"You say," Gu Zipei looked at the tattered yellow robe and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, "Where are they going?"

"I don't know," An Qingge's face turned pale, "Now that the thousand-mile soul chasing mark on their bodies is blocked, I can't sense it." ”

The two of them stood silently in the dim, broken wood room, and the two of them joined forces to stop Shu'er and the others, which was enough to show that the powerful power contained in the two ancient books was irresistible to the two.

Where will they go and what will their experience be?

Thinking that Shu'er and the others were just children, what to do in case of danger, Gu Zipei didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The two never imagined that it would end in such a way after all.

"What should I do next?" Gu Zipei looked at An Qingge and smiled bitterly: "I can't explain to Hui'er now." ”

Originally, in order to hold down their wife, they had sworn that they would not let the second son have an accident, but now that it is like this, it is estimated that the two ladies will not give up.

Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out on their backs.

"Wait. An Qingge groaned, and he felt that the sense between him and the brand seemed to slowly become clear.

"This location is in the ......" An Qingge closed his eyes, sensing the approximate location of the brand.

"Northwest!"

When Gu Zipei heard this, he became a little excited: "How far?"

An Qingge's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a heavy look.

"What's wrong?" Gu Zipei was sweating profusely and stared at An Qingge nervously.

"Specific distance......" An Qingge wanted to speak and stopped.

"It won't be ......" Gu Zipei had an ominous premonition.

"I can't feel it. An Qingge shook his head, "I was disturbed by a force that seemed to be nothing, and I couldn't determine the specific location. ”

Gu Zipei's eyes were full of worry: "If you can't even detect the wind sense, then it may be an extraterritorial realm." ”

"Hmm. At this moment, An Qingge was a little calm, "Rou'er is also in the northwest direction, and she is also unable to sense clearly. ”

"They should be together. Gu Zipei could only comfort himself like this.

"I hope so......"

......

"What is this?" Shu'er's voice echoed through the darkness.

It was pitch black, and no matter how hard Shu'er tried to open her eyes, she still couldn't see anything.

"Where am I?" Shu'er sat on the cold ground, staring blankly at the palms of her hands, her eyes a little confused.

Shu'er looked at it for a while before she came back to her senses.

"Hey~"

His voice echoed in the darkness.

No one answered.

"Rou'er~"

He mustered his courage, raised his voice and shouted again.

Still no one answered.

"Daddy~Uncle Gu~"

The sound was echoing, and the echoes overlapped, making Shu'er feel a chill.

Shu'er stopped calling, but stood up trembling on the ground.

"It's cold. Shu'er whispered, but it was extremely clear in the boundless darkness.

He subconsciously tugged at his clothes and walked forward slowly.

"Is there anyone~"

Probably because of fear and silence, Shu'er looked left and right, and shouted again.

"Smack~"

Without paying attention, Shu'er bumped into something in front of her.

"Ah~" Shu'er snorted softly.

Shu'er took a step back and touched her waist with her hand.

"Are you looking for this?"

An old and hoarse voice came from in front of Shu'er.

Shu'er fixed his eyes and saw a man in a black robe standing in front of him with his back to him, a long sword as black as ink coiled in the hands of this mysterious man, well-behaved like a child.

"Yes. Shu'er didn't touch the ink on his waist, presumably the sword in his hand was.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?" The man's voice suddenly turned into a young man's voice, full of domineering spirit that looked at the world, "Sword Emperor!"

"Sword Emperor?!" Shu'er's voice was full of disbelief.

The Emperor of the Sword is not something that ordinary people should be.

"An Wangshu has seen the Sword Emperor. Shu'er hugged his fists, as the son of the city lord, the etiquette of the cultivator An Qingge also taught him a lot.

"Hmm. The man didn't answer, but continued, "Do you want this sword?"

Shu'er glanced at the sword in his hand and nodded seriously.

"Three moves. The man said, "You can touch my clothes in three strokes, and he will be yours." ”

"Good. Shu'er agreed without thinking about it.

"Don't you regret it?"

"Whether you hesitate or not, beating you is the fastest way. ”

"Hahaha. The man suddenly smiled and said, "Good boy!"

"Crazy enough!"

The man flipped his hand and threw the ink to Shu'er.

Shu'er stretched out her hand and caught the ink treasure.

The man turned to face Shu'er.

Despite the dim environment, Shu'er still had a vague view of the man's face.

The square face has thin lips, starry eyes and thick eyebrows, and the whole face is angular, revealing a kingly atmosphere.

Shu'er frowned, this man's appearance was somewhat similar to his father An Qingge.

"Get out of your sword. The man put his hands behind his back and said lightly, "You only have three chances." ”

Shu'er holds the hilt of the sword in his left hand, attaches the blade to the outside of his forearm, puts his whole arm behind his back, and places his right hand in front of his chest.

The man smiled.

The next moment, Shu'er leaned forward and rushed towards the mysterious man at an extremely fast speed.

I saw Shu'er rushing in front of the man, and pressed her right hand to the base of the man's thigh.

The man turned around, turned to Shu'er's left, and faced Shu'er!

Shu'er turned to the side slightly, and his left hand stretched out to the left sharply, and the ink was hidden in Shu'er's hand and turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and then the sword blade pointed straight at the man's jaw from the bottom to the top!

"It's ok. The man whispered, his body bent back at an uncanny angle, dodging the blow.

Shu'er twisted her waist again, and Mozang quickly spun in the direction of his arm's rotation, looking like a black iron rod!

"Huh?" the man's tone changed suddenly.

The next moment, the man stepped back sharply behind him on tiptoe.

Mozang suddenly paused, and a stream of spiritual power wrapped around Mozang along Shu'er's left arm at an extremely fast speed.

No wind rose and blew away a few strands of hair on Shu'er's forehead.

"It's not enough. The man muttered.

Shu'er's left foot is a little bit, and she rushes straight at the man like the wind!

"That's like a little talk. No matter how fast Shu'er moved, it was clear in the man's eyes.

The man's right hand formed a sword and met Shu'er's sword.

"Ding~" The fingertips collided with the tip of the sword, and the surrounding air was compressed, and a piercing popping sound was emitted in an instant.

"Out!" Shu'er's eyes were extremely focused at the moment, only the ink in his hand!

"Hmm. The man looked at Shu'er, felt the power from his fingertips, and snorted softly in his throat.

Still didn't hold it down.

The man's heart said.

The next moment, Shu'er felt a huge force coming from the sword, which shook his mouth and made his mouth numb, and Mozang came out of his hand.