With the backlash of his palm on the ground, Ye Xuan stood up suddenly, and after dodging a slash from the true spirit, he staggered forward, turned around and confronted the true spirit. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yo yo!" the true spirit looked sarcastic, "You're all injured and you still want to fight?"

"How can you do it if you don't try?" Ye Xuan smiled slightly, but indifferently.

"That's good!" the true spirit's face was filled with a smile, but his expression was solemn.

Ye Xuan's eyes froze, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he glanced at the golden long sword slightly, as if he was thinking about his next move.

This scene was naturally taken into the eyes of the true spirit, and it frowned, but the corners of its mouth rose slightly.

'Target the Holy Sword?' depends on whether you have the skills to get it from my men......!

Suddenly, Ye Xuan moved towards the golden long sword, and his body leaned forward suddenly, as if he was about to pounce on the golden long sword, but he stopped before he could pounce, but the true spirit who had already guessed subconsciously rushed towards the golden holy sword, and staggered with Ye Xuan at hand.

In the next second, Ye Xuan's body twisted, and when the true spirit failed to comprehend, he rushed towards the forbidden light curtain.

"Bang" Ye Xuan slammed his foot on the transparent but real light curtain.

With the help of the power of the rebound, Ye Xuan jumped high, his fingers were combined as sword fingers, and he volleyed down into the air, suddenly probing towards the true spirit.

The True Spirit glared, took a step forward, stood in front of the golden sword, and raised the sword.

Ye Xuan was not afraid, and his two fingers suddenly pressed on the Necromancy Curse, bursting out with a powerful impact. Immediately, he hooked his legs, and with his two fingers as the fulcrum, he flipped over the top of the true spirit's head and landed in front of the golden long sword, reaching out to grab it.

But to Ye Xuan's surprise, he grabbed the void in the inevitable grab, fell straight to the ground, and fell on his back.

"How could it be!" Until he landed, Ye Xuan felt a little incredible.

"It doesn't seem to be as you planned!" True Spirit slowly turned around, shook his arm, and looked at Ye Xuan with pity.

Immediately, its arm shook, and a cold front flashing with cold light pointed directly at Ye Xuan's back, and the cold chill seemed to come out of the sword.

"Alas!" Ye Xuan sighed, seemingly full of sighs for life.

"Don't be so discouraged!" suddenly the child's voice sounded, "Listen, there is hope!"

"Huh?" Closing his eyes, Ye Xuan frowned tightly.

'Listen, there is hope, what does that mean, is it figurative?'

But in an instant, a cold voice came into Ye Xuan's mind.

"What is responsibility?"

"Why be responsible?"

"What's the point of responsibility?"

"Who bears the responsibility?"

……

The cold voice had a languid tone, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was asking a question.

At first, it was loud, but then it became quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared.

But this is the case, but it caused Ye Xuan's thinking.

'What exactly is responsibility?'

After thinking for a moment, Ye Xuan actually forgot about the death crisis behind him and focused seriously.

Seeing this, the true spirit behind him slowly smiled, and said in a voice that only it could hear, "Don't be afraid of life and death, focus on thinking, this is you, Ye Xuan!"

……

"Is there really a need for responsibility?"

"And for whom is it responsible?"

"Can't you escape responsibility?"

……

Suddenly, the slightly lazy voice in Ye Xuan's mind sounded again.

After a while, Ye Xuan's body trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Responsibility is such a thing, since it is born, it is inevitable to bear, even if it is avoided, it only affects the time to bear it!"

Instantly, his eyes opened, and a resolute look shot out of them.

"Since you have chosen me, how can I not carry the burden?" he muttered to himself, slowly standing up.

The true spirit on the side didn't stop it, but just silently retreated to the side and quietly watched Ye Xuan's movements.

Immediately, Ye Xuan turned around suddenly, but it was a golden long sword.

The true spirit frowned, but did not stop it.

As Ye Xuan's palm approached, the golden chain slowly spread out, revealing the golden long sword inside.

The golden long sword was about a meter long, the tip of the sword was extremely sharp, shining with cold light, and at the edge of the tip of the sword, two blood-red lines spread upward.

The body of the sword is very thin, the thickest part is only about a centimeter, and there are many characters carved on it that Ye Xuan does not recognize, which is complex and strange.

There was a deep groove in the center of the blade, about half the width of the entire blade, and half the depth of the entire blade, and there were faint brown blood marks left in it.

The blood-red lines finally converged at the hilt of the sword. A golden dragon was entwined on the golden hilt, which seemed to be majestic.

Although the momentum exuded by the golden long sword was not strong, a faint majesty arose spontaneously, which made Ye Xuan feel a sense of worship, but immediately, it was immediately suppressed by Ye Xuan.

'It seems that this golden long sword is not ordinary!' Ye Xuan's heart was faintly expectant.

Immediately, he grabbed the hilt of the sword, but suddenly grabbed it empty.

"Huh?" Ye Xuan frowned.

At this moment, the true spirit moved, and the necromantic spell in his right hand pointed directly at Ye Xuan, stabbing at him.

Seeing that the sharp tip of the sword was approaching, Ye Xuan couldn't do anything, he definitely couldn't dodge, so he had to pin his hope on his hand.

"Huh!" was the sound of the tip of the sword breaking through the air.

Ye Xuan was shocked in his heart, and instinctively grasped it in his hand, but he didn't expect to hold the hilt of the sword.

'Hold it!' Ye Xuan was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly drew his sword suddenly, blocking it in front of his chest.

"Qiang"

At the last moment, the golden longsword finally stood in the way of the tip of the Necromancy's curse.

Needless to say, with this grip, Ye Xuanfang felt that the weight of this golden long sword was definitely more than ten kilograms!

"Pomp Pomp"

Ye Xuan took three steps back in a row, the first step was because of impact, and the last two steps were because of inertia.

"It seems that using this sword is a big burden on my body!" Ye Xuan estimated it.

At this moment, a golden light rose from his body and soared into the sky, shining straight into the sky, and the dazzling strong light spread out in all directions, illuminating the true spirits and turning their heads, but Ye Xuan didn't feel dazzling at all, but felt that this golden light was very soft.

"What is this?" Feeling the warmth coming from his skin, Ye Xuan frowned, a little surprised.

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