The flames in the fire pit in the Sword Forge Valley were originally raging towards the sky, and the waves of fire continued to surge one after another, as if they wanted to be devoured by the sky.

But when the flames came out, the flames seemed to be terrified, and they shone in flames and dodged in all directions.

I saw that the flames on this person's body were incomparably bright and vivid, with a faint yellow outline on the edge of the red flames, and in this strangely colored flame, the man's face and figure were a little blurred, but he could see that his face was gloomy like water, and his eyes were full of anger.

And in this person's arms, he held a flying sword with flowing light and aura.

The aura revealed in the flying sword, like the autumn water Yiren, and as bright as the spring flower, with the light flashing, and like the peach dying, scorching its glory. When I was in a trance, I felt like a shy girl, snuggled in this person's arms.

"Excalibur, sixth-level Excalibur!" the sword maniac muttered, his voice already trembling.

Although Uncle Ancestor didn't know this sword, when this sword appeared, his one hundred and eight fifth-level divine swords actually trembled slightly as if worshipping.

But Ma Zjun's face showed a look of grief, because this flying sword seemed to him to be extremely cordial and familiar, and it was a family relationship that blood was as thick as water and could not be separated.

The man with his whole body in flames stepped forward, stepping on the burning flames, step by step towards the outside of the fire pit.

When the man took a step, the ancestor and the sword maniac were so frightened that they took a step back, and by the time the man walked out of the fire pit, the ancestor and the sword maniac had already withdrawn from the distance of more than ten steps.

The two stared at the fire man in front of them, and although they already had a guess in their hearts, they couldn't believe that the man could survive the incinerating flames.

The burning man stood steadily on the edge of the fire pit, the flames on his body fading like clothes, revealing the man's face.

I saw that this person's eyes were deep, his face was cold, and the blackness of his head hung down and draped over his shoulders.

"It's really you!" Seeing this person, Uncle Ancestor and Sword Maniac all exclaimed in unison.

Because it was Su Yuan who walked out of the fire pit.

At this time, the flames that faded from Su Yuan's body condensed together, formed a human form, and changed into Ma Shan.

Seeing that Su Yuan was intact, Ma Zijun immediately rushed to Su Yuan's approach and asked, "Brother Quanzhong, Xiao Zhao, ...... she?"

After only half a sentence, Mazijun choked up.

Su Yuan's face was full of grief, and he didn't answer Ma Zijun, but just glanced down at the flying sword in his arms, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the flying sword, looking sad.

Seeing this, Ma Zijun immediately lowered his head, and at this time he already understood that Ma Xiaozhao was finally dead and turned into the spirit of the divine sword.

It turned out that when Su Yuan chased Ma Xiaozhao and fell into the fire pit, he immediately wrapped himself with his true qi, temporarily resisting the flames, and at the same time wanted to pull Ma Xiaozhao back.

However, Ma Xiaozhao's cultivation was insufficient, and he had the will to die, so he did not resist the flames at all, so after just falling into the flames, he was immediately burned by the flames, and after a while, he turned into nothingness.

When Ma Xiaozhao died, he had an immortal will in his heart, and a little loyal soul flew into the sword embryo.

This sword embryo was originally a divine stone outside the sky, and it was forged by Su Yuan for seven days and seven nights with a Ruyi golden hoop stick and a Qiankun ruler, and it was already agile and spiritual. At this time, seeing Ma Xiaozhao's spirit coming, he immediately became one with him.

The sword embryo is lacking the sword spirit and cannot become a sword, at this time, as soon as the sword spirit arrives, it will be completed immediately, and the sixth-level divine sword should be born from time to time, and then the blue light rushed out of the fire pit and went straight to the nine skies.

At the time of all this, Su Yuan was already only one step away from Ma Xiaozhao, but one step seemed to be extremely close, but now it was like the end of the world.

Seeing Ma Xiaozhao die in front of him, he was willing to turn into a sword spirit, and Su Yuan was also heartbroken, and he was in pain.

At that moment, his heart was like ashes, and he was so hurt that he no longer resisted, and immediately dispersed the true qi of his whole body, and he was about to be buried in this sea of fire with Ma Xiaozhao.

