A stream of water, wrapped in a gale that came from nowhere, fell from a high place.

Chen Anzhi didn't move, he raised his head slightly, looking at the sword light, and the figure contained in the light, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

He stood still, not moving.

But the Mu Chun sword on his waist moved.

The white mangs rose slightly.

A small body suddenly appeared in front of Chen Anzhi, but the small palm was like a net of heaven and earth at this moment, intercepting all the streamer sword qi.

The palm of the palm against the tip of the sword, the former is delicate and soft, the latter is sharp and sharp.

But the tip of the sword could no longer advance half a minute.

It was at this moment that the eight long swords on the top layer erupted with amazing sword qi, but no sword spirit appeared.

"You're like this!" Xiao Muchun looked at the long sword full of cracks dissatisfied.

At the hilt of the sword, the phantom of the young man covered in bruises had a soft gaze, he looked at Xiao Muchun and said, "Xiao Muchun, don't worry about it for now, I have some things to settle with that guy." With that, his eyes fell on the smiling man behind him, and a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Muchun's head shook like a rattle, and he said in a milky voice: "Muchun doesn't know you, and I can't let you hurt my big brother." ”

The young man was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then asked Chen Anzhi for confirmation with a surprised gaze.

Chen Anzhi finally restrained his smile and nodded slightly: "A lot of things have happened, Xiao Muchun has lost a lot of memories, and I have a lot of things that I don't understand." ”

The boy seemed a little incredulous, his eyes widening and staring at the little innocent face.

Xiao Muchun looked at the young man, with curiosity and doubt on his face, stretched out his little hand to touch the long sword, and gloomily passed under his confused eyes, "It must be very painful." ”

The boy nodded, noncommittal.

Chen Anzhi suddenly stretched out his hand on the top of Xiao Muchun's head, and said softly: "Xiao Muchun,"

Chen Anzhi asked, "What's going on?"

Picking leaves looked strange and asked, "You don't know?"

Chen Anzhi shook his head, "I don't know a lot of things, and I don't even know why I'm still alive. ”

As Jiang Chuyi's sword, Picking Leaves naturally saw Chen Anzhi's current physical condition, and he was silent for a while, he never thought that the great sword immortal who was so powerful back then would actually fall to such a point.

Chen Anzhi knew what the young man was thinking, and said with a smile: "What kind of expression are you, when I was a little monk, shouldn't we just subdue demons and eliminate demons together?" ”

The last sentence fell on the ears of the leaf pickers, and I always felt a little lost.

It was an indescribable taste, as if something had fallen from where it was supposed to be.

"Speaking of which, I have a lot to ask you. Chen Anzhi thought for a while, his expression was solemn and solemn, "Who did I sneak attack against?"

Picking leaves stood up, approached step by step, and asked suspiciously, "You were sneak attacked?"

Chen Anzhi looked at the leaf picking, and his pupils trembled slightly.

In the sword washing building, the sword qi rippled like a breeze.

Xiao Mu Spring is really innocent, he is curious about the leaf picking sword body, and he didn't pay attention to the conversation of the other two at all, looking east and west.

Picking leaves looked at Xiao Muchun with an innocent face, his eyes fell on the little guy's wrist, and there was a red rope wearing white jade and connecting there, "You should know that whether it is He Anzai, Xiao Muchun, or Miss Ning, they are all people who do not belong to the three states and five places." ”

Chen Anzhi sneered, "He An's little guy is from three states and five places, and he is the little guy from Yuzhou, Middle Earth, and the town of the Great Sui Dynasty." ”

Picking the leaves swallowed, and did not refute.

Picking leaves and talking back, he continued: "Do you think that with the Great Sword Immortal back then, apart from He Anzai and those old guys in the sky, who else can hurt you?"

Chen Anzhi hesitated, "No one." I've slept for three thousand years, and when I woke up, I was lying in the ruined temple of the Great Beam, and my memory of that dark upheaval didn't seem to be very complete, so I want to ask you what do you remember?"

Picking leaves thought about it very seriously, and then shook his head slightly, "In fact, about the dark turmoil, my memory is also very fragmentary, as if someone deliberately erased it, but I vaguely remember that when I entered the Sword Washing Tower, He Anzai sat in front of me, lost his soul like a madman, and kept repeating a sentence, this turmoil was wrong from the beginning, and they were going to come down." ”

When Chen Anzhi came into contact with the hairpin on the nineteenth floor before, he heard such a roar coming from the building, it seemed that He Anzhi was also very jealous of those guys, and then he thought of the nineteen ghost mouths in Luo Sanqian's mouth, as well as the nineteen clues mentioned by the Yuanshan Sect Sect, and his indifferent eyes finally waved, "Was it wrong from the beginning? What did you say wrong, did He Anzai say who they were?"

Picking Ye shook his head and sighed slightly: "In fact, when I woke up, He Anzai was almost crazy, I wanted to ask him something, but I couldn't communicate with him at all, so he stayed in front of me until that night, when a black mist flowed in from outside the door. ”

Speaking of the scene that day, the eyes of the leaf pickers rarely showed a strong sense of fear.

That night.

He Anzai seemed to be much clearer, his eyes were no longer sloppy, revealing clear, and he no longer repeated those words that people couldn't understand, but told the story of his own life in the town with the leaf picking, and talked about the sword practice with Jiang Chuyi, I hadn't seen the young man in the Confucian shirt smiling for a long time, but his heart was filled with a thick sense of unease.

Although he is a sword spirit, he has also heard the theory of returning to the light, and He Anzai's performance in front of him is very similar to what people call backing to the light, and the reason why he is so sure is because no matter what he says, He Anzai is always talking to himself.

The next scene will make the leaf picking unforgettable.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight spilled in through the cracks, and bunches fell on the ground piece by piece.

The more He Anzai spoke, the more subtle his voice became, and in the end, his voice became trembling, and he stared at the door of the Sword Washing Tower with wide eyes in panic.

Picking the leaves was a little puzzled, and looked at He Anzai's line of sight.

Gradually, the white moonlight seemed to take shape, wrapped in an ethereal black mist, falling into black pillars one after another, falling like water, slowly soaking and flowing towards He An.

He Anzai seemed to be extremely afraid of the black substance, he continued to form magic seals, bombarding the black water all over the ground, those brilliant spells and sword qi, but they had no effect like a stone sinking into the sea.

At the same time, the eight swords of the Washing Sword Building floated in the air, attacking independently, and the sword qi that could open up mountains and seas smashed on the surface of the water, not only was the black water not blocked by the sword qi, but when the eight swords touched the black water, they seemed to lose control, and they all fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The black water seemed to have an inexplicable prohibition, He An couldn't show his ability to reach the sky, and even the eight swords were eroded, and the sword spirit was locked in the sword and couldn't move.

The black water flows slowly, but unhindered.

Slowly climbed up the soles of He Anzai's feet, up along the calves, inch by inch like small hands climbing and covering, the process was very slow, He An curled up in pain, and was gradually swallowed by the black water, he let out a low roar because of the pain, like a brute beast, it was a real long roar, until finally, He An was falling to the ground, and his body was swept by the black water and seeped out from all over the crack in the door.

"I wanted to save He Anzai, but he shook his head with difficulty, he looked up at me, his eyes were clear, I knew that he was awake at this moment. "The body of the leaf picker trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with horror," he said to me: this is all fate. ”