"The sword on your back is a bit interesting...... Killua smiled and stared at the pitch-black sword on Ink Yang's back, and suddenly evoked a wicked smile, "Why don't we play a game?"

Intuition tells Ink Yang that this is not a simple trick......

Killua's situation is similar to that of his master, but with some differences, he seems to be able to exist independently of the sword. Ink Yang can't see through him, the only thing he can be sure of is-

He couldn't beat it.

Qi Lu saw that Ink Yang remained silent, his mouth was deflated, and he was quite disappointed, as soon as he raised his hand, the Ling Xiao Sword flew into his hand.

Ink Yang Jian's eyebrows frowned, and he didn't care if he could beat Qilu, so he flew up to snatch Ling Xiao Sword. Killua grinned like a child with some kind of fun, and went back and forth with Ink Yang.

Killua has no moves, let alone rules, and there are no obvious spiritual power fluctuations on his body.

"The gods of the land, the gods of the five mountains, the gods of the eight directions, the Xuanwu Prison!"

Ink Yang instantly sent out the dungeon, sealing Killua's position, pinching the trick with his right hand, the wasteland took root, and the green plants broke through the soil and tied Killua's little short legs.

His dark blue eyes were staring at the Ling Xiao Sword in Qi Luu's hand, and his eyes were dark.

The young man's posture was straight, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, contrary to usual, obviously with murderous intent.

"It's kind of interesting. Killua's eyes lit up, and he honestly appreciated, "The basic skills are very good, and the prediction is very strong, but the cultivation is a little low." ”

The instantaneous spell is not easy to do, this son is amazingly talented, the spiritual power is pure and majestic, the dungeon that has just risen from the ground has completely calculated his own movement path, and he has even developed such a wonderful effect on the growth technique used for farming.

The green plant had a barb on the stem, which was obviously poisonous.

I don't know when this guy spread the seeds on the ground, if he is not a sword spirit, but an immortal cultivator, even if it is Jin Dan, I am afraid that he will have to follow the path of this kid.

He thought that the most difficult thing to deal with in this team was the kid with the mountain and river jade broken sword, but he didn't expect it, he didn't expect it, but he didn't expect that there would be a time when he was blind.

It's a pity that one force will drop ten. No matter how good he is in combat, he can't beat it.

Qi Lu grinned, waved a few sword qi to break through the Xuanwu Prison, and instantly approached Ink Yang, Ling Xiao's sword was on the slender neck of the young man, but through the scabbard, he didn't need to use his sword intent.

The child didn't make any further movements, he easily pulled out the Lingxiao Sword with one hand, and stroked the pattern on the sword inch by inch.

The skill of this swordsmith is one ten-thousandth of that of the old man.

"This sword doesn't recognize the owner?" Killua raised his eyes and looked at Ink Yang with a pair of smiling eyes, a little surprised.

If it is the sword of the Lord, I'm afraid this kid will be a little more difficult to deal with.

This sword is not an ordinary sword, the moment he strokes the sword body, the simple and cold aura on the sword is transmitted to him, and the shouts and wails from distant time and space make him feel refreshed.

In a trance, I felt like I was back in the scene of tribal rivalry 10,000 years ago.

The soul under the sword is no less than the Xuanyuan sword.

Ink Yang closed his eyes, he had exhausted his donkey skills, and in such a short period of time, he had exhausted all he had learned.

"What game?" the young man's voice was cold, and there was silence in his blue eyes, and in an instant, the defeat was like a mountain, and he adjusted his plan.

Killua only said that this person is really not ordinary.

The mind and technique are all first-class and outstanding.

"This secret realm can only be opened by the Obsidian Forge. Killua put the sword into its sheath and returned it to Ink Yang. I don't know why, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him that he should do it.

And obsidian does not melt in high temperatures, and only blends with the soul.

"Therefore, someone must sacrifice the sword before you can go out. Killua looked at Harish, who was stunned, and said with a smile, "He is not very talented, thousands of such soul sacrifice swords, it is possible for the obsidian to react." ”

"But if there is a Heavenly Spirit Root Sacrifice Sword, maybe only one ......"

Killua sat on the sand bed, and his eyes fell on Ink Yang, which was meaningful.

"What do you mean?" Ink Yang took a deep breath, and Killua gave him two options.

One is to sacrifice the entire tribe, and the other is to sacrifice one for the people in Kunlun.

He didn't like either.

"I want you to tell your friends the truth about the sword. Killua pursed red lips, wondering what the group would choose.

He was especially concerned about the owner of the jade broken sword of the mountains and rivers.

Yunjing said that only people who have mountains and rivers in their hearts can be the masters of the jade broken sword of mountains and rivers.

If Li Xuanyuan's performance was not as good as he wanted, he would kill him with his own hands and take back the old man's sword.

Ink Yang's eyes sank, what is this sword spirit going to do?

"I appreciate your coldness at first, but in the end, you gave up on your plan to make Harish alive. Killua stood with his back to Ink Yang, not at all worried that Ink Yang would be a threat.

Killua's eyes looked at the sun slowly rising over the horizon in the distance, and the Polar Sun Hell began another day of high temperatures. This is the last day, and if he doesn't return to Xuanyuan Sword, his soul will also disappear.

He has lived for a long time, and even if he doesn't choose to be reincarnated, he is still suffering.

Geezer......

He wouldn't let Ink Yang really kill Harish.

In the two years since he lost his memory, Harish took good care of him.

Killua doesn't hate Harish, but he just subconsciously doesn't want Harish to have anything to do with him.

Harish's black and white eyes were covered with black ash at this time, and his heart was like dead wood.

Why is my brother like this......

"I'd love to know what would happen if your friend had made the choice. ”

"Do you choose one, or a thousand?"

I don't know if it's the illusion of Ink Yang, but when Killua said "one or a thousand", the flames on his forehead obviously jumped even harder.

"Senior Brother Mo!"

Bai Xiuxiu's voice suddenly came from a distance, and Mo Yang knew that it was Kunlun who found that he was missing, and was looking for him everywhere, listening to the voice, it was not far away.

The corners of Killua's lips were hooked, his smiling eyes were crooked, and he had a face like a blessing doll, but with an expression of tax evasion, Mapo possessed.

"Looks like they're coming soon. ”

I saw Killua lying obediently on the bed, and changed back to Harrick's appearance, with a pair of black and white eyes that were crystal clear, as if everything just now had nothing to do with him.

"Senior Sister Xiuxiu, I'm here. Ink Yang restrained his emotions, pulled the corners of his mouth, and greeted him with a smile.

"Senior brother, why are you here?" Bai Xiuxiu tilted her head, a little curious.

The twenty-four swords on her body were all trembling when they approached this building, and there was still a very powerful aura left here, although Bai Xiuxiu didn't feel it, but she believed in her sword.

"Was there anything wrong just now?" Bai Xiuxiu stared at Mo Shuiyang with a solemn expression, her eyes full of worry, "Senior brother, if there is something, you must tell us." ”

"I know you're very smart, but when the sky falls, there are senior brothers and sisters carrying it in front for you. ”

Bai Xiuxiu patted her chest that was not full, her delicate and weak body didn't look reliable at all, but her eyes were very serious, and no one didn't believe in such a pair of eyes.

"Okay, senior sister. ”

Ink Yang sneered, and in an instant, like the rising sun, the haze on his face dissipated.

That's right! It's much better than the smile you just squeezed out.

Bai Xiuxiu smiled and rubbed Mo Yang's head.

She didn't know that gentleness can save people many times, but sometimes it can also strengthen the determination of others to bear it alone.