Chu Xunyu was cut down by the zombie swordsman and fell into the deep pit, the tyrannical sword qi and the ferocious destructive power gave Chu Xunyu a great shock, of course, the most humiliating thing was that his cruel sword was beaten out of his hand and flew away, it was simply a great shame, Chu Xunyu felt everything in his heart.

The zombie swordsman turned around and walked to the side of the Remnant Sword, and used the Taste Autumn Sword to pick the Remnant Sword in front of Chu Xunyu, which seemed to make Chu Xunyu cheer up again, Chu Xunyu was a little surprised, and slowly held the hilt of the sword with his hand, it felt good to be able to touch it again. Then he staggered to his feet, looked up at the zombie swordsman, and wondered what he was planning, did he let himself fight again? Now was the best opportunity to kill himself completely, why did he return the sword to himself? Is this humiliating himself? Or is he enjoying the fun of fighting?

Seeing that Chu Xunyu had no reaction, the zombie swordsman took the initiative to jump down the pit and slashed over with his sword, Chu Xunyu was taken aback, and hurriedly took out his sword to block, but he was seriously injured, and his strength was not as good as before. Although the sound of the two swords staggered is still one after another, but the rhythm is much slower, Chu Xunyu is messy in both pace and swordsmanship, and he was forced to stumble all the way by the zombie swordsman, and even rolled and climbed from the deep pit to the ground again, the zombie swordsman didn't seem to care, holding a gourd in one hand and still attacking in the other, Chu Xunyu was slow, he was also slow, Chu Xunyu retreated, he entered, the two of them were far beyond the scope of the house, fighting in the outside world.

Seeing the zombie swordsman's leisurely stroll, Mu Yuan couldn't help but worry and asked, "Senior, he doesn't seem to be an opponent in Yelangzhong." ”

"Hmm. Forget the dust also worried, "Defeated." ”

Again, the cruel sword was involuntarily beaten out of his hand and flew away, Chu Xunyu had a deep sense of powerlessness, and also felt humiliation and anger, the zombie swordsman didn't care at all, and transferred the cruelty back to Chu Xunyu, intending to fight again, Chu Xunyu held the long sword, gasping for breath, the blood on his forehead stuck to his eyes, he gently raised his hand and wiped it, looking at the swordsman zombie Chu Xunyu was really a little dazed, I didn't know how to defeat him, I didn't know why he didn't kill himself, what did he want to do, was it really to humiliate himself？

A punch struck, hitting Chu Xunyu's lower abdomen, Chu Xunyu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the next moment, his knees, eyes, arms, and abdomen were all hit hard by his fist, and the zombie swordsman pinched Chu Xunyu's neck like a pocket and pulled it over and threw it out, Chu Xunyu rolled on the ground a few times before stopping in the dust, this time, Chu Xunyu did not get up immediately, but buried his face in the soil, motionless.

The zombie swordsman shook his head, seemed to be very disappointed, suddenly clenched the hilt of the sword, rushed over with a stab, and put on a posture of completely killing him, Chu Xunyu hurriedly sat up to resist the enemy, and suddenly found that the zombie swordsman was a thrust holding the handle with both hands, and his heart was cold at the moment, did he have to explain here?

The zombie swordsman was extremely fast, and in an instant, Chu Xunyu sat on the ground and responded to the enemy in a hurry, and the weak horizontal sword blocked, but when the power of the zombie swordsman slammed into the tsunami, Chu Xunyu closed his eyes in despair, and he could already meet the scene where he was about to be cut off in the next moment, and unexpectedly, after hearing the sound of the two swords colliding in his ears, he didn't move, and he ...... Seems to be resisting?

Opening her eyes, Chu Xunyu saw that there was an extra white jade hand on the hilt of her sword, and turned her head to see Ouyang Huanting's graceful and graceful figure, she bent down and held the hilt of the cruel sword with Chu Xunyu, blocking the spur of the zombie swordsman, and looked at Chu Xunyu with concern and asked softly, "Childe, why didn't you call me out?"

Chu Xunyu smiled bitterly, spit out the blood in his mouth, and said hoarsely: "Calling you out is cheating in the battle of the sword cultivator, this is not good." ”

"Isn't he the same?" Ouyang Huanting sneered as she looked at the zombie swordsman, as if she had something to say.

