This cyan furnace is much more delicate than the one in the main hall, carved and embroidered on it, like a sword floating, boring guns bustling.

Qin Chuan approached, and his eyes were inadvertently attracted by this carving. Xuanyin is leisurely accompanied by the ear, boring and drumming, and the sound of Jin Ge resonating.

A spiritual platform quietly emerged from the bottom of my heart, and this spiritual platform collected my mind. If someone were to get close to Qin Chuan now, they would definitely find that his physical body was not breathing, including his heartbeat, like a burned firewood and a withered axe.

I don't remember where I came from, I don't know where I returned, and I wandered all the way with Qin Chuan's spirit. Walk through the dark tombs, through the desert Gobi, and finally enter a golden gate. The gray mist around him, like a quagmire, shrouded Qin Chuan.

In a trance, Qin Chuan came to his senses and suddenly felt that his surroundings were abnormal. Like a drunk who drank a fragment, he didn't know why he was here, and he didn't know where the spiritual platform was going, only the warmth brought by the streamer on the golden gate made people feel slightly at ease. But this peace of mind is fleeting.

The spiritual platform carried Qin Chuan through the Golden Gate, and the gray fog around him was also isolated from the door. His eyes were full of clarity, and he no longer looked like he was in a dark channel. Carry out the secret of the dust and let yourself maintain a state of mind without sorrow and joy. However, when he carried the basic tuna, something was wrong.

It is impossible to carry this basic tuna! This has never happened before.

But then, Qin Chuan was stunned. Looking down, he saw that he was half humanoid in his eyes, and he was just a group of spirits.

The change of mood brings incomparable calmness. I have never had such a clear mind in my heart, as if this soul has become much more transparent after leaving the body. What Qin Chuan didn't know was. The body is full of dust, and this dust is the most poisonous thing for the practitioner. Now that he has entered this other world, his soul has been freed from the shackles and shackles, and he is naturally clear.

The gray air flow around him was blocked by the golden gate, and there was no air flow between the world that obstructed the view. As far as the eye can see, this world is no different from the outside world. This place is a brawl platform, and as far as the eye can see, there are swords and swords for thousands of miles. At this moment, a trace of Qingfeng shook out a chaotic sword shadow in front of him, and stabbed straight at him.

Qin Chuan's heart tightened, and he was about to retreat, but he couldn't control this body. Suddenly, I remembered that I was just a wandering spirit.

There was a clear sound ahead, and the sword roared. When I listened carefully, I only felt a slight gasp in my ears and the sound of a heartbeat in my chest.

Qin Chuan looked at this strange scene, his thoughts flipped, his heart fluctuated, and he almost broke his state of mind. After all, this was the first time he had used the Xuanxi Dust Technique in a place other than cultivation.

Looking at it, Qin Chuan had an eyebrow in his heart. I occupy other people's bodies, but I can only watch from the sidelines, but I can't control them. The person who occupied Qin Chuan's body was of the same age and figure as the original. He was dressed in a teal shirt and held a ghost-headed dagger in his hand.

A knife and a sword quickly fought in one place, and the two were divided and combined, and the sound of collision was deep and shallow. The swordsman seemed to be physically exhausted, and after a blow, he staggered back a few steps.

The swordsman took advantage of the victory and pursued, hurriedly took two steps to follow, and then there was a move, like a wild goose. This person took advantage of the volley, slashed with a horizontal knife, and had two more points of strength.

Unexpectedly, the swordsman just deliberately sold a flaw, and the chaotic footsteps became orderly again. When he saw that the swordsman was in the plan, he was not in a hurry, he knew that his strength was inferior, and when he saw that the swordsman was old, it must be difficult to shake it, so he had to avoid the edge for the time being. He connected his sword with a short knife and took a few steps back sideways.

The swordsman used enough strength, thinking that he could split the swordsman into two, but who thought that the person in front of him was not out of balance, and even took the knife. His strength is exhausted, and it is when the old strength is exhausted and the new strength is not born.

The swordsman saw that the swordsman's feet were floating, and regardless of his numb right arm, he picked up his sword and stabbed it. Stab in the eyes first, then hit the throat.

The swordsman raised his sword to block, but who expected that the swordsman's two blows were still just flickering. The swordsman was distracted by these two blows, but the swordsman struck the last blow lightly.

Swordsmen are longer than speed and shorter than strength. This comes and goes, and you know.

"Poof!"

The third blow was to the left chest. The sword stabbed through the swordsman's left chest, giving only a slight pop. Raising his arm to draw the sword, blood pumped out from the knifeman's wound in the shape of an arrow.

The swordsman stared at the slight sore spot in a daze, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

When the swordsman saw that the man hated the sword, he let out a long breath. The battle was not easy, and he was also injured all over his body. Stretch out your arms and close your eyes and concentrate, as if you are embracing heaven and earth. Sure enough, there seems to be another mystery in this world. A gray sword appeared in the center of the swordsman's eyebrows, but in an instant, it entered the center of the swordsman's eyebrows. It's like an initiation, a fugue with foreign objects.

The two of them both catch and fight, and the loser will eventually be devoured by the strong. Just as the swordsman felt the baptism of heaven and earth, the swordsman behind him actually stood up again.

The knife bearer - Qin Chuan! He doesn't have any quirks that he will never take advantage of others. The knife fell in his hand, and he directly cut off the swordsman's head. There was no abnormality in his expression, and he didn't even look at the man again.

Yutu is still thousands of miles away, and I have seen many bloody storms. As long as he is obsessed with the truth of that year, he is an exile, he was, is, and will be. This world has released the evil in his heart, don't you still want to teach him to take it back by himself?

Occupying the swordsman's body, the wound on his heart was long gone. As soon as I took control of this body, I was still a little uncomfortable, plus I lost too much blood and was a little unsteady on my feet. Shake off the blood on the short knife, and never forget to urge the Xuanxi Dust Trick in his heart. It is a pity that the basic tuna method seems to be incompatible with this heaven and earth, and it still fails to urge after obtaining the flesh.

Qin Chuan felt more and more that the origin of this mysterious dust recipe was mysterious. The Mystery Dust Technique can adjust the body's functions to the peak, including this strange body. He waited, waiting for the mysterious light to fly out from the swordsman. Sure enough, after a while, the reality was the same as expected.

The blue and gray colors drilled out from the center of the swordsman's eyebrows, and in an instant, they merged into the center of the eyebrows. As soon as the eyebrows are hot, pieces of fragmentary feelings are integrated into the bottom of my heart, like flying catkins. This perception is not a memory, but an intuition.

Qin Chuan doesn't know any weapons except for fists and feet. In his eyes, the long sword was just a sharp stick, and the short knife was not as good as a short shovel. However, when these perceptions were comprehended, bursts of enlightenment struck, as if hearing the sound of the wind moving and Jin Ge's sonorous voice.

Like a battle-hardened veteran, he raised his rusted sword again. The long sword was really just sharper, but it was far better than a stick, and so was the short sword. The voice grew grandiose, and I vaguely remembered why I was here. I was in the Fuluan Dan room, and I was choosing the exercises.

"That way, I know where this is. This brawl is called the Eternal Battlefield!"