The sky is dark, the rising stars of the waning moon are pouring into the world, the breeze is blowing on the plain, and the weeds are swaying with the wind, so unhappy.

The two sat opposite each other, a long sword with a sheath inserted in the middle of the two, the upper end of the scabbard was engraved with the word "Wushuang" in Qin Wen, and the hilt and scabbard were dark red, reflecting the starlight and shining like blood.

"It is the natal divine weapon that you are about to refine. ”

Chen Huan heard this, a trace of joy flashed in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes, and he followed all the way to speculate in his heart but never thought that it would be so fast, he flicked his sleeves, and this divine sword appeared out of thin air and was inserted on the grass.

I don't know what kind of means such an adult has used, so miraculous, but now is not the time to take care of so much, the road of military cultivation is in front of you.

When his heart was surging, his body trembled slightly, and his fate made people turn a thousand times, if he had met this adult earlier, would his family and lover be spared.

It's just that the world doesn't talk about ifs, only look at cause and effect, Chen Huan was killed and his fiancée was taken captive, and he was trapped in a bandit village and was dying.

"This sword is from Xu Hongshou of the Huangsha Martial Academy, if you refine it, you will be involved in great cause and effect. "A lot of words can be said to the end, Chen Huan is not a stupid person.

This sentence was enough for him to think of many things, although he had never heard the name Xu Hongfei, but the four words of Huangsha Wuyuan were not unfamiliar at all.

In the eleven realms of Huaxia, there were originally countless families of various sects, and the forces of the rivers and lakes jointly checked and balanced the military, and some people even tried to misrepresent and take advantage of the emptiness in the rear to make trouble when the demon clan invaded.

The emperor suffered from the military being constrained by the forces of the rivers and lakes, unable to resist the invasion of the demons with all his might, a thousand years ago, a generation of ghosts and heroes gathered in the sea of wind and clouds and clouds were born, and in just 20 years, the generals sat in the gate of heaven, and a strategy was dedicated to the current emperor, and the emperor was greatly happy.

So far, the 11th Dao College of China has been established, the monks have been opened, and the children of the poor have been widely accepted.

Decades later, the disciples of the various Taoist academies graduated and joined the military again, fighting against the demons while constantly squeezing the living space of the Jianghu forces and seizing the soil for their survival.

How did this sword come about, Chen Huan didn't know the specific situation, but in short, it was not coming from the right way, if he refined it, he would inevitably have a cause and effect with the Huangsha Martial Academy.

A martial academy and the military coexist, offending the martial academy is equivalent to offending 90% of the monks, before officially stepping on the path of cultivation, this powerful opponent appeared in the distance.

However, since it is going to become the sword in his hand, it is inevitable to overcome obstacles, and adults can hand over this sword to themselves without fear of the consequences, and a person who has died once will not be afraid.

This sword, Chen Huan was very happy in his heart. Chen Huan looked at the three-foot Qingfeng standing on the ground, and his tone was slow and loud.

"Hahahaha" A hearty laugh sounded, and Wu Xiu got up and grabbed the peerless sword.

"I really didn't misunderstand you, in the future, you have to keep up with my pace. Wu Xiu said angrily, and stretched out his right arm holding the divine sword.

The latter stretched out his hands and looked pilgrimage, the divine sword in his hand was a little cold, and the blood light became more and more vigorous, and began to vibrate in Chen Huan's hands.

The unreal feeling dissipated the moment he held the hilt of the sword, and in his mind, countless villains resurfaced, and one move and one style was like performing the underworld killing.

It's just that he still can't see clearly, just like a white horse passing through a gap, his heart is surging with sleepiness, his eyes are about to close subconsciously, Chen Huan bites his tongue fiercely, and the blood flows out of his mouth, sweet and fishy.

Those villains reappeared, and those scenes were clear after all, but they didn't seem to have eyes, no, it wasn't that they didn't have eyes, but a layer of black fog blinded their eyes.

All the villains who evolved their sword skills quickly changed and converged into a human form, similar in appearance to their own nine points, but their eyes were still shrouded in black mist.

Wu Xiu looked at Chen Huan in front of him, his body was covered with black gas, and his eyes were shrouded in black mist.

The divine sword is unsheathed, the long blade is magnificent, and between the continuous trembling, the power of death has covered the bright red sword body, as if to suppress the sword, and the sword soul is not to be outdone.

The sword body lit up red, and in a few breaths, black and red continued to alternate, on par.

It is worthy of being a divine sword, but it is not suppressed by the power of death, Wu Xiu sighed, and a stream of blue and black sword qi swirled out of his right arm, joining forces with the power of death to completely suppress the sword soul of the peerless divine sword.

Chen Huan's eyes were covered with black mist, his momentum continued to rise, and with a sword slashing out, the plain was like a dragon surging on the ground, cutting through the ravine for more than ten feet, and beside the ravine, the plants that were swept by the sword qi turned into flying ashes.

Tsk, as expected, that sword was cut off from vitality and spiritual power, so terrifying, and the power of death had something in common with the Shattered Netherworld Sword Technique in some ways.

After the black fog in front of Chen Huan's eyes faded, his face was pale for a while, without half a trace of blood, and his whole body was on the ground with his sword out of strength.

"My lord, what's wrong with me?" Chen Huan said weakly.

Wu Xiu looked at him, not like he was pretending, the Shattered Netherworld Sword Technique would still affect his sanity to this day, and explained, "This sword, the sword soul is unwilling to be controlled by you, and the two forces in your body directly suppress it temporarily. ”

"By the way, the sword you just used should be the Netherworld Shattering Sword Technique, right?" Wu Xiu asked, but he had an answer in his heart.

"A sword flying ashes?" Chen Huan was very depressed, and the person in his mind just now used this formula.

Wu Xiu was a little embarrassed when he heard this, a sword flew ashes, the name was really very appropriate, if this style was practiced to the fullest, I am afraid that the sword qi would really be full of flying ashes.

"Take advantage of the two forces in your body to suppress the sword soul, take this opportunity to train it as a life sword in one fell swoop, and completely embark on the road of military cultivation. Wu Xiu was a little excited in his heart, the military cultivation that shocked the gods and demons ten thousand years ago came back to the world, and I don't know what changes it will bring.

Chen Huan sat cross-legged on the ground again, concentrating, the road pointed out by the person in front of him began, the divine sword suspended in the air seemed to be unwilling, and Chen Huan's body was gradually covered with a layer of dead black air.

According to the method of military cultivation, the sword is raised with blood, and the sword is hidden by himself, and that begins, and the suspended divine sword is unsheathed by itself.

The long hair behind him fluttered in the wind, and he stretched out his palm and slashed it with the blade of the sword, dripping blood into the sheath, ninety-nine drops of essence blood, no more than no drop, no less, and established a channel for communicating with the sword.

At thirty drops, his face was pale and colorless for a while, the sixty-sixth drop of essence blood slipped into the scabbard, and his figure was crumbling, and the ninetieth drop, the black qi on his body gradually dissipated, and ninety-seven drops, his face was hideous, he gritted his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue, and blood oozed and flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ninety-nine drops, his body seemed to have no more life, the sky and the earth were dim, the sun and the moon were dim, and he could no longer support it......

ps: I don't eat or drink, I want to collect and I want to recommend tickets!