"Crunch, squeak......"

All the streamers were sucked into the junction between the arm and the hilt, and the entire space was once again blackened.

Zhao Yi touched his arm and found that it and the long sword had become one.

"Puff, puff......"

At this time, Zhao Yi felt his heartbeat again, and he immediately withdrew his hand and touched his chest, but he didn't feel any beating at this touch.

He immediately put his hand back and touched the entire black long sword, and when his palm touched the black sword's eyes, he felt a noticeable beat.

This strange scene did not cause panic in his heart, but made him feel a very intimate feeling, as if he was really one, and every time Chengjian's eyes jumped, he could feel the blood in his whole body begin to boil and heat.

It was because of this feeling that the irritable power in his body suddenly began to increase rapidly, and he suddenly wanted to go crazy, no matter what was around, he just wanted to cut it, even if it was air.

As the power of the rage in his body increased rapidly, his breathing began to speed up, and every muscle in his body was congested, as if he was about to explode if he didn't use his strength again.

"Whew, whew......"

At first, his breathing was still like this, but later, his breathing directly became: "Ha, ha, ......"

Every gasp felt like saliva stuck in my throat.

Although every breath he breathed in the sea was seawater, miraculously, there was no change in his lungs, and there was still no reaction, as if he was dead.

He realized that there might be danger, but his body subconsciously told him that it was okay, and he didn't know what to do, so he tried to lift the severed arm up.

At this lift, the long sword followed, and in an instant, he felt that the irritable blood in his body began to calm down a little. He continued to lift it up, and directly pulled out the entire long sword from the inside of the ding.

His movements paused for two seconds, the boiling blood in his body began to subside, his heart stopped beating, the temperature of the blood changed back, and his body seemed to be dead again.

Strange, everything that happened was very strange.

He plunged the long sword into the ding, and in an instant his blood began to boil again.

He immediately drew his long sword, crouched down and touched the things in the ding, which were all dirt.

"There's something down there. ”

He dragged his arm that was tied to the sword, and with his other hand he began to dig underneath, and as soon as he grabbed two handfuls of dirt, he felt something hard digging up.

The moment he touched the hard thing, his blood boiled and raged again.

"It would be nice if there was something to prove it......"

He withdrew his hand, and thought about it, he now had a strange power again, so it shouldn't be difficult to try with just a little light.

Just as he was thinking, the black sword in the severed arm began to glow purple, illuminating everything around him once again.

He was surprised, but instead of exploring what was going on with the purple light, he squatted down and looked at what was buried in the earth.

It is a white slate that is smooth.

He began to dig up all the soil in the ding, and it was not until he finally dug that he realized that this thing had two chains that could be pulled apart.

He wanted to know, so he began to tug at his chains with the boiling force of blood.

As the chains were pulled, the white slate began to warp, and the inside was also a white slate, and nothing else could be seen.

It wasn't until he pulled up the entire white slate that he found that there was only a piece of paper lying inside, which was very large, five meters wide, and full of dense words.

He jumped down, his palm touching the paper very carefully.

But no matter how cautious he is, he still has to touch it in the end.

"Smack!"

At the moment when his fingertips touched the edge of the paper, a little electric spark suddenly emitted from his fingertips and the edge of the paper, and then Zhao Yi's whole expression was dull.

He became like a statue and stood still, motionless, and after a long time the words on the paper began to move, as if alive, and crawled towards his arm.

The words crawled from his arms to his back, arranged in such a neat fit that they seemed to have been cut from the top of a piece of paper.

It wasn't until all the words on the paper disappeared that his dull gaze slowly regained its brilliance.

"Shattered?"

He muttered something out of his mouth.

"The name of this exercise?"

He stood up, and his palm began to touch the white slate again, this time he didn't feel the boiling or fury of the blood, just like touching a normal slate.

"That feels like it's all because of these words?"

He pondered for a moment, and then began to look for something around Ding, but now the sense of traction in his heart was gone.

"Is this exercise calling me?"

Zhao Yi was very confused, although he didn't know much about the things on this exercise, and the name of the Communist Party was not domineering at all, but this exercise seemed to be a bit too powerful.

The above is all about some things that shatter space, I don't know if this is a lie, after all, this kind of thing is too godly at all, and it can be reluctantly accepted to appear in the cultivation realm, but this kind of thing appears on the earth, which is really suspicious.

"Forget it, let's go up first. ”

Zhao Yi kicked under his feet, and the whole person began to rush towards the sea at a rapid pace, he felt that his current strength seemed to be a little too strong, outrageously strong.

Where did this power come from? Is it the black sword or the words? He didn't know, but it would take a long time to figure out these things first.

Just as he was rushing towards the sea, he felt a little change in his broken arm, and when he looked down, he saw that the black sword in his broken arm had still shrunk into the arm, and the broken part of the arm actually began to grow.

The whole scene is like being reborn after a broken arm.

"You have to figure out these things. ”

By the time he rushed to the surface, it was already dark, and his arms had returned to normal.

The ability attached to the air still hasn't disappeared, and he doesn't know why he can still float in the air without the help of the aura? He only knows that his current consciousness is that he wants to fly, so he can fly, and he can land when he wants to, and his body is controlled very freely, just like ordinary walking.

He looked at his right arm, then at the ring on his left hand, and said to himself, "Maybe there really is a power in this world that can resurrect people...... As long as I try to find it......"