The killing intent as if it came from Infernal Purgatory instantly filled the entire secret room, and the rules of order were annihilated silently in this square inch of land.

The mystery of life and death is spreading wildly at an unknown speed many times faster than usual, and every grass and tree, table and chair here seems to have lost its luster in an instant.

The beating sound of the heart was like ten thousand horses galloping on the grassland, and with every beat, the Xuan Qi between heaven and earth was disordered, and even Wen Yu, who was close at hand, felt that his chest was also rising and falling violently with this beat.

The death alarm roared in his soul, since he broke through to the Sword Saint, in the past few decades, he had never felt such a majestic murderous aura, Wen Yu was worthy of being a Sword Saint-level master, his reaction, his speed, the moment the soul warning appeared, he let go of Sikong Haoran's neck and quickly retreated back.

This series of events only happened in a moment, so short that it was far less than half a breath of time.

Sikong Haoran's eyebrows were like a gap cut by the Pangu giant axe, and a long sword seemed to have crossed through the eternal void.

A little red, especially dazzling under the edge, more vivid than blood, more sharp than the blade, the space around it, constantly wrinkled and collapsed in the trembling.

The extremely indifferent voice roared in the ocean of his soul like a bell, without a trace of emotion, only endless killing, Wen Yu had a moment, as if he had received an invitation from the Heavenly Dao, making him quickly get up and return to the embrace of the earth.

"Hmph..."

The eye sockets were sunken, the Xuan Qi was overflowing, and there was no fear at all, as if it had been looking forward to it for a long time, and the strength of the Sword Saint's primary peak was slapped out with a palm without reservation.

Wen Yu only saw clearly now that what appeared in front of him was a sword, from the tip of the sword to the hilt of the sword, there was a scarlet blood line in the middle, and for a moment, he felt that it was not a sword in front of him, but an evil phantom.

"Boom..."

The aftermath of Xuan Qi shook around the collision point, and waves of destruction caused the entire secret room to be densely covered with criss-crossing rifts, and even the large array outside the secret room almost collapsed.

As the Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect, what Wen Yu saw and heard could be described as Bo Gu and Jin, and he knew that this sword was the evil blade mirage that Jian Chen and Ye Chaoyang said, whether it was the breath or the shape, it was exactly the same as the memory in his impression.

"Bang, bang, bang. ”

After taking three steps back in a row, Wen Yu was able to stop his body, and there was a sharp pain in his right palm, and a bead of blood oozed out of the wound, which was injured by the mirage sword qi, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that part of his vitality was swallowed up.

Just such a fight took away a year of his vitality, and at this moment, it seemed that the wrinkles on his face had darkened a lot.

Vitality is vital to anyone, especially those who have lived for hundreds of years, and the older they get, the more they fear the imminent end.

"The Evil Blade Mirage really lives up to its reputation, if you were in your heyday, I might still be a little jealous, but now you, hum..."

Wen Yu's heart was flooded with turbulence, his pupils constricted to the size of a needle tip at this moment, and the disappearing rules of order, as Wen Yu stepped out, once again permeated this secret room, shrouding his life and death mysteries, and also repelled under the rules of order.

An invisible sword qi burst out from Wen Yu's body, and his momentum underwent earth-shaking changes, as if he was a sword, and every sword qi was him, merging with the world with his body, and evolving the rules of order with his body.

The dark shadow of the mirage space carried his hands behind him, and his eyes were like an abyss, revealing endless mockery.

Cutting off the shackles of rules, it appeared in Wen Yu's throat, as if these rules of order were just decorations in its eyes, useless shelves.

Several sword qi and mirage collided together, and they were separated in an instant, and the skin in the throat area felt a pinprick-like tingling.

"Go..."

Wen Yu stepped forward, his two fingers turned into a sword, and the Dao sword qi gathered in the air, transforming into a sword qi dragon, piercing the void, as if to destroy the mirage.

"Ants also dare to defend the sky, not to measure themselves. ”

As the cold words fell, the four killing words were like four corpse mountains and a sea of blood, and the entire secret room was filled with the killing intent that destroyed the world and the thick smell of blood.

"Whew..."

The four killing words turned into a blood-colored long sword, and the oncoming sword qi dragon let out a painful wail under the blood-colored long sword, and then collapsed.

The stone chamber cracked inch by inch under the sword qi, the stone chips in the sky were raging, not a single person or sword launched another attack, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and irregular sword qi scratches and deep pits filled the entire secret room.

Wen Yu's gray green silk was scattered messily on his shoulders, the corners of his mouth overflowed with traces of blood, and a pair of gloomy eyes were slightly dull at the moment.

He saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, fighting bloodily under the siege of several black-clothed people, and every sword stabbed out would leave a sword mark on the black-clothed man's body, and every step he took seemed to use up the mystical energy of his whole body.

As the men in black continued to fall, there were other men in black pouring in one after another, as if they were inexhaustible and endless.

There were more and more sword marks on the young man's body, and the blood was also flowing silently, the sword was no longer so sharp, his hand was no longer so fast, and the Xuan Qi was gradually showing signs of exhaustion, and a cold light broke through his throat.

"Poof..."

Blood poured out of his throat, his dull eyes regained their brilliance, just now he saw the memory that he was hiding in the deepest part of his heart, several sword qi burst out of the air, and he retreated far behind. Wen Yu deserves to be a long-famous Sword Saint powerhouse, and he soon discovered his abnormality, as long as it was a moment later, the mirage would be enough for him to die in the illusion.

