I don't know how long it took, the young man opened his eyes leisurely, and he didn't have time to observe the surrounding environment, so he couldn't stop moaning because of the bruises all over his body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Where is this?" Enduring the intense pain, the boy wiped the cold sweat from his face and began to recall the events before he fell into a coma.

"I seem to have fallen off a cliff...... "The boy looked around, and the ground not far away was surging with red magma, because there was only a small hole above his head, which filled the whole cave with a pungent smell of sulfur, and the air exuded a frenzied heat.

"Will you die here?" The boy looked up at the hole that was a few feet high above, he must have fallen in from there, and there were no bulges around him that could be climbed, so it was impossible to climb out of there with his small body.

"Help, who's going to save me. I don't want to die, I still have my sister to take care of, and she is the only one left with me. The boy cried out hoarsely, and when he arrived, he began to weep bitterly.

The aftermath lingers, swirling through the cave, in exchange for only echoes, but no answers.

In desperation, the young man fell to the ground and cried bitterly, his hands kept hammering the ground, and in a few clicks, he had already cracked and debut blood, but he seemed to be unconscious.

The young man hated, hated God for being so unfair, hated the fate of the brothers and sisters so worried, and hated his own incompetence even more, he couldn't even protect his sister, he couldn't protect it.

The blood bubbled from the boy's fist, seeping into the limestone covered with ravines, but it flowed along the terrain towards the magma in the center, but the boy didn't see everything, he just cried there, punched and punched, venting the resentment and bitterness in his heart.

Maybe he was tired from crying, or maybe it was because of excessive blood loss, but whatever the reason, the boy eventually passed out again, with helpless tears on his face.

At this time, the boy couldn't realize that when the blood he flowed out was poured into the magma, something strange happened, like a spark entering an oil pot, not only was it not evaporated instantly, but the magma stimulated became more and more boiling.

Grunt... Grunt......

Qiang !!!

A terrifying sword roar suddenly resounded throughout the cave, with the magma as the center, radiating out translucent sound waves visible to the naked eye, completely shaking the central magma open, forming a bottomless black hole, and the entire cave trembled in this sword sound.

Thundered!!!!!!

Countless pieces of rubble fell from the roof of the cave, and soon covered the ground, burying the boy completely.

"It's ...... Finally...... Awake? A hoarse and obscure voice came from the black hole in the center of the magma, with a long-lost pleasure, but also an indescribable bitterness.

Sou!!!

A blue rainbow flashed, and from the black hole, it rushed straight up, and everything was silent again.

Card Wipe !!!

In the sound of metal rubbing, I saw a simple bronze sword two zhang long standing proudly in the air several zhang high above the magma. The sword body is mottled, and even from time to time shakes off a little rust marks from above, if you look closely, you will be shocked to find that the sword body of this bronze ancient sword is covered with countless scales, the scales are roughly sword-shaped, but each piece is different, there are big and small, long and short, more wide and narrow, one and one close, like breathing, the friction between the scales makes a subtle metal sound.

The bronze ancient sword seemed to have spirituality, and shook its body in mid-air, shaking off the ignorance that had been sleeping for a long time, and seemed to be recalling something.

"Oh, I remember, my name is Zhanbai. Previously, he accepted Liu Chengying's sword cultivation technique. The voice made by the ancient sword was no longer obscure, but it was still hoarse.

Suddenly, the ancient sword bent into the shape of a bow and arrow, as if looking down at itself.

Airplanes!!!!!

The sword body was agitated, and it was not until a long time that it slowly regained its composure, and finally fell into deep thought.

"Hehe, it's like this. If Liu Chengying sees it, I don't know whether he should be happy or cry. Gu Jian smiled bitterly and said to himself, "The art of cultivating swords, the magic of turning demons, the original opposites, have actually merged together, but it's a pity that my physical body." ”

Yes, the officials are not mistaken, this bronze ancient sword is Zhanbai, or it is a combination of swordsmanship and Zhanbai after the demon transformation, people are not people, and swords are not swords.

"Am I a demon, a sword, or a human? Or maybe it's a shemale, or maybe it's a swordman? Zhanbai couldn't help laughing at himself, "I hope there is no prejudice in that world here, otherwise, I really won't have the face to see people." ”

Regarding his own situation, even he didn't dare to make a conclusion.

