I hold the Broken Army in my hand, and the nine-foot demon shadow stands in this space.

This is an underground space, and the Wentian dagger flew into the air in a hurry, directly breaking through the mountain and escaping outside.

And those resentful swords that pierced the mountain from all directions were disturbed and shattered.

The ground was full of gold dust and iron slag, and it was desolate.

In front of my eyes, the twenty-four beautiful sword spirits merged into a pure white jade-like flawless peak artifact.

The sword body is more than four feet long, two inches and three points wide, and the shape is extremely beautiful. The brilliance flows, and the sword intent is full.

It has the atmosphere of the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword, but also does not lose the exquisite elegance of the Shadow Sword. It is not the best sword in the sword, the only supreme sword in the world.

Except for the immortal swords of the gods of the heavenly realm, there is no such sword in the human world.

All spiritual consciousness was erased, and naturally it was impossible to generate half of the sword qi power. But I know that this sword is the pinnacle of the world's masterpieces, and its own power cannot be compared to even the seven famous swords.

However, because the spiritual consciousness does not exist, no matter how powerful it is, it will eventually be a dead thing.

And to wait for it to open the spiritual sense, I am afraid that it will not be able to do it without ten thousand years of work. This sword is too strong, and the difficulty of opening the spiritual sense is no less than obtaining the immortal fate in the human world and flying to the heavenly realm.

The Broken Army Peerless came out of my hands, and the light and shadow changed and turned into Xie Ling's appearance again.

With an excited face, she walked towards the divine sword formed by the fusion of twenty-four beautiful sword spirits, and pulled it out with one hand, her eyes flashing with joy.

"Hahahaha......" Xie Ling looked up to the sky and laughed, extremely proud.

In the end, even tears burst into laughter, and I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth when I saw it.

"Your Excellency, have you laughed enough?"

"Zhiqiu, this stupid guy who asked the sky laughed at me to death."

Xie Ling said, if Wentian issued an order in advance to force the twenty-four beauties to unite with their swords and spirits, this newly born peak artifact would be summoned back and turn to attack me, in this case, I would only have one way to die.

Now, the twenty-four beautiful sword spirits are in the sense of risk avoidance and automatically unite, and all of this peak artifact spiritual sense has been erased and turned into a harmless ownerless thing for humans and animals.

"Fool, why don't you come and confess the Lord with blood, you can choose another name for it, and recognize you as the Lord for the rest of your life."

Ever since my Cold Iron Essence Golden Sword was destroyed, I no longer have a blade in my hand, and I have to rely on Xie Ling's own strength to fight with the heavens.

For a person who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, the allure of a peerless sword cannot be resisted.

Looking at the pinnacle divine sword in front of me, which was as pure as white as jade, I felt like I was dreaming in my heart.

Burdened with a curse of the gods, I never thought I would have such good luck.

Xie Ling smiled and handed me the hilt of the sword upside down, and after holding the hilt, my hand trembled slightly.

"Fool, dripping blood to confess the Lord." Xie Ling urged me.

I bit my middle finger and slid slowly down the blade......

The sword body burst into flames, the light was dazzling, and the entire dim space was lit up by the sword light.

When the light was gone, the sword and I developed a sense of intimacy, although it was not as close as being connected to Xie Ling's bloodline, but I also paid attention to it.

At this moment, I experienced the feeling of a Taoist priest in my previous life when he first encountered a broken army.

It was a heartfelt love and cherishment.

In this life, people do not only have emotions with people, but also have many things they love.

For example, antiques, cultural toys, and monuments.

There are those who lose their minds with playthings, and there are also those who send affection with things.

"Silly apprentice, what are you going to name it?" Xie Ling asked me.

"Do the twenty-four beautiful sword spirits have names?" I asked.

Speaking of this, I remembered the materials of the twenty-four beautiful sword spirits, and now they have been erased and turned into dead things, in a sense, they can be regarded as a thin life, and the fragrance is lost.

It's a bit of a pity.

"They are the lowest-level sword spirits, how can they have names, but they are numbered, sword one, sword two, and so on to sword twenty-four. Hmph, don't you think they're ecstatic? Miss them, huh? Xie Ling wrinkled his nose cutely.

I couldn't help but take her in my arms and kiss her forehead.

I kissed for a long time, until my lips were dry, and I didn't part until the smell of rust gushed out of my mouth because of the intense movement.

Xie Ling's two jade lips were slightly swollen, and they became more and more delicate.

Ecstasy, love and love.

"Do you have a name in mind?" Xie Ling asked with a glare.

