Dong Yan watched the battle situation, this battle was too difficult and dangerous, eight Ling Xujing fought around one person, this is simply unimaginable, this is also Wu Jian's strength, otherwise if he changed to another Ling Xujing to enter, it is estimated that he would be torn apart by joining forces in an instant.

Dong Nan still has great hopes for Wu Jian, firstly, he believes in Wu Jian, and secondly, these eight human skins all exude the aura of Ling Xujing, but judging from the situation just now, the strength should be uneven, except for three or four who can really match Ling Xujing, the rest are just barely reaching the realm of Ling Xujing.

The sword qi in front of him shattered layers of black clouds, Dong Nan stretched out his hand in front of his forehead, and after Wu Jian forced back a black robe with a sword, the sword qi turned a corner.

Zhuo Renxue was not in a hurry, before the sword qi came, someone made a move, and a great gravitational force descended on this place, sucking the sword qi out of thin air.

Zhuo Renxue pointed to the human skin who absorbed the sword qi into the black robe with great interest, and explained: "The closed-door disciple of Ciyuan Mountain, who is famous for his secret technique of absorbing Yuan with one hand, is said to have been cultivated by Ciyuan Mountain as the future mountain master, but it's a pity, just like you, he is also immeasurable, and finally exhausted his aura and died, and the most infuriating thing is that he never touched a corner of my clothes until he died, it is estimated that he is not blind, you take a good look, this may also be your end." ”

Wu Jian snorted coldly, but then smiled and said: "You are also quite interesting, besieging me with this group of people, and now showing this kind of strength, aren't you afraid that they will also deal with you like me?"

Zhuo Renxue smiled and said nothing, but maybe it was to make Wu Jian's death a little clearer, Zhuo Renxue finally sneered: " There are many reasons to want to kill you, not only because you are strong and stand in my way, as for whether I am afraid of being besieged by everyone, of course I am afraid, but I am different from you, I will not show off my skills and be a hero, I must have fled as soon as possible, it is a big deal to remember who made a move on me, and it would be good to come back in retaliation afterwards, I can't accept an act like you who is determined to die, no way, we have no way to cultivate in the mountains and fields, but it's a pity to die. ”

Zhuo Renxue didn't delay his speech when he spoke, and just as he was talking to Wu Jian, a long knife as black as ink appeared in the hand of one of the black-robed people who brought Wu Jian the most trouble, and the ghostly figure flickered, and the long knife had already been slashed from the air with ten thousand momentum!

As soon as the thought arises, all things are born, Wu Jian's thoughts are faster than his movements, if the natal flying sword has spirituality, under the control of Wu Jian's mind, it actually takes the initiative to meet it, and rubs a string of sparks with the blade.

The thin palm skin of the figure wielding the knife poked out of the black robe, and as soon as the fingers pinched, the obscure voice sounded from Wu Jian's ears, as if blowing open the door to the underworld, in the dark river, there was a small boat flowing with the water, and Wu Jian was on top of this small boat.

Magic!

Wu Jian's eyes closed and opened, no matter how many times he used the meditation method, after opening his eyes, it was still this gloomy scene, even if he recited the illusion mantra.

"Woo..."

At the end of the river, there is a sky-high gate, the material of the door is not clear in the dark, but the moment he sees the door, there is a sense of vicissitudes and ancient times in Wu Jian's heart, and the gate is getting closer and closer, and there is a resonance behind the door, and at the same time, the river speed is accelerating, and it will soon enter the door.

The dark river water does not reflect the blue sky, like the law of heaven, and there is a voice rumbling, "Send you into the Yellow Spring!"

The tide rises, and in the vast dark sight, Wu Jian stood on the undulating bow of the boat, and laughed: "I don't want to go to Huangquan, who can send me!"

The sound of the sword seemed to come from outside the sky, through the barriers, and the clatter sound sounded overhead, and the sun shone through here, shining on the bow boy.

As soon as the world changed in front of him, Wu Jian held the natal sword, and in the hidden illusion of the sword body, he opened the long knife that dripped black ink, and drew a sword mark on the black robe, no blood was seen, but an object similar to white ash flowed out of the body of the black-robed man.

