The shadow of the golden-winged roc bird came to the sky hundreds of miles in front of the mausoleum, and the edges of its wings were filled with golden light, but it brought darkness to the mausoleum, and in the darkness, its eyes were like two burning divine fires. Nanke's black hair fluttered, and her petite body hung quietly between the two divine fires, extremely small in comparison, but it gave people a feeling that an inseparable connection had been formed between her and the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird, in other words, she was now the spirit of the Golden-winged Dapeng.

Between the golden light, an unimaginable terrifying coercion fell on the grassland, followed by a hurricane, even the most violent wind in the South China Sea could not have so many, the broken grass clippings danced wildly, the sewage on the ground was shattered, and no demon beast could stand firmly, and they fell to the ground one after another, and the ten thousand residual swords in the air around the mausoleum were blown up and down, like countless ships in the weeping, which could be swallowed up by the earth-shattering waves at any time.

With an indifferent and arrogant clear sound, the golden-winged Dapeng flapped its wings and flew towards the mausoleum, giving people the feeling that the sky was about to press towards the mausoleum, and the golden light on the edge of the wings dispersed and then reunited, as if the jumping flame, as if it was about to come alive, so the whole grassland began to burn, whether it was blood or water, and a raging flame began to be born.

On the burning grassland is a black ocean composed of countless demon beasts, this black ocean is also burning, turning into a sea of fire, whether it is a high-level demon beast or a vole native to the grassland, they all stand in the sea of fire, with awe and reverence looking at the pair of wings in the sky that span hundreds of miles, and let out an almost crazy roar.

As the golden-winged roc approached, the burning grassland became brighter, but the mausoleum in the middle of the grassland became even darker, and the ten thousand remnant swords desperately resisted the wind brought by the two giant wings, and flew to the front of the mausoleum.

The dense ten thousand remnant swords formed a semicircular sword array in front of the mausoleum. Chen Changsheng stood in the middle of the grand sword array, he was extremely small in comparison, but he was the spirit of this sword array. He still held the yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, and he didn't withdraw the sword intent from the body of the Ten Thousand Dao Remnant Sword, because he knew very well that those remnant swords were about to be unable to support them after the tragic battle with the beast tide, and if he withdrew the sword intent from the mountain at this time, then there was no need for the Golden-Winged Dapeng to do anything, and those swords would be destroyed.

All he can use now is the sword intent of the Dragon Yin Sword, but hundreds of years have passed, is the sword intent of this sword still strong enough? Looking at the golden-winged Dapeng that was getting closer and closer, he silently felt the pride and kindness in the Dragon Yin Sword, yes, it was a kind of pride that made him very familiar and even cordial, as if this was what he should have innately.

This inexplicable kindness made his heart shake violently, just like every time he folded his sleeves and fell ill, the speed of his heart beat more than doubled in an instant, and the speed of Zhenyuan's movement in the meridians became countless times faster, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword kept trembling, trembling more and more, so that the whole person trembled.

Even the snowy field in his body trembled.

The thick snow that this snowfield once carried, the result of hundreds of nights of non-stop penance since he was appointed to the star of the National Education Academy, was the purest starlight, which had burned out several times in the Great Imperial Test and dozens of days of battle, and now there was still a shallow layer left.

The light snow is easy to loosen, and with the vibration from outside the body, the snow flakes shook away from the field and threw into the air, meeting the light refracted by the spherical lake, and began to burn violently with a bang. Starlight snow chips instantly burned into clear water, and then turned into mist, turning into the purest true element, filling his body, and then flowing forward along those meridians that were dry and even broken like mountain cliffs, and kept advancing...... For Chen Changsheng, this was an extremely painful process, but he didn't let out a muffled snort, just stared at the golden-winged Dapeng who was getting closer and closer to the mausoleum, and continued to persevere, letting those vibrations continue to burn the snow field, and the true yuan continued to invade forward in his body.

At a certain moment, that true yuan finally came to his wrist, and the vibration from his heart met the vibration at the hilt of the sword, and then merged into one, turning into an indescribable battle intent!

The dragon yin sword is broken, and the sword intent is not as good as it was back then, but the fighting spirit is especially there!

With this proud and stubborn sword intent, Chen Changsheng held the Dragon Yin Sword in his hand and stabbed towards the golden-winged Dapeng in the sky!

A clear and distant dragon chant sounded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum!

An extremely magnificent and bright sword light, with a dragon's breath that was almost real, broke through the distance of dozens of miles, came to the sky, and slashed towards the two fire-like eyes of the golden-winged Dapeng!

Where is Nanke......

Compared to the sword light of this dragon sword, she was so small, just a small black dot. But her expression remained unchanged, and she held out a finger towards the extremely bright sword light.

Through the connection of Guò Soul Wood, she and the Golden-winged Dapeng are already one. She is the Golden-Winged Roc, possessing a power and spiritual height that is close to the Divine Realm.

She only needed one finger to block the sword light of the Dragon Yin Sword.

Looking from the grassland and the mausoleum, between the eyes of the golden-winged roc, an extremely strange black air mass appeared.

That air mass was at Nanke's fingertips, and it was the result of the hedging of two great forces.

