The pitch-black long sword was no longer as pleasant as before, but bloomed with earth-shattering killing intent, Sikong Haoran couldn't move at this time, no matter how anxious and angry he was, he couldn't break free from the shackles on his body.

"Ahh

The death sword qi shuttled through his body, every inch of skin, every trace of muscle, as if bathed in it, at this moment, the heart-wrenching sorrow cried out loudly in this space.

No matter how pathetic the screams were, the pitch-black sword still did not have the slightest softness, and the endless death sword qi roared towards the human body in front of it, it did not have any emotion, nor the slightest mercy, only the cold-blooded and ruthless killing intent.

"I'll give you one last chance!" A thought came out of the pitch-black long sword, echoing in Sikong Haoran's ears, and the extreme indifference made his heart tremble.

The bloodshot eyes, the distorted face, and the trembling body slowly came back to their senses at the moment when the death sword qi stopped, the lowered head slowly raised, the corner of the scarlet mouth cracked a gap, and said weakly: "It turns out that you are just the sword spirit of this sword, I thought there was a ghost hidden in this gloomy space." ”

Sikong Haoran was quite jealous of the machine spirit, thinking of the moody Linglong in the ancient killing domain, he couldn't help but shudder, he didn't expect that in the sword tomb, he could also meet a card that also did not follow common sense.

While staring at the pitch-black long sword levitating in front of him, he thought quickly in his heart and continued, "Can you tell me, why do you have to know where you got this mystery of life and death?"

"Don't be clever in front of me, you don't have room for bargaining, and you don't need to know why I want to know, you have one more chance to speak. The pitch-black long sword hummed and trembled, and the ubiquitous death sword qi overflowed again, enveloping the entire heaven and earth.

"I was once chased and killed, and I accidentally fell off a cliff, and was rescued by a senior of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone, who saw me as talented and intelligent, and I was the best candidate to cultivate the mysteries of life and death, so I was..."

"Kill! Kill!"

The Soul Refining Ding roared in the sea of souls, the mystery of life and death was as fast as a flood, breaking free from the shackles of the pitch-black long sword, and at the last moment, the sword slashed out two killing words, which contained endless killing intent and collided with the death sword qi in the sky.

"Boom!"

Wherever the death sword qi went, mourning was everywhere, and everything withered. Killing intent, destroying all obstacles in the road ahead and annihilating the consciousness of sentient beings.

The destructive force generated by the collision of two completely different forces caused the entire space to ripple with a trace of sword qi, and the mysterious qi of heaven and earth was chaotic, and even the gray sky was blown away.

The pitch-black long sword was shaken back four feet away under the sword of killing, and Sikong Haoran was also thrown out under the aftermath of the death sword qi, fortunately, there were no other creatures in this space except the sword forest, otherwise these two forces would be enough to make them disappear in an instant.

Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, his trembling body, and the ubiquitous death sword qi made him suffer every moment and every second.

"It is less than two percent of the mystery of life and death that you can break free from my bondage again, and it seems that there is still a power in your soul ocean to help. "The jet-black long sword flashed back and forth, as if it was able to break through the limitations of space and ignore the rules of heaven and earth here.

"Huh... What's the matter, what about the injuries on my body?" Sikong Haoran half-knelt on the ground, the long sword pestle in his hand in front of him, gasping heavily, his left hand kept groping on his body, and the sword marks covered in scaly wounds disappeared without a trace at this moment, only the death sword qi that permeated his body told him that all this seemed to be happening.

Sikong Haoran was very puzzled at this time, he had obviously broken free from the illusion just now, why did he fall into it again, and what happened at this time was real or deep in the illusion.

Without giving him time to think again, the tens of thousands of long swords in the Sword Forest seemed to wake up from their slumber, emitting a fierce humming sound and levitating above them

The pitch-black sword echoes each other from afar.

Tens of thousands of long swords rose from the ground, and the body of each long sword bloomed with a fierce death sword aura, between heaven and earth, the wind seemed to be crying, the Xuan Qi seemed to be angry, and even the ground under his feet seemed to be trembling.

The long sword tightly held in the palm of his hand was no longer a sharp blade under his command, as if it was about to break free, no matter how hard Sikong Haoran resisted, how hard he tried, under the call of the pitch-black long sword, he walked away and became one of the tens of thousands of long swords.

Sikong Haoran looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, tens of thousands of long swords, tens of thousands of death sword qi, shrouded the entire heaven and earth between its fists, covering the sky and the sun, like a death sword qi cage.

"Little one, the feast of death specially prepared for you, enjoy the last splendor of life. "The pitch-black sword is reading the words of the end times, and every word is like a natural disaster everywhere.

As the last word fell, the finished glyphs of the three long swords roared towards Sikong Haoran.

Looking at the long sword that was getting closer and closer, of course he would not sit still, the previous two experiences told him that whether this was an illusion or a real thing, if he couldn't break free, then he would fall into this endless cycle and couldn't extricate himself.

"Bastard, he didn't listen to the call at the critical moment. Anger surged in his chest, and the sea of souls echoed Sikong Haoran's eager shout, but the mirage was indifferent.

No matter how fast he was, the three long swords still followed closely behind him, and a phantom that was exactly the same as him stayed in place, while the real body flashed into the distance.

Under the sight of the soul, the conjured figure disappeared in an instant, while the three long swords suddenly disappeared.

