Above Zhao Shenbi's heart lake, a cyan Dao lotus slowly rotated, exuding an intoxicating light, and wisps of cyan air continued to gush out from the lotus, merging into its divine soul.

His shattered, seriously injured soul gradually began to have a glimmer of brilliance at this moment under the continuous integration of this green qi, as if after passing through the endless darkness, he slowly opened his eyes.

It's just that the damage to his soul is too serious, almost like a fragment, and there is a faint sense of mutilation, even with the protection of this green lotus, it is still very difficult and slow to recover.

Above the Dao Lotus, the lotus seed that was crystal clear and as pure as glass trembled slightly, broke away from the lotus flower on its own, and melted into a pure and flawless air flow, like a gentle water wave, gently flowing above Zhao Shenbi's soul, blending into those broken and broken places, and mending and nourishing his broken soul bit by bit.

A sense of comfort from the soul continued to rise, and Zhao Shenbi felt that his consciousness was as if it was gently wrapped in a cyan cocoon, and he was in the center of the big cocoon, constantly reviving and growing.

The broken and shattered divine soul began to heal and become complete at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.

In the darkness, there was a feeling of warmth and peace of mind, which actually made Zhao Shenbi fall asleep, as if he was in a distant dream.

Around the small tower, within a radius of ten miles, there was silence, and the weak black light emitted by the small black tower was gently shrouded, protecting the four people who were meditating cross-legged.

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At the same time, Li Yujue, Sima Kong, Jin Yan and Shan Yun were in a sword mound, and endless flying swords were suspended in all directions, in the sky and on the ground, which was terrifying.

It's just that these flying swords are like dead things, without the slightest fluctuation or movement, and even the sword body is already extremely dim and dilapidated, obviously having lost its spirituality and shattered the sword body.

On the cyan ground, there were countless broken swords, some of which had even turned into fragments, leaving only a worn-out hilt still on the ground, exuding a strong sword aura and killing intent.

Next to the broken sword, there was a corpse that turned into white bones, sitting cross-legged, with a tall body, like a sword qi rising into the sky, sitting on the ground and dying, dying without falling.

It's just that on this dry bone, in addition to the still strong sword intent, which is still spraying in the sword mound here, there is also a thick unwillingness, anger, hatred and resentment.

The eyes are full of gloom, and the feeling is extremely sad.

The sword cultivation in the world is the most domineering, but the sword cultivation in the world is also the most admirable, the sword can be broken and the spirit can be dispersed, and the body can be killed, but the sword intent is not dispersed, and the sword path lasts forever.

Wisps of extremely mysterious insights rose from Li Yujue's heart, and traces of the Tao continued to manifest clearly from the sword mound, which was embodied as an extremely strong sword qi, which was integrated into Li Yujue's mind.

I'd rather hold a long sword and die of blood than go to the fly camp to work as a dog.

Suddenly, Li Yujue and this remnant sword in the sky actually gave birth to a wonderful connection and feeling, and his mind entered a wonderful state, completely forgetting himself, the world, time, and life and death.

It was as if there was only one sword in the hand in heaven and on earth.

At this moment, when the four of them stepped on this sword mound, thousands of flying swords, whether intact or broken, all rose into the sky, the sword light was brilliant, and the sword intent surged like a sea tide, continuously pressing towards everyone.

Sima Kong, Jin Yan, and Shan Yun suddenly felt that their bodies and souls were going to be shattered under this extremely sharp sword intent, and they hurriedly retreated ten zhang away before they slowly stood still, urging their spiritual power to protect their minds, and their faces looked like they were facing a great enemy.

Only Li Yujue was alone and had a sword, not retreating a step, his red hair was hunting and flying in the rolling sword qi, and he slowly pulled out the long sword with a red body from his back.

Just draw your sword.

Extremely rigid and fierce, rather than bending.

This thousand swords seemed to have moved their true anger, and they actually converged into a heavenly giant sword with a size of dozens of zhang, and the violent sword qi cut vertically and horizontally, and even the air continued to emit a painful roar.

Li Yujue's mind at this moment, in his pupils, only the terrifying giant sword remained, from the sky above his head, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, and slashed down with a sword!

A body of sword intent condensed to the extreme, like a ray of morning light, about to pierce the thick boundless darkness.

The psychic sword body was revealed at the moment, and it merged with the long sword in his hand, turning into a crimson sword shadow that seemed so small compared to the huge flying sword, like a mayfly shaking a tree, from top to bottom, slashing away with a sword.

People in the world only laugh at mayflies shaking the tree, how self-defeating, but who can understand how determined and courageous it is to do it even though it is impossible to do it.

It's just a sword!

The two sword shadows suddenly accelerated in the air, and they collided with each other in an instant.

However, there was no imaginary explosion and roar, and there was no sword qi surging vertically and horizontally, and there was not even the slightest fluctuation at all.

