A warmth came through Ye Mingke's hand pressing the sword box, Ye Mingke felt that the sword box in his hand was alive, and in a trance, he seemed to feel its thunderous heartbeat and blood pulsation.

One after the other, the spells of the two Wheel Sea Realm monks blasting at him were approaching.

"Click"

The soft snap of a lock snapping open rang clearly in everyone's ears.

This sword box with no seams actually opened slowly on its own.

Blood-colored light flowed from the open crack of the sword case.

A blood-colored golden light rushed out first, blocking the chilling slash of the fastest-rushing sword-crowned monk in front of him.

There was also a sound of chirping, and small white shadows swam out from the gaps in the sword box, turning back and rushing towards the monk behind Ye Mingke who was carrying a dragon-patterned long stick.

"Boom"

"Bang"

The spiritual power blooms, and the energy is surging.

The thorny cage that Ye Mingke was in shattered.

The sword-crowned monk in front of him was actually knocked back by the golden light, and the golden light shrank slightly, revealing a young man standing with his fists clenched, white as jade, and bright golden eyes.

It turned out to be a young puppet driven by the Lingchen Immortal in the snowy night a few days ago.

The long stick that the monk in the back swung at Ye Mingke collided with small white shadows, and those white shadows continued to shatter one by one in front of the extremely heavy long stick.

But these white shadows chirped and screamed, rushing forward and one after another, and those white shadows that had been shattered in front of them were also slowly reborn, and they still narrowly blocked the stick.

It was the tiny wax man that the Spirit Dust Immortal had once driven.

Ye Mingke suddenly remembered that the old beggar had told him that on that snowy night, they had killed the Lingchen Immortal. But he couldn't destroy the wooden box left by the Lingchen Immortal, and he couldn't think of any good way to suppress the evil box.

In the end, Ye Mingke's sword box suddenly opened on its own, containing the sword box.

After Ye Mingke woke up and knew about this, he also once again tinkered with the strange sword box left by Uncle Jian, but he still had nothing to do with this sword box that was so integrated that he couldn't find a single seam.

But at this most critical moment, this sword box saved Ye Mingke as if it had a spirit.

Ye Mingke, who was pressing the sword box, suddenly felt the existence of two kinds of puppets, one large and one small, and he even felt that his consciousness could control the actions of these two puppets.

This sword box refined the puppet strange box, and handed over this control to Ye Mingke, giving Ye Mingke the power he needed most at this time.

The situation in the field suddenly changed.

Those chirping white shadows and the golden-eyed boy stopped the two Wheel Sea Realm monks who were attacking from front and back.

And, at the same time.

"Mingke, take the sword. ”

With a "boom", Liu Xi, who had been carrying the heavy sword of the world, unloaded the sword and threw it, and plunged it in front of Ye Mingke, while she herself turned around, still facing the two Tongyuan realm monks with her bare hands.

Ye Mingke's heart moved, and he mobilized the position of the wax man and the golden pupil boy, and let them join forces to fight against the two wheels.

Because the strength of that golden-eyed boy was able to suppress the Wheel Sea Realm monk with a long knife, but although those little wax people were reborn quickly, their combat power was much weaker than that of the Wheel Sea Realm.

The two kinds of puppets are combined and cooperate with each other to be able to resist the two wheels.

But it is not enough to withstand two wheels.

Because there are two other Warim seas that have noticed his presence and are pressing towards him.

Going around and around, he still had to fight alone against the monks of the two Wheel Sea Realms.

After entering the congenital realm, he grew from the original spirit realm that could only fight against physical defects to a monk who could reach the peak of the scriptures.

But on the frontal battlefield, he was still not the opponent of the Wheel Sea Realm cultivator who communicated heaven and earth and had endless spiritual power. Not to mention the two Wheel Sea Realm monks.

His only hope was the sword.

