Burial Sword

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Tang Feng's right hand seemed to have touched the heart of the bloody man, for the guy in front of him who looked exactly like himself, Tang Feng did not hesitate to directly replace the sword with his palm, and easily pierced its heart!

"Your blood is mine, and it can only be mine..."

Still with a lifeless face, Tang Feng stood in front of the bloody man like a living dead.

The original luster on the body of the heavy sword bladeless sword disappeared without a trace, like a piece of scrap iron that had rusted for thousands of years, full of endless vicissitudes, Tang Feng felt that its aura was dissipating, and the bottom of his heart was like the death of a blood-related relative.

"In the past two years, I have to rely on you to save my life. ”

This sentence was like it was said yesterday, Nangong Xuanbing heard Tang Feng muttering softly, and his reaction to the same words was speechless at first, but now he was inexplicably sad.

It is said that the way of the sword is ruthless, but they don't know that after this sword has been sealed in the dust for many years, he is actually willing to sacrifice his hard-won soul for the sake of a Tang Feng!

When Tang Feng felt that his soul was about to fly away, and everything about himself would become the wedding dress of the blood soul, the feeling of despair gradually drowned his last consciousness like a tide.

Just when Tang Feng felt that there was no more turmoil in the world, maybe this was also a relief, right?

Suddenly turned back, but it was back to reality.

It's been a long time, but it's a short past.

The bloody man watched in horror as his heart was so easily pierced by the living dead Tang Feng in front of him, and he wanted to struggle but found that the power of his whole body was surging towards his heart like a tide, and Tang Feng's face became more and more vibrant as this power was transmitted back from his hand.

"Blood-devouring Dafa?"

Xuan Bing's face changed, he couldn't connect Tang Feng with the magic skills in this blood gate no matter what.

"It's not the Great Law of Devouring Blood, it's just the return of essence blood. Xue Qingtian seems to be a well-known and thorough outsider at this time, and he can see it clearly. The source of the essence blood of the blood man is naturally Tang Feng, and it is normal for the essence blood to return to the body now, but Xue Qingtian suddenly remembered that what he said before "Fortune and misfortune depend on each other" I am afraid that this is the current situation.

The essence blood returned to Tang Feng, and this blood man had no hope of life, so I am afraid that his true qi cultivation would have to be cheaper than Tang Feng! Although the blood clan technique contained in that drop of blood clan essence blood was extremely evil, in Xue Qingtian's opinion, or in the eyes of the ancestors of the Drifting Snow Sect in the past dynasties-

The so-called exercises are only secondary, and it is precisely the evil that only lies in the hearts of the people!

This is also the fundamental reason why the Drifting Snow Sect has not fallen for thousands of years! Xu Hui's Red Rain Sword and Gao Feng's Blue Frost Sword can be said to be stained with the blood of countless living beings. As long as the sword is right, the sword will not be evil.

Seeing how this bloody man appeared before, how he disappeared now. Xue Qingtian and Nangong Xuanbing looked at each other, and they both saw a kind of impermanence in each other's eyes.

The blood man was unwilling to make the final struggle, if it wasn't greedy for the last feeding power of the heavy sword and no edge, it wouldn't have been close to the dead Tang Feng, and it wouldn't have been hit in front of Tang Feng who woke up and fought back decisively with a trace of spirit!

What can you do if you are just unwilling? The so-called one thing descends to one thing, which originated from Tang Feng and perished from Tang Feng, this is the fate of its blood soul, right?

When the blood qi and demonic qi around the Fenglin courtyard disappeared completely, or was absorbed by Tang Feng, the courtyard was in a mess - or this place could no longer be called a small courtyard, it should be called a ruin.

Nangong Xuanbing saw Tang Feng stunned and stayed in place, took a step forward and said something, Xue Qingtian signaled him not to approach, Tang Feng at this time can be said to be extremely unstable! Any stimulation from the outside world may lead to complete demonization, and the real catastrophe will never be recovered!

"The two seniors will never forget Tang Feng, but at the moment, can you let the younger generation bury this sword and erect a stone tablet for it..."

Tang Feng spoke softly, quietly watching the broken sword Wufeng, which had been reduced to scrap metal, clinging to the iron wheelchair.