At the beginning, because of the fireworks flower, Zhanbai had to activate the demon transformation technique at the most critical juncture to resist the invasion of the flying sword embryo. Seeing that both sides were in a tense confrontation, which could be said to be the most vulnerable, who knew that a powerful sword qi came from the outside world again.

Although this sword qi is powerful, it is just an accumulation of quantity, and in terms of quality, it is far inferior to the sword cultivation technique blessed with the smoke pole flower and the demon transformation technique of the mysterious and mysterious, so its appearance did not destroy the two, but because it also came from the sword line, it became a lubricant for the fusion of the two.

I have to say that this kind of variables is really incredible.

It's really better to count people than to be counted by heaven.

The fusion of swordsmanship and demonization presented Zhanbai with a completely different path - the dual cultivation of Xuan Demon.

It's just that if things were so simple, it wouldn't have made Zhanbai's mood so complicated, and what was even more unexpected was that his physical body was destroyed and smashed by the foreign sword qi.

The Xuan Demon Dual Cultivator who did not have a physical body, even if Zhan Bai had inherited the information from the stone sword, had never heard of such a situation. The body is gone, because of the sword cultivation technique, Zhanbai's soul is completely fused with the flying sword embryo that Liu Chengying punched into his body, coupled with the tempering of the sword coffin, and the forging of magma and earth fire for three years, the flying sword was finally formed.

Having said so much, in fact, it is very simple to sum up, that is, Zhanbai at this time has completely turned into a sword, a flying sword, a flying sword that can be cultivated and at the same time demonized.

If this experience is spoken, Zhanbai can guarantee that unless there is a nervous disorder, who will believe it.

"To borrow the words of the world where the land enemy was in the previous life, this is really a painful life."

Go?

At this time, Zhanbai's mind was so confused that he couldn't make sense of his thoughts at all, but he at least understood one thing, that is, he didn't want to stay in this ghost place full of sulfur for a moment.

"Let's go." Zhan Bai's heart moved, and he was about to cut through the hole above the body of the flying sword, but at this moment......

"Hey, how can there be a familiar feeling down there?" Zhan Bai hesitated to find the whereabouts of the feeling.

It was a familiar feeling that seemed to be connected by blood, and it seemed to satisfy one's appetite, with a hint of blood, a little sweet, and fishy.

Qiang !!!!!

A roar rippled from the bronze sword, turning into a flowing wave, blowing away the rubble on the ground below, revealing the thin body below.

The resolute and desperate face, the emaciated shoulders, and especially the pair of fists that were red with blood but still clenched, made Zhanbai's heart throb.

From the body of the young man below, Zhan Bai clearly felt the familiarity.

"It seems that my awakening has nothing to do with this young man." Zhan Bai muttered to himself, his expression complicated, "Okay, little guy, since you and I are destined, let's take you for a ride." ”

As he spoke, the bronze ancient sword had slowly flown down, and the flat sword body passed through the collar on the back of the young man's neck and out of the hem of his waist, so he wrapped the young man and galloped upward.

……

The boy had a dream, in which he coincidentally entered the door of a powerful cultivator, practiced hard, and finally became a chivalrous and righteous swordsman, fighting the sword rivers and lakes, and rescued his sister from the hands of the gentleman. In the face of strong enemies everywhere, holding a long sword in his hand, fluttering elegantly, there is no enemy in his hand, it is really enjoyable.

"Sword, cluck...... Sword!!!! The young man, who was still whispering in his dream, got up from the ground without warning, and looked at the long sword in his hand with wide eyes.

It was a bronze sword with a simple style, less than three feet, the sword body was mottled and slightly wide, and there was an indescribable sense of security in the hand, which was exactly the same as the long sword in the dream.

"This ...... It's not a dream?! The young master didn't dare to rub his eyes fiercely, but the long sword was still there, and he looked around, only to find that he was not in the volcanic cave at this time, but on a flat grass in the jungle.

"Who saved me? And where did this sword come from? The boy had too many doubts in his heart, but this made him even more convinced of the speculation in his heart.

"Boy Yan Xiu'er, thank you for the life-saving grace of your predecessors, if you don't give up, Xiu'er is willing to serve your predecessors, and only ask your seniors to take them in and guide you on the path of Xuan Xiu." The boy fell to his knees with a puff, and hung his head to the ground reverently, loudly