Zhuo Renxue praised it: "It's not a treasure discovered by my discerning eyes, so quickly I can break free from this old ghost's Huangquan maze, I suffered a lot under this trick at the beginning." ”

The figure holding the long knife was killed by Zhuo Renxue in the sea crossing realm, after an unimaginable vicious battle, was killed by Zhuo Renxue himself, peeled off the skin, refined into a puppet tool, and was not allowed to rest in peace after death, at the mercy of others, but because the Zhuo Renren realm was not enough, it was impossible to let this pair of skins exert the strength of crossing the sea realm, and could only retain about seventy or eighty percent of the strength, but in his collection, it was also the strongest one.

The pain of cutting the skin is of course not painful or itchy for these unconscious dead human skins, the old man under the black robe slashed wildly, the long knife brings up thousands of phantoms, the attack method is weird, it is difficult to defend, often just block the first knife, the second knife has already come.

The swords were staggered, the sparks were innumerable, and cracks began to appear on Wu Jian's natal flying sword that were difficult to see with the naked eye, and every time they collided, the rift extended a point on the sword body.

It's not that Wu Jian's natal flying sword is not strong enough, on the contrary, Jiandang Mountain has a high evaluation of Wu Jianyun's "hidden" sword, and even on top of the twenty-eighth sword in Jiandang Mountain, one of the ancestors of Jiandang Mountain has commented on the eight-character comment, "The sword has no trace, and it is extremely hidden", the reason why there are cracks on the sword body now is because Wu Jian has not been completely refined, and is in the stage of recuperation, and the natal flying sword is not in a stable state. Starting.. m..

While fighting with the old man, Wu Jian kicked away the black robe that was attacking him from his side, and shouted.

"Up!"

The natal flying sword in the palm of the palm is stacked and raised, and Wu Jian's hand is like a long sword lotus flower, which is full of buds waiting to be released, and the flower branches are spread and bloom in the wind.

After the lotus flower blooms, the fragrance comes out, and after the sword flower blooms, what comes out is an illusory and condensed sword qi long sword!

The eight Ling Xujing who were besieging Wu Jian were forced by the sword qi to retreat continuously, buying Wu Jian an extremely precious little time.

With so many sieges in the Ling Void Realm, it has also consumed himself, Wu Jian understands that there is no point in fighting with these puppet human skins, capture the thief and capture the king first, and only by defeating Zhuo Renxue can this dilemma be solved.

An extremely dazzling sword light bloomed from Wu Jian's palm, and the three-foot-long Natal Flying Sword swallowed a seven-foot-long sword qi, and the aura revealed by Wu Jian at this moment shocked everyone present.

"Is this desperate? Standing so far away, I can feel the threat of death from the sword. ”

"It's time to gamble, or death will happen sooner or later. ”

"Which sect is he, his strength is really incredible, with this sword alone, I guess he won't be able to resist casually when crossing the sea realm, right?"

Airplanes!

The Great Han Sword made a sword sound because of Wu Jian's sword, and this was the first time that Dong Nan had been hooked by other sword qi since he mastered this sword.

Wu Jian's robe was hunting, his expression was solemn and solemn at this moment, and all the points in his body were opened, and the aura was thick and could not be dissolved.

"Nothing!"

Wu Jian shouted angrily, and the sword light on the natal flying sword rose into the air, and after breaking away from the sword body, it rose against the storm!

Seven feet changed to one zhang, one zhang became seven zhang, and when Zhuo Renxue was in front of him, it was already dozens of zhang in size, a churning scene of a dragon going out to sea.

Zhuo Renxue was not in a hurry, so he simply chose not to move.

He doesn't move, it doesn't mean that he gives up resistance, and he makes another move!

In front of Wu Jian's sword, the black-robed man who flashed in front of the sword qi just resisted the sword, and his palms were immediately annihilated, the black robe was as small as a mustard seed, and it was swirled into the sword qi, after all, it was just a dead man's skin, and it was not appropriate to describe it as a broken body, and it was wiped out in the world.

Zhuo Renxue didn't expect that Ling Xujing, who was hiding beside him, couldn't stop it at all, the sword momentum was only slightly reduced, there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and the hands hidden in his sleeves were raised, and under the light of the sword light, ten silver filaments danced wildly.

Sun Yan sighed: "It's been more than ten years, and I finally see the "silk" again. ”

Dong Nan said curiously: "Silk?"

Sun Yan was not very hostile to Dong Nan, on the contrary, he had a good impression.

