Hearing Ming Dao's words, Bei Mingxiu showed a bright smile, at this time he had long lost the strength to stand up, but fortunately, the abundance of spiritual power in the ink array was far beyond his imagination, and it shouldn't take too much time for him to recover.

It wasn't until the end of the battle that he was finally able to replenish himself with the heavenly and humane absorption of spiritual power, and in the battle with less than half a burnt of incense, he sometimes even forgot to breathe, which shows that the power of Mingdao's sword is great and the oppressive force is strong, but the most important thing is that there is a little unknown meaning in it, which makes him a little afraid in his heart.

As if sensing the question of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, Ming Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "This is the Seven Killing Sword, in addition to the characteristic of not dying, the most important thing is the distrust of everything, whether it is a demon or a ghost, an immortal or a god, or even a relative, as long as it is in front of this sword, all of them will be killed with a sword." Of course, I wouldn't dare kill you with this sword. ”

Bei Ming Xiu said, "It's related to the Blood Demon Sword?"

"Clever. Ming Dao smiled with satisfaction, and the ink sword in his hand trembled slightly, but the thick ink on the sword never dissipated for half a minute. He looked around and continued, "This sword comes and goes quickly, do you want to guess which of these little girls can break the gift I gave them first." ”

Bei Ming Xiu said without hesitation: "A dream of the platform." ”

Ming Dao suddenly said with a bitter face: "You have so little confidence in your little wife and little sister?"

Bei Ming Xiu smiled: "They shouldn't be able to hear me now, I'm just speaking with facts." ”

"She's the oldest of us here, and she's the only one who has made the most firm choice. ”

"The normal choice that will occur at the moment of life and death, success is life, defeat is death, but Uncle Shi, your sword, you will not let them die. ”

"So the first one to break the game must be a dream of Taitai. ”

A hint of cunning flashed in Ming Dao's eyes, and he said, "Maybe you will guess wrong, do you want to make a bet?"

......

Yutai Yimeng didn't know that Bei Mingxiu had full confidence in herself, and even if she knew, she wouldn't pay any attention.

The closer she got to the ink sword, the more she saw, and now she could clearly feel the seemingly chaotic spiritual power riot in the ink sword.

Those riot-like trajectories can probably be counted as thirteen sword transport routes, and the thirteen sword moves of the thirteen swords of the Broken Dream are all gathered in this sword.

With the essence of thirteen swords into a sword, in front of this ink sword, even dreams can indeed be shattered.

Yutai Yimeng quickly found a way to break the game.

The ink sword that cast the thirteen swords of the Dream Shattering shook in all directions, disturbing the surrounding space at the same time, it fell into a state of light and scatter, that is, the group did not have polished ink, as long as it was put together, the tip of the Dream Sword was disturbed in the center of it at the fastest speed, even if it could not be smashed at once, it would be able to see the clouds and see the sun, and it would not be too passive.

Bei Ming Xiu has always felt that she is very compatible with the Snow Peak Sword Sect, and she and Si Xiang of the Snow Peak Sword Sect are indeed opponents and friends who are-for-tat to the point of playing out feelings, and then sympathizing with each other.

Even if there was only a slight possibility of success, as long as there was a slight chance of winning, she would do her best, and sometimes she was even more decisive than the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

This is also the reason why Bei Mingxiu firmly believes that she can be the first to break the game, they all belong to the kind of people who are very difficult to kill, it is not easy to kill, and it should not be difficult for her to break a killing game without real killing intent.

But just as she was about to collide with the ink sword, her movements slowed down, and her originally light body sank suddenly, although the speed did not decrease, it became much more clumsy, and the frightening dream in her hand did not show its edge, but fell back into the scabbard with layers of thoughts.

A dream of Tantai actually put away his sword at this critical time!

A dream of Yutai has been in the second place of the four swords of Fenghua for a long time, the name of the sword has long been spread all over the world, the battle method of integrating the idea and the way of the sword, there may only be a few people in the world, including her, and she is the strongest among them, the words "Nian" and "sword" together are her name, and her cultivation is also all on these two words. Now that she has put away her sword, she is almost half of her strength.

