Bai Mu didn't look back, he knew that the white water sword under his feet was breaking inch by inch: this five-grade spirit weapon that had already experienced too many collisions had withstood the impact of half a golden pill, and the sword just now amazed the world, but it was also a farewell to the world.

Along with the collapse of the sword body, there was also the entire dream realm, like countless mirrors cracking, and the figures of Bai Mu, the Spider Demon King, and the fallen Moon filled the entire space.

In the next second, Bai Mu returned to the wasteland of "night". The rollercoaster-like scene switch made Bai Mu a little disgusted.

He saw a rickety sword spirit in front of him who hadn't gone far, and realized that the battle he had experienced didn't last long in reality. He walked up to the sword spirit in three steps and two steps, only to see the appearance of a frail, blind-eyed young man.

"White?"

Bai Mu shouted tentatively, and the sword spirit looked blankly at the stranger in front of him, and there was some divine light in his eyes for a moment, but it soon dimmed again. Distant memories are like matches polished in the hunting wind, extinguished in an instant, and it is not enough for this sword spirit to recall the experience of 10,000 years ago.

Bai Mu watched the sword spirit float past him, and some questions choked in his throat: Maybe it's best not to remember anything.

Now he can probably understand what the origin of this sword mound is: the Sword Sect fell 10,000 years ago, and those broken swords should have turned into smoke and dust in history, but someone left the sword and sword spirit in this wasteland with great magical powers.

"White" them go berserk, but there are chains that limit their movements. "Night" they regain their freedom, but only the memory fragments of the last battle 10,000 years ago, they seem to have entered a state of self-isolation, and only retain the instinct to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage.

Bai Mu frowned and looked at those wandering sword spirits, if this "night" was as long as the night in the outside world, how could these unconscious sword spirits help them get out of this ghost place?

Bai Mu sat down cross-legged, trying to reproduce the mysterious state of "the unity of man and sword" that he had realized in his dream in reality: if he could really do this, "Zhen Wudang" under the Imperial Weapon Realm would probably not be a bragging.

Suddenly, a sword light struck, trying to kill Bai Mu, who had just sat down, on the spot!

Bai Mu just raised the corners of his mouth, and the bamboo leaf sword came out of his hand and turned to his back, easily intercepting the broken sword. He got to his feet:

"You think you're pretending to be good? The sparkle in your eyes can't be concealed at all, that kind of empty look can't be pretended!"

Bai Mu had long found that among the many sword spirits, there was a wandering eye, always sweeping towards him as if he was nothing, or the bamboo leaf sword in his hand. If the other party doesn't make a move, I'm afraid Bai Mu will have to take the initiative.

Bai Mu has already stood still, at this time, he is still very handy in dealing with a sword spirit of a five-grade spirit weapon, what he really needs is a guide who understands the situation, to tell him how to awaken the sword spirit of the three swords, how to get out of this barren sword shrine!

But what Bai Mu didn't expect was that the sword spirit hiding behind the hazy light mist missed a blow, and he chose to flee away immediately, trying to mix in with those ignorant sword spirits.

Bai Mu couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart: if he was missed by this guy, he had no way to guarantee that he would be able to find this already vigilant guy again in a group of sword spirits.

The bamboo leaf sword chased up, but it couldn't lock on to the figure of the sword spirit. Seeing that it was about to enter a group of sword spirits, Bai Mu shouted lightly: "Pivot Sword Diagram!"

The sword spirit's body trembled, and he looked back in a hurry, but found that it was just a long sword like a bamboo leaf, how could there be a so-called sword diagram?

But under Bai Mu's deception, he completely blocked the way for this sword spirit to escape. The bamboo leaf sword locked on the broken sword and the panicked sword spirit, and the murderous aura made the surrounding sword spirits instinctively avoid it, and a vacuum lot appeared in the wasteland.

Seeing that the only special sword spirit had nothing to hide, Bai Mu sighed and stepped forward unhurriedly: "I won't annihilate you, I just want to ask you a few questions." ”

The sword spirit still chose to fight to the death, but it was a pity that the sharp sword qi still couldn't escape the way of the Sword Sect, Bai Mu experienced the sword sect's swordsmanship in a dream, his palms were as clear as jade, and he slapped the broken sword in his palm, with a hint of anger in his tone:

"Be honest with me!"

This roar attacked with a divine spirit, and it actually blew away the mist that the sword spirit used to hide its body. Bai Mu watched the pair of antlers that appeared from the mist shrink his pupils, and almost broke the sword body in his hand!

"Originally, I had a lot of respect for the sword spirit here, but if it was you, it would be a different matter. ”

The young man behind the fog has a pair of antlers, and it is the sword spirit of Zhuang Ju who fled in the dream. Originally, I thought that if the young man who broke into the sword mound wanted to get words out of his mouth, he must not be able to kill him, but at this time, he was full of killing intent, and it was clear that he was going to kill if he didn't agree with him!

......

Outside the above-ground part of the Han Family's Hidden Sword Pavilion, there was quite a bit of sword pulling at this time.

The long swords of the Han family's guards were all the same, and the tall body of the captain of the guard was particularly conspicuous, and he roared angrily, his neck was suffocated:

"Formation!"

The Han family's guards did not have a bad seed under the Imperial Weapon Realm, and they formed a sword formation so that even ordinary Jin Dan could fight. Although the spirit vein is very taboo about such things as infighting, but at this time, they have already been beaten to the ancestral land, and of course it is impossible to give up.

Jian Lao Huai, who was surrounded by the sword array, straightened his waist, and his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring: "If I don't return my apprentice today, I will make a fuss in this Han family to see if anyone can stop my old bone!"

The captain of the guard was another neck, and the order to charge was about to blurt out, but he saw the old man holding a scroll of books under the eaves shaking his head, one of them jumped high after running, and the other knees pushed the captain of the guard into the air.

The members of the escort team couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the old man take down the captain of the escort as if he were walking in his own house in his own battle formation.

"Why are you still fighting?!Which blind person made you the captain?"

The tall and unusually tall captain of the guard was already foaming at the mouth under the knee, and was thrown away by the old man like a chicken boy at this time.

"Jian Laohuai, now that you have broken the enchantment, and you have beaten people, can you dissipate your anger first and listen to me figure out the ins and outs?"

Lao Rao Sword Domain only wrapped his body, and he insisted on carrying the sword Lao Huai's Dusk Sword Domain step by step towards the guy who was still domineering even though he was old.

"I guess you don't want to be short of guns. ”

w

【Xingeer】