This place is dark and abnormal, and at first there are wisps of light to take advantage of, but the further you go, the more strange it becomes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAlthough this land is a deep valley, it is still open-air, and at night, it is not allowed to shine down with starlight or moonlight.

The swordsman swallowed his saliva and comforted himself, but it was just a trick, my swordsman was not afraid of the sky, but he was also afraid of the little dark night?

I think so in my heart, but my body is very honest. With every step the swordsman takes, his legs are like being injected with water, and he can't step away at will.

A whooshing sound sounded in his ears, and the swordsman was excited, and immediately shouted: "Who?"

No one responded for a long time, and the swordsman was a little angry: "Who stands up as soon as possible, don't pretend to be a ghost!"

A black shadow quickly moved in front of him, and the swordsman didn't see it clearly, but in extremely tense situations, his perception ability was often extremely sharp.

"Hurry up and get out. The swordsman pointed his sword ahead and swung it wildly.

The enemy is in the light, and I am in the dark. Such a form is really bad for the swordsman.

The black shadow flashed again, directly facing the swordsman's face and sticking it up. The swordsman was naturally invisible, but that compelling aura was directly opposite, how could he not know!

"Ahh

He gathered his spiritual power in the palm of his hand, and there was finally a little light in front of him.

The moment he raised his eyes to the front, he almost fainted. In fact, I was prepared in my heart, but I still couldn't restrain the fear when I saw the scene.

A large face with a cloak of hair was staring at him, and the place where it should have been eyes was gouged out, leaving two black holes.

The strange lines on his face and the black blood that kept spilling out of the corners of his eyes didn't look terrifying, but the black blood always had a disgusting smell.

"Hey. The swordsman stretched out his hands and shook them in front of his face, his eyes were just decorations, but why did he always feel as if this person could see himself?

"Give me the sword. He spoke suddenly, and turned his head back to the swordsman.

This time, the swordsman really believed that the one in front of him could see him, and stammered: "I, I haven't taken anything from you." "How can there be such a person, who asks people for things as soon as they meet.

"Hmm" a dull voice came, and the man's mouth didn't open and close at all, and it didn't come out of his throat at all.

The swordsman was bold and brushed his irregularly hanging hair on both sides, "Huh!" The swordsman shook his hands with some disgust: "This hair must have been washed for a long time." ”

After revealing a face, the swordsman saw that this was indeed a person. It's funny to say, when this guy first appeared, he wondered what kind of humanoid monster it was.

"Old, uncle?" The swordsman looked at him like this, and his heart was a little sour: "You, are you okay?"

This must have offended someone, so he was made like this, and he was locked up in such a place where life is better than death.

The old man's expression is not very clear, after all, the eyeballs are gone, and it is said that the eyes are the most expressive place, and without the eyes, it is difficult to know a person's mental activities.

But his compelling aura dissipated a lot, and he distanced himself from the swordsman: "Give me the sword!" He pointed to the sword that the swordsman was carrying.

The swordsman who had originally had some pity for him suddenly lost his good feelings when he heard him make such a request. He held the sword tightly in his arms and firmly refused: "No." ”

Anything can be discussed, and there is room for everything to be turned around, but this is not the case.

"The sword in there is a great artifact, you don't want it, what do you want me to do?"

He was reluctant to give up his sword to others because the sword followed him to the north and south, and it was a gift from his master. For him, it has a special meaning.

In the eyes of others, this should be just scrap metal! Why did someone still have the idea of it today!

Seeing that he was about to grab it, the swordsman hurriedly hid his sword behind him: "You old man, are you still unreasonable?"

Seeing that he is an old man, it is not easy for a swordsman to hurt people, he can only run as far as he can.

"You, you, don't come here!" The swordsman retreated again and again, didn't he force him to fight!

As the saying goes, a gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. "Someone broke the ice suddenly.

"Yes, it's a free life?" the swordsman was a little incredulous. Aren't they separated?

With a bang, Xiaoyaosheng opened the folding fan in his hand and walked over to block in front of the swordsman: "This old man, if you want someone else's sword, you have to get the consent of the other person first, right?"

If he is really a disciple from the Huasheng Temple, he treats everyone with the same humility and convinces people with reason.

You can convince people to divide the object, and treat the old man in front of him, which is definitely playing the piano to the cow.

He only thought about the sword that the swordsman was carrying, stretching out his green tendons to expose it, and his bony hands touched it.

I couldn't stop talking to myself, but I didn't listen to the words of the two: "Give me, give me!"

"Swordsman, did you do something to offend him?"

"Me. The swordsman trembled politely: "I, am I that kind of person?" Okay, don't say it, he's here." ”

The two of them put their eyes on the old man, who had lived here for a long time, he was obviously not an ordinary person, and he must have some means, otherwise he would definitely not be able to deal with the spirit beast outside.

He had been lying on his back before, and the swordsman didn't think much about it, thinking that it was a natural phenomenon of people getting old. Now the hunched back stood straight again, and the whole man fought straight, more vigorous than the teenagers they were in the prime of their youth.

The swordsman half joked: "It seems that I really underestimated you before!" It's like getting old and strong!

He spun in circles, faster and faster. By the end, only a stream of black stuff could be seen swirling there.

The swordsman frowned: "What kind of spell is this?" "I've never seen this kind of kung fu, is this attacking? Or is it self-preservation?

Xiao Yaosheng knew that the swordsman didn't take this old man seriously, so he grabbed his wrist through his clothes and said, "Don't take it lightly, let's take a look." ”

"Hmm. The swordsman nodded solemnly, of course he could make random guesses. But the words of my companions, as long as they are reasonable, will be more or less adopted.

"He!" the swordsman rubbed his eyes and stared at it without blinking: "He can't be a sword spirit!"

At this moment, the old man had dispersed his human form and turned into a sword that hung in the air. The sword was wrapped in strands of power, as if something was trying to break free from it.

On the other hand, the hilt of the sword is depicted with a hollow five-clawed dragon pattern. Since ancient times, the Shenlong clan has been a symbol of imperial power.

Especially this five-clawed golden dragon is a totem that only the Son of Heaven can deserve.