Ye Mingke stretched out his hand and grabbed the heavy sword called the world beside him,

The heavy sword is still a heavy sword, and it will continue to stack in weight with the time it takes to hold the sword, and he still can't really use this sword.

"Bell"

Ye Mingke let go of his sword after lifting it, the heavy sword flew up, his body turned to the wide sword body, and he relied on the sword body to block the blow of a black-clothed Wheel Sea Realm Sword Cultivation Sword.

"Bell" "Bell" "Bell"

Ye Mingke's figure shuttled between the heavy sword and the two Wheel Sea Realm sword cultivators.

As he had done when he fought with Yi Er before, he once again used the weight of the human sword and the ability to isolate spiritual power, and with great difficulty, he blocked the flanking attack of the two Wheel Sea Realm cultivators.

These two Wheel Sea Realm monks are like twin brothers, their appearance is extremely similar, their clothes are all dressed in pure black robes, and the spirit swords they hold are one red and one blue, one fire and one ice, and they are both rigid and soft, which is more difficult to deal with than the two Wheel Sea Realm monks just now.

The only flaw is that the monk with the fiery red spirit sword was dragged on the ground for a while when Liu Xi rushed to this battlefield just now, and the injuries on his body have not healed, and the strength and speed when he took out the sword are insufficient, leaving flaws, so that Ye Mingke can hold on for a while.

But not long after the two monks fought, they found a way to break the heavy sword that Ye Mingke had been cowering in the world, and the two spirit swords were staggered and blocked, forcing Ye Mingke to the side of a crack on the surface of the ground glowing with dark red fire.

Beneath the rift lies the hellfire of molten fossils.

Ye Mingke, who was forced to die step by step, his eyes were crazy behind the heavy sword, he knew that if he continued like this, he would soon fall into that terrifying abyss, and he tried to recall again and again how he had awakened the human sword that night.

The pressure on him from the two spirit swords became more and more intense, but Ye Mingke became more and more calm, and the scenes of that night in his mind surged in his mind, and the details that he had originally ignored were recalled by him again.

He had a vague feeling that he had grasped something.

"Bell"

Ye Mingke held the human heavy sword in front of him horizontally, blocking the sword of the sword cultivator who was holding the fiery red spirit sword.

The huge impact made his hand holding the sword tremble violently, and the palm that had stopped bleeding after being cut was shattered again.

When he let go of the hilt, he left a faint blood mark on the hilt.

Blood?

Ye Mingke suddenly remembered that night, his palm was also cut, holding the sword, he struggled to stand, and the blood flowed red the entire heavy sword.

Then, the heavy sword awakened.

Ye Mingke didn't have time to think about it anymore, the anger in his hand was vigorous, tearing the wound on his palm, a large amount of blood gushed out, and Ye Mingke held the heavy sword of the world deeply.

"I can give you my blood. ”

"But please give me, your strength. ”

All the complicated thoughts in Ye Mingke's mind, who was holding the heavy sword heavily, disappeared, and only this purest thought, the purest ...... Beg.

He felt it.

The heavy sword in his hand trembled slightly, and when he held the sword that night, the feeling of the sword in his hand as if it was a living creature appeared again.

Unlike the night when Ye Mingke was unconscious and fell into madness, Ye Mingke's mind at this moment was pure and clear, and he felt the excitement and ...... of the sword in his hand Greedy.

The excitement of sucking up blood, the greed for his blood.

The gushing blood spilled over the sword, quickly losing its luster and heat.

The trembling of the heavy sword became more and more intense.

Ye Mingke also felt the mountain of sword qi condensed again, the sword qi that was a thousand pounds.

"It turns out that I'm really not a human emperor, you're just ...... Like my blood, right?"

A faint self-deprecation appeared in Ye Mingke's heart, and there was ...... Grateful.

It's not a nice thing to be taken advantage of. But when you have nothing and are completely desperate, someone is willing to lend you strength, even if it is using you, but it at least gives you ...... Wish.