Shan Zeye Xiu has experienced a lot alone, and he has a suspicion and suspicion of everyone, worried that he has other intentions, and he is unwilling to have a heart-to-heart relationship with others, so he has few friends around him, just like Sun Yan and Zhuo Renxue, although they are not real friends, but they don't fight as soon as they meet, and they are already considered to have a good relationship between the two people, so Sun Yan feels that it is difficult for Dong to stand here as a friend, which is very rare.

"Drawing silk is the name of the silver wire that moves with Brother Zhuo's ten fingers, don't underestimate it, this is a low-grade spiritual treasure, and with the secret technique of peeling cocoons, if Brother Zhuo does not die against the enemy, then he will only get stronger and stronger, so strong that I will be discouraged by waiting. ”

Peeling off the cocoon, drawing the silver thread, peeling off the cocoon, the dancing silver thread is attached to the sword qi, just like a line of blood in the eyes of the person, covered with the sword qi.

The Tibetan Treasure Realm is the treasure of the small casting mountain, but the most of the treasures are the grade of magic weapons, and then most of the remaining ones are the lower grade spirit treasures, which are cast by some casting masters on the small casting mountain, as the foundation suppressed in the Tibetan military realm, the top two heavy treasures in the past, is the rank of the medium-grade spirit treasure, but it is extremely rare, as for the top grade spirit treasure, the small casting mountain is only one piece, even if it is generous, it will not be given to outsiders as a fateful thing.

The lower grade spirit treasure is enough for the Ling Xuan Realm and the Sea Crossing Realm, the "silk" looks soft, but it is actually indestructible, a few silver filaments are randomly plucked in the sword qi, and the remaining two silver ropes twisted into a small thumb thickness actually strung from the sword qi and slowly wound down along Wu Jian's natal flying sword.

The natal long sword came with a vibration that Wu Jian could only experience, and was bound by a low-grade spirit treasure like this, and the flying sword that had not yet been refined was a little powerless, and the cracks on the sword began to expand, and it could be broken on the spot at any time, hurting Wu Jian's avenue.

Ordinary people may choose to collect the sword at this time, after all, it is a painstakingly cultivated natal flying sword, once it is broken, it is likely that it will be difficult to refine for the rest of his life, but Wu Jian is not an ordinary person, at this moment, Wu Jian's sword heart is becoming more and more clear.

The sword is shatterable, but it cannot be retreated!

The sword intent was high, Zhuo Renxue suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the shock force of the lower grade Lingbao "drawing" and breaking coupled with the sword qi that shone violently like the scorching sun, Zhuo Renxue flew out obliquely, and his left arm was "broken and connected", leaving only a little skin and flesh connected together.

Enduring the severe pain, Zhuo Renxue couldn't understand that Wu Jian could have stopped and continued to look for opportunities, why did he have to rather blow up the natal flying sword than damage his "thread"? Isn't this hurting 800 enemies and 1,000 self-losses?

"Wu Jian", Dong Nan hesitated in his heart, thinking that Wu Jian had righteously told him not to go over to help, Dong Nan still stood in place and did not move.

In addition to helping each other, friends also need to truly understand.

Zhuo Renxue was hit hard, but Wu Jian was not much better.

After the natal flying sword was shattered, Dong Nan felt Wu Jian's breath fall down all of a sudden, becoming languishing, and at the same time gasping for breath.

"This friend of yours is amazing. ”

As soon as Sun Yan said a word, he found that the long sword of the young man beside him had been raised slightly, and he couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't worry, I don't mean to make a move, I just sigh from the bottom of my heart." ”

Dong Nan did not take it lightly, not only to guard against the person next to him, but also to guard against someone secretly attacking Wu Jian, Dong Nan said: "The heart of guarding against people is indispensable. ”

Sun Yan felt that this young man was a bit like a mountain and a wild cultivator, so cautious, he really didn't take it lightly at all.

"I have no grievances with your friend, the previous shot was just to follow the general trend and get rid of competitors, now he is in this state, there is no threat to me, with you by his side, I don't want to do something useless", Sun Yan smiled at Dong Nan and said: "Just leave, you and I will see you when Chongbao is born." ”

In Sun Yan's opinion, even if Wu Jian shattered his natal sword and his strength declined, Dong Nan's group of people was still not to be underestimated, and they were destined to meet him again in the final battle for the treasure, so Sun Yan said to Zhuo Renxue, who was struggling to get up, Brother Zhuo take care, and turned into a wisp of light smoke and left here.

Wu Jian kept panting, suppressing the inexplicable pain coming from his heart, sweating profusely, he raised his head and said, "How about it?"