The natal sword was destroyed, the sword spirit was devoured, and the injury of the counter-devouring has not fully recovered, if he was in his heyday, he may not have the strength to fight with the mirage, even if he is not defeated, he will not be so embarrassed.

Fortunately, the mirage is not in its heyday, fortunately, the mirage does not really want to kill him, if it is not for some scruples, the four killing words and the illusion are enough to make him die.

"Don't make any more attempts on him, it's not something you can covet!" The cold killing intent echoed in Wen Yu's mind, it was a warning, and at the same time a reminder.

The mirage submerged into Sikong Haoran's eyebrows, and the mystery of life and death that permeated the entire secret room also disappeared at this time, Wen Yu had a gloomy old face, and his body was trembling slightly, not because he was afraid, nor because he was injured, but because he was unwilling.

Planted on a sword, and it is also a sword that has not recovered its heyday, thinking of him Wen Yu, the dignified Elder of the Sword Sect, where he goes, he is not in a respected position, how can he have suffered such humiliation, looking at Sikong Haoran lying on the ground, the sword qi permeated his fists, as if he was angry and roaring.

He could feel the state of the mirage at this time, and he wanted to move forward, but he didn't dare to take a step.

The fierce name of the evil blade mirage is like thunder, how many strong Sword Saints died under the sword back then, and what kind of elegance and peerlessness that person is, looking at the sky.

"For the Sword Sect, is it a blessing or a curse?" An unknown light flashed in his eyes, and he let out a long sigh and silently annihilated into the void.

Two figures appeared one after the other, and the devastation appeared

In the secret room, I looked at everything in front of me in disbelief.

These two figures were Jian Chen and Ye Chaoyang, who came in a hurry, and they felt a killing intent and sword aura that destroyed the world from a distance, but what they didn't expect was that even Wen Yu, the Supreme Elder, was injured.

If it weren't for the battle between Mirage and Wen Yu that loosened and damaged the large array outside the secret room, the two of them really couldn't get in at this moment.

Ye Chaoyang was anxious and frightened all the way, he was not worried that Wen Yu would be injured by the mirage, but worried that Sikong Haoran would be poisoned by him.

The natal sword is the life of the swordsman, and the sword spirit can be said to be his child, and their destruction is equivalent to asking for his old life, and it is definitely an endless situation when placed on any person. What's more, the secret temptation on Sikong Haoran's body is extremely great, even if he kills him, there are enough reasons to justify it.

Although he Jianchen has been persuaded again and again, he is still frightened these days, if Sikong Haoran really has three longs and two shorts, the foundation of the Sword Sect that has been inherited for more than 50,000 years will be destroyed in his hands.

Ye Chaoyang could clearly feel the murderous aura, because he had also been injured by the mirage before, and the scars on his hands were the best proof. Moreover, the aura on Elder Taishang's body seemed to be a little weak, a little older than when I saw him a few days ago.

"Elder Taishang, you... Are you okay? ”

When Wen Yu heard his words, he almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood again, am I okay, can't you see it?

Seeing that Elder Taishang Wen Yu's face was not good-looking, he came to Sikong Haoran's side, and saw that his breath was stable, but he was only temporarily unconscious, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Except for some embarrassment on his body, there were no scars at all, so he picked him up from the ground and stood behind Jian Chen.

"Elder Taishang, I have a few good healing pills here. Jian Chen opened his mouth to break the silence at this time, with a smile in his eyes, and a medicine bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Hmph... Are you worried that I will kill this little guy, I just want to see what the mirage of the three evil blades of the Hengduan Continent looks like!" When Wen Yu said the word mirage, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, it was a year's vitality, and it was taken away by it like this.

"The Evil Blade Mirage must be clear to both of you, now that the Ancient Killing Domain has reappeared in the world, it will definitely set off a bloody storm, he is the son of destiny, and he is also a person who has gone through calamities, I just hope that I will not repeat the mistakes of a thousand years ago!" "The catastrophe a thousand years ago, Wen Yu has not experienced it, and there are only a few strokes in the classics of the Sword Sect, but between the lines there is a monstrous killing aura, as if the heavens and the earth are filled with blood.

"Elder Taishang, please rest assured, he is my disciple, I, as a master, will definitely discipline him strictly, he has a pure heart, I believe he will not do anything that endangers the Sword Sect. Ye Chaoyang looked at Sikong Haoran in his arms, and his hands couldn't help but tighten.

Wen Yu glanced at Sikong Haoran meaningfully, then turned his head to look at Jian Chen and said, "That old thing of Junyue calculated me, where is he now?"

"Ahem... Elder LaCrosse is used to idle clouds and wild cranes, he should be lingering among the mountains and rivers, and he may be greedy for a cup in a wine shop at this moment. Jian Chen coughed lightly, looking at Wen Yu who was embarrassed in front of him, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

Wen Yu put his hands behind his back, "Is there a female doll next to him?"

"It was his personal disciple, Murong Yingxue. Jianchen was a little inexplicable, and asked the disciples what they were doing, what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, although he didn't know the reason, but he still told him 1510.

"Hmph... He is really uneasy, so let's go. Wen Yu looked at Sikong Haoran again, and the corners of his mouth showed a meaningful arc.