A sword into the sea of suffering, a sword into the sun and the moon, a sword to return, a sword to go down!

The ancient ring sword was held horizontally in Zhang Erhe's hand, the whole body was ruddy, the sword body was not real, and there was a slight heat wave, but it turned invisible in an instant, the sword was not like a sword, but in Zhang Erhe's hands, it was a bit of a red iron rod. The figure came out first, the sword body arrived, and his eyes became extremely cold, the momentum was faster, and at the exit, the three big characters "Xunxian Palace" were engraved high, as if because of the arrival of Zhang Erhe, it showed a trace of agility, and there was a stone gate not far from the Xunxian Palace, where Zhang Erhe naturally knew, the sword tower!

However, this time Zhang Erhe did not stay, when he walked by, his eyes swept slightly, and he hurriedly ran away, the previous movement really made him unable to feel at ease, his heart was beating suddenly, and he was indescribably depressed and angry.

"Are they going to destroy this place?" Zhang Erhe's words are exactly the same as Liu Yuan's thoughts, anger is difficult to suppress, then the only way is to stop it, until now, Zhang Erhe will not casually let people destroy here, even Li Ru and others.

Looking back at the place where he came, Zhang Erhe was a rare relief, there, Liu Yuan should have already escaped and ascended to heaven, thinking like this, his eyes changed instantly, a sword in his hand, a wave of heat swept away, on top of the ancient ring sword, a faint shadow could be seen, erratic, it was the same as Zhang Erhe's general expression, one person and one sword, like a myth, the messy scum also made Zhang Erhe more dazzling at this time, a tough guy, facing the rain of bullets, maybe after today, he will no longer be the wanted tomb robber, think about the way forward, But he forgot the way back.

The road ahead became foggy, the fog obscured, even if it was close in front of him, he couldn't see it clearly, the heat was steaming in the dense fog, he glanced around slightly, the ancient ring sword waved lightly, a red light flashed, and the dense fog surged, just in an instant, a wall composed of fog appeared in front of Zhang Erhe's eyes, close to the end of the world, and turned into nothingness under the power of the ancient ring sword, but before Zhang Erhe could take a step, a faint groan of pain came out of the thick fog.

The snort was faint and the mouth was muttering, but Zhang Erhe had to stop.

"Seven? How could it be here! Zhang Erhe was shocked, No. 7 should be with Professor Gao and his group, and listening to the explosion just now, it should still be at the location of the tomb gate, why is No. 7 alone here?

With a wave of the ancient ring sword, the mist dissipated a little, and the figure of No. 7 could be vaguely seen, ragged and dilapidated, lying on the ground, if it wasn't for the faint murmuring, saying that it was a corpse, I'm afraid it would not be an exaggeration, one arm was broken off at some point, blood was vomited in the mouth, his eyes were staring at Zhang Erhe's position tightly, his lips were squirming, as if he was saying something, but he only saw the blood flowing out of his mouth, as for what he said, no one could hear it clearly, and it could be summed up in one word, that is, miserable.

And next to No. 7, a naked woman was prostrate beside No. 7, with a graceful figure and bumps, but in Zhang Erhe's opinion, this scene was still unforgettable, different from the situation when he was on him, the skeleton woman was obviously the initiator of No. 7's tragedy, and her sharp claws were scratching on No. 7's body, seeing Zhang Erhe's arrival, she could stop the next action, and her fingertips had penetrated into No. 7's heart, as long as she grabbed it slightly, No. 7 would die instantly.

"This, this, beauty, he's my friend, can you be merciful?" Zhang Erhe, who had already planned to be a hero, when he saw these skeleton women again, he still had no bottom in his heart, he spoke fluently, stopped three meters away from the woman, and looked at the skeleton woman again, this figure, this body shape, hey, I'll go, and then I saw the big hollow eyes, the flesh and blood that disappeared from the neck, this majestic wind can't be lifted anyway.

She was the only one here in front of her, but Zhang Erhe knew that behind the dense fog, there were hundreds of such spirits, although there were many more things about this Sword Pavilion cemetery in his memory, but the composition of this spirit was still clueless.

"That, eldest sister, this..." Seeing the woman looking at him in a daze, Zhang Erhe suddenly became a little wilted, looked at No. 7 who was lying on the ground and was dying, stomped his feet violently, his face flashed with a look of struggle, and shouted: "Leave!" ”

The woman's figure paused, looked at No. 7, and then looked at Zhang Erhe, I didn't know if she understood, her body floated back, like a soul leaving her body, floating into the thick fog, and disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Erhe shook his head helplessly, sighed, squatted down, and looked at No. 7, feeling guilty and resentful.

"Can you hold it?" After being silent for a while, Zhang Erhe looked away and stopped looking at him, to be honest, he was not familiar with No. 7, he had only known each other for a day, and the relationship was naturally not good, but he was in a miserable situation now, more or less related to himself, he ignored it, and his conscience couldn't be said, and when he was in the Lushan Town Hotel, listening to his conversation with Liu Yuan, this guy's master and Liu Yuan's father were old acquaintances, so he couldn't ignore it.

Seven's voice was weak, although without the pressure of the skeleton woman, his injuries were not light, and it was a blessing to be able to save his life.

"No, no, to, go back, go..." No. 7's lips trembled slightly, and he spit out a few words, where could Zhang Erhe hear clearly, touched the back of his head, was a little puzzled, and came closer.

"What? You speak louder. Zhang Erhe's request at this time is difficult for some strong people, in other words, it is not a backache to stand and talk, everyone is like this, and let him be louder, and if he didn't pass out immediately, he was already strong-willed on the seventh.

"Small, heart..."No. 7 Zhiwu spit out two words, couldn't hold on any longer, tilted his head, unconscious.

"Damn, what are you talking about?" Zhang Erhe said with a grudge, he couldn't just throw No. 7 here, and after thinking about it, he finally made up his mind.

"Ahem, big sisters, please come out to meet, you have something important to ask for." Zhang Erhe's idea would be ridiculed if Liu Yuan was present, but now, it is impossible for him to take care of him, and Liu Yuan was sent out of the cemetery by himself, so he can only ask these incarnations who are similar to real people.

As soon as the words came out, there was a surge in the dense fog, and the fog wall left by the ancient sword was also scattered by this movement, and it didn't take long for the figures of the skeleton women to manifest as if they had been ordered, and it could be seen that they were quite obedient to Zhang Erhe's words, but Zhang Erhe's performance was shocking, covered by dense fog, and only a naked carcass could only be vaguely seen, as for the fleshless head, it was covered by the dense fog, and the hazy beauty almost made Zhang Erhe unable to hold it.

"That, that, you can do me a favor, my friend is bothering you to take care of it." As soon as the figure came out, Zhang Erhe instantly lowered his head, his face was flushed, and his lower body was congested, just like a child who had done something wrong, which was extremely funny.