"Boom"

Not far away, Liu Xi, who was also fighting bloodily, was hit by many spells, smashing through the rocks in the ruins.

The silent and resolute woman struggled to get up slowly from the ruins, her torn clothes covered in blood, and half of her soft face covered in blood.

And Ah Ru, who was tied to her back, had a pale face due to several inducing talent spells, and he was already unconscious, and his body was also stained with blood.

Liu Xi's growth rate is not slower than Ye Mingke's, and on that snowy night, like the old beggar, her realm has also broken through when she sensed the law of martial arts for the first time in so many years.

Originally, she used secret techniques that could only be comparable to the eleventh floor of the martial arts, but now she can confront the monks of the Tongyuan realm head-on, but she was already injured when she made a move, and she was not facing one Tongyuan monk, but two.

At this time, she has also fought to the limit.

Ye Mingke looked at her, and saw her on the verge of despair, and the two Tongyuan Realm monks who were approaching her step by step, he could also feel that in the sky, the cracks on the circle drawn by the old beggar were already extremely dense, and they could be broken at any time.

"Bell"

Ye Mingke held the heavy sword of the world, blocking another sword, he took a step back, and the gravel under his feet was touched by his retreating foot, and it hit the crack that was surging with dark red and black flames, making a melting hissing sound.

Take a step back and you'll find the abyss of hell.

Ye Mingke held the heavy sword containing Qianjun sword qi, he could feel the terrifying and surging power in the sword body, but even if this heavy sword briefly accepted him because it absorbed his blood, his strength still couldn't control one ten-thousandth of that Qianjun sword qi.

On that snowy night, he was only able to slash out a sword, and after cutting off one of the arms of the snowman puppet of the Tongyuan Realm, he fell unconscious.

Power is never something that can be obtained simply without a price, does it?

With his equally badly injured body today, how many swords can he slash, how powerful can he be, and how powerful can he be, and how powerful can he be...... Is this a dead end?

"I can give you the most of my blood. ”

"But, you have to help my friends and save them. ”

Ye Mingke stared at the heavy sword in his hand, sensing the spirituality of the sword, and ...... in his heart Said silently.

Sword.

Greed, hesitation, trade-offs, or greed.

The hilt of the sword, trembling slightly.

Nod.

Ye Mingke suddenly held the sword in his backhand, and stabbed the heavy sword into his chest under the gaze of the two sword cultivators.

The broad blade of the sword nearly severed half of his body, and blood splattered like a fountain.

The crimson heavy sword, which was smeared layer by layer with a large amount of blood, emitted a passionate sword roar.

Ye Mingke tried his best to hold his last breath.

Half of his face was splashed with blood, and he slowly turned his head to look at Liu Xi.

Looking at the woman who just kept watching the old beggar and him in the firelight, the woman who always hid swords and sorrows in her warm eyes, the woman who walked on earth for ten years,

That's actually the woman who is most qualified to take this sword.

He paused word by word.

A calm but firm voice rang out in the room.

"The second generation of sword worshippers, Liu Xi. ”

"Catch the sword, the world!"

Liu Xi suddenly turned around.

Looking at the boy who had turned into a bloody man, the boy was also looking at her, his clear pupils stained with blood carrying a burning fire.

His lips opened and closed silently from a long distance.

But Liu Xi still understood what the young man was going to say to her, and her pupils instantly turned red.

"This is your sword. ”

"Please, protect Aaru. ”

Ye Mingke closed his eyes and suddenly drew his sword and slashed out.

The world roars.

The heavy sword scroll rushed out with a mighty sword qi, directly tearing apart the sword cultivator holding the blue spirit sword in front of him and rushing towards Liu Xi.

Ye Mingke, who was still breathless, hugged another Lunhai Sword Cultivator who was shocked by sword qi and had an unstable foothold, and fell towards the crack with surging dark red magma behind him.