Tingling and scorching, this was Xiao Lin's first feeling after holding the Moyang Sword, and the strong stinging sensation hit his soul directly, making his body tremble violently.

At the same time, there was a ferocious burning sensation in his hand, which made the sound of "zizi" in his palm, as if it was beef and mutton grilled on an iron plate.

"It's so hot. Xiao Lin kept complaining, "I feel like my palms are almost ripe." ”

"Complain less and be calm. The man with the green shadow reminded him, he was a little speechless, when was this, Xiao Lin was still in the mood to complain.

"Isn't that a diversion for me. Xiao Lin bared his teeth and said, "Otherwise, I will really die of pain and burn." ”

"Draw your sword!" Linglong urged a little anxiously, she could clearly see that the black flames that Xiao Lin had cast were getting weaker and weaker, and they would soon be engulfed by the fierce sea of fire.

Once the black flame disappears, Xiao Lin will face the direct impact of the sea of fire, if it really comes to that point, Xiao Lin will only have one end, that is, he will be burned alive by the flames and turned into a pile of powder.

The green shadow man transformed by the Thousand Star Vine took two steps forward silently, the green light on his body was still bright, and there was a faint light flashing in his palm, and his whole body was tense, always paying attention to Xiao Lin's every move, ready to rescue at any time.

Although the man with the green shadow felt that Shuramen would not let Xiao Lin die so easily, and he would definitely come to the rescue when it came to the moment of life and death, he could not be careless, and he would have more insurance and more safety.

"Damn, I can't pull it up!" Xiao Lin was so anxious that he squirted a dirty word, his whole body was almost cooked, but the Moyang Sword just didn't move, it was as solid as a rock, no matter how hard Xiao Lin tried, it didn't work.

Don't pull Mo Yang up, even some slight movement is not there, which makes Xiao Lin about to go crazy, and if he drags it any longer, something will happen to him.

Xiao Lin gritted his teeth, and a ferocious black flame gushed out from his body again, and at the same time, a strange fluctuation that was imperceptible to the naked eye began to fill his body, causing ripples in the air.

He tried his best, using the last resort, the double explosion of black flame and mental strength, and making a last stand, if he didn't succeed this time, he would be benevolent nine times out of ten.

Suddenly, the Moyang Sword trembled, and a strange black qi suddenly emerged from the sword's body, enveloping Xiao Lin layer by layer.

Xiao Lin only felt that the light in front of him flickered, and in an instant, a darkness struck, enveloping his consciousness.

"Xiao Lin!" Linglong was shocked when she saw this, and she was about to step forward with a "brush" of the Yuzang sword.

"Don't worry, his vital signs are still normal, let's see. The man in the green shadow whispered, "If something really happens, I'll take action." ”

Linglong put down her anxious mood at this time, and stared at Xiao Lin who was wrapped in black gas without blinking.

"And. The man with the green shadow pondered in his heart, "Shura has not moved at all, which means that the situation is still under control." ”

When Xiao Lin's consciousness returned, he was shocked to find that he had come to a strange place.

It was a huge battlefield, surrounded by the corpses of soldiers who had died in battle, everyone's eyes widened in horror, their armor shattered, their swords, swords and halberds torn into pieces of iron, and the banners planted on the ground, red with blood, scorched with flames, and cleaved into rags by swords.

"What's going on?" Xiao Lin swept around in shock, "Why did I come here, Illusion, or a corner of past history?"

There was a sound of "da-da" footsteps in the distance, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and someone was coming.

Xiao Lin turned his head to look, and saw a slender man in a white robe, holding a pitch-black long sword slowly walking towards here, that sword was none other than the Moyang Sword.

At this moment, the Moyang Sword had already been stained red with blood, and drop by drop of blood fell down the blade and sprinkled on the ground, leaving traces all the way.

"This is the previous owner of the Moyang Sword?" Xiao Lin looked at the man holding the long sword carefully, but unfortunately the man's face was a little blurry, and he couldn't see it really, looking at it from a distance, he shouldn't be very old.

"You're here. The man spoke softly, in a low voice that seemed to be full of pathos.

Xiao Lin was stunned, the man was talking to him.

"Yes, I'm here. ”

From behind Xiao Lin, another voice sounded, this voice sounded much crisper and full of energy.

Xiao Lin hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see another man slowly approaching here from another direction, dressed in a black and red robe, holding a hideous knife in his right hand, the knife was also black, but the blade was red.

"This ...... This is?" Xiao Lin couldn't believe what he saw, this figure was really familiar to him, wasn't this the man who chased him and Linglong on the lake promenade before?

Even if the man's body shape is slightly different, he will never be wrong with the jet-black sword.

"What the hell is going on? A battle in the past has made the Moyang Sword still have a clear picture until now. Xiao Lin pondered as he widened the distance between him and the two, "But if the man who used the sword is a person who existed in the past, then who is the person in the corridor?"

