Chapter 258: Shattering the Sect Sword
Elder Huo Xiu finally slowly opened his eyes again, and at a glance, he saw that Nie Feng was staring straight at him with a puzzled and confused expression, not moving. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Of course, it wasn't that Nie Feng didn't want to make a move, but the feeling of emptiness outside his eyes made him have nowhere to focus at all, and it was good that after a night of patience and torture, he finally got used to that empty numbness.
"Hehehe, it's almost time......"
Elder Huo Xiu dusted off his robe, stood up as soon as he twisted his body, and walked towards Nie Feng in all directions, and then in an exclamation in Nie Feng's heart, a bare hand appeared out of thin air, as if carrying a little chicken, and took Nie Feng out of the black barrel dripping with water, and then gently laid him flat on the stone bed on the side.
"Elder......"
Nie Feng wanted to open his mouth to ask, but now that he was the same, except for his eyes or his own, everything else seemed to have long been separated from his body, and he couldn't even perceive, let alone use it.
Maybe it was because he had already had experience, or maybe he really read something from Nie Feng's round eyes, Elder Huo Xiu replied with his own mouth.
"Don't be surprised, don't be afraid, this is just the beginning, you won't feel anything, you won't be in any danger, after today, your trial will really begin, and the whole process will last a whole month, so you can enjoy this beautiful and new day now, tomorrow will not be so easy......"
Elder Huo Xiu's smiling appearance was naturally patiently explaining, but in Nie Feng's ears, there was always a taste of deceiving children.
"You can't really get on a thief ship, right?"
Somehow, such a strange thought suddenly popped up in Nie Feng's heart.
Suddenly, Elder Huo Xiu's face was grim, the smile that had been amiable just now was gone, replaced by an incomparably solemn one, only to see a move in his right hand, a silver sword appeared in his hand in an instant, and his soft gaze followed the handle of the long sword to the tip inch by inch, as if he was reminiscing, and as if he was savoring the agility of the long sword a little bit, and suddenly "gro......aned" with a clear sound, and the long sword automatically let out a low whistle at this time, as if it was responding to Elder Fire Cultivation.
Nie Feng, whose eyes were wide open, couldn't help but show a touch of shock in his eyes at this moment. Dacheng's spirit entered the essence of the sword, allowing him to clearly see the spiritual light in the world of the sword body, which was no longer a cloud, but a smart light and shadow, like an elf that came to life in an instant.
"This ...... Could this be a sect-grade sword?"
It is undeniable that what is in front of him is definitely one of the fairy swords he has only seen in his life, and the other one he still clearly remembers is in the hands of Wei Zong, a sword-casting sword with a mysterious origin, and it is from the latter that he learned for the first time that there is a sword soul in the world, and now this one is containing a sword soul in his body.
Suddenly, the last trace of softness in Elder Fire Cultivation's eyes disappeared, his right hand moved slightly, and a faint wave of qi gradually spread, and the silver long sword, as if it had encountered the greatest danger at this moment, involuntarily struggled and jumped, as if it was going to escape from Elder Fire Cultivation in the next moment, and escape out of the cave alone.
"Humph!"
Elder Huo Xiu snorted coldly, and the originally gentle qi wave suddenly turned extremely cold, as if a wind that could tear apart the mountain rock boulder was blown out of thin air, wrapped in unparalleled power and smashed into the sword body.
"Groaning ......"
The long sword let out a final wail, and then after a "crackling" sound, the silver sword body suddenly shattered without warning, turning into countless dots of starlight in front of Nie Feng's eyes, shrouded in the sword aura of the Fire Cultivation Elder, as if tens of thousands of fireflies were lingering and dancing.