It was a vast and endless green forest, with dense foliage blocking out large areas of sunlight, and only a few faint beams of morning light squeezed into the forest, forming a few mottled shadows. Therefore, the whole forest is covered with a cold and gloomy atmosphere, crisscrossing the labyrinth of forest roads, making people dare not go deep inside.

And in the middle of this forest, a morning light that had finally squeezed in quietly hit a teenager lying flat under a big tree. The sun was sharp, and after a while, the boy felt a dazzling sight in front of him.

"Hmm, my head hurts, why is it so dazzling?" the young man gently rubbed his aching forehead, and then opened his eyes slightly, only to feel a dazzling sunlight swirling on his face.

"Ahh

"No, no, he's dead! He's been torn apart by the sword aura!"

"Ahh!!!h

There is no doubt that this young man is Qingyang! Qingyang, who was taken away by the divine sword in the dance, at this moment, the divine sword is dancing, and it is already quietly inserted upside down on the ground, returning to the dull and dark color of the past.

"That me last night is exactly the same as the one who was in the prison forest before, but is that person really me?" Qingyang was suspicious. After all, the difference between before and after is too great, whether in terms of strength or momentum, the difference between cloud and mud!

"Is it really me?oops!!Is it me?oh my God!!Who's going to answer my question!!" Qingyang shook his head bitterly.

"That person, it's you!" Suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded ghostly!

Qingyang jumped up with a "Teng"!

"Who?!" A few drops of cold sweat instantly squeezed out from his forehead.

Qingyang immediately became vigilant and looked around.

"Yo roar, don't worry, young master! It's me, I'm here. "The voice sounded again, and the voice seemed so old!

"Where? Where are you!!Who are you? Also, who is your young master!" Qingyang was still vigilant, but he was very calm, and found out some of the keys in what he said just now!

The voice was suddenly silent.

And Qingyang was also secretly mobilizing his royal qi at this moment, but in the next moment, his face turned white with a brush!

Because, he actually found that he couldn't adjust any royal qi out, obviously the royal qi reserves were so large, but he felt that the output veins of the royal qi were intercepted!

But Qingyang didn't believe it, desperately gritted his teeth and mobilized, and even stretched out a single finger, trying to use the king technique "Juyan Finger" but to no avail.

"You don't have to try!Alas, your meridians have been sealed!"

"What? The meridians are blocked? It can't be! How can this be? You lied to me! Who are you?" Qingyang's emotions were a little out of control, obviously unable to accept the fact that the meridians were blocked.

At this time, the cold aura in the forest became more confusing with the refraction of the sunlight, and suddenly, Qingyang's eyes were immediately attracted by a sword next to the tree!

"That's dancing!"

The next scene made Qingyang even more dumbfounded, because the swarthy Zaiwu was emitting a faint cyan halo at this moment, and then an old and blurred figure slowly emerged from the blue light, and gradually, the blurred image began to become clear!

What kind of person is that?

His body is figurative, but it floats illusory. He has black and white white hair, and his weather-like face is crawling with wrinkles carved by the years, but from the edges and corners of his eyebrows, it can be vaguely seen that he was also a handsome man when he was young!

His hair is not only black and white, but its length is even more outrageous! It actually flew straight down to 3,000 feet, hanging straight down to the back of his heels! The deep black pupils and the strange long flowing hair made him invisibly exude an indescribable taste, and at the same time, it also made Qingyang's vigilance slowly let go, because Qingyang actually felt a slight strange feeling from this person's body, as if it was a little familiar!

"The sword has a spirit, you! You are a sword spirit? You are a sword spirit dancing a sword?!" Qingyang suddenly thought that he saw a book in the Purple Cloud Gate that had said that some powerful sword weapons would give birth to sword spirits! The sword spirit is a kind of soul body with a sword as a host body, the so-called weapon with a spirit is sharp, and a weapon with a weapon spirit is really a world of difference between a weapon with a spirit and a weapon without a weapon spirit!

When the man heard this, he smiled faintly, shook his head, and said slowly: "I'm not a sword spirit, I'm a sword slave!"

"Sword slave?" Qingyang was puzzled.

"Yes, sword slave! I am a sword slave! I don't know how long I have been asleep, in short, the first thing I know when I wake up is my identity, I am a sword slave!" The man's expression was indifferent, as if the status of a slave did not make him feel any discomfort.

"Slaves? Qingyang smiled when he heard this, slave, he used to be a slave too.

"Then why are you here now, why are my meridians sealed?"

"Why did I show up? I don't know, I was silent for a long time, and suddenly I received some strong induction, and then I woke up! As for your meridians, have you forgotten what happened yesterday?" said the sword slave with a smile.

"Yesterday's incident? Oh, that's right! That damn old thief Ouyang performed a heaven-snatching demon sacrifice on me, and then that black qi sealed my meridians! Damn!" Qing Yang suddenly remembered yesterday's incident, and immediately gritted his teeth.

"You don't have to, you have your own arrangements. This is your chance!" said the sword slave mysteriously.

"Serendipity?"

"My appearance is a chance!"

"You?"

"That's me! I just woke up from a deep sleep, and my memory is incomplete, but from the only memory I have, I can conclude that my master is a terrible existence, and I, as his sword slave, will naturally not be far behind! And if you get this sword, then you are the young master!" The sword slave said these words in one breath, but Qingyang listened to it, and he didn't feel any adulteration from him, as if it was originally like this.

"Your master?" Qingyang was still puzzled, who was the master of the sword dancing?

"I have no memory about my host. I'm afraid that only when your strength reaches a certain level will we be able to wake up from our memory!"

"My master, I don't know how terrible it is, but what you did yesterday is the tip of the iceberg in his liliang, not even the tip of the iceberg. ”

"What! that terrible liliang yesterday, is it his?"

"That's right! This sword was given to you! I'm not the sword master of this sword, that's because this sword has another sword spirit! It's just that at the moment, I can't wake it up!"

"Yes, I don't know why I'm asleep, but if I'm asleep, then the sword spirit is naturally asleep. If you want to know everything, it's very simple, your strength has gone up, then it will all fall into place. The sword slave said eloquently.

Qingyang was startled at first when he heard this, but then a bitterness melted in his mouth, and said: "Strength? Hehe, you see that I am now, the meridians are sealed, like a waste, what kind of strength!"

"Haha, don't worry! I said, this is your chance!" the sword slave said with a smile.

"Serendipity?" Qingyang still didn't understand.

When the sword slave heard this, he smiled but didn't say anything, but smiled playfully at Qingyang's arms, and said, "How long are you going to hide?"

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