In a hurricane, the most difficult thing is not to stabilize your body, but to block your vision, you may be able to see the broken sword from the outside, but in the hurricane, you can't see anything but yellow sand.

The stones in the hurricane are fleeting, and if you don't get the right time, they will fall.

The wooden sword in his hand had been destroyed after resisting a stone that had hit him once, and he could only resist with his body later.

Qin Luo's flesh and blood were also unbearable after being tempered by special medicinal materials, and the exposed skin was cut out of small wounds.

The wind is blowing harder and stronger, and more and more things are swept in, and the resistance is gradually increasing.

Qin Luo's heart was very calm, and his footsteps did not stop, as if he had climbed a ladder to the sky, and he approached the broken sword little by little.

When he was still more than a zhang away from the broken sword, Qin Luo took out something from the storage bag, which was a rope made of rhinoceros tendons, and the other end was tied to a wooden sword.

Before coming, she went to the stewardship of Zhengyang Peak to receive a lot of wooden swords.

Throwing the wooden sword, he was instantly swept into the hurricane, the rope in his hand rotated, Qin Luo was like a person holding a kite string, after the rope was exhausted, Qin Luo was taken up, and slammed into something in the hurricane, the shark on her head didn't know where it was blown to, she could only close her eyes, hold her head, and curl up.

Until the wooden sword is close to the broken sword, it wraps the broken sword in a circle.

By the time Broken Sword sensed Qin Luo's approach, it had been completely bound, and it was impossible to escape.

Qin Luo, with his hair scattered and his body full of wounds, hung on the broken sword and relied on the rope to climb the rock.

Finally, the broken sword was held.

After the broken sword was caught, the wind formed by the hurricane no longer rotated, but all smashed towards Qin Luo, Qin Luo held the broken sword with both hands, and let the wind hit his body like a fist, like a sandbag, he could only make a muffled snort.

After the wind weakened, the scorpions on the ground were connected together, like a wall, slowly climbing upward.

The broken sword was restrained, not to be outdone, and took Qin Luo up and down, but unfortunately, Qin Luo was like a dog skin plaster, he just didn't let go.

"Poof......" Qin Luo's chest and abdomen hurt and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The broken sword was afraid of being contaminated, so it was blocked with gravel.

This sword has a spirit!

The scorpions in the ground gathered more and more, and they had steadily blocked the wind, and the hurricane dispersed in an instant.

The yellow sand that exposed the ground, a huge whirlpool appeared on the yellow sand, and countless scorpions came out of it.

Seeing this, the broken sword didn't care about Qin Luo, the sword aura suddenly grew, and with a bang, the blade was aimed at the whirlpool, and smashed directly from the sky.

As soon as Qin Luo opened her eyes, she faced countless scorpions, and the tail of the scorpion was about to smash into her eyes, Qin Luo let go, protected her head again, and smashed down from such a high place, not dead but also injured.

The broken sword was forced to be tied to the wooden sword, and the other end of the rope on his body was attached to Qin Luo's hand, allowing Qin Luo to enter the whirlpool with him.

Under the whirlpool is hollow, and there is an ink sword in the air that exudes a black breath, and the target of the broken sword is it, and the two swords clash, and sparks collide with each other.

After this sound, there were countless sword sounds from below, and the sound of clanging was endless, Qin Luo only felt that his ears and brain were full of this kind of voice,

I couldn't bear it for a while, and there were blood stains from my mouth, nose and ears.

The system sealed Qin Luo's ears in time and kept her awake.

Qin Luo saw clearly that a huge white bone on the ground was full of sharp swords, the blade was red, and the black aura emitted by the hilt flowed to the ink sword in the air.

Half of the white bones were buried in the scorpion pile, and the exposed bones were so large that they occupied almost the entire cavern, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a snake or a dragon.

The ink sword was unstoppable, and it attacked the broken sword again, and the attack of the ink sword fell on the wooden sword, the wooden sword shattered, and the rope was broken.

Qin Luo was thrown out with a snap and smashed on the rock next to the cave.

The wind rose from the ground with the broken sword, and countless scorpion corpses rolled up from below, forming a small tornado.

