I saw the stick twisted into a twist and wrapped around the sword body, and the Moon-breaking Sword was pulled out inch by inch. The whole process was extremely quiet, and it didn't even move.
Black Stick brought the sword in front of her, swaying from side to side as if taking credit.
Lin Yun looked at the long sword floating in front of him and gave a thumbs up sincerely: "You are really capable."
He waved his hand and pushed Po Yue to Wu Chen's side.
He raised his hand and stopped when he was about to touch the sword blade. Seeing that it didn't respond, he held it.
He really couldn't resist anymore and couldn't help but look at Hei Guang one more time.
It was afraid that Lin Yun would regret it, so it aimed at her palm and swung a sharp wind like a sharp blade.
The strength was so well controlled that it only scratched a shallow mark, and silky blood slowly flowed out, and then it immediately stuck to it.
"I'm the kind of person who doesn't keep my word..." The rest of her words were stuck in her throat, and she looked at the stick in her hand for a moment.
The stick body, as black as sesame seeds, had dense cracks, and golden light popped out of the small gaps.
The stick broke away from her hand and stopped in mid-air. As cracks spread across every corner, a dazzling light burst out and continued to spread around.
Suddenly, all the swords in the sword grave shook their swords and emitted sword sounds, as if to welcome the return of the king.
The three of them were shocked by the spectacular scene in front of them.
The light dissipated, and the black stick disappeared. It was replaced by a silver-white long sword. There was a blue light groove in the middle of the sword body. The hilt was inlaid with a rhombus-shaped blue crystal stone, which was connected to the light groove. The sword The handle is engraved with intricate and exquisite patterns.
Lin Yun naturally stretched out his hand to catch the long sword as it flew down. He held the hilt and slashed down diagonally. The sword flashed and left a sword mark on the ground. The cracked opening was covered with a layer of frost, exuding a trace of cold air.
"It's quite handy. I originally wanted to practice using the stick technique. It seems that God doesn't want me to practice sticks. Is it because he's afraid that I'll beat all the bad dogs in the world of cultivation to death?"
Wuchen rubbed his arm with one hand, frowned and said, "Don't draw your sword if it's okay, it's cold."
The temperature around her dropped with her casual sword blow just now.
"okay."
At this time, the tip of the sword was raised like a tail wagging, as if to say, yes, yes, you are right to choose me.
Her eyes were as wide as copper bells: "I'm kidding, you can still do this when you turn into a sword, and the evil cultivator is even less evil than you!"
"Is it too late to change the sword now? I don't want you anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand made a crisp clicking sound, and the sword fell to the ground like broken glass.
They looked at the broken sword blade, and a flock of crows flew overhead.
This sword is not only evil, but also has a glassy heart, and it can cause dramas of "shattering one's body to pieces" at every turn.
Lin Yun raised the remaining sword hilt: "No, I was just joking, how could you break through the defense so easily!"
She suddenly thought of a very serious problem.
"It's okay for you to break now. If you dare to break while I'm fighting, I'll stick you to the sole of my shoe and trample on you every day."
The fragments floated up, displaying three big words - No way.
"It's best to come back."
The fragments connected together like beads, and when they connected with the sword hilt, there was a flash of cold light, and they turned back into 1.
Lin Yun looked at the two handsome young men: "The sword has been taken, let's go."
Baili Shaoheng led the two of them to the formation, and the golden light rose up, wrapping them and teleporting them to the stone monument.
The eyes of all the monks present were fixed on Lin Yun, or to be precise, the sword in her hand.
Just when she was wondering why everyone was looking at her, the leader of the Taixu Sect teleported over and raised her right hand holding the sword. The blade of the sword glowed with a cold chill in the sunlight.
He, who had always been steady, could not suppress his excitement at this time, and said with a trembling voice: "It's really it. I didn't expect that the sword that has disappeared for thousands of years is in the sword tomb!"
