Chapter 22: The Lord of the Spirit Sword, the Broken Blade
There was a root lying on the ground.
Lying in blood.
The white-haired woman crawled to Arigen's side with difficulty, a worried look on her face.
Stretched out in the sun, the woman pushed her rooted body.
"Hey, hey, are you okay?"
There is no reaction from the root.
The woman frowned and raised the palm of the hand that had touched the robe.
In the sunlight, the blood that spreads all over the palms of the hands takes on a dark red color.
The woman was shocked, and hurriedly turned the body that was lying on her stomach in blood.
What the woman saw was a blood-red, scarred face that could no longer distinguish its face.
and a body that was also scarred and almost fragmented.
The eyes were full of brilliant golden glow, and there was a root that opened his eyes with difficulty
There was a sharp pain in the injured throat.
Yougen endured the severe pain and said, "Uh...... , this sunshine is so dazzling!"
The voice is very hoarse.
It's ugly.
Looking at Yougen who opened her eyes, the white-haired woman looked sad and said softly: "Don't move, take a good rest." ”
"Huh. Twisting his bleeding neck, he looked at the woman sitting on the ground beside him.
"I'm fine,...... I heard it all just now, you're a sword demon, right?"
Looking at the woman with a face like facial paper, looking at the woman's gradually transparent body, looking at the silver liquid on the woman's waist, abdomen and the corners of her mouth.
Looking at the long sword looming in the woman's body.
One grinned his cracked lips and smiled happily.
"Leave me alone, go up the mountain and help me ......"
The smile froze on Ariken's face, and blood seeped out along the scars that covered his skin.
Blood stained the rooty cheeks.
There is a root that no longer breathes.
The heart also stopped beating.
looked at the broken body lying in the blood in front of him, which had lost his life.
Looking at the calm smile that stopped on the blood-stained face.
The white-haired woman was silent for a while, then looked down at her increasingly transparent body, sighed and said, "Alas, you and I are destined. ”
The woman stretched out her hands and overlapped them on the root of her left chest, where her heart was.
"Besides, I'm not a sword demon. ”
As soon as the words fell, the long sword in the woman's body emitted a brilliant silver light.
In the light, the figure of the white-haired woman disappeared completely.
The light shines brighter and brighter.
Between heaven and earth, at this time, it is as if two suns appeared.
The silver light source was blazing, and the brilliant silver light completely wrapped the scarred and broken body lying in the black blood.
From the silver light wrapped in roots, a woman's voice came out.
Tactful as a cuckoo, crisp as a yellow warbler's voice, revealing decisiveness.
Reveal affirmation.
"In my body, into your hands. ”
"Never give up, never give up, never give up!"
"From now on, the king dies, and the sword dies. ”
"The sword is dead, the king is not dead!"
As soon as the woman's words fell, the silver light completely exploded, and the brilliance was so brilliant that even the sun in the sky was eclipsed.
Outside the wilderness, on the mountainside.
A gust of wind blew from the top of the mountain, blowing the sleeves of the rootless coat.
Behind the rootless, the outstretched left hand seems to be waiting for something.
"Come!"
Feeling the wind blowing on him, blowing from the top of the mountain, his face suddenly became solemn and rootless, and he shouted out a word loudly.
Shouting is rightfully deserved.
The shouting is justified.
On the top of the mountain, behind the Taoist temple, next to the well.
The rift on the sword mound quickly spread to the entire body of the sword mound.
Then, the sword mound exploded.
Countless bricks of different sizes and colors were blue, countless rusty long swords, and countless magic beads of dark colors splashed up.
Splash up to a height of ten meters.
Between the splashed bricks, the long sword, and the magic beads, a dazzling red light flashed.
The red is smooth over the top of the mountain.
Descend the mountain and descend to the mountainside.
fell into the hands of the rootless.
The red light was a sword.
A broken sword.
The hilt of the broken sword is the same as the broken sword in the hand of the Kedao people at this time.
The same simplicity, the same simplicity.
The same is brown.
What's different is the blade.
The blade of the sword that falls on the rootless hand is red, and the surface is as smooth as a mirror.
The fracture of the sword body was uneven, as if it had been broken by brute force.
Rootless raised his wounded, but no longer bleeding right hand, and formed a sword finger.
The golden vitality stretched out from the broken edge of the broken sword, forming the sword body of the broken sword.
When Rootless reached behind him, the scorpion already sensed that something was wrong.
But before he could react, the rootless holding the broken sword had already formed a sword finger.
The long knife that lingered with black vitality slashed through the air at a rapid pace, emitting a terrible sound.
The long knife slashed at the golden sword.
The sword body disintegrated.
The long knife bounces back.
The broken sword without the body of the sword turned into a red light.
Flew in front of the scorpion.
Glide over the scorpion's neck.
The broken sword twisted into an arc and returned to the rootless right hand.
"This vitality is not something you can control. Looking at the headless corpse not far away, looking at the blood gushing out from the broken neck, and the pitch-black vitality mixed in the blood that rushed out from the headless corpse, Wugen wiped the blood stains on the broken sword with his sleeve indifferently.
Then, rootless looked towards the foot of the mountain, and he saw a blinding silver light
After a moment of silence, Rootless turned around and looked towards the top of the mountain, where he saw a black light reaching straight into the sky.
Wugen lowered his head, with a gloomy look on his face, and said: "I misunderstood Senior Brother Ke before, and brought you up the mountain for the purpose of prospering the sect, but now, if you are a lackey of the Demon Sect, you are dead." ”
After speaking, Wugen turned his head sideways, squinted at the dazzling silver light on the mountain again, and smiled helplessly.
"Now it seems, you're not. ”
The smile faded, and Rootless turned his head again, facing the top of the mountain, facing the black vitality that rushed straight into the clouds, for a few miles, condensed like a solid state, but kept stirring and tumbling.
He sighed and said, "So, I hurt you." ”
With a flick of his sleeves, on the broken sword held in Wugen's right hand, golden light shimmered, and the vitality condensed into the sword body of the broken sword.
Rootless stepped up and flew to the top of the mountain.
At the top of the Wild Mountain, the Taoist temple has collapsed.
The dark and rich vitality dispersed in the air, covering the location of the original Taoist temple.
Kedao people are in the dark air.
The solid black vitality kept impacting, surrounding the Kedao people an inch away, showing a solid cyan vitality.
"Old Bullnose, die!"
From the pitch-black vitality, a hoarse roar came out.
The pitch-black vitality that impacted the people of Kedao became more frequent and more intense.
On the cyan aura curtain around his body, many places were flooded with ripple-like ripples.
Kedaoren, whose face was furrowed, stared at a place in front of him.
In the place where the people of Kodao are gazing intently.
The black vitality that hit the cyan aura began to churn.
Tumbling like a hurricane, a hand rushed out of the black air of the waves on the sea.