Sikong Haoran soul ocean.

After the pitch-black long sword turned into a point of light and pierced into the center of the eyebrows, it came to a mysterious space, where there was a brilliant golden light everywhere, and the two familiar breaths made it a little relieved, and when it saw a long sword with a scarlet blood line in the middle, the entire sword body was buzzing and trembling.

"I have long felt a familiar aura, able to cut out two killing words, and there is such a strong killing intent, it must be related to the Seven Killing Sword Monument, but what I never expected was that it was you. ”

"This little guy's fortune is really deep, not only has he condensed the Soul Refining Ding, but he has also obtained the inheritance of the Ancient Killing Domain. ”

"More than six hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye, seven kills, broken armies, and the greedy wolf was born again, and it seems that the doomsday catastrophe that affected the Hengduan Continent will come soon. ”

The pitch-black longsword sword spirit muttered to himself, suspended in the air, looking at the evil blade mirage occupying one side, as if he remembered a lot of past events, sighed, pondered, and planned.

Before Sikong Haoran could recover from the panic just now, a strange pitch-black long sword appeared in the soul ocean, which was his biggest secret location.

Since cultivating the Soul Determination, the soul can be said to be so powerful that he doesn't know how much it is, and there is also the suppression of the Soul Refining Ding, the pitch-black long sword can ignore these defenses and easily enter it, which has to make him extremely worried and anxious.

At this time, his whole body couldn't move a bit, even the Xuan Qi couldn't be used, the cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body, and there was a soul refining ding in the soul ocean to suppress the evil blade mirage, and now there was a pitch-black long sword that didn't know its purpose, which made him anxious for a while.

Sikong Haoran clearly heard the shouts of the pitch-black long sword sword spirits, it seemed that they had known each other before, and there was fear in his tone, which had to make him stand uneasy.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, he took a deep breath, and a stream of thoughts passed into the ocean of souls, "Senior, what do you have that we can talk about slowly, as long as the junior can do everything he can, can you come out first?"

The pitch-black long sword seemed to not feel Sikong Haoran's shout, and did not give a little response, but it could be seen from the aura fluctuations emanating from its body that it did not hear it, but it just didn't want to deal with it.

After a while, a wave of thoughts came from the pitch-black long sword sword spirit.

"Little guy, it's not that I don't want to come out, but I can't get out, this evil blade mirage, since you set foot in this place, you have discovered my existence, and you are calculating with me step by step. ”

"Being able to comprehend the Death Sword Qi will be of great help to you in the future, you must remember that you must guard against the Evil Blade Mirage, this is an ominous sword. ”

"It will take away your life, and it will even encroach on your consciousness and become a puppet at its disposal, as long as you help me to leave your soul ocean from its bondage, I can suppress it"

Circles of death sword qi ripples overflowed from the pitch-black long sword, and then permeated to the location of Sikong Haoran's thoughts, and the consciousness in the soul ocean appeared in a trance for a moment.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The fierce roar of the Soul Refining Ding in the sea of souls woke up Sikong Haoran, who had fallen into a drowsy, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was unconsciously confused by the pitch-black long sword spirit and fell into an illusion.

The brilliant golden light bloomed from the three big characters of the Soul Refining Ding, and then spread to the entire soul ocean, and the pervasive aura of death dissolved in the brilliant golden light, and then annihilated into nothingness.

"It's so dangerous, this pitch-black long sword sword spirit is really uneasy and kind, fortunately there is a soul refining ding, otherwise I would really have to explain here today. Sikong Haoran's eyes opened suddenly, and the killing intent spread in his chest, at this moment, he wanted to expel the dark long sword in the soul ocean, but unfortunately he had more than enough strength to do so.

At the moment when the Soul Refining Ding bloomed with brilliant golden light, the mirage finally woke up from its slumber, as if at this moment, it invisibly opened a pair of pitch-black eyes, maybe it had never been asleep, maybe it was confusing the pitch-black sword sword spirit, maybe it was waiting for the most favorable opportunity.

At this time, Sikong Haoran's mind was beaten out of the soul ocean by the Soul Refining Ding and the Mirage, blocking the edge of the brilliant golden aperture, like a spectator, watching a hunt against the jet-black long sword sword spirit.

"Such a good furnace is simply tailor-made for me!" The pitch-black long sword sword spirit stood in the center of the soul ocean, looking in the direction of Sikong Haoran's thoughts, and let out a greedy roar.

Looking at the mirage proudly, a cold snort came from the sword, "Hum Evil Blade Mirage, you are so timid when we meet again, could it be that the last battle actually made you lose your edge, or is it that your injuries have not healed so far, and you have joined forces with this Soul Refining Ding who has just opened your spiritual wisdom to deal with me." ”

"Buzz!" The Soul Refining Ding seemed to feel the contempt of the jet-black sword sword spirit, and the brilliant golden light erupted from the Ding's mouth, heading towards the breath that made it hate.

Two torrents of brilliant golden souls quickly converged in the air, one left and one right, and rushed towards the pitch-black long sword, as if to destroy its spiritual wisdom and leave it here forever.

"You've just turned on your spiritual wisdom and you want to kill me, and you can't help yourself. The pitch-black long sword seemed to pierce the space in front of him, but he forgot that he was in the soul ocean at the moment, but it didn't let it stop a bit, and disappeared in place with a cold snort.

The Ocean of Souls is like an independent world, and the master of this world is the Soul Refining Ding, and wherever the pitch-black sword goes, there is nothing to hide under its mind.

