With that trace of warmth, Zhao Shun struggled to escape from the dark tide and stepped onto the Flame Pattern Round Temple.
Without evil spirits infiltrating her body, the golden crow's blood and fire in her Dantian began to flow warmth along her meridians to her limbs. She moved her fingers slightly, and after seeing that she could move freely, she raised her head to look at the woman again.
The two of them were clearly close at hand, but the other person's skin and face were white and nothing could be seen clearly. Zhao Chun could sense that this woman was definitely not a human being. In fact, she didn't even have a physical body. She was like an illusory image, only in her presence. It feels real when you touch it.
"Thank you for your help, senior." Zhao Chun bowed his hands and said thanks, but the woman covered her face with her hands, and then it turned into a white light and escaped towards the scabbard in his hand.
The white light was not very dazzling. It emitted a soft halo in the deep darkness. Zhao Xuan's heart moved. He placed the scabbard on the white light and let go. Then he saw the white light gently lifting the scabbard and rising. , slowly flew towards the center of the round temple.
She also walked along, looking around the round temple.
To be honest, this Fangyuan Temple is more like a round pavilion in black water, with no walls on all sides. There is a cauldron at the entrance, where incense and black tablets are enshrined. Walking past the cauldron, the interior is very empty, except for a huge statue in the middle. There is nothing more than a coffin.
The coffin is very high. If it were standing on the same plane, it would be one head taller than Zhao Chun. Therefore, during the construction, a depression was cut out in the center of the round temple, and the coffin was placed in the depression so that ordinary people could view it from above.
What Zhao Chun did not expect was that the coffin had not been sealed, or even had no lid at all, and there were no traces of sealing on the walls. From where she stood, she could only see a handful of coffins placed inside the coffin. The dark long sword, even though its owner has been gone for many years, the edge of the sword is still sharp and sharp!
She saw a snow-white clear light staying at the hilt of the sword. Different from the white light that the woman turned into, this clear light was very familiar to Zhao Chun. She thought about it for a moment and couldn't help but secretly thought in her heart, the spirit of the ginseng child?
Just as he was thinking about it, Bai Mang had already sent the scabbard of the sword to the top of the coffin. Seeing this, the spirit of Ginsengtong below also carried the sword of Master Zhantian up.
The scabbard and the left sword were combined, and the left sword returned to its sheath. Suddenly, the long sword shook violently, and the Yuan Temple was torn into pieces, and the sky was filled with tidal waves!
"Boom!"
The dazzling long sword cracked a crack from the hilt to the tip, and then several cracks appeared on the sword like a spider web. In the lonely and dark world, only the sound of cracking gold and stone lingered around my ears.
The initial broken marks were like a sign before the storm came. As more and more broken marks appeared, the long sword began to wither!
Zhao Shun saw Bai Mang transforming into a woman again and lying on the coffin. She seemed to regard this as the end of everything. She covered her face with her hands and cried. No one could explain the sadness in front of her. For example, what appeared in Zhao Shun's mind Sadness is a kind of deep unwillingness and hatred, so her sadness is the last note of grief, endless regret and hopelessness.
The long sword finally broke into pieces and turned into a brilliant flying star, falling on the black tide, like the sky on a summer night, like the loneliness before dawn.
A fist-sized silver iron stone emerged from the flying star. It was hexagonal in shape and without any luster. It was as ordinary as ordinary iron. Zhao Chun took it into his hand, but he couldn't hold it with his physical strength. So he had no choice but to use his true energy to lift it up, so that it could fall safely into his hands.
"Six-sided shape, dark silver color, protected from precious light, as heavy as a mountain." This was recorded by Boyen Lou. It is an overview of the pure gold essence, and also fits the appearance of the object in her hand. "Quenching And if you note Xuan, you will be sharp when you see gold. Whether it is a return kill or a sword left behind, the sword body is Xuan black, and I think it is for this reason."
Before Zhao Chun could put away the pure gold essence, his wrist was suddenly shaken open by a huge force. The silver iron stone immediately flew up and fell into the empty coffin with a clang. The woman looked up in shock.
Wherever the two looked, a dark shadow appeared, and finally turned into a man holding a sword, with a tall and straight body and a resolute and solemn face.
"Come." He was undoubtedly talking to Zhao Chun. He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it directly at her neck.
That sword was extremely familiar. What else could it be if it wasn't the sword left behind by Master Zhantian?
The person in front of me...
In other words, not a human being!
Looking at him in hunting robes, his face was solemn, and his two eyes as dark as ink were lifeless. Zhao Chun did not feel the slightest bit of sword intent from him. The tip of the sword he pointed at him was as if it were an ordinary person. People who practice swords in this world only have a simple sharp light, but no sword light or light.
"That's the Sword Servant," the woman's ethereal and gentle voice said, "Only by defeating him can you be qualified to take away what the Lord left behind."
After hearing this, Zhao Shun's expression changed slightly, not because of the second half of the sentence, but because of the word "sword servant" in the previous sentence.
Among the five realms of swordsmanship, the sword intention is the top, and then there are the three points of the sword intention, the sword heart is condensed, the soul is cast outside the heart, and the sword realm is opened, until the ten thousand swords are united, a total of nine realms.
According to the book in the Bowen Tower, the Sword Soul takes the sword as its servant, and it is a sword servant. This means that before the death of Master Zhantian, his swordsmanship had reached at least the Sword Soul realm!
This is the most profound person in swordsmanship that she has ever met since she started practicing!
Zhao Chun's eyes narrowed, knowing that the gap between the two was as big as heaven and earth, but he did not retreat, but raised his right hand horizontally, and the black sword immediately fell into the palm of his hand, and the sword blade and the long sword in the sword servant's hand swung fiercely!
"Come!"
The sword servant's eyes were dull, as if he was blind. When the sword in his hand was swung, his feet remained motionless, but his face sluggished for half a minute.
The next moment, he suddenly rose up and slashed at Zhao Chun with his sword!
The opponent had no cultivation at all, and did not use the power of the sword. He only fought with simple and extremely simple skills. Zhao Xun frowned slightly, then lowered his true energy, put away the sword energy and wind, and fought fiercely with the sword servant. Fighting swords!
Without the help of her true energy and swordsmanship, she seemed to have returned to the body of a child. When the two swords crossed each other, the huge force coming from the sword edge made the hand holding the sword unbearably numb!
The sword servant formed by the Venerable Sword Soul was so terrifying. The two of them had only exchanged ten moves with each other, but Zhao Chun had already stepped back and was only a hair away from falling into the black water!
"His sword moves are flowing like clouds and flowing water without any delay or delay. Therefore, without using any real energy or practicing swordsmanship, he can still produce ten times the power of an ordinary person!" Zhao Xun uses ordinary people here because he thinks he is As a benchmark, if it is an ordinary sword cultivator, the gap between the sword servant and the sword servant will be even more impressive!
"This is the perfect skill."
She poured her strength and softness into the sword, and after a little calculation, she came to the conclusion that the power had doubled. When the sword servant struck again, her feet left the round temple and was about to sink into the black water.
The black water was cold and cold. If you entered it, you would have no chance of winning. Zhao Chun's mind turned over and over again. She looked down at the flying stars floating on the water. She immediately jumped up and stepped on the broken sword of the lost sword. The broken marks were just like what she had imagined in her heart. Thinking, she didn't sink into the water, so she could use her strength to get up!
The sword servant Su Rong came to kill, and with each strike, Zhao Shun retreated into the next piece of broken sword. She gritted her teeth and held the sword, knowing that continuing like this was not the answer. She always retreated, but there was always a time when there was no way to retreat.
