Chapter Seventy-Seven: Heavenly Wheel Sword Technique
"Whew!"
Just as the old man was thinking, Ye Chuchen, who was lying on the ground, exhaled a long breath, bowed his back, and opened his eyes.
It may be that after all the things just now, Ye Chuchen's face when he woke up was extremely pale, his hands were on the ground, and he looked extremely weak.
"You're finally awake!"
In a trance, the old man's words came, and Ye Chuchen turned his head to look at the old man sitting cross-legged, and there was also a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"What happened to me just now? I'm so tired. ”
"Well, nothing, was entered into the body by something unclean, I ...... I've cleaned it up for you, that's why you're so weak. ”
Listening to Ye Chuchen's words, the old man's eyes were also condensed, presumably Ye Chuchen did not have the slightest impression of what happened just now, so the old man did not tell the truth, and pulled a cover to cover Ye Chuchen.
In fact, it's not that the old man doesn't want to say it, but the matter of the divine pulse is too shocking, and Ye Chuchen's impression will only increase his trouble.
Besides, now that Ye Chuchen doesn't even know his life experience, it is indeed a bit inappropriate to tell him this kind of thing, rather than this, it is better not to say it directly.
The old man's words softened, Ye Chuchen didn't feel anything unusual, and he also believed what the old man said at the moment.
Turning his head, the black long sword beside him was lying quietly on the ground, Ye Chuchen picked up the long sword in one hand, and the long sword was in his hand, and an extremely cold thought flashed in his mind.
Immediately, I saw a stream of cyan light overflowing from the long sword, spreading along his arm and entering his body.
And just after the Qingliu was injected, Ye Chuchen's pale face quickly turned red, and in a moment, Ye Chuchen's face was the same as before, and his weak hands and feet also became full of vitality.
Everything happened so quickly, Ye Chuchen hadn't reacted yet, his body had already recovered, and he felt that his recovered body was more powerful than before he entered the ruins.
The old man sat on the side, quietly watching Ye Chuchen recover, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
And just when the old man was surprised, Ye Chuchen only felt that his body was hot, and the hot breath gushed out of his body and entered the black long sword.
Although it was only heat, the old man had felt its extraordinaryness from the moment it appeared, because the heat exuded an incomparably ancient aura.
The heat slowly overflowed, entering the black long sword, and suddenly the black long sword gave birth to a bird's cry, and the next moment the whole sword hung in the air, and when it was suspended in the air, a soft light fell, which shrouded Ye Chuchen.
In an instant, Ye Chuchen only felt the incomparably comfortable soft light, and then his feet were light, and his body floated.
The old man on the side was surprised to know what had happened to the black sword, for him, this black sword he had seen a long time ago, but it had never happened now.
"Huh!"
A gust of wind blew, and just when the old man was puzzled, a black light suddenly shone from the black long sword, although it was black, but it gave people a sense of holiness that could not be offended.
The black shot on Ye Chuchen's forehead, and the black long sword moved for a while, and then flew directly above the pool, and Ye Chuchen was dragged by an inexplicable pull to follow.
To be honest, Ye Chuchen was also surprised at this time, he also knew that this black long sword must be an extraordinary thing, even the old man could look at it, could it be bad?
It's just that he doesn't know what happened to this black long sword, as if everything he is doing now is controlled by the black long sword, and he can't help it at all.
When the black long sword and Ye Chuchen appeared in the middle of the pool at the same time, the black long sword suddenly became black, and the magma in the pool instantly became boiling.
Just as the magma was boiling, I saw that the sword marks on the rock wall in the pool began to distort, and faintly, illusory figures appeared.
Ye Chuchen was surprised and thought about what might happen, but before he could think of it, the illusory figures moved quickly.
There were twelve phantoms, enclosing Ye Chuchen and the black long sword in the center, forming an extremely standard circle, and at this time, Ye Chuchen could finally see clearly, each phantom was holding a long sword in his hand.
Although it was not very clear, he could see the color and appearance of this sword, and after Ye Chuchen saw it clearly, he couldn't help but let out a long breath, because this kind of not very clear long sword was the black long sword that was now pulling him.
It's just that Ye Chuchen was frightened, and a ray of glow shot into the air at the hilt of the black long sword, and suddenly four big characters glowing with glow appeared above Ye Chuchen's head, and like the previous runes, Ye Chuchen didn't know any of them.
The four words slowly floated in the air, moving shallow and high, and with the appearance of these four words, outside the pool, the old man's brows suddenly furrowed, and his hands were unconsciously clenched.
Heavenly Wheel Swordsmanship!
If Ye Chuchen doesn't know these words and doesn't feel strange, then for the old man, it's like a bolt from the blue, as a powerhouse in another world, how can he not know these four words?
What's more, these four words are still talking about the ancient swordsmanship that has been lost in ancient times - Tianlun swordsmanship