What a stranger!

How long has it been since the old man became the immortal ghost he is now?

Staying in the Necromantic Realm Bone Domain, a ghost place where no outsiders have come for seventy or eighty years, except that the old man can still give him a sense of danger before the accident, the word danger seems to be far away from him.

When the feeling of danger hit, the white-haired man couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.

However, the white-haired man reacted quickly, with a eager expression on his face, and with a long roar, the whole turned into a white light, heading straight for the Yin Puppet City.

Perhaps sensing a powerful threatening force approaching, the graceful woman in the sea of flowers raised her head slightly, and the elemental energy surging around her became stronger and stronger.

Like a light reed, the figure of the white-haired man easily stepped on the tower of the Yin Puppet City, and confronted each other with the graceful woman in the sea of flowers.

"Woohoo, Woooo

Hundreds of crimson rattans broke through the air and slammed into the white-haired man, and the barbs on the vine's body that were still stained with red blood seemed to have turned into large mouths of blood, ready to suck the blood on the prey.

Facing the graceful woman's cold and frosty eyes, the white-haired man smiled in surprise and said silently, "This little strength is far from enough." ”

A chilling white sword light flew out of the white-haired man's waist and fell into his hand.

The white blade, the slender sword body, and a trace of wanton and crazy black ancient patterns flow in the middle, which is simple and has a hint of intertwined mystical atmosphere.

"The name of the sword, inseparable. ”

The white-haired man whispered softly while holding his sword, and all the thoughts in his heart turned into nothingness.

This sword was left by the man, and it was also the promise he made to his mother before leaving, never to leave or give up, and to return one day.

"That's?" Marina muttered with a misty look in her eyes.

"That's the ancient ritual of swordsmen reporting the names of their swords to each other before the competition, and the empire abolished this ritual a long time ago, I don't know why that strange and mysterious white-haired man still guards it. Rethans, who was standing on Marina's side, explained.

"No, it's not about that, it's about the sword?" Marina shook her head, frowning, as if remembering something?

"That sword, it's nothing, at most it looks a little weird. Retans wondered.

"I, I think I've seen it somewhere, but I can't remember. Rubbing her forehead vigorously, Marina tried to remember, but there was always an unknown domineering power.

Whenever a picture of a memory flashed in her mind, which she had finally put together, it was directly shattered, causing her to think of nothing.

With a stroke of the long sword in his hand, the sea of flowers was divided into two.

The crimson rattan that was attacking the white-haired man in the sky was touched by the white sword light, and all of them were broken, and the white light flashed, and even the invisible space was breaking a pitch-black crack in an instant.

Break through the sky with a sword!

On the surface of the cracked spatial crack, there was still a trace of black gas with extremely destructive power lingering for a long time, and the light green vegetation on the surface withered in an instant.

The countless cyan flowers in the sea of flowers withered and withered quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the sea of flowers in the sky that was still in full bloom just now turned into dead branches and leaves, scattered in the air.

Only the pale cyan lotus flower that tightly wrapped Xiwei's body under the protection of the graceful woman, but the color became a little transparent.

"Sword intent, rumored to be a high-level realm that can only be initially comprehended by high-level swordsmen. Retans exclaimed, shocked, and couldn't help but sweat for Sivi.

After all, I heard his teacher say that the human race only had eight professions such as warriors and mages at the earliest, but in the long history, the eight professions have also derived many professions such as illusionists, puppeteers, swordsmen, swordsmen and so on.

Among them, the number of swordsmen is very small, no, it should be said that there are very few people who can be called swordsmen, and in ancient times, every swordsman was a high-level powerhouse who had at least cultivated sword intent.

Although there are fewer and fewer people who can truly be called swordsmen in recent years, in the same level of combat of all classes, the combat power of a swordsman is definitely ranked in the top three.

When he looked at the endless sea of flowers floating around him, in the black qi emitted by the strange sword intent of the white-haired man, the destructive power of silence and withering quickly dissipated into the air like winter ice and snow in the sun.

There was no trace of trembling in the graceful woman's cold gaze, as if the scene in front of her had long been expected by her, but if you look through the deep and bottomless eyes that hide the endless ice, you will find a trace of rare distress and pain.

"Nine Seals of Martyrdom, Two Interpretations"

The pale cyan lotus flower that enveloped Xiwei's body seemed to have absorbed a huge amount of nutrients, and it grew several meters in an instant, and the color of the petals quickly changed to dark cyan, and even the figure of the graceful woman guarding the lotus flower was a lot more suspicious.

"Wood Law: Burial of the Dead"

In the next second, I saw the sea of flowers around me that was gradually dissipating and withering, and suddenly frantically absorbed the trace of black qi that was encircling the cracks in the space.

Something shocking happened, and in the blink of an eye, those originally withered flowers seemed to have absorbed some nutrients and bloomed again.

Absorbing the strange black aura of the sea of flowers, the cyan flowers are more delicate than before, and the broken and dead crimson rattans have also regrown, and the blood-red vines have more small black and brown spots on the body than before.

"Incredible. The white-haired man was moved, he grew up in the necromantic realm full of necromantic energy, and what he saw the most was death.

After the fact that the weak eat the strong and respect the strong is cruelly put on the stage of the necromantic realm, every life is working hard for survival, and no one can know how many means and hole cards a necromantic life has.

The enemies or opponents he has encountered over the years have seen countless means and moves, but he has really never seen this kind of means of resurrecting life from death.

The sword intent he had honed by himself naturally knew very well that that kind of extremely destructive black qi was a dead-horned giant rhinoceros in the necromantic realm that was known for its defensive power, and if it couldn't resist it for long, it would turn into a dry bone.

I really want to believe that there is a means to devour that black qi and transform it into life force, so that I can regain my vitality.

Human magic is really interesting, the white-haired man thought silently to himself.

However, since you can absorb my sword intent, then let me see how much you can absorb?

With this in mind, the white-haired man's long sword, called Inseparable, swung it again.

A white blazing sword light flew straight into the sky, forming a vortex, and countless small and sharp sword rays fell from the sky, each pure white dazzling sword light, the surface was without exception with a trace of palpitating strange black qi.

In the face of such an offensive, the graceful woman's expression was still as indifferent as ever, her slender hands were slightly raised, and the sea of flowers changed again.