I touched her head and whispered in her ear, "How is the Lingshuang Sword?" ”

Xie Ling.

Such as frost.

The sword body is pure white as jade, delicate and elegant, which secretly matches the rhyme of the two goddesses, and completely fits the love relationship between me and the two women for three thousand years.

"Haha, okay, it's called Lingshuang Sword. The fox must be very happy to know it, by the way, how are you and the fox now, I'm by my side, are you two happy at night? Maybe they won't rest during the day. ”

"I'll tell you in detail when we get out, where Ou Yezi is imprisoned, let's go rescue him and say goodbye." I said.

I have a lot of things I want to talk to Xie Ling, about Rushuang, about my life experience, about Yan Qi, about Wushuang City, about the ancient flood famine, about the end of the law era, about Kunlun Cave Heaven......

She doesn't know anything, but I'm not going to say it right now.

It is not yet known whether Rushuang can get out of trouble, and saying it will only anger Xie Ling.

Xie Ling and I returned to the main hall, followed the side door next to the dragon chair, entered the courtyard of the harem, and finally stopped in front of a secret room passage.

The door of the secret room was closed, and the broken dragon stone weighing 10,000 catties trapped it to death.

"The key was hidden by that slut who asked the sky, but with your current sword qi, as long as you try the Nine Swords Burst again, you will definitely be able to break it." Xie Ling said.

At that moment, I did not hesitate to immediately start interpreting the Six Yin Yang Sword.

Nine swords came out together, and the Broken Dragon Stone shattered.

We walked into the dark, damp underground passage, zigzagged along the terrain, all the way down, and finally came to a dark underground cavern.

On a stone wall, a shirtless old man was bound in a dark iron chain as thick as a child's arm.

The old man was thin, and his sallow skin was covered with horrible scars. However, despite the devastation, the old man's eyes were still bright and calm.

This is a man who has lived outside the laws of heaven and earth and has been secretly born in the sword mound for more than 2,000 years.

Ten Thousand Swords Patriarch.

The seven world-famous swords under his name have been certified to ascend to the heavenly realm, beyond the control of the gods and into the Big Dipper Star Palace.

However, despite this, he was still not satisfied, and spent endless years pondering, intending to break through his own shackles and add another magic weapon to the world.

There is no doubt that this is a man worthy of respect.

But I could feel from him that the life was going badly, and Shou Yuan seemed to have reached the limit.

Ou Yezi saw a smile on the corner of our mouth, and the wrinkles on our face became even more profound.

I raised my hand and cut off the blackiron chains that had imprisoned him, and Xie Ling helped him to his feet.

When I made a move, Ou Yezi stared at the Lingshuang Sword in my hand and let out a long sigh.

"Alas, the face is thin, and the incense soul dissipates. I shouldn't have forged these twenty-four swords in the first place. The sword is a soldier of slaughter, ruthless to the extreme. The old man was moved by the idea of casting a red face sword. I wanted to leave a sentient sword for the world, but I couldn't think of it and still couldn't break my fate. Ou Yezi said with emotion.

Xie Ling and I listened in silence.

She said before that the twenty-four beautiful sword spirits had no names, and it turned out that they had a unified name called Hongyan Sword.

The sword is ruthless, but the man is merciful.

The hero is furious.

The Hongyan Sword is a sword of affection.

It's just that now all their spiritual consciousness has been erased, and they have become dead creatures who only know how to kill.

"Senpai, I'm sorry." I was ashamed in my heart and said heavily.

"It's no wonder to you, the old man only hopes that you can treat this sword well in the future, unless you have to, you can't use this to kill in vain." Ou Yezi said.

"Zhiqiu strictly follows the teachings of his predecessors."

We helped Ou Yezi back to the ground and walked back to the Imperial Hall of the Sword Dynasty.

Standing in the main hall, looking at the wreckage on the ground outside, Ou Yezi burst into tears.

In a big battle with Wentian, the golden puppet guards turned into gold dust and iron slag, and all the thousands of years of hard work were destroyed, including the murderous weapons imprisoned here with grievances outside.

It is estimated that all that remains in the sword mound are the bare swords that hang on the stone walls forged by the rock golems.

Xie Ling and I want to help Ou Yezi towards the dragon chair, the Sword Dynasty was built by him, and this dragon chair throne also belongs to Ou Yezi.

"My longevity is exhausted, and if I want to wear the crown, I must bear its weight, and now I can't control the Sword Dynasty. So, I want to pass on the throne to you, and today you will take over my legacy and be crowned king. Ou Yezi looked at Xie Ling and said seriously.

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