The black tornado swept through the entire cave, the ink sword couldn't resist, the sword qi was great, the sword under it kept trembling, detached from the white bones, gathered in front of the ink sword, aimed at the tornado, and ten thousand arrows fired together, bound to break the tornado.

Qin Luo grabbed a rock and crouched on it, his face changed slightly, the broken sword and the ink sword were like two sword cultivators fighting, the sword momentum was terrifying, and it made people palpitate.

Although the broken sword was broken, it did not damage its sword momentum, the tornado swallowed all those swords, and then struck the sword back, and in an instant, the ink sword rotated the sword body, and knocked down all the swords that turned around.

The sword light flew in the sky, and the stone chips were flying, Qin Luo saw a piece of scattered white bone not far away, and quickly picked it up and blocked it in front of him, and in an instant, several long swords fell on her side, all of which were blocked by white bones, and then looked at the long sword that went deep into the rock next to her, and felt very thrilling.

"It's horrible. ”

The follow-up strength of the broken sword is insufficient, the wind gradually stops, the ink sword sees the opportunity, and the corpse-like scorpion comes to life again, surging towards the broken sword along the wind flow, and in less than a moment, the broken sword has been wrapped in impenetrable wind, and only the sound of rustling echoes in the cave.

The broken sword was engulfed by a tornado that rolled up on its own.

Seeing that the defeat of the broken sword had been revealed, Mo Jian turned the sword body and appeared in front of Qin Luo in an instant, Qin Luo's face was full of surprise, because the tip of the Mo Sword was aimed at her throat.

The white bone fragment in his hand left uncontrollably and returned to the pile of bones behind the ink sword.

Qin Luo couldn't figure out the meaning of the ink sword, the preserved scorpion corpse in the desert was its sentinel, and the long sword on the white bone was its personal guard, it was a coincidence or a plan that it was brought here......

Just as Qin Luo was about to escape, two words appeared in the air?

Good. Evil.

What do you mean?

Is the sword divided between good and evil, or is it the man who divides good into evil?

Before Qin Luo could come up with an answer, the rustling sound on the side of the short sword became louder and louder, and then with a bang, the broken sword came out of the scorpion pile, and when he saw two words in the air, the tip of the broken sword slashed straight out.

The strong wind carried the sword qi and severed the blade of the ink sword in front of Qin Luo.

Qin Luo looked at the half-cut blade that fell in his hand in a daze, and now it had turned into two broken swords......

The ink sword was destroyed, and the font in the air disappeared, and there was a mournful sound.

He didn't care about Qin Luo anymore, and rushed towards the broken sword in an instant, the two swords collided strongly, and the endless sword qi roared in the cave, and even the ground was shattered.

When the cave was about to be destroyed, Qin Luo's body emitted a faint light, and a mysterious and unpredictable energy enveloped Qin Luo, Qin Luo only felt that her eyes changed, and she appeared in the yellow sand again.

It's as if what just happened was a fantasy.

The temperature was still hot, and the blood stains on his body were scorched into black scabs by the sun, and turned to ash when touched.

Qin Luo couldn't find any trace of the original, so he had to continue walking, the wooden sword hanging on his waist, and the broken blade of the ink sword wrapped around his sleeve.

When encountering yellow sand with different shades of color, I will poke it with a wooden sword and encounter quicksand.

After walking for nearly two hours, when Qin Luo, who was scattered in a cloak, poked a sandy area, he encountered a hard object, and after pulling it with a wooden sword, he found that it was a rectangular box.

Pushing back the fine sand, a golden-colored chest was revealed.

The delicate pattern on the chest is revealed, and it seems that there is no articulation, and there is no way to open it, only a groove embedded on each side of the box.

This box is not simple at first glance, Qin Luo thought about it and wanted to take out two high-grade spirit stones, and as soon as he approached the sides, the spirit stones in his hand were sucked into the groove.

The box shone brightly, constantly reassembling and twisting like a bracket.

A luxurious and extravagant golden long sword inlaid with various colors of spirit stones appeared in front of Qin Luo.

It was more elaborate and ornate than any sword she had ever seen.