It was a real mess.

The heavenly spirit, or according to the words of the immortals, is in the sea of knowledge.

In the sea of knowledge, countless figures have poured into it at this moment, and the originally empty sea of knowledge is densely packed with figures in an instant.

These are sword spirits.

This place has been reduced to a battlefield.

In the battlefield, there is a sword intent in the sky.

The sword intent is different, but they complement each other, and their edges are exposed, and they fight separately.

Ye Wuwu's eyes condensed slightly, and he sat cross-legged, and the traceless sword intent emanated from his body, surrounding him.

But if you look closely, you can find that Ye Wuwu's figure is trembling slightly.

He had just forced back a few immortal sword spirits that were attacking him, but his originally moving figure suddenly froze for a moment, and then he gritted his teeth, but he fell straight to the ground.

His eyes were full of pain.

It's in his body.

It is not surprising that the spirit body transformed by Ye Wuwu's consciousness has a close connection with the body.

This also provided a lot of convenience for Ye Wuwu in the beginning of the battle.

That was his sword intent, unprecedentedly powerful for some reason.

Ye Wuwu himself, although his realm is not very high, his sword intent has always been at the point of surpassing his realm.

He has wielded countless Dao Earth Immortal Swords, and even Heaven and Man Swords, and his comprehension of sword intent is extremely profound.

But now, it seems clearer.

It seems that because of the sea of knowledge, the sword intent has been magnified countless times?

The sword spirit is separated from the sword body, and there is no longer any means of the sword, only the sword intent remains.

It was the sword intent that once came from the sword master, and the sword spirit that was the sword master could naturally know it.

Even though his body has run out of qi, Ye Wuwu's consciousness is still somewhat connected with his body.

If it continues like this, Ye Wuwu is confident that he will survive to the end and become the only winner here.

But with the continuous influx of sword spirits, this connection with the body has become a stumbling block for Ye Wuwu.

The pain starts faintly and gradually increases.

At first, Ye Wuwu could grit his teeth and hold on, but as a wave of sword spirits poured in again, the pain that had been forcibly suppressed by him finally couldn't help but erupt.

The physical pain will be clearly conveyed to Ye Wuwu's consciousness.

The silver light floc circulated in the body, and at first, it was just a trace, echoing from the dantian.

One wisp, two wisps, three or four wisps.

Ten wisps, hundreds of wisps, and thousands of wisps.

Wander the whole body, and repeat the cycle.

The tendons that had been broken and broken were slowly overflowing by a ray of silver streamer at this moment, but the tendons that were originally broken were like a snake molting, overflowing with light again.

The shattered and broken bones are also slowly healing at this moment, and the silver streamer, as if falling into the sand, seeps into it, and everywhere it passes, the bones emit a faint silver light.

If it is said that the pain of broken muscles and broken bones, Ye Wuwu can still forcibly endure it, after all, it is not that there has been such a situation before, but it is not as severe as this time.

The next internal organs, the extremely soft parts of his body, made his expression extremely painful, until it was distorted.

Pain. 、

Heart-wrenching.

Heart-rending pain.

Because it's really heartbreaking.

The heart, which had long ceased to beat, had changed its color from red to silver white under the passing of the silver river.

Heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs.

Both.

But that's just the first lap.

The silver river did not stagnate, but flowed through the dantian, and then circulated again, towards the tendons, bones, and internal organs.

The silver river is essentially transformed by the thousands of immortal swords.

The sword shattered, and the essence left behind.

The material of the fairy sword has far exceeded Ye Wuwu's cognition, it can be said that on weekdays, even if someone can cast a fairy sword, Ye Wuwu can't even get together the materials of the fairy sword.

But now, there are countless immortal swords that shatter the sword body and merge into his body.

Casting a sword with your body, melting thousands of swords into your own body, and recasting your muscles and bones, this is casting a sword with your body.

But the taste is ......

No less than ten thousand swords piercing the heart!

His eyes were empty, and only the body of Ye Wuwu, who was left with a spirit body, suddenly dispersed for a while.

There were many sword spirits who recognized Ye Wuwu, it was the kid who had just scolded them wildly, and at the moment, he couldn't help but say, the sword intent turned sharp, and he got out of the battle with each other and attacked Ye Wuwu.

