Without any warning, the chains of the comfortable sword spirit suddenly broke, and even the crazy tall sword spirit had a happy smile on its face: it was almost angry with this guy jumping around!

The smile on Bai Mu's face gradually stiffened, but his feet were still jumping back and forth mechanically: "Hey?"

"Boom!"

The sword spirit smashed into the place where Bai Mu landed with a punch, but was dodged by Bai Mu's phantom-like body. Seeing that the tall sword spirit missed a blow, he slapped his chest like a beast like a few muffled thunderbolts, which really made Bai Mu afraid that it would hammer himself to death.

A sword spirit who has lost consciousness and fallen into a frenzied state that can only attack can be angry like this, he should really give Bai Mu a reward.

Bai Mu couldn't take care of it, the sword spirit seemed to have just gotten out of trouble, and the melon seeds were still a little unclear: it was clear that the sword weapon under his feet was already usable, but it still smashed Bai Mu's head with its fist. At such a close distance just now, if a flying sword came over, he would have to take down Bai Mu's great head.

Bai Mu could only strike first, and the bamboo leaf sword appeared in his hand silently, and a "Breaking Immortal Capital" came out of his hand, passed through the sword spirit that was in a trance, and smashed on its main sword weapon.

The sword spirit suddenly shook its tiger body, and let out a painful roar on its back!

Bai Mu actually smashed the broken sword that was still half buried in the soil again with a single sword!

The madness in the sword spirit's eyes actually dissipated somewhat, and he let out a sad scream, not caring about Bai Mu, a guy who made people itch his teeth, and lowered his head to fish out the broken sword weapon fragments. But its fingers were too thick to pick up the relatively long and narrow blades.

As the spirit pattern on the sword weapon finally dissipated, the sword spirit wailed, and finally floated away with the wind, never to be seen again.

"Big Man......"

Bai Mu was a little stunned, and couldn't help but feel sad when he saw this scene: this ancient sword was not as strong as the upper and lower quarters of the moon that he had seen before, maybe it was just reaching the edge of the five-grade spiritual weapon. I don't know why such an unmagical sword can exist in this chain trap for thousands of years.

"Maybe it's also a relief for it?" Bai Mu comforted himself like this, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, because the wail before the sword spirit dissipated was clearly a strong obsession.

What is it waiting for? 10,000 years have passed, no matter what hope will be crushed and smoothed out by time, what makes it so unwilling until the last moment?

Bai Mu didn't have time to think about it, because the wail of the big man sword spirit had already attracted the attention of many sword spirits. The place where Bai Mu is located is relatively low-lying. As the blood-colored sky dimmed, the ghostly light of the four fields rose one after another, and the sword spirits looked at the place where Bai Mu was, condescendingly, as if they were looking at a sinner waiting for trial.

The blood was dim, as if the madness in their eyes had been dissipated. Bai Mu thought with some embarrassment, maybe the sword spirit just now didn't wake up from the state of madness, because he jumped sideways from side to side?

At this moment, the sword spirits watched Bai Mu smash their own kind, and there was only indifference in their eyes.

Bai Mu jumped onto a boss platform and looked at the scenery in the distance: he saw thousands of broken swords rising from the wasteland, breaking free from the chains. These sword spirits wandered aimlessly in the wasteland, like unconscious souls lost on their way to life

Bai Mu was shocked by this scene, and didn't realize that there was a sword spirit with the size of an ordinary person floating behind him, and he actually crashed straight into him without noticing.

When Bai Mu reacted, a piercing sword intent had already entered his sea of consciousness, but it didn't hurt it.

The mysterious being who sat bored in the fairy capital also looked up at the memory fragments floating in. The image of 10,000 years ago spread out in Bai Mu's mind, instantly bringing Bai Mu back to that legendary era.

......

Bai Mu was just in a trance, and he found himself standing on a jade platform, with people around him constantly shouting angrily, and blood and stumps flew high, which made Bai Mu feel terrified from the bottom of his bones.

"Are you alright?"

Bai Mu looked back in surprise and saw a woman in white Shengxue, but there was a shocking wound on her shoulder, as long as she deviated slightly by ten centimeters, this woman would definitely be pierced through the heart.

"I know you're working hard, but if we hold on a little longer, the sect master will be able to come back before the inner formation is breached. These demons are like earth chickens and dogs in front of the sect master Da Rao Sword Diagram!"

The woman didn't look very old, but Bai Mu was surprised to find that her cultivation had reached the peak of the Imperial Weapon Realm!

Bai Mu raised his hand to the somewhat dazzling sunlight, and found that the sunlight easily penetrated his arm. He turned into a sword spirit and returned to a battlefield 10,000 years ago.

Bai Mu's eyes flickered: Ten thousand years ago, the aura was exhausted, and the alien races, demon beasts, and humans who let the well water not interfere with the river water fight for the last remaining spiritual energy resources, I don't know how many sects were wiped out in this war.

It had been a while since he entered the spiritual vein, but it was the first time that Bai Mu had heard the word "Sword Sect" in the mouth of the Shangxian Sword Spirit not long ago. It is conceivable that this sect was finally plundered by the demon clan.

The woman seemed to be a little puzzled, although her sword spirit had always been wooden, but she had not been in a daze for so long as she had now, and she had been looking at her arm at the sun for so long.

"Yue, I see that your sword spirit seems to have been injured. You White Water Sword might as well be renamed the Idiot Sword!"

A man with messy hair already had blood and sweat mixed on his chest, but his words were still hearty, and if it weren't for the blood foaming at the corners of his mouth, the smile on his face would make people think that the two were chatting in an ordinary way.

There was also a sword spirit sitting on the sword in the man's hand, he had the face of a young man, but there were antlers on the top of his head, and his face was cold and abnormal. In this rare interval in the battle, he glanced back at the sword spirit called "White", and pursed the corners of his lips rather disdainfully.

What kind of garbage sword spirit can be beaten into a fool?

Suddenly, a tsunami-like demonic aura rushed to the face, and a spider as huge as a mountain made a nausea chewing sound, and its mouthparts were like a huge meat grinder, involving countless Sword Sect disciples into it

"How could there be a demon beast from the Jindan Realm coming in, has the barrier in the east also been broken?"

The woman who was called the moon turned pale, and the spider's bloody mouthparts were so close that she didn't even have the courage to escape

The white jade platform, where the brothers used to compete in martial arts, has become a hunting ground for demon beasts, blood splashing everywhere, as if hell is slowly overlapping with the human world, and those demon beasts do not even let go of the souls of human monks.

"Sword Sect, in the end, I still can't hold ......"

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【Xingeer】