Zhuo Renxue gritted her teeth and took a pill, the feeling of almost breaking her arm is not something that anyone has experienced, after the "thread" break, the eight Ling Xujing who surrounded Wu Jian were not manipulated, and they all fell, relying on Wu Jian's few black robes that had been broken in half under the wear and tear of the sword qi, revealing the shriveled remnants inside, Zhuo Renxue was full of unwillingness and distress, and couldn't tell whether to laugh or smile bitterly, after laughing, the man held his shoulder, shook his head and said: "It's not good, don't fight, you're a madman." ”

Wu Jian's strength has dropped to a good level, after all, he still has a few friends by his side, and he is alone, Zhuo Renxue has exposed so much strength this time, lest he will be remembered by someone with a heart, and he is unwilling to stay here for a long time, and there are injuries to recuperate, Zhuo Renxue used the escape method and disappeared from everyone's sight.

However, just as Zhuo Renxue was worried, after he left, several figures chased after him in an instant.

"Can you still move? Do you need me to help you?"

Wu Jianqiang put out a smile, "Replace the support that helped me with the clothes of admiration, I may sound more comfortable." ”

At the moment when Wu Jian fell, Dong Nan pressed one hand on his shoulder, and at the same time, wisps of true qi came out of his palm, helping Wu Jian stabilize the shattered injury of the Natal Flying Sword in his body.

Wu Jian tried to stand still, signaling Dong Nan not to continue to transmit true qi to him, and said with a wry smile: "Alas, I really stepped on stinky shit, the shit luck didn't go up, and there were a lot of unlucky things. ”

If he knew that this trip to Shenzhou would lose the sword and shatter the natal flying sword, Wu Jian would not have gone down the sword mountain if he was killed, but now it is good, the natal flying sword is broken, and his sword cultivation can be regarded as the end, Wu Jian Wu Jian, there is no sword.

Iron Sledgehammer and Huang Hanshan also rushed over, Dong Yan saw Wu Jian lying on the ground on all fours, and persuaded: "Wu Jian, don't be discouraged, I have seen in the book that someone can sacrifice another one after the natal flying sword is broken, and I believe you will be able to do it too." ”

After the Natal Flying Sword is shattered, there is indeed a chance to reappear in the world after the sacrifice is refined, but the cost is unimaginable, and it requires sword cultivation to maintain great perseverance after the Natal Flying Sword is broken, which is a difficult thing.

Whose natal flying sword is broken, will it not produce emotions?

There is no predicament in the world, most of them are self-imprisoned, easy to get in and out, and they are just self-trapped.

Wu Jian is not the kind of person who will vent his emotions to his friends, sad and sad, but he didn't send this bad anger to Dong Nan, "Dong Nan, what is written in the book is a lie, which book is not all persuading people to think about it, okay to see? ”

Dong Nan was relieved: "Since it is written in the book, there will always be a way." ”

Wu Jian drooped his shoulders, and then said: "My sword cultivator in the Ling Void Realm, I know that my realm is hopeless, and I still have to believe in those unreal successes, Dong Nan, how can I tell you, let me give you an analogy, it's like a person who knows that he is going to die in ten years, it's sad enough, but someone told him that as long as he does what he does, he can live longer, which is good, but how to do it? Can it be done? How many of them have been done?"

Wu Jian lowered his head and said, "Dong Nan, if you say it, if it were you, would you believe it?"

Iron Sledgehammer and Huang Hanshan are a little strange, obviously Wu Jian was seriously injured, why did Dong Nan's face become so pale?

How? Can it be done?

Would you believe it?

Every sentence slammed heavily on Dong Nan's heart lake, setting off a splash.

How to become a Yuan Infant Realm? Can you become a Yuan Infant Realm?

Should I trust my uncle and believe in myself?

"Dong Nan, do you believe it in exchange for you?"

Suddenly, pictures flashed in Dong Nan's mind.

There are old people teaching children to read and write, there are tinkling in the blacksmith shop, there is a table of delicious dishes and wine, there are old people dressed as scholars on the mountain peaks whispering softly, and there are lazy backs on the golden willow peaks.

Beautiful and nostalgic.

Some have passed away, some cannot be lost.

It should be cherished.

Dong Nan burst into tears, and replied softly but seriously: "I am willing to believe it." ”

A ray of sword light flashed from the boy's body.

In the territory of the Tibetan army, the clouds and mist tend to disperse, everything begins, and there is spring.

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