In the spiritual consciousness, the leisure is like a dream.

The sword drawing style was like an imprint in the depths of his mind, and every detail, every essence seemed to have been honed thousands of times, and it was extremely familiar. In particular, the fierce sword intent that erupted in silence shot out in an instant, exploded in an instant, and controlled and locked the target with spiritual energy, so that the other party had nothing to dodge.

Such a sword.

The unheard of and unheard.

There is a legend among Chinese folklore that Xiao Li's flying knife is not false, and he secretly ponders freely, I am afraid that this sword is like that Xiao Li flying knife, which has the same effect.

The sound of the system prompt exploded in my ears.

Xiaoyao no longer had the heart to pay attention to what kind of turmoil his actions would bring to him in the future, and now he was sitting cross-legged, quietly understanding the mystery of drawing a sword.

Draw the sword.

A sword that originated from the light and shadow on the monument of heaven and earth.

What is particular is this: if you don't move, you will move, and if you move, you will be as fast as thunder, and a ray of blood will bloom from the darkness, and you will see blood seal your throat. This is the sword of the swift sword, as fierce as the sword of a viper.

A sword out.

Integrate your own spirit, all your strength.

From another point of view, this is a sword that is born after death, a sword that is completely desperate, and a sword that will not give up until the goal is achieved. This sword is more worthy of its name than the 'dead sword' of the swordsman. Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent, and he continued to feel in his mind, realizing the sword intent contained in the sword drawing style.

The sword move is the table, and the sword means the root.

There is no sword move but no sword intent, it can only be said to be a powerful sword.

Only the sword intent is given.

Even if it's an ordinary sword, it's enough to make people feel frightened. And such a strong man can be named a swordsman, not a sword master.

"Everything in front of me is empty, only the long sword in my hand remains."

"Sword Intent-Only Sword!"

Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a clear smile in his eyes.

He looked at the mural in front of him, he didn't have the same agile feeling as before, and he knew that it was because he had already obtained the sword drawing style from this mural, and thus lost the qualification to comprehend it again. But...... In his heart, it was difficult to hide his excitement, and he had a strong feeling that this heaven and earth monument was not the only one here.

Shout!

A wisp of sword light suddenly emerged from Xiao Yao's hand, and he looked at the fingertips that kept spewing out sword light, and the sword intent contained in it made him feel extremely satisfied.

Zheng!

In the Flying Immortal Palace, with this wisp of sword light, a low sword roar suddenly sounded.

Xiaoyao turned his head suddenly, and looked at the stone platform in the center of the Flying Immortal Hall in astonishment.

He heard it clearly.

The sound of the sword came from the stone platform, and it was confirmed!

Zheng!

Zheng!

The sound of the sword became louder and louder, and the sword platform began to shake violently.

At the same time, in the shocking change of Xiaoyao's face, the sea of qi in his body suddenly boiled violently, and the terrifying black mist in the Xuan Core continued to sweep out and turn into an eerie ghostly aura, surrounding his entire body. His whole body began to tremble and distort, his face faintly darkened, his eyes bulging, and the color of blood was filled.

"Ah!!!h

Crazy pain hit, Xiaoyao grabbed his head with both hands, and screamed.

Zheng!

Zheng!

The sword platform exploded with a bang, and a broken sword burst out of it with a thud, and rushed directly towards the Xiaoyao Burst that was in great pain, his whole body was shrouded in black mist, and he was constantly struggling.

Burst!

The appearance of the sword is like a nameless broken sword in the free Xuan Core.

Originally.

This nameless broken sword was imprisoned in this sword platform, imprisoned by the energy of the Heaven and Earth Monument, but as Xiaoyao comprehended the sword intent and realized the sword drawing style, the energy on the Heaven and Earth Tablet was absorbed in an instant, causing the sword platform to lose the effect of sealing for a short period of time. However, there was a nameless broken sword on Xiaoyao's body, and under its traction, another nameless broken sword in the sword platform immediately found its target, directly submerged into Xiaoyao's body, and even rushed directly into the Xuan core.

Whoosh!

Two gloomy figures instantly appeared in the Flying Immortal Palace.

The moment they saw Xiaoyao's miserable screaming, their faces became even more ugly, and their faces were filled with incomparable worry and guilt.

The old man guarding the tomb had a gloomy face and swept towards the sword platform that had broken into countless pieces: "What the hell is going on?" Why did the sword platform that sealed the nameless broken sword and distract itself burst open inexplicably!! ”

"What the hell is going on?!"

The change that took place in vain made the old man at the tomb look angry and extremely ugly.

"Master, what should I do?!"

"The Taiji Diagram in the body of the Ninth Senior Brother, the power of thunder punishment and the Nameless Broken Sword have formed a restraining trend, but now, this second Nameless Broken Sword has actually broken through the seal and entered the body of the Senior Brother, which completely breaks the balance!" Xuerou's face was full of anxiety: "Moreover, this diseased nameless broken sword is not the one it should be, the evil energy it contains is extremely strong, and it is completely incomparable!" ”

In the scorched color, Xuerou thought that she had let Xiaoyao come here, and the trace of guilt in her heart was suddenly infinitely expanded, and her face was filled with endless remorse.

"It's all me, it's all my fault!"

"If I hadn't brought him here, how would he have ......"

Xuerou's expression was pale without a trace of blood, and the repeated accidents made her feel like she had been hit hard, and her body was shaky.

The old man guarding the tomb changed his expression.

Her appearance is already on the verge of going mad.

"Blood Rouge!"

"Wake up !!!"

The sound of the explosion contained a mysterious rhythm that exploded in the depths of Xuerou's soul, and the continuous impact made her wake up from the endless guilt in an instant. The old man guarding the tomb looked at her, his face was very solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Xuerou, now is not the time to feel guilty, now that the nameless broken sword has entered his body, if we want to restore the balance in his body, we must find another holy thing to restrain it, only in this way can we suppress it!" ”

"Ah!!h

The roar of the free hiss continued to resound.

"The Most Holy Thing?"

Xuerou's face changed: "Now where can we find that holy thing, our Nine Heavens Sword Sect only has ...... except for the Nine Heavens Cloud Disc, the treasure of the town sect."

Speaking of this, she seemed to think of something, and her face became extremely ugly.

She slowly reached out and brushed her hand around her neck, and a Tai Chi image jade tied with a red rope quietly jumped into her palm.

She looked at the jade, and her expression instantly became extremely complicated.

The old man guarding the tomb sighed softly: "Xuerou, he handed it over to you." It's up to you, I know, it might have wronged you, but ...... Alas, without further ado, I'll go first. ”

Looking at Xuerou, who was suddenly silent with a wry smile, the old man guarding the tomb shook his head and sighed and slowly disappeared.

……

"Taishang Hua Lingyu"

"Perhaps, that's fate." Xuerou looked at the jade in the shape of Tai Chi in her palm, and laughed bitterly at herself: "He gave you to me back then, and now another person who has embarked on the same fate as you needs to rely on it to save his life." ”

"Something in love?"

"Blood Rou is here, where are you? Have you forgotten everything? ”

In a silent sigh, the red rope broke itself, and the Taishang Hua Lingyu turned into a floating shadow, and the light spirit fell on Xiaoyao, who was forcibly suppressed to the ground by Xuerou, but lost his mind and kept roaring.

"Where are you? ……”

In the Flying Immortal Palace, the tender shadow stood against the wall with her eyes blurred, and on the ground of the destroyed and fragmented hall, Xiaoyao's clothes were torn, and the green tendons were bursting, and she was convulsive from time to time.

A wisp of sunset curtain came, sprinkled with longing.

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