The moment the pitch-black sword appeared, the golden light would appear there, and what annoyed it even more was that as time passed, the golden light seemed to be able to reduce his death aura.

"Looking for death!" The death sword qi cut through the space, passing through the golden soul torrent with an unrivaled death aura, and the moment it was about to slash at the soul refining ding, a thin golden giant net blocked the way.

"Click!"

The golden giant net was sinking, and cracks appeared, and this sword qi that condensed the strong aura of death was gradually dissolving, and its strength was also weakening, but it still pierced the golden giant net and slashed at the body of the soul refining ding.

"Bell!"

The Soul Refining Ding flew out hundreds of meters away, and a gray trace appeared on its body, and with the bloom of brilliant golden light, this gray trace was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sure enough, it is a unique existence, and it has recovered so quickly!" "The pitch-black long sword sword spirit sneered, and always observed the mirage's every move, the reason why he was afraid was that he was afraid that the mirage would be difficult at some point, although he looked down on the mirage at this time, but the domineering of the heyday had to make it fearful.

Even if the giant fell, his body still had residual warmth.

The mirage didn't say a word, but it was watching from the sidelines, and he had to let the pitch-black long sword sword spirit treat it carefully.

"Woo!"

The Soul Refining Ding roared violently, and circles of golden ripples crisscrossed the entire space where the Soul Refining Ding was located, yes, it was angry, it was angry.

In the middle of the golden ripples, there seemed to be a few white arcs of lightning, and this white arc was the remnant power of the seventh white thunder when the Soul Refining Ding experienced the Thunder Tribulation.

"It turned out to be the breath of thunder. "The pitch-black long sword sword spirit secretly said that it was not good, the thunder lord punished, heavy killing, domineering and domineering, it was the nemesis of the breath of death.

At this moment, it regretted that it did not leave immediately at the first sight of the mirage, and it also underestimated the refining of spiritual wisdom that had just begun

Soul Ding, at this time, he wanted to escape but it was too late, the solid golden coat, no matter how violent the death sword qi was, it couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

"It's too late to think about leaving now, is this a place where you can come and go if you want!" the old man's voice came from the mirage sword, with endless taunts and slaughter.

The golden ripples centered on the pitch-black long sword, surging like a tidal wave, no matter how it dodged, the white arc bombarded the sword body without any difference, the sword spirit let out a terrible scream, and the breath of death was also weakening a little.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the mirage pierced the space and slashed at the jet-black longsword.

"Click!"

The moment the pitch-black long sword touched the mirage, several cracks spread out on the sword body, and the endless killing intent suddenly erupted, and the terrible screams of the sword spirit were remembered in the sea of souls, like a ghost crying, making people lose color and lose their fear.

The mirage is an evil blade, and it is also a supreme artifact, even if it has not been restored now, its edge is still there, and it cannot allow a small sword spirit to make noise.

"Mirage, if you really want to die and break the net, you don't have to worry about your master dying because of this!" The pitch-black sword broke free, and the death sword qi gushed out, and every inch of space where it was was was enveloped by the aura of death, as if it had become an infernal purgatory.

Sikong Haoran was still standing in place, the sea of souls was in chaos, and at this time, his mind could only stare dryly at what happened and be helpless.

The body was shaking, his face was pale, his eyebrows were frowning, and in the open space in front of him, several blood stains had not dried up, and blood was spilling from the tight lips again, which was even more hideous and terrifying.

"Master, hmph is just the person I chose, his life and death have nothing to do with me, but you, a little sword spirit, there is no breath of death here, do you feel more and more weak. The mirage slowly rose, and the mystery of life and death in Sikong Haoran's heart worked on its own at this moment.

"How is it possible, how can you drive the mystery of life and death, don't kill me, I am willing to surrender to you!" The pitch-black long sword sword spirit was shouting and pleading hoarsely, but the mirage did not spare the slightest hand.

The mystery of life and death shrouded the entire sea of souls, and the body of the pitch-black long sword seemed to be firmly bound by a suction, no matter how much it resisted and struggled, it could not resist the loss of the breath of death.

"The little sword spirit dares to bark in front of me, even if you are such garbage and waste!" The mystery of life and death permeated the mirage sword body, piercing the space again, and slashing at the jet-black long sword body.

The pitch-black long sword sword spirit was extremely aggrieved, he didn't expect to encounter this catastrophe just after waking up for a while, and what he didn't expect was that even if the mirage was in a weak state, it was not something it could compete with.

If the pitch-black sword spirit can calm down and think about it carefully, it will be found that the golden light released by the Soul Refining Ding dissolves the breath of death, the power of the white thunder weakens the breath of death again, and the mystery of life and death frantically absorbs the breath of death, all of which shows that the mirage is calculating it step by step and eating it.

"Bell!"

The pitch-black long sword was slashed by a mirage, and the sword spirit fled frantically, but it didn't wait for it to fly far before it was swallowed by the mirage that broke through the sky.

Immediately after that, the Soul Refining Ding and the Mirage returned to their original positions, as if nothing had happened, the Soul Ocean also returned to calm again, and the blood dripping from the corners of Sikong Haoran's mouth told the tragedy of the battle.

The broken sword was expelled from the sea of souls, lying miserably on the edge of the sword forest, that lifeless appearance, like a piece of scrap iron, no one could tell whether it was brilliant before.

In the mountain behind the Sword Sect, in a closed secret room, a cross-seated figure spat out a mouthful of reverse blood without warning, and the killing intent skyrocketed wildly, "Shaft, look for death." ”