The next moment, the black air mass disappeared instantly, and faintly, many small cracks appeared in the air, which represented that the real space was showing signs of disintegration, and at the same time, a huge sound sounded over the grassland, like a thunder.

The wind came from high in the sky to the ground in an instant, and then it was thousands of miles away. The stubborn grass between the cliffs and rocks of the mausoleum was all pulled out of the sky and blown to nowhere, even the moss attached to the cliffs at the bottom was peeled off, and even the stone skin on the surface of the cliffs was a little crispy. The burning black ocean in the grassland gave birth to a huge tide, and under the fiery eyes of the golden-winged roc, at least hundreds of low-level demon beasts were directly shocked to death, and in the sword array in front of the mausoleum, there were also dozens of swords that were crumbling.

Chen Changsheng didn't hear the thunder in the sky, didn't pay attention to these pictures, and stared at the Dragon Yin Sword in his hand, because just at that moment before, a very slight sound sounded on the Dragon Yin Sword.

It was the sound of breaking.

The dragon yin sword broke, and the upper half of the sword body fell into the pool of water in front of him, making a soft snapping sound.

This soft sound in Chen Changsheng's ears was thunder.

A thunderbolt exploded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, boom!

In the fierce wind, Chen Changsheng's body swept backwards for dozens of feet, and fell heavily on the stone gate, and the smoke and dust rose slightly.

His face was pale, and blood rushed to his throat, but he swallowed it back. He felt all his bones break, but stood up again. Because although the Dragon Yin Sword has been broken, the fighting spirit is still there. It's just that......

Even if the battle intent is so violent, even if there are ten thousand swords to cheer on, is it still not the opponent of the Golden-Winged Roc?

Chen Changsheng looked at the broken sword and noticed that the broken sword was very neat and smooth, but it didn't look like a new one, and then he remembered that when he held the Dragon Yin Sword before, he vaguely saw that there was already a looming line on the sword body of the Dragon Yin Sword.

Now he realized that the line was a knife mark.

Countless years ago, Chen Xuanba came to Zhou Yuan with this sword, and was defeated by Zhou Dufu's knife, although he died, he refused to fall, this sword was obviously broken, but he stubbornly refused to let the opponent see it. It wasn't until countless years later that this proud sword finally couldn't withstand it when it faced an equally powerful opponent again.

He held the broken sword, and in silence, slowly, walked back to the edge of the stone platform again, looking out into the dark sky.

That golden-winged roc needed to merge with Nanke for some reason, but it had already proven its strength.

Nanke has disappeared and has truly become one with Dapeng. The two divine fires were still holy but violent, looking coldly at him in the middle of the mausoleum, getting closer and closer.

The heavens and the earth changed color, the clouds rolled, and ten thousand lightning bolts lit up like snakes over the mausoleum.

The Dragon Yin Sword has been broken, which sword should he use again? Mountain and Sea Sword or Zhai Sword? Or is it ten thousand swords together?

At this moment, he suddenly felt a hot current appear at the tiger's mouth in his right hand.

He hadn't put down the Dragon Yin Sword yet, this hot current came from the half of the sword body of the Dragon Yin Sword, this was the sword intent of the Dragon Yin Sword - this proud sword intent, with reluctance, left the sword body of the Dragon Yin Sword, but in an instant, only half of the previous sword was left, but it was still proud and stubborn, and the incomparably bright Dragon Yin Sword became dim, as if dead.

That sword intent entered Chen Changsheng's body, and then into the short sword at his waist.

Although his sword intent has been perfected, he is confined to the realm of cultivation, and the sword intent has never been completed, so only by borrowing the sword intent from the mountain through the yellow paper umbrella can he control the ten thousand swords to kill the beast tide. It is precisely because of this that his sword intent and the short sword have never really fused together, or in other words, this seemingly ordinary short sword, thinking that his sword intent is not worthy of himself.

It was only at this time that the sword intent of the Dragon Yin Sword came.

The dagger was still in its sheath, but it began to hum slightly.

Chen Changsheng understood the meaning of the Dragon Yin Sword, which was the inheritance.

He was a little sentimental.

The dragon yin sword passed the sword intent to the shortsword, and then died, but the shortsword came back to life.

He could only hope for the Dragon Sword to continue his life, or rather pride, in this way.

Well, he needs to win.

He gently rested half of the dragon sword to the ground, stood up, and took the hilt of the short sword and drew it outward.

With his movements, a sun appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.

The sun rises from the sheath with the blade of the dagger and illuminates the gloomy mausoleum and grassland.

It was a myriad of golden rays of light.

It was an incredibly bright sword.

A powerful and incomparable aura followed, shocking all the lives around the mausoleum.

There was silence.

The sword intent of the Dragon Yin Sword and the short sword fused perfectly, just like the feeling Chen Changsheng had when he held the sword before, as if they were born to be together, but it was not enough.

The soul of this sword has not yet awakened.

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(In the original idea, this paragraph should be written directly, but yesterday I said that there have been more things at home recently, and I don't know why it's so cold today, and I suspect it's a cold, so please wait one more day, and tomorrow will be the winner, cool off, and leave.) ）