Xue Qingtian nodded, didn't say anything, waved his hand, and the aura of the Haotian Divine Sword in the sky slowly dissipated, and then Xue Qingtian and Nangong Xuanbing, who looked worried, left prettyly.

Tang Feng raised his head slightly, he felt that the Haotian Divine Sword seemed to "look" at himself before disappearing?

Standing in place for a long time, no one in the Drifting Snow Sect came to disturb Tang Feng, maybe it was because of Xue Qingtian's previous order, right? Tang Feng slowly walked to the wheelchair and sat down slowly, holding the broken sword Wufeng in his hand like a relative.

"In the year of entering the Tao, I have no voice, and I am fortunate to be accompanied by you! But this grace, there is no chance to return it in this life! Er, go all the way! In this life, I Tang Feng will no longer touch the heavy sword! In order to commemorate the kindness of your life! Now here, build a sword grave for you! Buried here!"

The explanation that came to mind when Xuan Bing handed over Wu Feng to himself - treat it well!

Treat it alive!

"I'll let you die here! Hahaha..."

Tang Feng looked up to the sky and smiled almost madly, with endless loneliness in his eyes, he was in the sect for a long time, and the only sword has been with him so far! Now this sword has also abandoned himself, for Tang Feng's ice cutting technique! How can Tang Feng not be heartbroken!

"Hahaha..."

After all, there was a blazing snow light in Tang Feng's palm, and then Tang Feng took the wheelchair under the seat and took it into the air, floating above the original site of the Fenglin courtyard, and threw the ball of light in his hand downward.

"Boom-" Like a divine thunderbolt hitting the ground, a big crater exploded on the ground in an instant.

Tang Feng took one last look at it, and then closed his eyes slightly: "Now that you are sleeping here, there will be no more disturbances in the world, maybe it is a kind of luck." After finishing the Dao, he gently released the palm that held the broken sword.

The swarthy heavy sword bladeless blade crossed an arc and fell into the center of the big pit, and at the same time, Tang Feng's whole body exuded a terrifying aura, and he suddenly stepped into the [Snow Spirit] from the original [Frost Soul] realm, and half a foot entered the fourth layer of the Drifting Snow and Ice Technique-[Ice Knowledge]!

Cutting down countless pieces of soil with the palm sword, covering Wufeng, it became a dirt tomb after a while, Tang Feng stood in front of the grave for a long time, and after all, he didn't set up a word for it.

The sword is nameless, maybe it's the best destination, right?

After that, Tang Feng's figure flew rapidly towards the depths of the mountain behind Qingshuang Peak, occasionally landing on the ground and borrowing lightly, obviously not to the point where he could completely fly in the air. But the speed is faintly beyond the normal Edgeworth flight!

Just a few breaths after Tang Feng left, Nangong Xuanbing and Xue Qingtian appeared here again, looking at the direction in which Tang Feng left.

"Where is he going?" Xue Qingtian frowned slightly.

Nangong Xuanbing was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered something, with a somewhat relaxed expression on his face: "It is estimated that it is the bad luck of going to find a certain monster." ”

"The Valley of the Dead Dreams, it's there—" Xue Qingtian's face changed slightly.

"Don't worry, this kid should just go to the banshee who guards the door of the Valley of the Dead Dream, junior brother, you should know the ruler there, but I have a ten-thousand-year covenant with the Drifting Snow Sect, so this kid will not be in danger. What's more, with his current cultivation, what do you think, junior brother?"

When Xue Qingtian heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, it was really a blessing and a curse, and fate determined that people were more popular than dead.

"I don't know about the rest, but this kid's affairs are not only about you and me, but also the Haotian Sword Ancestor, I don't want the fourth party to know. Again, keep him safe. Xue Qingtian disappeared after dropping this sentence with no expression.

Nangong Xuanbing nodded and said, "Naturally." Then he chased Tang Feng in the air.

After a long time, a few figures slowly turned out of the maple forest, and they were Wu Xiaoling, Xia Shaoqing, and Xu Ping, the three Sword Peak Masters! And behind each of the three was a disciple, Nangong Luo Ting looked at the direction of Nangong Xuanbing's departure with a complicated expression—there was his breath there.

"Haotian Sword Array blockade, should something happen?" This was the common first reaction of several people. Then the eyes of several people fell on the newly erected earthen bag at the same time.