Hearing the word ten thousand years, Lin Yun shouted: "Damn, I've found a handful of old antiques!"
Qin Cang calmed down his emotions, let go of her hand, returned to his previous appearance, and said with a smile in his eyes: "Do you know what sword you are holding in your hand?"
"I don't know."
"It is the ancient divine sword - Broken Dream."
Oh, no wonder it breaks easily.
"In the war between immortals and demons thousands of years ago, its former owner held Broken Dreams and fought against the demon lord. In order to save the common people, he sacrificed his body to the sky to severely injure the demon lord and seal him."
"As the Dao disappeared, Broken Dream also lost its trace." At the end of his words, his tone became increasingly serious.
"Everyone has seen what you did at the Sword Tomb," Qin Cang patted the girl on the shoulder: "It is definitely not an ordinary person to be recognized by Broken Dream."
"If the demons really come back, I hope you can regain the power of the divine sword and kill all the demons with the sword."
Lin Yun thought about the ending of the sect in the original text and nodded solemnly.
Her masters, elders, senior sisters and brothers were so good that they would never let them experience such a tragic ending again, including herself.
He said happily: "Good boy."
All the sword cultivators present looked at Lin Yun with envy, Ancient Divine Sword, apart from her great talent, what else do you like about her with Divine Sword?
She looks innocent and harmless, but she does things that are not human?
Do you like her talking about the little yellow car?
Seeing that her singing voice is as miserable as the apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait that can't stop crying?
Lin Yun didn't know what they were thinking, so she ran up to her master with a sword and said: "Disciple, I regret that I couldn't find a long and thick sword, but this sword is medium-sized and is a good choice." .”
"This is good, this is good, female cultivators don't have to use such wild swords." Wang Defa laughed from ear to ear.
At this time, Wuchen came over and handed Po Yue to her with both hands: "The sword has been brought out. I hope you can keep your promise."
"Don't worry, I, Lin Yun, will keep my word." She put away Broken Dreams, took the Broken Moon Sword, turned around and sent it to Ye Ling.
"Senior Sister gives it to you, it suits you better."
Ye Ling's cherry-red lips were slightly opened, and her almond-shaped eyes flashed in surprise: "Give it to me?"
"Yeah, Yuehua is good, but Poyue is even better, and both swords have the word "month" in them, which means that he is destined to be the senior sister." Lin Yun threw the sword in his hand.
Po Yue stood up and moved to Ye Ling's arms.
"Sister, look, it likes you."
"Thank you, junior sister." Ye Ling held the hilt of the sword, his eyes like autumn water condensed with determination: "I will use it to protect you!"
"Junior sister, you are partial." Pei Zhi's tone was full of sourness, but there was a smile in his eyes.
Su Zichen agreed: "Yes, partiality."
Lin Yun covered his chest and smiled playfully: "Yes, my heart is biased, to the left."
Then he added: "When you meet a good baby in the future, you will naturally not forget about the senior brothers. But if you know a good-looking little brother, you should introduce him to me."
The main focus is on reciprocity.
"..."
They would not introduce the cute little junior sister to those stinky male cultivators.
***
A cyclone appeared in mid-air, and ten figures walked in one after another.
The world was spinning for a while, and when they opened their eyes again, they were in a desolate place.
There are ruins and broken walls everywhere, and colorless cloth strips like tassels are hooked on the fallen dead wood, swaying in the wind.
The ground was covered with sword marks, one of which was several meters wide, dividing the mountain into two halves, which was enough to show the power of this sword.
Even after thousands of years, these battle scars still exist.
It is evidence of the invasion of demons and proof of defending the right path.
It seemed as if a great battle from thousands of years ago appeared in front of their eyes, with countless monks raising their swords and defending their homeland without fear of life or death.
This is the forbidden area of Taixu Sect and a battlefield left over from ancient times.
Lin Yun looked around. The thing she was looking for was here. She had to find the Fulong Demonic Pestle before Lin Qingxue.