"No matter how weird your body is, even if you put on a pair of wings, you will not escape the fate of being killed. ”

The pitch-black long sword muttered to himself, but it clearly came into Sikong Haoran's ears, and the three long swords broke through the limitations of space, and collided with him who escaped with the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Method.

Three long swords passed through the body, one of them was inserted into the heart, and the death sword qi overflowed from the sword's body, and before it could invade the heart, it was swallowed up by the mystery of life and death, and even the long sword inserted in the heart disappeared.

"Damn...!"

The Death Sword Qi, in the final analysis, is derived from the Death Qi, and it has no power to resist the mysteries of life and death, so it has become its source of energy.

Sikong Haoran always pays attention to the changes in the mystery of life and death in his body, this heavenly death sword qi is both a ration and a disaster, he knows that once the balance is broken, without the help of others, the mystery of life and death can destroy himself.

"I'm not even dead?Am I still in the illusion?What kind of existence is this sword tomb?" Looking at the two long swords running through his chest, the mystery of life and death permeating his heart, all this seemed to hover between reality and illusion.

The corners of Sikong Haoran's mouth raised a trace of inexplicable arc, "Since you can't get rid of it, then accept this gift, whether it will destroy me or fulfill me, let's wait and see." ”

"The Sword Sect has sent in an interesting person this time!"

"If you still have the same luck mentality as the first time, then I will be disappointed, not only will you not cross the sword tomb, but you will also die in the sword tomb!"

As if he saw what Sikong Haoran was thinking at this time, the pitch-black long sword snorted coldly, and tens of thousands of death sword qi converged into a tornado, shooting towards him.

Sikong Haoran was in the center of the tornado, and the long sword that ran through his body not only did not subside, but instead shuttled back and forth as if it intensified, and for a moment, the heart-rending pain tore at every fragile nerve in him.

Not as good as he had hoped, tens of thousands of death sword qi converged to form a destructive force that could turn anything into ashes.

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes

The space in front of him was blood-red, and suddenly, two sword qi pierced through his eyes, and with a miserable scream, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to his knees again.

The thing that made him most desperate was that the mystery of life and death in his heart was running uncontrollably, and the qi of death was growing wildly, devouring the vitality in his body little by little.

The muscles are atrophiing, the Xuan Qi in the body is disappearing, the green silk is gradually withering, and everything is developing in the direction of destruction with the growth of the death qi.

"How can this be, how can this be, boom...!" The continuous roar of the Soul Refining Ding in the soul ocean pulled his almost dissipated consciousness back, and he breathed heavily, everything that happened under the soul sight was so familiar to him.

"The extreme of life and death, the rotation of yin and yang, and the annihilation of reincarnation, is to kill. The sixteen-character proverb once again echoed in the ocean of souls.

"The extreme of life and death, the rotation of yin and yang, the ultimate of life is death, and the ultimate of death is new life. The scattered consciousness regained clarity, and Sikong Haoran sat cross-legged on the ground, these four sentences echoing in his mind.

has had an experience of killing the domain in ancient times, which can be said to be familiar to Sikong Haoran, the only difference is that this space is filled with the breath of death, but not the breath of life.

Now that you have figured this out, let's channel the breath of death step by step.

Tens of thousands of long swords were still galloping, whistling through his body, and every time they passed, they took away a little bit of life, and every time they passed, they left an equivalent dead aura in their bodies.

Time was gradually passing, and the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground became skinny, his skin, his eye sockets, and his green silk were all infected by the breath of death, as if he had returned to the last years of the wind and candle.

The beating heart was no longer alive, and it seemed to cease all activity under the watering of the breath of death, and if it were not for the slight fluctuations that appeared every once in a while, it was as if the person sitting cross-legged on the ground was a dry skeleton that had been dead for a long time.

There is no distraction, at this moment, he is the death qi between heaven and earth, the ubiquitous death sword qi, he is one of the swords.

The shriveled body gradually came to life at some point, and then it was drowned by the breath of death, and this situation lasted for an unknown amount of time, and it seemed that even this world was accustomed to impatience.

There is no sun, moon and stars, insects and birds, I don't know how long it has been, a day, two days, or three days, and the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground is like a speck of dust in the sea, forgotten in a corner.

"Boom!"

"Knock! knock!"

"Knock! knock!"

A slight throbbing woke up the darkness that had been silent for a long time, and then there were two or three more in a row, and when I heard the sound, the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground like a shriveled corpse gradually appeared a trace of life.

As life spreads, his skin is plumping, his eyes are full, his breath is growing, and even his heart is more energetic than before.

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, and where he entered, the tens of thousands of long swords were still the same as when they came, but they seemed to lack a trace of agility on their bodies.

"Congratulations, little one, the mystery of life and death has taken another step forward. ”

"The sword tomb is the place where the sword is buried, and it is also the place where the sword is buried, and every sword in the sword forest is left by every disciple of the Sword Sect who died here. ”

"Although you are not the one who broke through my Triple Illusion in the shortest possible time, you are the most gifted person, and being able to comprehend the Death Sword Qi and transform the Death Qi into vitality is enough to see that your talent is extraordinary. ”

The sound of the pitch-black sword came from the sky, and it appeared in front of Sikong Haoran's eyes before he blinked.

"Thank you seniors for your success, and juniors are grateful..."

Before Sikong Haoran could finish speaking, the pitch-black long sword turned into a point of light and pierced into his eyebrows.

", it turned out to be you!"