Chapter 16 The second nameless sword

In the spiritual consciousness, you are free like a dream.

The sword-drawing style is imprinted in the depths of his mind. Every detail and every essence seems to have been honed thousands of times and is extremely familiar. In particular, the fierce sword that broke out in silence, took action in an instant, broke out in an instant, and locked the target with spiritual ability, so that the other party had no place to dod.

Such a sword.

Xiaoyao has never heard of it and has never heard of it.

There is a legend among the Chinese people that Xiao Li's flying knife is not empty, and Xiaoyao contemplates himself. I'm afraid this sword is like Xiao Li's flying knife, which is similar.

The sound of system prompts exploded in my ears.

Xiaoyao is no longer in the mood to pay attention to what kind of disturbance his behavior will bring to him later. At present, he is sitting crooked and calmly experiencing the mystery of drawing a sword.

Draw the sword.

A sword realized by the light and shadow on the monument of heaven and earth.

What I pay attention to is: if you don't move, you will move as fast as thunder. A wisp of blood suddenly blooms from the darkness, and the blood seals the throat. This is the sword of the fast sword, as fierce as the sword of a poisonous snake.

A sword comes out.

Integrate your own spirit and all your strength.

From another perspective, this is a sword that has been put to death, a completely reckless sword, and a sword that does not stop. This sword is more worthy of the name of the swordsman's 'death sword'. Xiaoyao looked indifferent, constantly felt in his mind, and realized the meaning of the sword contained in the sword-drawn style.

The sword moves are the table, and the sword means the root.

There is an empty sword move but no sword intention. It can only be said to be a powerful sword.

Only give the meaning of the sword.

Even an ordinary sword that is easily glued is enough to make people scared. And such a strong man can be named a swordsman, not a sword master.

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

"Sword - Only Sword!"

Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes with a clear smile in his eyes.

He looked at the straddled mural in front of him, which was not as flexible as before. He knew that it was because he had obtained the sword from the mural and lost the qualification to understand again. But... it was hard to hide the excitement in his heart. He had a strong feeling that this monument of heaven and earth was not the only one here.

Sing!

A wisp of sword light suddenly appeared in Xiaoyao's hand. He looked at the fingertips that kept spewing out the sword light, and the sword meaning contained in it made him extremely satisfied.

Zheng!

With this wisp of sword flashing in the Flying Fairy Hall, a low sound of swords suddenly came.

Xiaoyao suddenly turned his head and looked at the central stone platform of Feixian Hall in astonishment.

He heard it clearly.

The sound of the sword came from the stone platform, and there is no doubt about it!

Zheng!

Zheng!

The sound of the sword became more and more resounding, and the sword platform began to shake violently.

At the same time, in the shock of Xiaoyao's face, the sea of air in his body suddenly boiled violently, and the horrible black fog in the mysterious nucleus continued to sweep out and turned into a gloomy ghost, surrounding his whole body. His whole body began to tremble and twist, and his face faintly appeared dark luster, his eyes protruding, and his blood color was permeated.

"Ah!!!!"

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

Zheng!

Zhu!

The sword platform exploded, and a broken sword burst out of it, directly towards the pain, the whole body was shrouded in black fog, and the constantly struggling Xiaoyao burst.

Poo!

The appearance of the sword is like an unnamed broken sword in the free mysterious nucleus.

Original.

This nameless broken sword was imprisoned in this sword platform and imprisoned by the energy of the monument of heaven and earth. However, as Xiaoyao understood the meaning of the sword and drew the sword, the energy on the monument that day was absorbed in an instant, resulting in the loss of the sealing effect of the sword platform in a short period of time. However, Xiaoyao's body was full of nameless broken swords. Being pulled by it, another nameless broken sword in the sword platform suddenly found the target and directly sank into Xiaoyao's body, and even rushed directly to the mysterious core.

Suff!

Two gloomy figures appeared in the Flying Fairy Hall in an instant.

The moment they saw Xiaoyao's miserable hissing, their faces were even more ugly, and their bloody faces were full of incomparable worry and guilt.

The old man guarding the tomb looked gloomy and swept to the sword platform that collapsed into countless pieces: "What's going on? Why did the sword platform that sealed the nameless broken sword burst inexplicably!!!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

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

"Master, what should I do?!"

"The Taiji map in the ninth brother's body, the power of thunder punishment and the nameless broken sword form a restraint, but now, this second nameless broken sword actually broke through the seal and entered the younger brother's body, which completely breaks the balance!" Xue Rou's face was full of anxiety: "Moreover, this disease is not the same as the nameless broken sword. It contains extremely strong evil energy, which is completely incomparable!"

In the burnt color, Xue Rou thought that she let Xiaoyao come here, and the trace of guilt in her heart was suddenly infinitely expanded, and her face was full of endless regret.

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

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

The blood soft look was pale without a trace of blood. The series of accidents made her feel like she was hit hard and her body was shaking.

The old man guarding the tomb changed his expression.

Her appearance is close to the edge of magic.

"Blood soft!"

"Wake up!!!!"

The sound of shouting contains a mysterious rhythm in the depths of the bloody soul. Waves of continuous impact made her wake up from the endless guilt in an instant. The old man guarding the tomb looked at her with a solemn face and said in a low voice, "Blood Rou, now is not the time to feel guilty. Now the nameless 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!!!"

Xiaoyao's hissing roar kept resounding.

"The most holy thing?"

Xuerou's face changed: "Now where can we find the most holy thing? In addition to the most precious cloud dish sent by the town, our Jiuxiao Sword Sect has only..."

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

She slowly brushed her hand through her neck, and a Taiji image jade tied with a red rope quietly jumped into the palm of her hand.

She looked at the jade, and her expression became extremely complicated in an instant.

The old man guarding the tomb sighed gently: "Xuerou, he gave it to you. It's all up to you. I know that this may wrong you, but... Oh, let's not talk about it. I'll go first."

Looking at the blood softness of sudden silence with a wry smile, the old man guarding the tomb shook his head and slowly disappeared with a sigh.

......

"Taishang Hualingyu"

"Perhaps, this is fate." Xue Rou looked at the jade with a Taiji pattern in the palm of her hand and laughed bitterly: "He gave you to me back then, but now, another person who is on the same fate as you needs to rely on it to save his life."

"The thing of love?"

"Blood soft is here, where are you? Have you forgotten everything you once had?"

In a silent sigh, the red rope broke itself, and the Taishang Hualingyu turned into a floating shadow, and the light spirit fell on Xiaoyao, who was forcibly suppressed by the blood softness, but lost his mind and kept roaring.

"Where are you? ......"

In the Flying Fairy Hall, the tender shadow's eyes stood against the wall. On the ground of the destroyed and broken hall, Xiaoyao's clothes collapsed, and the blue veins burst out, twitched from time to time.

A wisp of setting sun rolled the curtain, and it was full of thoughts.

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