Chapter Seventy-Three: The Nether Sword Revives
Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info side, the two law enforcers of the Yue Yue Sect were stunned, looking at the blood flowing down the long sword, looking at the righteousness on the woman's face, the two shook their heads, and each put away the magic weapon.
Gu Shiqi looked at Wang Yi indifferently, with a cruel smile on his face, and said proudly: "Boy, the golden pill in your body has been shattered, even if your talent is amazing, you can't escape the fate of imminent fall!" Remember, this is the end of being an enemy of my Yue Sect, in the next life, don't do anything that is beyond your means!"
Then, squinting at the woman who walked slowly past him, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a sneer, without any hesitation, he raised his hand and detained the lost Shi Xuefen....
Wang Yi's eyes were cold, and the pain in his heart made him feel that death was approaching step by step..... Although the blood outside the body had stopped, he knew that this was just a appearance, because in the abdomen, the long sword pierced through his golden pill...
It's a fatal blow!
"Are you really going to die?"
However, he was unwilling! The path of monasticism has not yet achieved anything... There are still many more missions for him to complete!
The fairy road is bumpy! He had only heard about it before, but now he finally knew the true meaning contained in it, which was the blood training summarized by countless ancestors with blood! .... Immortal Road, the road against the sky! Not only do you need to face the punishment of heaven and earth all the time, but you also need to face countless entangled interpersonal disturbances in the world! If you are not careful, you will be reincarnated forever....
Heaven and earth are impermanent, and the world is chaotic! Who can really cut off all this throughout the ages!
Wang Yi was still standing there alone, and the shattering of the golden pill had almost dried up the spiritual power in his body.... He could even feel the vitality in his body that was dissipating every moment..... Gradually, his vision began to blur...
In the blur, he saw Shi Xuefen's crying figure, and also saw the tears in the corners of her eyes after she was detained..... He also saw the sad and desperate expressions of the people in the Tianhuo Gate...
At this moment, he suddenly smiled, it turned out that he had not lived this life in vain, there were still people who felt sorry for themselves, and some people shed tears for themselves....
The avenue is ruthless but affectionate!
At this moment, his mind suddenly became clear, and in an instant, all the fragments of his life flashed through his mind.... At this moment, he has seen through a lot of things and figured out a lot of truths...
Die and die, but even if I, Wang Yi, die, I will never allow the enemy's weapons to be left in my body!
Suddenly, he took out the three-foot long sword that was as black as ink from the storage bag...
There is no trace of aura fluctuations in the entire body of this sword, and it looks ordinary to the extreme, but only Wang Yi knows its sharpness and knows its former glory!
"Nether Sword! Senior give you to me... But in this life.... I am a failure to you, and I can't let your peerless edge show the world! ”
Wang Yi held the Netherworld Sword in his left hand and looked at it slowly, it seemed to be the last time he paid attention in his life...
Then, his eyes looked to his abdomen, to the quaint flying sword that had dealt him the fatal blow...... His right hand suddenly stretched out and grasped the hilt of the sword, and in the shocked eyes of everyone in the audience, he pulled it out at once...
Blood gushed out, soaking through his black clothes in an instant, and also staining the inky Nether Sword...
Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, he raised his Nether Sword and slashed angrily at the Ancient Flying Sword....
This blow did not have any spiritual power fluctuations, but it had an aura that could not be returned..... This blow contained his deep unwillingness to be tragic fate....
Gu Shiqi suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, his flying sword, called the "Purple Sword", was a growth-type magic weapon, and it was a rare existence in the entire immortal cultivation world..... Although the Purple Sword is not an artifact, it is definitely comparable to an artifact... The Purple Sword will grow as the owner's cultivation improves..... This sword has accompanied him for many years, the sword body is indestructible, and it is even more powerful with the kendo method. He used this sword to cause countless famous immortal cultivators to lose their souls!
He originally had absolute confidence in the Purple Sword, but at this moment, a feeling of horror suddenly rose in his heart for no reason!
Excalibur Psychic! Could it be
His eyes immediately looked carefully at the extremely ordinary black sword...
A familiar feeling welled up in my heart, as if I had seen it somewhere....
"Nether Sword!" He suddenly let out an exclamation!
He finally remembered..... Hundreds of years ago, when I was still a mortal, when I worshiped the day I entered the sect of the Yue Sect.... At the initiation ceremony for new disciples, on the first page of the book "Instructions for the Introduction to the Yue Sect" that all new disciples would obtain, wasn't it the sword in front of him that was drawn? ..... Although the sword in front of him is ordinary, it is very different from the magic sword in the painting, where the mist is rolling and surrounded by thousands of ghosts...... But at this moment, just as it was engraved in the souls of all the people of the Yue Sect, he was sure that this was the sword!
Damn it! The Nether Sword, which has been missing for thousands of years, has reappeared in the world!
Without any hesitation, he was about to recall the Purple Sword.... However, it was too late, with the ordinary swing of the Netherworld Sword, the sound of "click" sounded, and the purple sword instantly became two, and the purple light on the sword flickered twice and then completely annihilated...
"Nope! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to make your soul fly! "Gu Shiqi is crazy, the purple sword that has been with him for four hundred years, and has always been in touch with him, has been destroyed like this, completely cutting off all contact with him!
His heart was dripping blood, and there was monstrous anger in his eyes, and he threw Shi Xuefen on the ground with a flick of his hand, and then his body was like a meteor rushing towards Wang Yi!
Wang Yi smiled, and the Netherworld Sword held in his left hand slowly fell... He knew that his life had really come to an end!
The moment he pulled out the purple sword that passed through his abdomen, he clearly heard the sound of the golden pill in the dantian completely shattering..... Jindan was artificially shattered, and he knew what that meant to the monk.... Even the God who opened the heavens and the earth could not save his own life!
He wielded the last sword of his life just now, and there was no trace of strength in his whole body...
He silently closed his eyes, and his heart was full of discouragement! Waiting for the last moment!
It's just that everyone didn't notice that the originally unpretentious Netherworld Sword was faintly covered with a layer of weird mist at this moment.... The fog is like a ghostly fog from the underworld. Full of unknowns and mysteries!
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