In the dojo, the sword pills flew quickly, blood splashed everywhere, and one after another figures and rabbits fell, collided and separated, and fell into a fierce battle.

There was a mess in all directions, the cabinet shelves were toppled and shattered, and the armor, sword targets, and swordsmanship cheats were scattered all over the ground. Zhi Hunt really didn't look at it, sacrificed the Ecstasy Silk, and used a small body technique all the way, wearing flowers and trees to avoid the battle groups everywhere, and quickly sneaked to the inner room of the dojo. The yarrow man has already discovered clearly, and the supreme secret of the flying sword technique is hidden here.

The two disciples of the Sword Pill Flying Heaven Stream guarded the door, and the Sword Pill danced with a cold glow, like a tight barrier, firmly blocking the city guards who were attacking the inner room outside, and it was difficult to enter an inch.

Zhi Hunt's heart moved slightly, and the ecstasy silk floated into the battle circle, hanging among the crowd, flashing a dark red strange light. The carp man's movements were all stunned, his expression was confused, and he said in his mouth: "Grass and mud horses." ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen took advantage of the situation to pass through the crowd and pounced into the inner room. After a few breaths, everyone reacted. The faces of the two disciples of the Sword Pill Flying Heaven changed greatly, and they wanted to turn back and pursue, but they were entangled by the city guards and couldn't get out. Many city guards were covered in blood and their intestines were rotten, but they were still not afraid of death, and launched waves of crazy offensives, as if they didn't feel the pain at all.

With a soft "click", the yarrow man opened the colorful gold box enshrined in the inner room, took out a colorful blister, and handed it to Zhi Hunt Zhen as if offering a treasure.

The blisters are about the size of a human head, expanding and contracting rhythmically like breathing, and the tentacles are flexible and thick, stinging slightly, exuding the sharp aura of hardware, which is the supreme secret book of the Sword Pill Flying Heavenly Stream, which can only be passed on by the inheritors of the dojo.

"If you put this thing to your heart, you can pass it on. Meng Meng said happily.

Chikari grabbed the blister and pressed it to his chest. The blisters can't help but expand and contract, and gradually match the rhythm of the heartbeat. When the two were synchronized, the blister burst with a "poof", Zhi Zhenzhen's heart twitched suddenly, and countless pictures of cultivating flying swords flashed one by one. The most bizarre thing is that this flying sword inheritance seems to be directly transformed into the instinct of the body through the heart, clear and complete, and will never be forgotten again.

After dozens of breaths, Zhi Hunt Zhen opened the way with ecstasy silk, passed through the encirclement, and infiltrated the Streamer Sword Technique Dojo, once again succeeded in inheriting the blister, and turned to the Shadow Sword Technique Dojo without stopping. Compared to before, the Ecstasy Silk is much shorter, and if it is used several times, it will be ineffective.

Zhi Hunt has already calculated properly, instigating these carp people to infighting, which can not only force the mastermind behind the scenes to appear, but also take the opportunity to seize the secret legends of the major sword halls. He didn't have time to learn the sword slowly, and the white jade dice in the sea of knowledge became more and more blurred, as if they would disappear at any time, and there was not much time left in the Tianhe Realm.

"Boom!" the air wave exploded, sword light flew out, and the sound of thunderous strikes resounded all around. Zhi Hunt Zhen turned his head to look, and in mid-air, the figures of the golden-bearded carp and the fierce battle of the city lord suddenly separated. The castle lord spurted blood from his mouth and fell from the sky, and two long swords opened cracks that were visible to the naked eye, and shards peeled off from the edges.

"The victory and defeat have been decided, please go back to the city lord. The figure of the golden carp man turned upside down, and a sword light spun and turned into a sword pill, flying to his feet, and the sword light rolled like a wave, holding the golden carp man firmly in the air.

The lord of the city held the ground with his sword, staring at the golden-bearded carp, and blood mixed with rain trickled down from the carp. "Whoever tries to stop me will die!" he roared with his teeth, his body quickly blurred, and the sword qi was like a raging wave, winding around the twin swords, and the rain was swept into the ripples of the sword qi, forming a growing rotating column of water.

"Are you crazy, do you really want to die?" the golden-bearded carp man was suspicious and angry, and the sword pill spun around. Could it be that the other party has fallen into some evil, otherwise how could he be so vicious?

Wisps of black mist seeped out from the waves of sword qi, "Eat you!" The black mist surged, sending out a beastly roar into the air.

"You brought it on yourself!" said angrily, opening his mouth to swallow the sword pill, instantly blurring, and the whole person turned into a human-shaped sword pill, like a round of bright moon that was turning, and the cold light of the forest overflowed, making a deafening roar.

Zhi Jia really hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to go to the dojo first, or stay to watch this peak kendo duel. "Buzz—" The sword bag around his waist vibrated suddenly, and the dark pattern lit up like water waves.

"Bang!" Ah Dao's figure flew out of the sword hall like a projectile, fell heavily to the ground, rolled a few times, and was covered in mud.

"Hey, it's the kid who carries the black pot!" Meng Meng shouted, "He's dead, and he hasn't died yet." ”

Zhi Zhenzhen looked through the crowd, and Ah Dao turned over with difficulty, stretched out his hand tremblingly, supported the ground, and slowly stood up on his knees. "Master's ...... Sword Pavilion ......" His face turned pale and staggered towards the gate of the Sword Pavilion, blood gushing out from the corners of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

"Bang!" a carp warrior was slashed by the sword of the city guard, and slammed into it diagonally, and Ah Dao fell into a gourd on the ground, his mouth slammed to the ground, and blood splashed down his collapsed teeth.

