror shards began to tremble in fear, and let out a whimper of pain, as if they had seen something terrifying.

Jian Ming's body also began to tremble, and his aura began to fade away gradually, until it was nothing.

Even if he was visible to the naked eye, as long as he looked away, the next moment, no one would remember that there was a person standing there.

Even if you think about it desperately, all you remember is that in that space, there was a sword ringing.

Yes, just a sword, a sword of obscurity.

The shattered lenses no longer spilled, the sky began to crack, the sea of clouds began to retreat, and nothing dared to stand in front of this sword. The sword slowly accumulates strength, like an arrow on a string, and is slowly pulled away until the full moon.

The string reaches the full moon, and the sword aura is shocking.

The next moment, the strings loosened, and the arrows whistled out.

The sword qi penetrated, the whole world was shattered and scattered, distorted and dissipated, Liu Yu in front of the mirror spat a mouthful of blood, his body was subjected to huge force, and he was constantly pushed downward, and the name of the sword was unknown and turned into a sword, chasing after him.

This situation is the scene of Liu Yu chasing Yunpu exhausted, but the offense and defense are transposed.

There was a roar of thunder, and Liu Yu was directly hit into Ziqiong Mountain by this accumulated force, and he didn't know how many rocks he had smashed before he could stop, but at this time he had been blasted into the mountain for almost a mile.

And the sword of unknown name was against her throat.

If it weren't for the fact that the sword was unknown and he received the sword intent, Liu Yu would have been destroyed by this sword long ago.

It's not that the sword is unknown and soft-hearted, he has always believed in fighting, it should be life and death, and he must not let go of water.

He stopped because he smelled a hint of danger.

This aura made Kena Mushu feel bad, as he felt fear.

Because of fear, he accepted the sword intent.

Life and death are facing each other, what you want is your own life, and the other party dies.

This is the principle that Kenname Mushi has always pursued, so he will not take risks.

So he took the sword intent.

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