Before Chu Xunyu could react to this sentence, Ouyang Huanting quickly copied Chu Xunyu's left shoulder armpit with her other hand, pulled Chu Xunyu up, and then swept the sword blade out with Chu Xunyu, forcing back the zombie swordsman, and the next moment, Ouyang Huanting pressed down her body with Chu Xunyu, put on a stabbing posture, and asked, "Childe, are you ready?"

"Yes. Chu Xunyu nodded, burned the last fighting spirit, and exerted the aura in his body to the maximum, and the emerald green aura burned again, ready to go.

The zombie swordsman over there actually put on the same stabbing pose, is he going to fight hard? And he actually burned a blue flame all over his body, it was a corpse fire, because he was a dead man, and he had no aura, but the momentum of the battle was too great, and it actually ignited the corpse fire in the corpse, and the two confronted each other from afar, and ignited two groups of blue and blue swordsmen's fighting spirit in this dark underground, as if to tell the world that no matter where they are, the swordsman will be like this.

The two sides rushed out almost at the same time, colliding with each other in the air with lightning speed, and with the sound of the sword, it produced a huge and unparalleled huge impact and destructive force around it, one of the two sides is the power of life, the other is the power of death, the two are born and restrain each other, and complement each other, there is no life, there is no death, there is no death, how can it be born? The entangled forces of the two sides bit each other, and the destructive power that erupted spread all the way to the mountain wall, and those corpses fell down one after another, even the demon tree in the courtyard was not spared, and the entire top was cut off.

But what surprised Chu Xunyu the most was that he saw it, and saw that there was also a figure standing behind the zombie swordsman, and finally understood the reason why Ouyang Huanting sneered just now, it turned out that the other party was also holding a soul sword.

The Sword of the Living Soul, as the name suggests, is because of some special reasons to leave some powerful souls in it, this is a special existence, whether the sword is good or bad, it depends on the quality of the material and the casting technique, but in any case, it is impossible to cast the soul into it, unless the soul is forcibly enslaved and sealed by using the Demon Dao Technique, but that is equivalent to forcibly driving the soul, and it cannot let the soul burst out with the most powerful power by itself.

The formation of the sword of the soul is because some souls have a strong power to resist the traction of the underworld after death, and will not be forcibly dragged into the underworld to be reincarnated, and will not dissipate over time like those lonely souls and wild ghosts outside.

There was also a figure standing behind the zombie swordsman, holding the hilt of the sword with the zombie swordsman, it was a man, as if he was a middle-aged uncle, his face was long and angular, his body was slightly emaciated, he tied a braid behind him at random, a strand of hair hung down in front of his forehead, and there was some short and hard stubble on his chin, wearing an old but very clean dark green coarse cloth robe, pedaling on grass shoes, holding a sword in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, his eyes were bright and bright, and he looked at Chu Xunyu and Ouyang Huanting with a smile.

The figures of the two sides slowly fell, looking at each other, Ouyang Huanting also laughed and asked, "Are you finally willing to come out?"

The uncle replied easily: "This sentence is what I should ask you, are you finally willing to come out?"

"Not true. Chu Xunyu shook his head and asked, "You are not the person in the painting, why should a powerful swordsman like you be enslaved as a zombie to protect the house?"

"Enslavement?" the uncle laughed, habitually poured a sip of wine gourd, and waved his sword, "Little guy, don't talk nonsense, take out the sword, didn't you say you wanted to take me?" After speaking, the zombie body was on fire, like a round of scorching sun in the underground, and had already made a posture of wanting to make a final death match with Chu Xunyu and them.

Ouyang Huanting glanced at her eyebrows, her expression was extremely serious, and she whispered in Chu Xunyu's ear: "Childe, this person is extraordinary, if you want to defeat him, I am afraid you have to take action, you have to use my tricks, I know you may not want to, but there is no way, it is he who bullies the small first, you can bear with it." ”

"Yes. Chu Xunyu nodded, and finally understood why the other party had not killed him all the time, it turned out that he was forcing Ouyang Huanting to appear, and he had already seen that he also had the Sword of the Living Soul.

Ouyang Huanting closed her eyes, pointed the blade down with Chu Xunyu, and chanted softly with her sleeves: "Shengshi Song - Second Singing - Sunshine Three Stacks!"