But at this time, thanks to Ma Shan, who followed and turned himself into a fire coat, wrapped Su Yuan in it, and blocked the invasion of the flames, otherwise Su Yuan would have been buried in the sea of fire.

This is exactly Ma Shancheng's admiration for Su Yuan, so he desperately rescued him, if he was replaced by the previous owner of the Lantern Daoist, I was afraid that Ma Shanle would have to stay aside and watch the excitement.

Su Yuan knew that Ma Shan had saved him, and he was about to make Ma Shan retreat.

But at this moment, the words "This flying sword is mine" shouted by the sword maniac who coveted the sword.

This sentence reached Su Yuan's ears, making Su Yuan suddenly sober up.

If he died, then the flying sword incarnated by Ma Xiaozhao would fall into the hands of the sword maniac, and Ma Xiaozhao would definitely not accept such a result if he was wise in the sword.

After Su Yuan sobered up, he immediately turned his full will of death into a surging killing machine, and grabbed the divine sword in his hand with a raised hand.

As soon as the divine sword was in his hand, Su Yuan felt that Ma Xiaozhao's earnest thoughts came from the divine sword. Therefore, Su Yuan took the divine sword into his arms, as if he was holding Ma Xiaozhao in his arms, and left the fire pit!

Although the sword madman and the others didn't know what was going on under the fire pit, when they saw Su Yuan appearing, they were able to guess that they couldn't leave ten.

At this time, seeing that Su Yuan could still escape from the realm of death, he couldn't help but be afraid, and stood in front of Su Yuan for a while and didn't dare to say more.

Su Yuan looked down at the divine sword in his arms and muttered, "Xiao Zhao, today you will accompany me to kill the enemy and avenge you." ”

Hearing Su Yuan's words, a ray of light immediately swept through the bright sword body of the divine sword, as if it was responding to what Su Yuan said.

Su Yuan raised his head slowly, his cold eyes staring at the two of them, Uncle Ancestor and Sword Maniac.

Seeing Su Yuan's frosty gaze, Uncle Ancestor and the Sword Maniac trembled in fright, took a step back again, and immediately protected the One Hundred and Eight Sword Array and the Demon Lotus Holy Lock on their respective sides.

Su Yuan grabbed the hilt of the sword and pointed the sharp tip of the divine sword Xiao Zhao at the two uncles and ancestors.

As soon as his body moved, the sword body was raised forward, and a cold light swung out, like a thunderbolt between heaven and earth.

The Sword Maniac and the Uncle Ancestor were on full alert, and when they saw Su Yuan attacking, the One Hundred and Eight Sword Array and the Demon Lotus Holy Lock immediately blocked in front of them.

I only heard the sound of "Dang Chang Dang" constantly sounding, and I saw that dozens of Demon Lotus Holy Locks and two flying swords were immediately split in half and fell to the ground.

After the severed flying sword fell, the aura was lost, and it had become four pieces of scrap metal, and the broken Demon Lotus Holy Lock was also absent in the aura, but after a while, a light flashed, and these several Demon Lotus Holy Locks were immediately connected together, returning to normal. This is precisely the Saint Brand that once again restored the Demon Lotus Holy Lock.

Seeing this, Uncle Ancestor's heart ached greatly, there were two swords missing from the one hundred and eight sword formations, and the rest could not form a formation, and the power was greatly reduced.

Although the Demon Lotus Holy Lock recovered, the sword maniac was also secretly frightened, who knows how long the Saint Brand could last. Once it is exhausted, won't he be like his uncle and ancestor.

Just when the two of them were frightened, Su Yuan had already swung out seven or eight swords in a row, and the one hundred and eight flying swords of the ancestor had already fallen to the ground, and the remaining half was sparse and unshapely.

At this time, the sun was setting, the mild sun was falling, the autumn breeze was blowing, and the temperature was pleasant, but the uncle ancestor and the sword maniac were sweating profusely, looking at Su Yuan, who was bound to avenge the death in front of him, he was terrified and afraid.

(End of chapter)