After the facts hit her hard again and again, at this moment, Ye Chu was completely dead, she no longer had the slightest expectation of Mu Jiuge, the little uncle, and blinked her eyes that were a little sour, Ye Chu quickly accepted the rather difficult situation in front of her, whether she could break through the mystery of this long sword and whether she could trigger the sword intent contained in it, she really could only rely on herself.

Mu Jiu Ge pursed her lips, her eyes full of doubts were turning back and forth between Ye Chu and the long sword in her hand, and Ye Chu retracted her blind and wanton release of sword intent, she slowly calmed down, her eyes roamed over the long sword in her hand little by little, trying to find out the abnormalities or flaws of this sword, and for a while, the stone platform fell into a quiet silence again.

As his eyes wandered on the long sword inch by inch, not letting go of any of the slightest details, Ye Chu threw more and more attention to it, and the cracks that were densely covered on the long sword seemed to have changed faintly in front of her eyes, Ye Chu's heart was happy, and his mind was condensed into it, and he carefully understood this somewhat subtle change, and gradually, the cracks surfaced out of the long sword like a swimming fish, swimming and staggering in front of Ye Chu's eyes, staring directly at these cruising sword marks, Ye Chu's eyes lost focus, and he devoted himself to it, and his eyes were scattered little by little.

Looking at Ye Chu from afar, it seemed to have turned into a sculpture-like Mu Jiuge, at this moment, the pupils of his eyes shrank sharply, the muscles on his cheeks suddenly tensed, and the hands that fell to his side were tightly clenched into fists. The green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and the knuckles were pale and white.

And, at the same time, "Boom! A sword roar full of tragic killing intent suddenly resounded in Ye Chu's mind, and in front of her was a dazzling streamer rotating extremely fast, and in the middle of the whirlwind, a rich and pungent smell of blood rose, and Ye Chu's nasal cavity seemed to be filled with thick and sticky liquid in an instant, and his breath was suffocated.

Blinked. Ye Chu found himself in a dark and blood-red world. In front of him, a monstrous wave of blood surged, and a snow-bright long sword was inserted into the mountain of corpses piled up by Sen Bai's bones. A creepy sharp sword intent, with boundless and endless killing intent, lingered around this long sword. Tearing at the air around him, there was one sharp and piercing sound after another. There was a faint mournful wail all around. Suppressed by the sound of breaking the air, it was a little fragmented, but it was continuous.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Ye Chu swept over the ripples around this long sword, feeling the endless edge that could tear the sky and the earth. and the fierce killing intent on it...... There is no need for any other corroboration, just because she glanced at it like that, her heart was trembling and frightened, the cold in her bones was rising, and her scalp was numb, Ye Chu could confirm that this sword was the Seven Killings Sword Intent mentioned by Mu Jiuge.

Think about it again, what she said about suppressing this sword intent or something, hehe...... Ye Chu pursed his lips and swallowed hard, does this unreliable little uncle actually want to tell her to die...... Ye Chu was confused and didn't dare to be sure. Pinched her fingers and forcibly pulled her thoughts back from all kinds of vicious speculations about Uncle Xiao, Ye Chumo held her fingers, so how could she complete this almost impossible task?

Surrounded by a dark blood-red space, the misty red light reflected on Ye Chu's body, the surging waves of the sea of blood, "Wow!" Wow! From time to time, wave after wave, the mountain of bones in the sea of blood, the white glow of the forest scattered, towering high. The poignant sound like a ghost crying lingered in my ears endlessly, like the background sound of this scene in Shura's hell, no matter how I could get rid of the word "horror", but Ye Chu was also experienced in a hundred battles, and one person and one sword crawled out of the bloody battle, although this kind of big scene is not very common, but Ye Chu's mind is not half a wave, without the slightest fluctuation.

Standing in this strange world, Ye Chu's seemingly casual gaze looked around, but he was extremely careful to search for every part of this sea of blood and corpse mountain, however, this is useless, although the sea of blood is large, it is just an ordinary sea of blood, the mountain of bones is piled up very high, but there is nothing special about it, just a very ordinary mountain of corpses, Ye Chu's eyes ploughed inch by inch, and she reluctantly admitted that she could not find anything abnormal from this mountain of blood and corpses.

So...... Ye Chu sighed deeply, in this way, the key to breaking the game was already clear! Forcibly taking back the scattered gaze that was still a little lucky and not giving up, and still looking around, Ye Chu looked at the long sword on the corpse mountain.

The eyes were fixed on this long sword little by little, and the lines of the spiritual light on it were clearly reflected in Ye Chu's eyes, and the criss-crossing lines contained a mysterious rhythm, the pupils shrank slightly, Ye Chu's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was slightly condensed, and he was quite surprised to find that these lines were actually the same cracks on the sword body, whether it was the position, length, or depth, they were exactly the same!

Rubbing her fingers, Ye Chu fell into deep confusion, she always thought that the crack on this sword was caused by being hit by an external force and the sword body was destroyed, and now, seeing this scene in front of her, Ye Chu's whole person was stunned, this crack was actually the original part of the sword body?!

Scold...... Looking directly at the long sword in front of him, the corners of Ye Chu's mouth twitched violently, a sword must be strong in addition to being sharp, otherwise, during the fight, the sword will be broken...... What kind of person would deliberately build a sword full of cracks, crazy! What the hell is this sword? Wipe! Imagining holding a broken sword with cracks on the body of the sword, fighting with others, when the battle was in full swing, fragments like slag fell from the sword, Ye Chu's face was distorted fiercely, and he felt that the whole person was not good.

Inexplicably, Ye Chu only felt a burst of chest tightness and shortness of breath, and suddenly a wave of anger arose in her heart, the more the raging fire burned, the more vigorous it became, clusters of flames spread, rampage in her body, the gurgling sweat was instantly forced out by the surging heat wave in her body, Ye Chu's whole person seemed to be fished out of the water, and it was soaking wet. (To be continued.) )