But in their sight, Ye Wuwu's figure suddenly flickered and swayed, like smoke in a violent wind, and was blown to pieces in the blink of an eye.

But they don't care so much, the sword intent is sharp, and for the spirit body, the sword intent is the sharpest sword.

There is sword intent, and its speed is like the wind.

There is sword intent, and it is like a forest.

There is sword intent, aggression is like fire.

There is sword intent and does not move like a mountain.

If there is sword intent, it is difficult to know as yin.

There is sword intent that moves like thunder.

The sword intent is the sharpest sword qi here, and several sword intents are impartial, directly attacking Ye Wuwu's figure.

Then, Ye Wuwu's spirit body collapsed and collapsed with a bang in the eyes of everyone.

Those sword spirits were obviously stunned for a moment, they seemed to be a little incredulous, and felt that some simple things were too much.

But then, it was a sneer.

"A boy who is full of nonsense, but that's just the case."

Immediately afterwards, the sword spirits turned around and fought with the sword intent of the rest of the people.

Sword intent, sword intent, sword intent in the sky, swirling around the entire battlefield, echoing the entire sea of knowledge.

One after another, the sword spirit sword intent was broken, and then the gaze dimmed, and the spirit body dissipated.

But one after another sword spirits emerged from the sky, poured into the battlefield from the outside world, and immediately joined the battle.

It's a battlefield.

A Shura field full of sword intent.

……

Dark.

Endless darkness.

No more pain.

Ye Wuwu seemed to have had a long, long dream.

In his dreams, he saw many images.

It was a woman.

She stood on the wall of the towering sword-forging furnace, her skirt fluttering like a fairy.

She saw a man rushing from afar, a hoarse cry that seemed to be calling her name.

She smiled, but tears flowed down her cheeks.

The man suddenly stopped, tears streaming down his eyes.

In the blur of tears, the man saw the woman fall and fall into the sword-forging furnace.

After a woman forged a sword with her body, the molten iron melted, and two pillars of light rose from the sword furnace to the sky, but two sword shadows appeared.

Two swords, one female and one male.

The picture turned again, and Ye Wuwu felt as if he had come to a city tower.

There are troops coming to the city, and the soldiers cover the sky and the sun, surrounded by layers.

The city is like a flat boat, which can be toppled at any time.

The shouts were like a tsunami of mountains, and the army began to attack the city, and the city was about to be broken.

There was an emperor who paced up to the top of the city, his eyes full of sorrow, but in his hands he held a sword case.

The sword case slowly opened, revealing a mighty sword.

The emperor-looking man forged a sword with blood.

There was a majestic sword qi surging out, and the sand and stones flew outside the city in an instant, as if there were fierce beasts roaring in it, and the soldiers and horses outside the city were in chaos.

Thousands of miles of blood were shed, and the whole army was annihilated.

The picture flipped again, and this time, Ye Wuwu felt as if he was possessed by a person.

Like an emperor, he ordered two husband-and-wife swordsmiths to forge a peerless sword for him.

But no matter what method was used, the two swordsmiths could not forge a sword.

On that day, he came to the sword furnace to observe, and for some reason, if there was a heavenly spot, he categorically cut off his arm and threw it into the sword furnace.

In an instant, the sword was forged.

Afterwards, when this sword came out, Ye Wuwu took a second look.

The body of this sword is engraved with the sun, moon and stars on one side, and the mountains, rivers and plants on the other.

And the hilt of the sword is two, one side is the art of farming and animal husbandry, and the other side is the policy of unification of the four seas.

There are also two scarlet handwriting on them, as if written in blood.

Regulus.

The world's first sword.

He saw it, and saw many, many more.

A man slashed a white snake with a sword in the dark night forest.

There is an old man in the middle of the river, slashing the dragon with a sword.

There was also a woman dressed as a man, who was silent for a long time in front of a sword stuck in a stone, and finally pulled out the sword in the stone.

The memory seemed to overlap with something, and then Ye Wuwu felt as if he had been hit hard, and his eyes were in a trance.

He slowly opened his eyes, like a big dream.

I woke up from a dream.

(End of chapter)