The thousand swords in the air were all scattered at this moment, and the tip of the sword was lightly tapped, as if nodding in approval.

A thousand flying swords, split into two, suspended on both sides, leaving only a path in the middle, leading to the depths of the hall, where the sword air flow through the space.

On the road, the sword aura was pervasive, cutting vertically and horizontally like a sharp blade, making it impossible for people to get close, and even more shocked Jin Yan and the three of them in the distance, they were terrified and did not dare to approach in the slightest.

Only when Li Yujue stepped on this road, the sword qi in the sky was as warm as a spring breeze, and with a kind of relief like an elder, he gently stroked her hair and the tip of the sword.

A Thousand Swords Protector!

However, Li Yujue was already unconscious at the moment, and his eyes were even more misty, as if he had been inspired, and he unswervingly walked towards the depths of the hall.

In the depths of the main hall, under the giant sword, there was a slender female figure, bowing her head and closing her eyes, her face was cold, as if she was half asleep, but her whole body was up and down, but there was not the slightest vitality and fluctuation.

In an instant, the woman suddenly opened her eyes, a trace of brilliance continued to flow and converge in her pupils, and there was even a sky-high sword aura that did not let her eyebrows rise from the ground.

The giant sword trembled, like a resonance, and within the secret space, a trace of terrifying cracks suddenly appeared, spreading above the canopy.

In Li Yujue's heart lake, a clear and sharp woman's voice suddenly sounded, "Why draw your sword?"

This voice continued to resound between the heart lakes, echoing continuously, and even faintly formed a storm of sword intent, roaring and circulating, pointing directly at the heart of its avenue.

At this moment, Li Yujue was completely unaware that he had entered a mysterious realm of enlightenment, and the woman's question directly asked the original heart of the Great Dao, wanting to directly help him condense the sword heart.

It's just that this process is extremely dangerous, because Li Yujue is now only a successful cultivator in the Kaifu realm, and it is still too early to touch the mysterious and mysterious avenue, if there is the slightest hesitation and loss in his heart at this moment, under the pressure of this avenue, the sword heart will inevitably be broken, and the cultivation will regress in an instant, and he will stop here for life.

It is not only a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but also a tribulation that will never be recovered.

In the heart lake, only the sentence "why draw the sword" is constantly echoing, deafening.

However, Li Yujue stood still in front of the woman, facing the coercion like an abyss, but he did not have the slightest intention of retreating, but asked with a light smile: "Why draw your sword?"

"Just draw your sword!"

As soon as these words came out, the sword qi roared, and behind the slender and weak red figure, a giant sword that reached the sky also rose, as if it was going to tear open this space and go straight into the nine heavens.

Although the aura of this giant sword is weak, it exudes a sword realm that is not weaker than that cold woman, just like Huang Zhong Dalu, deafening.

When the cold woman heard this, her expression was stunned, and her face was like a 10,000-year-old ice-like look, and in an instant, it seemed that the spring breeze was blowing, and the ice and snow melted, and a trace of laughter actually appeared.

In those cold eyes, there was a warm color, and tears poured down in an instant.

"In my life, I have been cultivating for more than 2,800 years, and I have countless disciples, and I have asked countless questions why he drew his sword. ”

The woman's voice was sad and intense.

"Some people want to sweep away the injustice in the world, some people want to be happy in their hearts, some people want to control the way of killing, some people want to fly to the upper realm for the sake of fighting swords, just to come and go, until they are harmed by others, and the way of death disappears in this secret realm, and they still can't hear the answer I want. ”

The woman looked at Li Yujue, her eyebrows trembled, and she wanted to cry.

"Today, I finally got it. ”

"Since we are sword cultivators, do we need any reason to pull out the sword in our hands?"

"Just draw your sword!"

Behind the two women, the two heavenly sword shadows suddenly trembled violently at this moment.

One after another, the aura detached from the big sword behind the cold woman and poured into the sword intent spirit body behind Li Yujue.

And the giant sword behind it also turned into ashes in an instant, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The woman smiled with tears, and her cold and beautiful face gradually turned into ashes, and just as it was about to completely dissipate, her jade hand waved, and an illusory and exquisite little sword swept out of the center of her eyebrows and hung in front of Li Yujue.

"I will give you an innate sword embryo, the sword name is Yugang, to be used to refine the natal flying sword after stepping into the realm of manifestation. I wait for the sword cultivation, there is no distraction, and I don't need other external assistance, now that your sword heart has been completed, then I have nothing to give you. ”

"And my name doesn't need to be told to anyone. ”

"I only hope that you can accept my sword intent, ascend to the Nine Heavens with your sword, and tell the world's ten thousand cultivators, in this vast world, there are still female sword immortals!"

Li Yujue immediately bent down and clenched his fists, leaning over.

And behind him, a thousand swords trembled, as if meeting a good master.