The wind blew everyone's eyes.

At the moment when the huge box exploded, along with the scattered and cracked sawdust, the wind passed through the country and swept the heavens and the earth.

Just when Zhu Luan was silently shouting.

The thing that had been sleeping in the darkness heard the call of its true owner.

Then, it woke up.

The next moment, dark clouds obscured the scorching sun, and darkness shrouded the world.

The sudden black is followed by the sudden white.

All those who were stimulated by the intense exchange of day and night could not open their eyes, and after the light that bloomed in an instant, only a few people barely opened their eyes that stimulated tears.

Duan Lizheng opened his eyes that were burned red, and then in the white light in the sky, he saw that unforgettable scene.

The boy tried his best, and he didn't care about the bleeding from the corners of his eyes, and opened his eyes a little bigger, a little bigger.

Then he saw it.

It was as bright as the girl's eyes.

Jiao divides the shadow, and the goose forgets to return.

In the dazzling white light, even a cultivator in the middle stage of the ascension could only see a hazy sword shape.

I can't quite see what shape it is.

But in the eyes of the young man, the sword emitted a light in mid-air that was enough to intoxicate everyone in the world.

This is the one who shook the heavens and the earth in the war of the four gods, and countless people fought for it throughout the ages, and the lifelong obsession of the old pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion made the legend of a princess.

Hidden Sword, Shadow.

It's really so beautiful.

Duan Lizheng looked at the light in the air and couldn't take his eyes off, and under that faint light, there was a more beautiful figure.

The girl who was bruised and bruised on the high platform slowly stood up.

She stood up, raised her head, looked up at the sky, and held out her hand.

Like the soul of a weapon that has been wandering in the flames of war for a hundred years, it has found the light in front of it.

Under the faint light, the figure of the girl was still there.

She rightfully held out her hand.

And the next moment.

Radiant and prosperous.

The burst of light fell like a meteor on a high platform.

Like lightning on the ground, a thunderbolt struck the platform!

In the midst of the loud explosion, the girl's expression was extremely calm.

Zhu Luan stretched out her hand and held her sword, which had returned with her return after eleven years of becoming a person of no return.

She took a quiet breath and said to it in her heart.

"Welcome back."

In the earth-shattering explosion, people were enlightened, like a basin of ice water splashing from the sky, and in the bright light, everyone looked at the scene like a dream in shock.

"How is this possible?"

How can it be?

That's impossible.

But that's how it happened.

Du Haoqian stood up in distraction, looking at the high platform in the distance, and didn't even blink his eyes.

The moment the box flew out, he didn't even feel any warning.

Looking at such a shocking scene, this soldier had only one thought in his heart at this time.

Hidden Sword Chengying originally looked like this?

He knew that his idea was very inappropriate, and now he should investigate why the Hidden Sword suddenly flew out, but he just couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

As a practitioner, his blood was burning.

This is a hidden sword!

This is a hidden sword.

Countless shouts were born from the extreme silence, trembling to the point of tears.

No matter what the situation is to reproduce the human world, it is a unique emotion for the practitioner.

Don't blame Du Haoqian for not seeing the world, you must know that the hidden sword is really not something that everyone can see.

Even when he fought with Princess Yingluan, who had already reached the end of the year, he didn't see the hidden sword Chengying.

Because he is not qualified.

Princess Yingluan picked him down with only an iron sword in the army.

Even though he was given the Hidden Sword after the age of fifteen, in the impression of more people, the Hidden Sword Chengying was more like the decoration on Princess Yingluan's waist.

According to rumors in the palace, Princess Yingluan used the hidden sword much earlier than the age of fifteen, and she had secretly used it before the age of fifteen, and was severely punished by Emperor Chengzong for this reason.

This matter is not examinable, but in this world, there are too few people who have seen Princess Yingluan holding the hidden sword and taking action.

So little that when one saw the girl grasp the only clear hilt of the sword and hold it high, one felt like she was dreaming.

But this is not a dream after all, such a shocking fact, the girl did not give people time to react at all.

People don't even have time to guess.

Zhu Luan's hand had already moved.

Dangerous and abnormal, born to kill.

This is the sword.

Swords were never meant to be decorative.

A terrible and crazy crash sounded, and the wide-eyed people under the high stage covered their ears!

The existence of the Chengying Sword was too magical, and Xu Fengniang under the high stage opened her eyes wide. Legend has it that when the shadow of the hidden sword slashes through a person's body, it does not make any sound.

And the Hidden Sword Chengying made a sound, only when it collided with the same divine weapon!

The bright and dazzling light erupted in front of people's eyes again, I don't know if it was an illusion, the audience standing in the front row rubbed their eyes desperately, the sword with a vague shape, in the girl's hand, seemed to be dyed with the color of red lotus.

And on the high platform that seemed to be burning, the man's eyes were filled with mist.

The explosion sound rose again, a huge amount of smoke and dust rose up, and in the dust, two figures appeared, and the two people on the high platform bounced away in opposite directions!

The third trick.

Duan Lizheng's eyes widened.

After the brilliant second move, that person's third move was so short.

It is as short as the morning dew, but when you can't see it, it kills your heart.

For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

At that moment, Monk Xuezhai's pupils shrank.

Actually.

So.

In the sword just now, she took Song Huaizhu's mercy knife.

Caught it.

With an almost treacherous sword path, he caught the knife technique of the mercy knife with a hundred turns and thousands of turns.

How much is that......

Monk Xuezhai knew that he couldn't be surprised, but this woman's swordsmanship was too treacherous, and even made him faintly uneasy.

What the hell is this......

In the face of such a tricky woman, how will the senior brother ......

The next moment, Song Huaizhu turned around and looked at him, and Monk Xuezhai's heart jumped for another reason.

No...... No......

The next moment, Song Huaizhu changed the way he held the knife.

The next moment, he raised his knife.

But it's not like a knife.

The snowy sword light, the graceful knife light stabbed everyone's eyes, and the young man was in his prime, like the glory of the prosperous era.

This is......

"Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Strategy!"

Someone screamed.

Why does he also have the Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Strategy? This question is no longer important at this point.

Because the next moment, that supreme glory is shrouded in darkness.

Like a black shadow, the god is not above the sword light.

Everything, the scattered brilliance, the sword qi, the sword momentum, everything, all turned into nothing.

The sky burned to ashes, and the stars burned like dust.

The world is quiet.

Everyone was captivated by this treacherous swordsmanship.

However, at this time, the Xiliang Sword Saint beside Empress Sima suddenly stood up.

In the eyes of the old man, fierce emotions surrounded him like a storm.

Then, with his wrinkled lips, he muttered.

Said the name.

"Ghost Sword."