There was a flame burning in Lin Sheng's eyes, and his weird, gloomy, chapped lips were clenched tightly, and his upper and lower teeth were fiercely resisted. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info his small and slender life, neither humble nor silent, as if he was just waiting for this life-and-death duel with a huge disparity in strength.

The long sword was cold and had a strange touch, and the next moment it emitted a silvery light all over its body.

The faint cold light, from the hilt to the tail of the sword, gradually decreased, and finally converged in the sword body. It's like a bright red python, like the anger of Lin Sheng.

Although no one could see Lin Sheng's expression clearly, there was no one in the surrounding area who did not smell the killing intent of this cautious person. The killing intent seemed to never fall to the dust, diffusing from between the two figures, and then quietly suspended in the air, choking, terrifying.

The precept group was stumbling, and the face that had always been smiling had also solidified at this moment, and the face that was originally as white as wax became whiter at this moment. Bai Yan glanced at Hei Yan, who was also surprised, lowered his voice, and said secretly: "Old Hei, who do you guess this murderous aura is?"

Unexpectedly, the black filthy put on a look that he didn't care who the murderous aura was, and he didn't bother to take care of the white scale, but just looked straight at the two figures by himself, and his eyes didn't blink.

"Hmph. ”

With a muffled grunt of white scale.

In mid-air, the figure began to move.

In that red light, the gray kiln gradually raised its head, and when he saw Lin Sheng's strange and terrifying appearance from a distance, his heart palpitated, and he couldn't help but wonder about the origin of this young man.

It's just that the radiant red python sword in front of him is still getting bigger, the blazing light is suddenly disillusioned, and countless illusions are born in the middle, sometimes it is a long dragon pantian, sometimes it is an ancient snake escaping the ground, the dragon roars and the snake hisses, which is extraordinarily spectacular.

Ash Kiln's face showed a look of surprise, and he gently stroked the huge vermilion lightsaber with his hand, and the corners of his mouth moved: "Sword Spirit ......"

This was the first time in his life that he had encountered the red python's sword spirit, which burst out of the sword body and blocked a fatal sword for himself. And at this moment, the sword spirit of this red python suddenly appeared, reappearing in the world, which seemed to contain the power of the sky, so that the ash kiln produced an illusion that the red python was going to devour heaven and earth.

It is rumored in ancient times that in the land of heaven, between heaven and earth, within the four seas, everything has its spirit, not high and huge, not small and micro, and even more so with divine weapons.

Therefore, the armor of the sky, the treasure of the earth, the sword of the glacier pagoda, and the grandeur of the ancient shield of the ten thousand barren land. The sword slaughters the battlefield, the iron slashes the skull, bathes it with blood, and washes it with the spirit of the ghost.

Over the years, everything has changed endlessly, but the sword is not rotten, the shield is not broken, and the divine weapons are still immortal and not glorious and withered. The submerged body absorbs the element of heaven and earth, absorbs the root of the earth, absorbs the spirit of all things, and gathers into one, which is the spirit body.

A hundred years old, at the beginning of the young spirit, immature, dark-colored, like blood congealed in the artifact. The ignorant only thought that there was a flaw in the sword, and most of them destroyed the sword and reforged it, and this time the sword spirit was exposed to the fire, only to dissipate into the world, turn into a scattered spirit, and fall into nothingness.

If someone has a unique vision, does not hate the flaws in the sword, does not mind that the sword body is not transparent, if it is not the fool in the sword, it is the sword as life, and the flawed sword is established, passed down from generation to generation.

In two hundred years, the sword spirit was born strong, like an elder child, and could not freely enter and exit the sound of the sword, so he could only serve in the sword and fight side by side with his master. At this time, the flawed sword has a faint shiny body, like autumn water, and the flaws are not hidden.

Only the next hundred years will be the greatest experience that the sword spirit and the master's destiny will go through. This flawed sword has had several twists and turns in the past three hundred years, and if it weren't for the people of the immortal family, it might have changed hands. The third hundred years is the time when the sword spirit is formed, and at that time, the owner of the sword will be destined for the life and death of the sword spirit with his temperament and preferences.

In the third hundred years, if the owner of the flawed sword is diligent in practicing the sword, then the carving of the sword spirit is naturally the same; if the sword master is a promiscuous person, only trying to feast and have fun, and take the sword as the joy, and not take the sword as the pleasure, the sword spirit will be destroyed.

In addition, when the sword spirit is formed, if the sword master is pure by nature, and uses the sword to help the world, then the sword spirit is also about the same, righteous and awe-inspiring, unyielding evil;

The red python sword in the hands of the ash kiln was taught by Lord Sarah, the ash kiln is talented, and he can barely move the sword in three years, but the origin of the red python, the ash kiln does not know much.

It's just rumored that the sword spirit of this red python sword is a red ancient snake, like a tender candle flame, with an extremely strange temperament, sometimes gentle, sometimes violent, this cold appearance in front of him, the ash kiln is also very surprised, and the gossip is not much better, and there is some jealousy in my heart.

This time, the hand of the gray kiln touched the sword spirit of the red python, and a very intimate feeling was transmitted from the fingers to the heart, which was as warm as jade, as if it had a porcelain-like transparent texture, and also had the softness and softness of silk.

Warm, warm, the heart fluctuates, and the whole body is full of happiness that has never been before. A powerful warm current was injected into the body of the ash kiln, and the violent aura and hatred in his heart were all unloaded in an instant.

The ash kiln couldn't help but be a little fascinated, his eyes were confused, his expression was confused, his feet staggered, and he simply poked his other hand over.

With a stabbing sound, the ash kiln suddenly felt a tingling sensation coming from his hands.

When I looked closely, there was actually a blood-red little snake in this hand. It's just that by the time I realized this, it was too late, and the whole arm of the ash kiln was numb.

Under the beech wood, Lord Sarah's face changed slightly, his head lowered, but there was still no emotion in his words, and he muttered, "This child in the ash kiln is possessed by the sword spirit. ”

Zach turned his head to look and saw Sarah's strange expression, but her eyes were not on the ash kiln, but at himself meaningfully.

Before Zach could react, Sarah continued, "But I'm afraid you're right, the Ash Kiln has won." ”

The voice did not fall.

The crimson light suddenly vibrated and stretched from one side of the sky to the other, as if it were about to swallow up the entire firmament, and a heart-rending roar came from the ash kiln in mid-air, and in an instant it resounded throughout the land.

At that moment, thousands of ravines were shaking, and a thousand trees were rattling, and even the horses of the precept regiment were not restless at the moment, no matter how they held the reins, the two hooves just couldn't stop, and the tapping sound was extremely messy.

Lin Sheng was the end of the strong crossbow, and when he saw the appearance of the ash kiln this time, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

In the midst of the horror, there is still a bit of familiarity.

I saw that the gray kiln was full of red light, the color of the hair and the face of the face became lighter, the eye sockets became deeper, the golden eyes, no pupils, no mental reaction.

As if he was going crazy, he roared at Lin Sheng.