"You and I have been competing with each other since childhood, and now we have fought hundreds of times, big and small, and it is difficult to distinguish between them. The white-robed man holding the Moyang Sword said softly.

"This is the last battle. The black-robed man said lightly, with a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, "This time I will win." ”

"What if you win?"

"Prove that I'm better than you. ”

"What if you're better than me?"

"If a generation of Sword Saints dies at my hands, then I will be the number one in the world. ”

"What about being number one in the world?"

"No, it's an honor. ”

"For the sake of this glory, you did not hesitate to provoke two countries to go to war, rivers of blood flowed, and countless people died, just to force me to show up?" The white-robed man's voice sounded a little painful, and he looked at the countless corpses around him, his face showing grief.

"It's all your fault, refusing my jousting requests countless times. The black-robed man showed a hint of anger on his face, "You forced me to do this." ”

"Why are you chasing after you like this, I said ten years ago that I have given you the title of number one in the world. ”

"Why do I need you to let me!" roared the black-robed man, his words full of anger, "Give it to me, do you despise me!"

"Are these false names really so important?" the white-robed man sighed, "Stop it, junior brother." ”

"I said don't call me that!" The black-robed man's eyes showed a fierce light, "Since childhood, Master has loved you even more, cared more about you, and even passed on the strongest sword moves to you, what about me?"

The black-robed man trembled with excitement, and his voice was full of resentment: "He has never looked at me squarely, just because I like knives and don't like swords!"

"You misunderstood Master. The white-robed man persuaded, "He has always been concerned about you." ”

"Enough. The black-robed man's face sank, and he said in a low voice: "It's too late to say anything now, since he passed on the name of Sword Saint to you, he is no longer my master, and I have already broken off with him." ”

"For the sake of this name, you killed your own master with your own hands. A hint of anger flashed in the white-robed man's eyes.

The black-robed man smiled: "What? Hate me, hate me? I don't want to mention how happy I am when that old guy dies, the years are not forgiving, even the former Sword Saint has a day when his blood withers." ”

A strong anger flashed in the white-robed man's eyes, but he suppressed it again, he didn't say anything, just looked up to the sky and sighed.

Xiao Lin sat cross-legged not far away, holding his chin with both hands, looking at this scene of the infighting between the brothers and sisters a little sluggishly, and muttered in his heart: "The quarrel is almost over, hurry up and do it, how long do you want me to stay here." ”

"I hope you remember this history. The white-robed man suddenly turned his head to look at Xiao Lin and said softly.

Xiao Lin was so frightened that he immediately jumped up from the ground, looking at the white-robed man with disbelief in his eyes, his lips trembling a little: "Can you see me?"

A smile appeared on the white-robed man's face and nodded at Xiao Lin.

"What are you nervous about, there's nothing there!" said the black-robed man with a frown, "Don't pretend to be a ghost." ”

"Why can you see me?" Xiao Lin asked sluggishly.

"Because you should be with my old fellow right now. The white-robed man smiled and looked at the Moyang Sword in his hand, but there was a trace of sadness on his face.

"It's hell alive. Xiao Lin took a few steps back in a trembling manner, a person who lived in the past was actually communicating with him through the barrier of time and space, what level of power could this be achieved.

"Remember this history, remember this scene, you will need your strength later. The white-robed man said lightly.

"Why?"

"I will let Moyang Sword confess to you, but I also need you to grant me a request. The white-robed man looked at Xiao Lin and said lightly.

"You have realized your own death, so you want Moyang Sword to confess to me? Hahaha, okay, I agreed, what request?"

Before Xiao Lin could speak, the black-robed man was the first to laugh.

Xiao Lin was speechless for a while, what is this called, people haven't told you, why are there so many words, can't you stop for a while.

The white-robed man didn't pay attention to his junior brother, but said lightly to Xiao Lin: "I hope you can free my junior brother one day, and don't be trapped in this cycle of hatred." ”

Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, so the black-robed man he met on the corridor had died, and it was only because the hatred was difficult to completely get rid of that he had been wandering near the Moyang Sword, and the Moyang Sword happened to be obtained by the Thousand Star Vine, so the black-robed man appeared on the corridor.

In this way, everything made sense, and Xiao Lin suddenly realized why he met a madman on the corridor and cut people when he caught them.

"Who are you talking to?" the black-robed man suddenly felt a little uneasy in his words, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the white-robed man.

"One of my inheritors will inherit my sword in the future and send you liberation!" the white-robed man said lightly.

"Deliver me? Ridiculous! I want to see what kind of inheritor I am. The black-robed man's gaze swept around, and soon fell on Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin was stared at by the black-robed man, and instantly fell into an ice cellar, his cold hair stood on end, and he was terrified inexplicably: "How can he see me?"

A hideous smile appeared on the black-robed man's face, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, a black-red sword qi instantly jumped out, swept straight towards Xiao Lin, and said softly in his mouth.

"Death to the inheritor!"