The elevator reached the ground floor, and it was all dark outside.

The monk made a mockery.

"Donor, the next road is for you to go by yourself."

The monk looked into the long darkness, his voice involuntarily became smaller, and the surrounding Buddha light also became a little dimmed.

"The Sword Immortal is sleeping here."

As if he was afraid of disturbing something, the monk's voice trembled.

Li Xingyuan looked at the boundless darkness, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the elevator.

Everything is like a deep dark place before the creation of the world, the elevator slowly goes up, Li Xingyuan raised his head, but found that he couldn't see those frozen cabins standing here, this is an independent cabin, like an egg buried deep in the dark, waiting for its owner to be born again.

It's just that the years are merciless.

Li Xingyuan walked towards the front.

The feeling of walking on the ground was like walking in some kind of liquid, something wet his trouser legs, and at some point, he felt that his calves seemed to have been touched by something, Li Xingyuan thought it was an illusion, and at the same time hoped that it was best an illusion.

Walking in the dark seems to be endless, Li Xingyuan counted his heartbeat, walked for more than an hour, and still didn't see the end, the liquid in the darkness seemed to become extraordinarily cold, and his legs seemed to be paralyzed by the cold, but he still walked forward silently and firmly, there seemed to be a buzzing sound like a cicada in the dark, or it could be that Li Xingyuan's nervous system had an illusion, and someone's voice sounded intermittently in his ears like electronic noise.

It's not like chanting a Buddhist scripture, it's like someone is actually singing.

Singing songs from far away.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Li Xingyuan couldn't even rely on his heartbeat to accurately count, his legs were unconscious because of the cold, and his body was also hypothermic and trembling because of the passage of temperature, he finally saw a beam of light in front of him wrapped in a coffin in the distance.

Li Xingyuan quickened his pace, and finally walked to the side of the metal coffin.

In the metal coffin, a woman lay peacefully.

In the woman's hand, she held a sword.

It was difficult for Li Xingyuan to describe the woman's appearance, or her dress, or what the sword was like, because just looking at that woman, it was as if all his thoughts were shattered by the sharp sword qi, all his eyes, all his efforts to understand the specific image in the coffin, and even if he looked away, just remembering the picture just now, would lead to pain starting from neurons.

The pain comes inch by inch, and it will crush people to powder.

But at the same time, a fiery desire also rose in Li Xingyuan's heart, just like Homo sapiens facing the vast starry sky, the first time his gaze stayed beyond the threshold of civilization, and the desire for that sword in his heart was also so strong.

So he tried again to look back at the coffin, and then stretched out his finger.

Just like punishing a blasphemer, Li Xingyuan felt that he had begun to break off his fingers, little by little, every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be crushed into pieces, and he began to wail from the nerve endings, but Li Xingyuan still insisted on doing so, even if he had heard the sound of the structure of the Heavenly Enhancement hand slowly collapsing, he still did not hesitate to approach the sword little by little.

Eventually, his fingers touched the sword.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist.

Li Xingyuan's breath stagnated, and when he raised his eyes, he only saw the woman in white lying in the coffin with a smile on her eyebrows, which made Qianqiu no longer stunning, the bridge of her nose was high, and her smile was pleasing to the eye.

And this beautiful woman just smiled lightly, and then spoke.

"Who's the swordsman?"

Li Xingyuan only felt that the world was spinning, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, his mind was withdrawn from the pain, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was on a platform, and the woman held a sword and stood on the other side of the platform.

"Sword Immortal Senior! I ......"

Before Li Xingyuan's words fell, he saw the woman smile, and the sword flashed.

Li Xingyuan stood on the platform, and before he could think about what was happening, he felt a chill on his neck, he reached out and touched it, but found that his vision flickered, fell to the ground, and a headless corpse fell on the platform.

That's when the pain ensued.

When the last of his nerves died, and everything collapsed into nothingness, only the woman's voice was heard again.

"Come again!"

The platform was rebuilt, and Li Xingyuan's figure also appeared on the platform again.

Before Li Xingyuan could say anything more, the woman smiled again, and it was another sword light.

This time, the sword stabbed through Li Xingyuan's heart, and Li Xingyuan shook his body again and fell to the ground.

"Come again!"

With the woman's calm call, everything returned to the beginning again, and the woman stood in the distance of the platform with her sword in her hand, her eyes like autumn water.

Another sword!

Li Xingyuan struggled to hide this time, thinking that he had dodged the woman's flying sword, but as soon as he wanted to speak, he found that his abdominal cavity was warm, he lowered his head, only to find that there was a little blood hole in his spleen, which should have been lightly broken by the woman's flying sword, and the blood poured into the abdominal cavity, which made him feel warm.

"Come again!"

The platform appeared again, and Li Xingyuan, who had died three times in a row, became a little ugly, and he began to look at the woman with all his body, hoping to see from the woman's gaze where the other party's flying sword was aiming this time, but this time there was still no change from the last time - the speed of the flying sword was too fast, faster than the limit of his nervous reaction speed, as fast as a beam of light, a voice so fast, he couldn't dodge it at all.

This time, it was at the center of his eyebrows that was struck, and a blood hole appeared, which was neat.

"Come again!"

The death again and again made Li Xingyuan's heart angry, if he also had a sword......

Before he could stop thinking like this, Li Xingyuan heard a sword sound, like a dragon's groan, and a long sword jumped into his hand.

It's just that this time he still couldn't dodge, and Li Xingyuan was once again cut off half of his head by the woman's flying sword and died.

"Come again!"

The woman held the sword in front and said calmly.