The sword sac vibrated even more violently, and Shin Zhijia held down the sword sac, trying to hold it down. However, the harder I pushed, the more I couldn't hold it down, as if there was an unruly force about to rush out of it.

Ah Dao lay on the ground, raised his head a little, the rain kept flowing down his eyelids, and the door of the Sword Pavilion was blurry as if it was shaking, and it was so far away that it seemed to be above the Tianhe.

But Tianhe never belonged to him.

He also does not belong to Tianhe.

Dao gritted his teeth, grasped the ground with his ten fingers, and crawled forward with difficulty. He was really useless, and he couldn't even defend Master's last sword hall. The screeching sound of the blade came from all directions, and the pursuing city guards stepped on his back, as did the carp warriors who pounced. He coughed and vomited blood, like a carp leaving the lake, convulsing in pain on the dry shore.

Zhi Hunt Zhen's face suddenly changed, and his palm was violently bounced open by the sword bag, and the invisible and qualitative power rushed out, like an unstoppable whistling sound.

Ah Dao bent his knees and rubbed forward a little. The monkey spirit was right, he was a scrap. His cheeks rubbed against the rough ground, and the muddy water ran into his mouth, bitter and salty.

Zhi Jia Zhen glanced at Ah Dao deeply, clenched the hilt of the sword, and Meng Meng sensed the young man's killing intent. But after a moment, she saw Shinshi release the hilt of her sword.

The sword sac floated on its own, turning into gray and mysterious water lines, swinging like ripples.

"This is probably the legendary Horcrux, known as the treasure of the Dao Gate and the Demon Gate, and even the first-class family gate valve of the Great Jin Dynasty may not be able to have one. Zhi Kari really looked at the rippling water ripples and admired softly. According to the Houfu Collection, blades and magic weapons with souls are called Horcruxes. They are also a special kind of race, infinitely powerful, with their own magical powers, they can transform into human form, listen, speak, walk, move, and feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness like humans. Because Horcruxes have autonomous souls, they are extremely difficult to subdue.

"Then why don't you ......," Meng Mengda glanced at Ah Dao with bad intentions.

Zhi Hunt Zhen said calmly: "Horcrux has the pride of Horcrux, and I also have mine. ”

A gray-clothed man emerged quietly from the ripples, his face was ordinary, and his gray eyes were like the sky before dawn. The man in gray took a step, traveled a distance of dozens of zhang, and came to Ah Dao's side.

Ah Dao laughed miserably, grabbed the rock threshold of the Sword Pavilion, his face was drenched, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Even if you die, you have to die in the Sword Pavilion.

"Adao. The man in gray leaned down and looked at the boy quietly. The silent sound of the sword swayed from his body, and the approaching carp people shattered one after another, turning into flesh and blood.

"Are you ......" Ah Dao looked at the man in gray blankly, he had never seen him, but he felt indescribably familiar, and he had been in a trance for a long time.

"From the day you were adopted by your master and entered the sword hall, you didn't like to practice swords. The man in gray even spoke in an ordinary voice, "You don't like swords at all. But every time, the sword in the Sword Pavilion is maintained and wiped by you. If there's a little dust on the floor, you'll wipe it clean too. Why do you want to do this? Why do you want to stay here, why would you rather die than die in the Sword Pavilion?"

Ah Dao buried his head and burst into tears.

"Ah Dao, what you do is actually kendo too. The man in gray smiled gently, "The carp is limited to the way of the sword, but the way of the sword is limited to the carp? I don't like to practice the sword, so what does it matter? Not all swords must be held in the hand." ”

"I ......"

"But Ah Dao, the carp must always have a sword of his own. Whether it's in your hand or in your heart. ”

"Yes. Ah Dao looked at the shattered sword hall, and tears welled up again.

"Da Yin Xisheng, the real sword is useless, you have done a good job. The man in gray helped Ah Dao up, his expression solemn, "You have won my respect." My name is Xisheng, the ancient sword bag, and I would like to conclude a soul covenant with you. ”

Ah Dao opened his mouth in confusion: "I, I don't quite understand." You...... Are you the sword bag?"

Xi Sheng bowed his head silently, stretched out the ring finger of his left hand, and stained a little blood on the wound on Ah Dao's forehead, and pointed it on his eyebrows.

The crimson blood seeped into Xisheng's skin and disappeared. Suddenly, Ah Dao had an intimate feeling of being connected to each other's hearts and minds.

"With the oldest blood oath of the Horcrux, with Tianhe as a witness, from now on you and I will share glory and disgrace, accompanied by blessings and misfortunes!" The man in gray suddenly turned into a sword bag, suspended in front of the young man, and said in a sacred and simple voice, "People are in the sword, people are dead and the sword is dead!"

Ah Dao slowly turned his head and looked at the Sword Pavilion blankly. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out with a trembling hand, grasped the sword bag, and clenched what he thought he would never like to hold in his life.

"The sword is in the people, the sword is dead!" he raised his head, tears flowed down, and the waves of the heavenly river shimmered in his pupils.