Within the spiritual consciousness, freedom is like a dream and a fool.

The sword drawing style is as imprinted in the depths of his mind. Every detail and every essence seems to have been tempered thousands of times, extremely familiar. In particular, the sharp sword intent that burst out in silence instantly takes action and instantly explodes, locking the target with the ability of the spirit, so that the other party can do nothing to avoid.

Such a sword.

I have never heard of anything I have heard of, and I have never heard of anything I have heard of.

There is a legend among the Chinese people that Li Xiao’s flying sword is always on the verge of nothing, Xiaoyao pondered secretly, probably this sword is like Li Xiao’s flying sword, with the same effect.

The system prompt sound exploded in my ears.

Xiaoyao no longer has the heart to care about how turmoil his actions will bring to him in the future. Now he is sitting in a curling manner, quietly experiencing the mystery of the sword drawing style.

Sword drawing style.

A sword derived from the light and shadow on the Heaven and Earth Monument.

The key point is: if you don’t move, you will be as fast as thunder. A ray of blood suddenly blooms from the darkness, and blood seals the throat. This is a sword of a fast sword, as fierce as a sword of a poisonous snake.

A sword came out.

Integrate your own energy and spirit and all power.

From another perspective, this is a sword that is killed by death, a sword that is completely desperate, and a sword that will never give up until the goal is achieved. This sword is even more worthy of the name of the "Dead Sword" of the swordsman. Xiaoyao's expression is indifferent, he constantly understands it in his mind, and realizes the sword intent contained in the sword drawing stance.

The sword move is the appearance, and the sword meaning is the root.

If you have only sword moves but no sword intent, you can only say that it is a powerful sword.

Only the sword intent was given.

Even an ordinary sword that is sticky with no means can make people feel scared. Only such a strong man can be named a swordsman rather than a sword master.

"Everything in front of you is empty, only the long sword in your hand remains."

"Sword Intent - Sword Only!"

Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a clear smile in his eyes.

He looked at the mural in front of him and did not feel as flexible as before. He knew that this was because he had obtained the sword-drawing stance from this mural and lost the qualification to understand again. However... he could not hide his excitement in his heart. He had a strong feeling that this monument of heaven and earth was not the only one here.

call out!

A ray of sword light suddenly appeared in Xiaoyao's hand. He looked at the fingertips that kept spewing out the sword light. The sword intent contained in it made him feel extremely satisfied.

Zheng!

As the sword light flashed in the Feixian Palace, a low sword sound suddenly came.

Xiaoyao suddenly turned his head and looked at the center of the Feixian Palace in shock.

He heard it clearly.

The sound of sword came from the stone platform, and it was confirmed without a doubt!

Zheng!

Zheng!

The sword sounded even more and more, and the sword platform began to shake violently.

At the same time, as Xiaoyao's face changed, the sea of ​​qi suddenly boiled violently, and the terrifying black mist in the mysterious core continued to sweep out and turned into gloomy ghost energy, surrounding his entire body. His whole body began to tremble and twist, and a dark luster appeared on his face, his eyes were bulging, and blood was spreading.

"ah!!!!"

Crazy and severe pain came, Xiaoyao grabbed his head with both hands and hissed.

Zheng!

Zheng!

The sword platform exploded, and a broken sword burst out with a squirting sound, directly towards Xiaoyao, who was in great pain, was covered in black fog, and was struggling constantly.

puff!

The sword looked like an unknown broken sword in the Xiaoyao Mysterious Core.

original.

The nameless broken sword was imprisoned in this sword platform and was confined by the energy of the Heaven and Earth Monument. However, as Xiaoyao comprehended the sword intent and realized the sword drawing style, the energy on the Heaven and Earth Monument was absorbed in an instant, causing the sword platform to lose the sealing effect in a short period of time. However, there was a nameless broken sword on Xiaoyao's body. He was pulled by it. Another nameless broken sword inside the sword platform immediately found the target, and directly penetrated into Xiaoyao's body, and even rushed directly into the mysterious core.

Whoosh!

Two dark figures instantly appeared in Feixian Palace.

When they saw Xiaoyao's miserable screams, their faces became even more ugly, and Xue Rou's face was filled with incomparable worry and guilt.

The old man guarding the tomb looked gloomy and swept towards the sword platform that had broken into countless pieces: "What the hell is going on? Why did the sword platform that sealed the nameless broken sword and dispersed spirit burst inexplicably!!!"

"What the hell is going on?"

The changes that happened in vain made the old man guarding the tomb look furious and extremely ugly.

“Master, what should I do?!”

"The Tai Chi diagram in the body of the Ninth Junior Brother, the power of thunder punishment, and the Wuming Broken Sword formed a restraining force, but now, this second Wuming Broken Sword actually broke through the seal and entered the junior brother's body, which completely broke the balance!" Xue Rou looked anxious: "And, this disease Wuming Broken Sword is not the one that day. It contains extremely strong evil energy and cannot be compared at all!"

In the burnt color, Xue Rou thought that she had asked Xiaoyao to come here, and the guilt in her heart was suddenly expanded infinitely, and her face was filled with endless regret.

"It's all me, it's all my fault!"

"If I hadn't brought him here, how could he have..."

Xue Rou looked pale without a trace of blood. The successive accidents made her feel severely injured and her body was shaking.

The old man guarding the tomb changed his expression.

Her appearance is already close to the brink of being in a devilish way.

"Bloody soft!"

"wake up!!!!"

The sound of the explosion contained a mysterious rhythm that exploded deep in Xue Rou's soul. With a constant impact, she woke up from the endless guilt. The old man in the tomb looked at her with a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "Xue Rou, now is not the time for guilt. Now the Wuming Broken Sword has entered his body. If we want to restore the balance in his body, we must find another most holy thing to restrain it. Only in this way can we suppress it!"

"ah!!!"

The roar of Xiaoyao kept resounding.

"The most holy thing?"

Xue Rou's face changed: "Now where can we find the most holy thing? Our Jiuxiao Sword Sect has only one except the most treasure of Jiuxiao Cloud Disk in the town sect..."

Speaking of this, she seemed to think of something, and her face became extremely ugly.

She slowly reached out her hand and brushed her through her neck, and a Tai Chi image jade tied with a red rope quietly jumped into her palm.

Her expression instantly became extremely complicated when she looked at the jade.

The old man guarding the tomb sighed softly: "He has given it to you. Everything depends on you. I know that this may make you feel wronged, but...ah, let's not say anything, I'll leave first."

Looking at the sudden silent blood Rou, the old man guarding the tomb shook his head and slowly disappeared while sighing.

...

"Taishang Hua Ling Jade"

"Maybe, this is fate." Xue Rou looked at the jade with Tai Chi pattern in her palm and laughed bitterly: "He gave you to me back then, but today, another person who had the same fate as you needed to rely on it to save his life."

"A thing that is in love?"

"The blood soft is here, where are you? Have you forgotten everything that happened before?"

In a silent sigh, the red rope broke itself, the Taishang Hua Lingyu turned into a floating shadow, and the light spirit fell on Xiaoyao, who was forcibly suppressed by Xueru, but he still lost his mind and kept hissing and roaring.

"Where are you?……"

In the Feixian Palace, the tender and beautiful figure stood on the wall with blurred eyes. On the ground of the broken hall, Xiaoyao's clothes were cracking, and his veins swelled up, and he twitched from time to time.

A ray of sunset comes from the curtain, and it cannot fall into longing.
Chapter completed!