With her mind alone, how could she fight against this ink sword that could even mess with her thoughts?

Yutai Yimeng gritted her teeth, as if she had made some difficult decision, her jade hand suddenly reached out, and grabbed the ink sword that was close at hand, when she made a move, her wrist trembled slightly, and her five fingers looked a little dazzling, and if she said it directly, it was a twitch.

She had always fought with swords against the enemy, and this was the first time in an unarmed battle, and if a cultivator who was proficient in fists saw the movements of her hands, they would not think that she was dealing with the enemy's attack, but would only think that she was ill.

She didn't pay attention to the beauty of the movements, she always thought that in such a critical moment, the grace and chic of the moves and techniques were the most useless things.

Her hand reached into the edge of the ink sword, extremely fast and fast, and at this moment, her sleeves cracked inch by inch, revealing the flawless jade arm that deceived the frost and snow, but in the next second, this was like a work of art, and the little arm that people did not dare to blaspheme, there were countless chaotic blood marks, as the blood stains continued to deepen, the blood kept flowing, but in the blink of an eye, her arm was already scarred.

If an ordinary person is injured like this, let alone continue to use that arm to exert force, it will be a problem to hold back and not call, but Yutai Yimeng's face remains unchanged, and even his eyes do not show any hesitation, and the small arm that is still stained with blood continues to poke out, and the ink sword is heavily grasped inside, and the blood splatters out.

Her entire right arm was in tatters, the wound was spreading upwards, and her entire arm seemed to be shredded at any moment, but she had achieved her goal.

The inside of the ink sword experienced a stirring of her spiritual power, and the trajectory of the thirteen swords of the Shattered Dream was scattered, and it exploded directly, becoming a puddle of ink on the ground.

If Ming Dao planned to continue to add strength, these spiritual inks could still quickly gather and continue to shoot swords, but in this case, he would definitely not continue to attack.

If you continue to shoot, it will not be a trick, but a killer.

Ming Dao sighed helplessly, and said to the Northern Cultivator: "I calculated that she couldn't use a sword, but I didn't expect her to be so desperate." ”

If it weren't for the fact that he finally and urgently reined in some of the power of the Thirteen Swords of Shattered Dreams, Yutai Yimeng would have lost an arm by now.

His words suddenly made Yutai Yimeng react, now she is not only the ink sword in front of her, the Northern Meditation Cultivation and Ming Dao have reappeared in her field of vision, and there are two light black mist not far from her, which should be Yu Luoxia and Yuan Xue.

Yutai Yimeng, who quickly understood the situation, looked at Ming Dao with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

Ming Dao waved his hand and said: "Your current state is not suitable for continuing to fight, it is better to treat your injuries first." ”

Yutai Yimeng shook his head and said, "No." ”

In spite of this, she sat down and reached into her dress with her left hand, as if trying to take out some medicine, but her hand paused and quickly retracted it, not holding anything in her hand.

"No, you don't. ”

This is her explanation for this, and then she falls into a state of meditation and pranayama.

She had always carried a lot of healing medicines with her, and she didn't miss him during the time she was with the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but in fact, she really didn't need these.

Medication is just a disguise to disguise the need for medication.

From Ming Dao's intention hidden in the Thirteen Swords of Broken Dreams, she knew that Ming Dao had seen through her essence, and as for the Northern Meditation Cultivator, she had no intention of concealing it.

The identity she was thinking about had been seen through by herself not long ago, or rather, she admitted that now she is only looking for her own origins, as for the rest, just accept everything about herself, this is still taught to her by the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Whether it is the Netherworld Boy who is scolded by the world, or the leader of the Heavenly Dao Alliance who is now expected by everyone, the Northern Immortal Cultivator has always been the Northern Immortal Cultivator.

In the same way, no matter what, she is a dream.

The world's first and only dream of Taiwan.