"Brother Xu, what kind of thing is your true spirit? Meng Liang helped Xu Han, who had a weak breath, and strode towards the direction of Tiance Mansion, but he didn't forget to ask.

"It was the sword qi of the Heavenly Punishment Sword that entered my body and was already a thing that was refined from spiritual consciousness, and it was difficult for me to tell what this true spirit was. Xu Han said with a pale face, but his brows furrowed deeply.

He is connected to that Shura by blood. Naturally, you can really feel that Shura has been killed by those two powerhouses who have left the earthly realm. But at the same time, Nashura, as a true spirit, will not completely die out because of this, and the violent movement of the blood element in his body at this moment is a good illustration of this. He didn't know if such a change would bring some kind of change to the Heavenly Punishment Sword, and he was faintly worried about this.

"Hurry up, the Xingtian Sword is in Ziyu's hands, I'm afraid something will change. He said.

"Hmm. Meng Liang was concerned about Fang Ziyu, and when he heard Xu Han's words, his face naturally changed. He nodded heavily, and said no more. And the speed of leaving with Xu Han was obviously a few points faster.

Meng Liang's heart was also filled with many questions. For example, why is the Xingtian Sword of Canghai Flowing in Xu Han's hands? For example, what is the relationship between Xu Han and Canghai Current, and what is the relationship between Xu Han and Canghai Flowing and the Sword Tomb of the Southern Wilderness? But these are not worth mentioning to Meng Liang in the face of Fang Ziyu's safety.

"This way!"

"Front right. ”

......

Xu Han commanded Meng Liang with a pale expression, and the two walked on the quiet streets of Chang'an for about a quarter of an hour, and there were no pursuers in the rear.

Xu Han secretly thought, maybe killing that Shura True Spirit, those two powerhouses who left the Dust Realm also paid a lot of price, which made him feel a little at ease. But before confirming Fang Ziyu's safety, he still didn't dare to relax. At this moment, he was actually extremely weak, and the defeat of Scarlet Shura had a great impact on his mind, and she relied on an amazing perseverance to hold herself out from fainting.

It's about the past of a hundred breaths.

Zheng!

A high-pitched sword roar suddenly sounded from the depths of the alley, and then a cold aura rippled out.

Xu Han and Meng Liang glanced at each other.

It's over there!

Such thoughts came to their minds almost at the same time.

Without any hesitation, Meng Liang's speed increased by a few points again.

As they walked briskly to the mouth of the alley, they were greeted by a scarlet sword whizzing out, aiming at the eyebrows of a young girl sitting on the ground. Not far away, there was a dry corpse lying on the ground.

"Ziyu!" When he saw the girl's appearance clearly, Meng Liang let out an exclamation and was about to step forward.

But after all, he was extremely seriously injured, and because he was worried about Fang Ziyu's situation, he forcibly mobilized Zhenyuan along the way, regardless of the aggravation of his injuries. At this moment, seeing that Fang Ziyu was in danger, although he had the heart to come to the rescue, but this party had just mobilized the true yuan in his body, and there was a sharp pain in his internal organs, and his body froze in place for a while. But the blood-colored long sword that roared away did not wait for him, he still stubbornly moved forward, and in this short moment, he had already come to a place less than half an inch away from Fang Ziyu's eyebrows.

Seeing that the tragedy of the death of the incense and jade was about to happen, Xu Han, who was supported by Meng Liang, suddenly stretched out his hand at that time, his five fingers opened, and a scarlet light lit up in his eyes.

The whizzing sword seemed to feel something, and its speed slowed abruptly, and then gradually came to a standstill, its body trembling as if it were resisting something. The sound of the sword rippled from the body of the sword, mournful and long, like the most terrifying ghost in the world, before it was sealed, the helpless wail of the ghost.

After all, the Xingtian Sword still couldn't resist Xu Han's will, and after a breath or two that seemed to be short, but in fact it was extremely long for both Xu Han and Xingtian Sword, the blood light on the long sword was finally extinguished.

Bang dang.

Then, with a crisp sound, the fierce divine sword fell to the ground like mortal iron at this moment.

Seeing that Fang Ziyu was out of danger, Meng Liang didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. Xu Han, who was supported by him, tilted his head at that time and finally passed out.

In the uninhabited alleys of Chang'an City, Fang Ziyu and Meng Liang looked at the dried corpse on the ground, and then at the Xingtian Sword lying silently on the ground, and looked at each other for a long time.

......

Winter turns to spring, and the ice and snow melt.

North of Great Zhou, east of Great Xia, and west of Chen.

At the foot of Yaqi Mountain, everything recovers, and spring is high.

Ning Zhumang looked at the swordsman sitting quietly at the foot of the mountain, his brows furrowed.

He had been here with the swordsman for a few months, and the swordsman said that he would wait for his apprentice, and Ning Zhumang would wait with him. The swordsman wanted to teach his apprentice what he had learned in his life, Ning Zhumang, in line with the attitude of asking for others, and the idea of waiting for boredom and wanting to do something, he not only waited for the swordsman to teach what he had learned, but even simply taught his Linglong Pavilion's "Thousand Words Sword Dictionary" to the young man.

This swordsman is a rare sword master in this world, and although Ning Zhumang's sword cultivation is not outstanding, as the head of Linglong Pavilion, he knows how profound the sword path contained in the "Thousand Words Sword Dictionary" is. In just one or two months, the young man not only learned the swordsman's sword skills thoroughly, but also had a deep understanding of the "Thousand Words Sword Dictionary".

Although due to the limitations of cultivation, many sword techniques and sword techniques cannot be displayed at will. But as long as time passed, once his cultivation reached that level, Ning Zhumang believed that the sword path or sword path cultivation that this young man could show was enough to be proud of all his peers in the world.

Ning Zhumang was not only impressed, but also quite happy.

He didn't just teach the boy kendo on a whim. He felt a powerful sword intent from the young man's saber, and that sword intent was not possessed even by Si Bai, who was an immortal. A sword that has been inherited for thousands of years contains such a majestic sword intent, so it is conceivable how powerful this sword was at that time when the former owner of this sword was. Let's put these aside, as far as the talent shown by this young man is concerned, when the young man becomes a great cultivator one day, even if this young man just remembers the bits and pieces of today's good fate, for the Linglong Pavilion that is now falling apart, it may also be a trace of vitality, and it is not known.

Of course, all of this was just the last contribution he could make to the sect as the head of the Linglong Pavilion, and what really bothered him now was what this swordsman was waiting for?

"I said, when can we go up the mountain?" Ning Zhumang finally couldn't help but ask again after looking at the swordsman who was sitting quietly for a long time.

It seemed that he had expected him to ask this, and a smile suddenly appeared on the face of the swordsman Gu Bo at that moment, he raised his head, looked at Ning Zhumang and said, "Wait a little longer." ”

"What are you waiting for?" Ning Zhumang frowned, his patience had almost been exhausted in the months of waiting.

The swordsman thought for a moment and was about to say something, but before he could say anything, he seemed to sense something, and his head suddenly lifted up and looked at the sky.

Ning Zhumang also looked up, and a figure there was like a streamer flying towards this direction.

Although the person had not yet arrived, the sword intent emanating from his body had already roared, even if he was thousands of feet away, Ning Zhumang could feel the majesty of that sword intent.

Ning Zhumang's face changed, and when he was secretly thinking about which power in this world could inspire such a majestic sword intent, the swordsman who was sitting quietly suddenly stood up.

And the voice of the swordsman also sounded in Ning Zhumang's ears at that time.

"Wait for a sword. ”

Hot book recommendation: The new work of the catty god ", the new book of the god of forgetting, the new book of Chen Fengxiao, the new book of the god of taste